Breaking The Habit
I arrived at Berry Punch’s house at seven as instructed, wearing a drab white shirt and a pair of light blue jeans. I tentatively knocked on the door. A muffled murmur rang out, the telltale click of hooves against wood. I shivered, a sharp gust of wind nipping at my ill-prepared attire, goosebumps littering my arms. The door flung open, the bubbly berry mare on the other side grinning at me.
"Thomas, come in! I’m glad you could make it," she chirped gently, clamping her mouth down on my hand as I was led to her living room. The rough feeling of her tongue only added to my growing discomfort. I noticed a few familiar faces. Carrot and Cup Cake stood chatting. Soft Beat was lying down on the rug, relaxing. Taking a seat, I noticed how all the ponies stopped talking and stared at me.
"Thomas, this is an intervention," Berry said, her voice barely a whisper. I looked at all the ponies in the room in turn before standing up and walking to the door. "Thomas, no! Enough is enough!" the mare barked, placing a hoof on my shoulder and looking into my eyes. "We are here because we care about you. You’re going to kill yourself if you keep doing this," she whimpered. Her voice cracked midway through her statement at my very irritated look.
"What I do in my own time is none of you business!" I frustratedly snapped, clenching my hands into fists.
"It is our business! It pains us to see you like this!" the usually vivacious mare screamed, tears welling up in her eyes. "If you keep... If you keep doing this, you will lose Rarity and Sweetie Belle! Can't you see that Rarity is still hurting? When you drink, it hurts her even more!" Berry fiercely spat, her eyes Manic as I recoiled slightly.
"I never asked for this," I replied coldly. The group gasped in shock at the callousness of my words. In response, Soft Beat got to her hooves, narrowing her eyes.The mare gave me a look of loathing as I snorted at her display. "What?!" I demanded.
I gave a surprised yelp as her hoof slammed into my face. knocking me back into my chair, which teetered and fell backwards with me in it. I gave a strangled cry as I gently prodded at the rapidly swelling check, the bitter taste of blood present in my mouth. The punch made my face start swelling up, making it harder to see out of my right eye. With the swelling getting worse by the second, I decided to slur out some curse words.
“What the fuck is your problem, you bitch?!" I snarled, baring my teeth at the usually quiet mare, earning a sneer from her. Blood streaked down my mouth, making me wince. My nose was bleeding badly, so I used my shirt to stem the flow. Blood still dripped to the carpet as I clumsily tried to stand, but at least it wasn't flowing. My intoxicated body wouldn't allow me to steadily get to my feet, so I stumbled back until I hit a wall. I gingerly touched my nose, a wet crunch confirming that it was broken. I cursed bitterly under my breath. Crimson coated my face and shirt as I lay propped up against the wall, my will to fight gone.
The soft touch of velvety hooves caused me to pause. Soft Beat wrapped her hooves around me, and I tentatively opened my eyes. Tears streamed down the pegasus’s cheeks as she pulled me closer. At first, I desperately tried to push her away, furious with the mare.
I gave her a look of disdain. "Get off of me," I hissed, fidgeting as the mare with a sad smile brought me closer, nuzzling the cheek that was not swollen. The desire to fight left me as the warm, comforting gesture gave me a sense of protection. I hesitantly wrapped my arms around her, burying my face into her neck as she hummed happily.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I bit my lip, determined not to break, screwing up my face. I felt my body shake as I swallowed, trying my hardest not to cry.
"Thomas, it’s okay to show grief," Soft beat whispered, gently stroking my head as I gave a small sob. The cold realization of my selfishness finally bursts through my denial and self pity. Like that my façade of indifference crumbled. Tears spilled forth as I cried. The mare held me close, gently rocking my upper body side to side like a mother would a child as I let the pent up grief out. The ponies around me gave relieved smiles at the small breakthrough, others looked away awkwardly. I hiccuped, gently pushing the mare away from me.
"I... I haven't been a very good guardian, have I?" I croaked, clumsily wiping my eyes as she gave a sad nod. I coughed violently, my throat dry as I looked myself over. My top was saturated with tears and blood. My beard was in no better state. The blood felt like molasses, sticky and highly unpleasant. I grimaced.
"Thomas, we are all here for you... You also have Rarity and Sweetie Belle both who love you dearly. This is why we went to the effort you see tonight. None of us want to lose another friend. So will you please help us by helping yourself?" Soft Beat asked. An eerie silence descended on the room as I paused. The alcohol helped take away the pain since I was scared—terrified, even—of responsibility. But I loved Rarity and Sweetie Belle.
"Okay..." I whispered, clearing my throat. My head sank down to my hands, my body too tired to hold it up. Soft Beat smiled, her face instantly perking up. Berry Punch cautiously approached from the side. In her mouth, she held a bag of ice. Leaning forward, I accepted the bag. I hissed as I gingerly placed the bag over my nose and part of my eye, the cold sting bringing welcome relief.
The dull throbbing around my nose and eye eased as the ice slowly reduced the swelling. Soft Beat, being a trained nurse, was in the process of resetting my nose. The mare gave me a disbelieving look as she for the fifth time swatted my hand away as I went to clasp my sore nose.
"For the love of Celestia's milky white teats, stop fidgeting!" the mare groaned, her patience running thin as I sullenly looked at the roof. With a sudden push, the mare forced my nose back into place. A wet crack made me flinch as I prodded at my hopefully— fixed nose. "There, you big foal, was that really so bad?" she snorted, a small smile adorning her face. I nodded with an incredulous look on my face. "Thomas, look, I'm sorry about... well this. I—" I silently held up a hand, cutting her off. The more gave me a look of confusion
"Its fine who knows maybe this will be the wake up call my stupid ass needs," I chuckled weakly.
The group stayed for as long as they could talking and making it clear that I could call on any of them if need be. I honestly was touched by their kindness. Soft Beat gave my leg a gentle nudge, motioning for me to follow her to the door. " Its getting late and you have two fillies to take care of, come on I will walk you home." The pegasus smirked lightly, trotting to keep pace with me as I gave a hesitant thanks.
The stars were sprinkled in the sky, glimmering in all of their glory. I marveled at their beauty. The occasional flicker of a shooting star across the midnight sky, or the full moon glimmering made me gaze up in wonder. Soft beat contently watched, taking care not to crash into anything. I gave a weak smile as my eyes occasionally flickered to the kindly mare, whose right wing was baring noticeable scars from her ex- husband.
The bastard had been a monster who had beat the poor mare within an inch of her life when I found her. Bulk Biceps had always been fond of the pegasus. The ageing stallion viewed Soft Beat as a younger sister. He had not been happy when he had found out what had been happening. It was rare that stallions used violence the gender roles here reversed
Bulk had with a few of his friends from the gym, payed Soft beats husband a visit. Suffice to say, the stallion had left the next day and had divorced Soft Beat a few weeks later. It had broke the mare’s heart but at the same time brought great relief as she had been pregnant at the time with Fluttershy. The little filly was eight now and despite her shyness, had a kind heart like her mother. That had been eight and a half years ago, last I heard the bastard had been jailed for evading taxes.
"Something on your mind?" Soft asked staring at me inquisitively her head slightly tilted as I realised I had stopped walking.
"Nah... just some old memories" I replied her eyes sharpening as she noticed me staring at her scars.
"Thomas... I forgave a couple of months after it happened. Had you not told Bulk biceps I would still be with that creep. You helped me to get over my fear of stallions and were always their for me and Fluttershy. Do you see why I am working so hard to do the same for you?" She questioned. I gave a small smile, scratching her ear as she sighed.
"You and Berry are forever my knights in shining armor." I sighed dreamily, chuckling as she playfully swatted my leg.
"Enough, you cheeky little..." she glowered biting her lip as a small smile threatened to break though.
"Uncle Thomas!" Rarity cried, leaping into my hands as I grunted. The small filly was heavy and packed a hell of a punch as her body weight knocked me on my ass. Smiling I bundled the filly up in my arms shakily getting to my feet. Rarity proceeded to fill me in on all the fun she had whilst I had been away. I turned to Soft, thanking the exhausted looking mare. I gave my goodbye’s to her as she spread her wings, taking off into the night sky as I slowly closed the door, which clicked shut. The small filly spoke animatedly about the fun she had, as I slowly climbed the stairs.
"Do it for them..." I whispered. The tired filly yawning, cuddling into my arms as I allowed a genuine smile work its way onto my face.
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Two months later
"DA-DA" Sweetie Bell cooed tapping me on the nose as I smiled. I playfully kissed her hoof chuckling, the foal squealing in delight. Rarity lay on a comfortable rug coloring in her picture.Her face scrunched up into a frown as she maneuvered her head to fill in the last spot of white. The little foal had been tough comforting as the two of us grieved but I feel that we had grown only closer. When I was having a bad day, her silly antics never failed to brighten my day. Trying to recover from drink had made things miserable for myself as countless slip ups always threatened to see me return to the booze for good. Though through great effort I had managed to stay clean for two weeks now. It I was struggling both financially and my lust for drink left me miserable and frustrated.
Uncle Thomas can I play with Fluttershy after school, please?" Rarity spoke up her eyes pleading as I made a large theater worthy display. Considering her proposal I scratched my chin, humming as her wide eyes watched with anticipation.
" Will Mrs soft beat be there" I questioned, Rarity giving a jittery nod in response. "Then you may but I am coming to collect you at seven o'clock on the dot young lady you have homework to do, don't think I won't be checking" I replied chuckling as she excitedly pranced around the living room. Sweetie Bell clapping in joy at her sisters antics.
I glanced at the clock and checked off the last few things required for the two. Breakfast had been eaten and teeth were brushed. Rarity had all her school stuff and a pack lunch made and ready to go. Sweetie Bell would be dropped off at the nursery around the corner and I would go to work. Luckily my new job was not at all taxing landing myself a job at a new spa that had opened up. Whilst the money was far better it was still poor. The ponies may see me as a monster and in some cases hate me but none could deny that hands were better than hoofs in a massage.
My eyes flashed over to the tiny a kitten that currently lay napping beside the radiator. I had in the hopes of improving house moral got a cat whom Rarity had fallen in love with. The filly had then went on to name it Opalescence of all things. I swear I had to look the damn word up, I swear that filly was brighter than me? The little hell also known as wee bastard and precious by Rarity had a foul temper and a mean glare the two of us had hit it off tremendously. I swear you step on a cats tail once and they never forget. The cat was an arse hole but she made Rarity happy.
Shutting the door behind me my false smile slipped as my eyes flashed over to the letters that lay spread across the kitchen table. The money that Magnum and pearl had left was the only reason this house was still going and that was quickly running out as bill after bill continued to flood in. Groaning I parked myself down adorning my reading glasses as I budgeted for this month. I was applying for all the over time I could get, but when the spa you worked at had two racist broken English speaking cunts running the place the pay was shit regardless.
That was one of the things I hated was the bigotry. The bastards went on none stop about friendship, trust and love but that seemed to only apply to other ponies, I had seen how they treated mules and donkeys. It disgusted me that canterlot was even worse haven visited a few times. Mongrel, beast and monster were the more tame insults thrown my way and it made shopping a bitch as the greedy; little conniving, shits would charge you more if you were not pony.
What was worse was that the ponies made disgusting claims about me hurting or abusing Rarity and Sweetie Bell. Christ it was only by Berry Punch lying to a couple of her bosses that I still had the kids. Being honest it had been a bad time for me with ponies watching my every move I could not afford to fuck up which was why I had had to kick my habit now or risk losing the girls.
"Bigots" I muttered writing out a shopping list as I worked over what we needed verses how much we had. It was a simple case of haggling which no offence towards the ponies I was far better at. I needed to be in order to feed the three of us. Groaning I made a memo to go shopping tomorrow our supplies running low as my eyes flashed over to the cupboards. Apart from a few boxes of cereal and a few packs of noodles we were completely out.
Being nearly twice as big as everypony, and with meat being scarce required me to hunt or fish to fulfill my body's needs. Also that I was able to eat far more than even the biggest of equine's meant that it was expensive feeding myself. tearing the page from my note book I tucked the shopping list into my breast pocket.
"Time to hit the town" I chuckled.
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The stares and whispers never got easy, keeping my head low I tried to ignore the judging glares and looks of disgust. Different pony same glare. It was like my mere presence offended them. I mean given that they were a bunch of country folk I would have thought they would be more open to strangers. Turned out they were just like the nobles in Canterlot and other big cities. The only difference not enough money. Biting my lip I darted over to Granny smiths stall, relieved as the tiny mare smiled at me.
"Hey granny how goes the sales." I greeted the mare smilling.
"Just fine as of late, Sold most of the apple cider and the corn been going like the dickens." she chuckled. The poor old mare had, had it rough. The last year alone had been a bastard for the both of us. Losing her Daughter to child birth seven months back and her son in law to suicide only three months ago. This had left the elderly mare with three little ponies to care for and her body just did not have the strength to run a farm. Grieving as well had only made it harder on her as up until I lost magnum and pearl I had been helping the mare with chores around the house and farm. Little Macintosh whom was only ten had been a great help as well.
Bulk Biceps being a personal trainer had actually come up with an ingenious way to help the old mare out, which had been surprising given that he was not the brightest of ponies. He would train his clients at Sweet Apple Acres, making the ponies pick or buck apples for a couple of hours. The amount of calories that you burned doing farm work was immense and fit freaks leapt at the chance to push themselves. When done the stallion would give a small cut of his earnings to the mare in return for letting him use her farm. The old mare always caused a fuss about charity but deep down I knew she appreciated the help.
Not having the same strength as ponies I instead helped with repairs or plowing the fields. My stamina far was greater than even the fittest of ponies. I had also helped with wiring, plumbing and even repairing broken doors and fences. This had actually contributed to helping me feed both the fillies and I. Granny Smith would cook up a mountain of food as thanks. The system had helped keep Rarity and Sweetie Bell fed saved me cash and helped save Granny Smith money as well. Another bonus was that Apple jack the second oldest and Rarity had hit it off quite well the two of them along with Fluttershy and her friend Rainbow Dash seeming to get along quite well. Though I swear those four could find trouble in an empty room.
My recovery from alcohol had been rough and I had on multiple occasions broken and got myself blind drunk. It was driving Soft Beat and Berry Punch up the wall as they would take my failures the hardest. It was frustrating me to no end, I was trying so hard but I always seemed to end up back at the beginning. At least I was managing a couple days in between slip ups.
"Anyway I have ma sisters coming down tomorrow any chance you could foal sit little Apple Jack for me? I swear that filly causes more trouble than a fox in a chicken coop." Granny smith chuckled as I zoned back in hastily nodding in agreement.
"That's fine I am free tomorrow anyway." I replied gaining a appreciative nod. Paying for my stuff I bid the old mare farewell I gave a thankful nod to her as I held a delicious looking apple crumble accompanied with apple fritters. The smell was heavenly and I looked forward to tucking into a slice tonight after dinner.
"HEY! WATCH WHERE YOU ARE GOING FREAK!" A royal guard barked her friend glaring at me as I clenched my teeth in anger. The word freak was not new to me and despite the old saying of stick and stones never stopped hurting.
"Fuck off ya pair a dykes!" I snapped not in the mood for these pricks as the guards froze. With the mare population far larger than males it meant that nearly all the guards were female. Another sad fact was that mares were far more aggressive than stallions.
"The buck you just say?" the tallest hissed, her companion, a pegasus spreading her wings threateningly.
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Good to have this story back up.
Glad to see you're finally getting back to this.
Choir should be chores, unless the main character has been helping singing groups around the farm. The rest is mostly missing punctuation resulting in run-on sentences, or instances where words that should be singular are plural.
Shouldn't that be something more like: Being nearly twice as big as everypony, and with meat being scarce required me to hunt or fish to fulfill my body's needs.?
Is he asking genuinely, or is it a rhetorical question?
Should be "there".
This is my first time giving critical feedback. I hope it isn't too bad.
Yay for racism, bigotry and lesbian slurs!
On a serious note though I can't wait for more!
I simply read the description and felt a feel pass through me.
4868530 That is the plan. I want it to pander to both the back ground ponies and the main six as well as the princesses. I wanted to show the events before Nightmare Moon. Let people see how Apple Jack lost her parents see their friendship and all that. It is one of the few stories that I am actually proud of.
I can't help but imagine Thomas sounding and looking like this guy.
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Wait a sec, most of the guard is male. In fact, I don't think I ever saw a female guard in the show.
4868578 In the cannon yes but I like to give every story a small twist. So in this it is a mostly female based society which you kind of get from having female rulers for thousands of years. What I might go with is that the guards use a charm to make the female guards look male. Because stallions are so rare it means that the guards are less likely to be targeted by thugs. That and with stallions being bigger it makes them more intimidating. In small towns they don't bother with the charms due to far less serious crime
Word of advice: MOAR COMMAS. With that out of the way, wow. A surprising amount of hatred towards Thomas, interested to see how this turns out.
none of your buisiness!
the mare gave me a look of confusion.
there were several places in the story where you forgot to put a period at the end of a thought, this is just the first one i noticed
4868595 A small twist? You're fundamentally changing Equestria's military force from male to female. It's actually kind of sexist if you think about it. The ruler of the land is female and her standing military force is also female but pose as male. It makes the males seem incapable of being protectors while showing females being incapable of doing their job right unless they're posing as something they're not. You don't need to be big or thuggish looking to be intimidating, they just need to be good at what they do.
Besides, what crimes are being committed in 'golden age' Equestria? Petty theft? Domestic abuse? While both are bad they aren't murder, kidnapping, or slave trade.
4868736 not sexiest at all just felt like doing it. matriarchal society where females are seen as the bread earners and guards. Their are stallions in the guards and army just not as many. It is interesting and just a bit of fun to do. Does it matter? All it does is make the protagonists life a bit harder. Golden era don't you believe it equestria at the moment is what america was during the 1920's to foreign people and blacks. The only reason the protagonist has escaped this is because he lives in such a quite town. In places like applelossa he would be attacked or beaten as would zebra's and donkeys. Dragons and gryphons get off because who wants to fuck with a creature that use to eat them?
Oh boy, he's so drunk his grammar is messed up
4868762 Nope that was me and I was a tad bit drunk. But fuck it, it was Sunday and I had the day off work today.
4868759 Even if it isn't intentional it's still sexist. How are females being seen as the 'bread earners' if they have to disguise themselves as males to do their job effectively?
A golden era is a time filled with peace and prosperity, being hateful to a single person doesn't change that. Besides, you've never given a reason why ponies dislike him other than simply being different. People where more racist to African Americans because they were once slaves brought from a country much more underdeveloped than those who captured them. They were viewed as nothing more than objects to be used, and that sentiment was bred from father to son. Even today racism is still a serious problem and will be for years to come. Besides, ponies aren't exactly racist just fearful of different things. If they were racist, the ponies wouldn't simply hide in their homes when Zecora walks into town. They would be attacking her with either rotten food or harsh words. And I didn't see any derogatory comments being made to Cranky or Matilda when they had their appearance.
Also, Appleloosa doesn't exist yet. Won't for quite some time.
4868835 Because why not I am still in the early stages of this and who the hell cares. It is a better idea than only stallions are allowed to fight like the cannon verse. The main idea is that in order to appear less sexiest towards stallions whom still suffer from sexiest ideas and practices. That and I plan to add a joke that depicts Celestia wishing she could be surrounded by gorgeous stallions thus why the charm is there. It is not some secret agenda against men or women it is just a story with magical horses so just leave it. It is not worth fighting over.
Also I am only two chapters in so give me a couple more to establish the character then I will worry about pony ideology and why they hate him and everything else.
4868866 'Fight' is a word I would not use to describe the Equestrian guard unless it was following the words 'not able to'. And how exactly is it any less sexist? You're pretty much stating that females are better at being males than actual males are but are still not good enough to do their job properly because they don't look as 'intimidating' as males do. Look at Celestia, she could be short and still be scary. Why? Because she has the power to move the freaking sun by herself.
If you aren't seeing the problem here then it really isn't worth fighting over
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I like the idea that, in a world where males are relatively scarce, Celestia just likes to surround herself with beefcakes.
(Well, Celly's a bit too reserved for that.)
Perhaps she does so to put the Canterlot Elite off their guard, or maybe Luna decreed that the majority of the royal guards at the castle be handsome stallions to fluster Celestia, and the tradition simply stuck around after her banishment.
(I can only imagine that Celestia hasn't gotten any in a while, and Luna would know that. With everypony thinking of her as a living god, and not wanting to unintentionally anger her with their advances, I could see Celestia being lonely. Why wouldn't Luna want to give the both of them something to look at?)
There's a ton of ways you could reason out the country's female leader being surrounded by attractive male guards.
Besides, this would explain why everyone loves going to Canterlot in the show.
Canterlot's unspoken motto: "Come for the class, stay for the ass!"
Glad to see this is back.
Also, Thomas needs to get himself a bow for hunting.
The funny thing is, I don't know anything about how to make bows, but I know enough about steels and semi-auto pistols that I could make one in Equestria (and it'd be FAR better than any fire arm we could make today, with a few magical analogs).
I could make a hand gun in Equestria if I had:
-A fair amount of funding.
-An Equestrian master blacksmith interested in making some (to the many species of their planet) alien technology parts. (Shouldn't be too tough to convince somepony to take the job, considering how incredibly awesome that sounds!)
-A skilled unicorn mage who could enchant a small object (no bigger than the size of a .22 LR slug, the smaller the better) to expand the air to between 650x to 850x the size of the container it would be placed in at an expansion rate of between 9x and 10x volume per millisecond.
(The "container" being the shell casing itself, the expansion size and rate for the purpose of simulating smokeless powder, as such complex chemicals would be almost impossible to manufacture in Equestria, and I have little knowledge of chemistry. Black powder would not work for the weapons I know well enough to reproduce with Equestrian level technology).
Lastly, I would need a unicorn to shape the precision pieces such as the molding for casting bullets, shells, and the barrel.
I would also need said unicorn to ensure the barrel's rifling was near-perfect.
Not only would magic be a viable replacement to smokeless powder, but it would also be preferable.
Here's a list of the reasons magic expansion would be superior to chemical expansion:
-It'd be CHEAP. Dirt cheap by comparison, and incredibly easier to reuse. (assuming you could get the enchantment to recharge over a short time) Just take the shell back and stick a new slug at the end.
-With magic, it leaves no fouling, residue, heat, and if made right, the magic "propellant" would mean reloading shells would take FAR less effort.
-Magic "propellant" could be worked to function without the absolute toughest part of ammo to produce, Primers.
(Additional reasons to use magic expansion in the situation of my finding myself in Equestria)
-Provided I had the knowledge to make a weapon that could use black powder... Even for muskets or revolvers, making black powder myself would be very time consuming and hit-or-miss depending on supply of salt peter.
-With a reloading setup, a metal fatigue removal spell enchanted into the reloader would allow shells to be infinitely reloaded.
This all boils down to VERY easy gun maintenance, and reloading.
All you'd ever need would be:
Copper and Lead (for making extra bullets).
And lubricant (This is where it's REALLY nice not having any powder remnants, fouling, or even heat. You can use FAR simpler oils for lubricant without fear of them burning off. Even something as simple as raw flax seed oil would prevent rust and keep the weapon operating smoothly without wear on the metal contact areas. Not something you could do with a gun that produces high temperatures.)
With the finished product, I could also have some sort of enchanted gems or buttons for:
A safety.
A silencing spell (100% soundless shooting!)
Magical light emitting rail attachments. Very focused light for a laser sight, or fairly unfocused for a blindingly bright flashlight (which could be made to strobe in order to cause minor disorientation in whoever it was aimed at).
A magical "reflex sight" could account for windage, angle, barometric pressure, and even have a heat sensitive and/or night vision settings.
I would LOVE to make weapons tech in Equestria.
Last thing I'd do for my own personal weapon would be have an enchantment placed on the gun to heat it to +2,500 degrees Fahrenheit and turn it to a puddle of molten metals if a non-human attempted to fire it or field strip it.
That way, if anyone tried to copy it, all they'd get is the knowledge of how much of each basic element was used in it's production (and possibly a variety of magical signatures used in it, not sure what of the magics utilized would or wouldn't survive that, but that knowledge would do them very little good).
4868920 That is the point it is a sexiest equestria. It is a fun topic to tackle and I enjoy doing it a bit like my friends work, your human and you. I wanted to take the aspect of ponies being bigoted but also take bits from xenophilia where mares are soldiers, guards and protectors and stallions are viewed as more vulnerable. That and with a scarce stallion population it would also make it so bigotry and sexism towards males would not be as heavily scrutinized. Also in a way all the mares being disguised as stallions would help but them at ease.
With stallions being scarce they are more likely to be victims of rape and I have looked up reports of rape in the military and thought well if they all look like stallions it will be harder to tell them apart. The reason I choice males was because mares would get use to looking male and for the most part any that looked more natural EG the actual stallion guards, in it would not draw suspicion. but if you have the few stallions trying to get used to being mare, the mares will quickly sort out who is who. Despite their identical coats and hair, guards have ranks and numbers which can tell them apart only to military eyes.
Now it is not a rape culture as rape is punished severely. But mares heats are in a way like sexomia.
This is something I will bring up when Rarity goes though her first heat. I am really planning to go into this in depth.
I really want to charge in the town and unleash over 100000 bullets from a minigun on the town...Never fond of racism, biggotry and all sort of prejudces
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Doubt it, otherwise there would be no bigotry and all the mares would be falling for him in a heartbeart.
4869397 You are up early mate got work I'm guessing. Also the guy looks like the guy in the picture. I did have it desighed specifically so you guys knew what he looked like.
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I woke up early cos my cat thought it be just swell to bat my nose till I woke up and fed her the bitch.
4869422 lol shit happens mate
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nah, anything thomas tries to write to celestia about would be intercepted. i dont see thomas having an easy life until rarity becomes an element and confronts celestia about the treatment hes been getting from ponies. hell only knows how this will affect rarity and sweetie bells school life. kids are very vocal about their parents views
4869409 So that means that it's okay to imagine him sounding and looking like Fernando?
4870512 Yeah why not
interesting looking foward to more
4870349 The only way that would happen is if Celestia would turn a blind eye to others treatment. I get the feeling she would eventually learn what would happen and completely destroy her little ponies.
What a crappy self-insert. I suspect it comes from a feeling of inadequacy, causing you to wish someone depended on you to survive, giving you control over their life.
Only problem with this story is its plot-movement; it's too fast.
Btw ignore this faggot V
4876889 ??? Bit strange. I mean that is a power fantasy you are thinking of mate. I mean he is not OP he has traits people don't like,average human not exactly the most attractive guy, average in just about everything really. Not super strong, fast or talented. I mean being honest his only real power is that he has hands that is it.
In regards to "power over someones life" as you call it, its called adoption. It is what someone does when they either can't have kids/ are attached to the kids e.g god father or a close relative/ friend or want to help a kid out. Power fantasy is more of the having complete control over someones life making them aware that you are superior. No idea how you got that but fair enough you are entitled to your own opinion
4879252 is he?
4879260 Damn sorry to hear that
4879268 yeah I love Robbin Williams but the getting all choked up made me laugh. I don't think that warranted a ban. Everyone is allowed an opinion regardless of how racist, shit, homophobic, insensitive and sexiest. That is the beauty of free speech is having the ability to express what you believe or feel. If we say one is bad but another is not then how is that fair? I think racism is fucking disgusting but on the other hand I don't think people should be told they are not allowed to think or feel that way.
It should only be censored when it is used to bully and i mean real bullying not tumblr version of offensive'. Like i could say I think "Americans are a bunch of inbreed cunts that fuck their cousins and eat burgers whilst bombing third world countries as well as having a corrupt police force." now this is racist as it stereotypes should I be allowed to say it, yes, is it correct or have any scientific evidence to support it, no!
http://amyziz.wordpress.com/2011/02/27/smbc-comic-2164-im-offended-vs-its-offensive/
Shit, sums up the situation just nicely....
Speaking of which would a world patriarchal be more violent then our current matriarchal? Hm...
oh hell yeah! this just gets better and better!
can we get another chapter soon? please?
I'm liking this. I do hope it will update more than once every few months though...
This latest chapter really needs to be edited.
The content was alright, but damn it needs a clean up.
more.
5173979 lesbian shipping; Lesbian shipping what the fuck are you on about? The story plainly states that Fluttershy had not been born at this point and soft beat is her mother.
5174032 Hmm, okay... I might have derped with my English (I'm Polish).
I might be just tired, because I assumed that Soft Beat was having Fluttershy's baby, and I've seen enough of weird shit in here to make it viable. My bad.
In that case, carry on, and update soon.
5174065 Its fine but I don't do that stuff. Also I get English not being native English is a second language for me. But yeah I do have lesbian pairings but like humans they require a male to get pregnant.
5174128 Ok, cool.
Two things though. First, you write Applejack's name separately, and you shouldn't. Second, I don't think you should describe Bulk as "aging" in here, otherwise he would be a grandpa by the time of S4 Equestria Games. Make him a young adult or even younger than Soft Beat. It would better fit cannon, and would fit vengeance driven by hot headiness.
Arnold Schwarzenegger at 19:
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Is that a little pink blurr bouncing like a ball...oh wait hasn't happened sorry. Poor guy I wanna sob...please go on I want to see where this goes!
5174240
I call bull on that pic
5587853 And I call cow.
Google it if you don't believe me.