11 - Unpacking
Two days off in a row, who knew Equestrians had a weekend too? It was entirely logical, looking back on it. When else would they have put the convention? Smiling, Silver pranced through the living room, searching for... there it was. His eyes locked on the socket and he leaned in. It looked about the same. Maybe it'd work. He reached into his saddlebag with his magic and drew out the rubber ball. "How does this work?" he asked himself out loud as he gave it a light shake. He placed the ball on the ground and nudged it a bit as he tried focusing on exactly where the desk should appear.
The ball shuddered, then popped like a balloon. With the sound of sucking air and a harsh flash of light that left Silver seeing spots, his desk had appeared, along with his precious possessions. Silver tilted his head in surprise. The uncomfortable computer chair had come along for the ride. He hadn't even seen that in the ball! He trotted up to the chair and looked it over a moment before he rose up on his hind legs.
He swung around and dropped himself in the chair. Alright, just as uncomfortable as ever, with the added bonus of having no real place for his tail to go. Somehow feeling nostalgia for the blasted thing, he pulled himself closer to the desk, still seated in it. He began to rummage through the things on and in the desk. Bag of dice, some plastic miniatures, two things of cologne? Why? Deodorant, vitamin and fish oil pills also laid on the desk, waiting for use. Silver ignored them and continued rummaging. Ah, roleplaying books! His expression brightened as he thought of showing these to Rough Draft.
He turned his attention to the drawers. He pulled out a charging cable for his phone with a nod, and some watch batteries he couldn't think of any use for. There were also some XBox 360 controllers secured away, right underneath a copy of Ponyfinder, score. He'd definitely have to share Ponyfinder with Rough Draft. Reminded, he slipped out of the chair and circled around the desk. There were a mess of cords, but Silver had nothing but time to pick through them and slowly untangle the mess. To his relief, the power strip had come along for the ride. He set it beside the power plug and moved the plug into position. "Dang it!" he exclaimed as his plug proved to be just a tiny bit too big. "I'm too close to be stopped now." He dropped the strip to the floor with a thump and went trotting out the door to the street.
It was a lovely day, and it should be. The newspaper said they didn't schedule rain for three more days, but that would be a torrential downpour. What did a mountain city with so few farms need with rain? The idea came to Silver just as he pondered it, gardens. Celestia's fancy gardens wouldn't water themselves, to say nothing of other nobles and elite ponies with their own gardens. Silver looked around for a hardware store of some kind, trotting down the street as his head swept back and forth.
"Hey," called a familiar female voice. Silver looked over to see that red-colored mare that hung around Tumble. She was approaching at an idle trot that Silver knew on some level was an attractive gait, even if his conscious mind only got confused at the idea of any pony saunter being specifically seductive. She put a hoof on his shoulder, "I heard what you did to Tumble."
Silver's ears pinned down, "Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?"
The mare laughed, "A little of both? He was crying like a foal when he told me about it." She rolled her eyes, "I was kind of surprised he admitted to it at all." Suddenly she shoved him, making him stumble back a few paces into the street. "Let's walk."
She turned and did that saunter away. Maybe he was thinking with the wrong anatomy, but he did follow her. She led him to a small warehouse. She had the key to the door and swung it open before gesturing him inside. Silver grew hesitant, peering into the darkness of the building. With a growing expression of impatience, her horn began to glow an instant before Silver was bodily hefted up and tossed in. The door closed, bringing in darkness, though he could hear her walking around.
"So," said Silver as he regained his footing, "I never caught your name."
"You can't catch what isn't thrown," said the mare, sounding amused. "Sit." The magic was back, pulling him back towards the ground. Why was she so strong? Or was his body that weak? "Good boy." He could tell she was close by. That strange appealing scent that all mares had was there. He couldn't get a direction off just the smell. He needed to practice making use of this big nose he had. He felt something go over one of his legs and jerked away. "Sit," came her voice, close, to the left. The magic held him down as ropes quickly fastened to his legs in the darkness.
"Ok, this stopped being cool," complained Silver, struggling against the press of the magic.
Click, the lights came on, revealing the mare standing in front of a worryingly extensive set of power tools, whips, and other exotic implements that Silver couldn't even begin to guess, nor did he want to. He went into a blind panic, trying to lunge for the door only to fall over onto his face. That was becoming a habit... A glance showed all of his legs were secured with taught rope to pillars in the room. But he was a unicorn! He could get out of this. He got back up quickly and focused on the magic, only for soft lips to find his. Magic sputtered and died as he blinked at the mare tilting her head to the side to achieve a full lip-lock with him. Did she want to kill him or love him? Something cool settled down over his horn before she stepped back with a smile.
Silver looked up at the horn as best he could, "What'd you do?" He tried to focus his magic, but a sensation of congestion built quickly. "This isn't cool, please, come on."
The mare shook her head, "You damaged my property."
Silver blinked at the words, "What?"
The mare gestured vaguely, "Tumble. He's mine. He gets things done, but you damaged him. He's deathly afraid another unicorn will show him up."
Silver began to pale. This wasn't some air-headed hanger-on. She was part of the problem.
The mare lowered her head, showing off her red horn, "I don't need him being scared of unicorns. I need him being fat and happy." She did that saunter over to him, but Silver saw only looming threat, not attraction. Her magic wrapped around a riding crop that quickly lifted from its resting place and floated beside her. "I see two possible answers."
Silver shivered like a leaf, eyes locked on her, "And... those would be?"
She smiled, "I show him unicorns aren't so tough." She brought down the crop with a smart slap on Silver's flank, making him jump in place. "Or, I replace him with a more useful stallion. So which is it going to be?" She waggled her back end, though it faced away from him. "You have the look of untouched vegetables. We could change that."
Silver gave a mighty pull against the ropes, but his hoof was firmly attached. Neither the rope nor the cement column it was attached to was going anywhere. He weighed his options. Wait, why struggle? He could always get away later, right? He smiled at her nervously, "You are a pretty mare." True enough, so far he could tell. She was pretty, and terrifying. Pretty terrifying described her perfectly.
She smiled brightly, "You don't even know my name."
Silver shook his head, "Will you tell me?"
"No." The crop came down on his other flank. It stung a little, but wasn't really hurting him, but Silver had no doubt she could swing it harder, or on a more sensitive area. "Tell me why I'm pretty. Be specific."
Oh god, he didn't even know what made a mare more or less pretty than another mare. He looked her over with darting eyes, looking for those poorly defined things that made a woman hot, in this case a horse woman. "You look sexily dangerous with that crop?" he tried with a nervous smile.
She laughed, and switched the crop against his ribs, "I do, don't I? Go on."
He frowned a little. "You have a sexy walk," he said without too much conviction. It seemed hesitant speech was a thing that ponies often failed to notice, as she just smiled and sauntered around him in a slow circle. He was certain she was trying to be attractive, and it was working on the parts of him that didn't think.
She flicked her tail across his nose, giving him a peek at things he shouldn't be looking at. "I'm going to break you. Then you'll beg for it."
Silver felt panic rise in his chest. His heartbeat went into overdrive, pounding in his ears. "Oh god, did you do this to Tumble?"
She tilted her head, "Huh? No. That big oaf is too stupid to play with." She flashed her flat white teeth, "You're going to be much more fun. Maybe I'll forgive you for breaking my toy. Kneel."
Silver hesitated a moment and the crop swatted him on the neck in a painful stinging. He reared back slightly before he began to slowly settle to the ground at the hooves of the domineering mare. "That's right," she said, "This is a stallion's place, at the hooves of his mare. A happy mare is a happy stallion." She brought the crop down near the base of his tail. Was that called a dock? Whatever it was, it twitched at the painful crop's presence. "We will be so happy together."
The door of the warehouse suddenly exploded inwards. Silver wrenched his head over to see Rough Draft just turning back around. He stomped into the building, fury clear in his eyes. The mare went wide-eyed at the full grown earth pony and her crop fell to the ground. She dashed off into the warehouse at a full gallop, soon lost to sight as she ducked around an aisle of tools. Rough trotted up to Silver and leaned down. He bit through the ropes quickly, then... suddenly kissed his horn. Why did that feel so good?! He licked it!
Rough pulled off the horn and spat the ring that was on it off. With a soft snort he looked around, then back at Silver with a smile, "You're safe."
Silver believed him, and a smile spread over his snout, "Good timing. I think she was getting really close to the next step. That's not really the way I wanted to stop being a virgin."
Rough softly nudged Silver, "How do you get in half these situations? You're an impossible colt." He threw a foreleg over Silver and began walking him out to the street, "You can tell me all about it later."
With Rough at his side, Silver found a hardware store quickly, and returned home feeling ready. "You won't believe what I found! My old book, the one I wrote before I came here!" Already the experience with the mare was fading away to a confusing jumble in favor of sharing with Rough Draft.
When they arrived at the house, Silver quickly trotted over to where he left the stack of roleplaying books and grabbed them in a silver hand before bringing them over to Rough Draft. "Look, real human books, on roleplaying."
Rough Draft gave a soft whistle at the treasure trove. "It's going to take me a while to read them. Which ones did you write?"
Silver quickly pulled out the Ponyfinder book and pointed with a hoof at it. Rough Draft snorted softly. He took the book by the spine in his mouth and trotted off with it. Silver looked after his departing form, then returned to the desk. With the tools he purchased, he went to work on the plug. He was no electrician by any means, but it was so close! He filed the metal down and squeezed them together until he could force the plug into the outlet. The light on the strip turned on, and his computer began booting immediately. He forgot he set it to do that. He clapped his hooves together even as a silver hand pressed the tiny button that would turn on the monitor.
This was a good day.
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I never gave this a thought so the mystery mare is behind tumbler. vary interesting.
ware is this all going?
how will Trixie tack this latest attempt on sliver?
5704711 This chapter managed to subvert my expectations in several ways. Silver's light touch with regards to Rough Tumble's comeuppance meant that it wasn't very psychically-satisfying; I didn't feel any particular surge of "this is what you deserve, you bastard" when he was hit with Trixie's trap, largely because Silver didn't serve as a surrogate in that regard. Rough Tumble was, in some ways, serving as the voice of the reader when he expressed shock over how kind Silver was being.
Also, feminized-Rough Tumble seemed moe as hell, even for a pony. While I suspect that his whole "head down, tail up, do what you want with me" bit was meant to be disturbing, it came across as cute, and even a touch homoerotic (the same can be said for the amusingly-alliterative term "colt cuddler").
The part that spoke to me most, however, was Rough's tearful admission that his parents had beaten him when he got his cutie mark. That got me right in the feelz, to the point where I have to wonder why the hell somepony didn't immediately contact whatever the local version of child services is (I know you're mad at him, Trixie, but he just said his parents were abusing him!). How did his teacher not notice any bruises? Silver had bruises all over when he was beaten up, to the point that Trixie summoned a nurse!
Of course, having read the following chapter, and hearing about how Rough Tumble (I keep using his full name to distinguish him from Rough Draft) reacted with his marefriend...I'm still less certain than albedoequals1 that he'll keep bullying Silver. Leaving aside his new-found fear of unicorns, it seems like he's desperate to be liked, if not respected. Some actual kindness, like what Silver showed him, is likely to be something that he can't so easily forget. Like a whipped dog that's starving, he may hesitate to approach someone who has food (that is, kindness), but he's likely to be won over if entreated enough.
Silver... has an interesting life, doesn't he? Well, this does explain why Tumble was so... obsessed with Silver.
5704747 He just wants to be a good pony. Is that so much to ask?
5704734 There are a few things in action. As hinted at before in the series, the ponies have a really dim perception of changes in their environment. If a foal shows up with a fresh bruise but doesn't mention it, nopony else might notice it at all, and even if somepony does point it out, a terribly false excuse gets a 'seems legit' and life goes on.
Silver is no pinnacle of perceptive ability, but he's sharper than that. In the land of the blind, he is the one-eyed king. One thing Silver is not is about to do is take advantage of a foal. There are limits, gay xenophilic pedophile rape of someone you just humiliated is a bit past Silver's comfort zone, right into the nightmare area.
As usual, your thoughts on the situation fill me with happiness. It is a complete delight to see where our thoughts run concurrently and where they clash. Thank you for taking the time to share them with me.
5704771 Hm, I'm not certain that the issue of the ponies' lack of situational awareness is coming through clearly, insofar as the narrative is concerned. I won't go so far as to say that it's not to be found within the context of the story, but it's very, very subtle at this point.
I also want to underline that my commenting on the narrative is not the same as commenting on the motivations of the characters. I wasn't suggesting that it was out-of-character for Silver not to have climbed on top of fem-Tumble and gone to town (though doing so would have been neither xenophilic nor pedophilic, since Silver is both a pony and the same age, now); rather, that the scene came across (to me, at least) as having the same weight as watching a kitten get tangled up in string, rather than presenting the emotional impact of an abused child - that latter note was hit when Tough confessed that his parents were beating him.
I'm also somewhat confused about how old the characters are supposed to be here. My understanding was that Silver, and the foals around him, were somewhere on the level of five years old (e.g. he turns from being a thirty-five-year-old human to a five-year-old colt, hence the demand for thirty years' of service). But the unsubtle innuendo at this point has me doubting that that's the case.
Having said all of that, thanks again for the kind words! I'm always happy to offer commentary, and I'm glad that you find it insightful.
5704821 There are a few things there. Silver's physical age doesn't match his mental one, so he has a hard time looking at another foal as a peer. Not every pony in his class is the same age. I'd say most are not his age. Pony schools show no sign of having multiple grades other than 'grade school' then 'university', with many ponies never doing the second one since their particular profession doesn't require it.
This means that Tumble and the unknown mare are likely older, possibly double or more of Silver's physical age. They're the school seniors, enjoying being the biggest things in the room. Not that the mare has been shown to be in Silver's school. She could be graduated already, or attending a different school somewhere else in the city.
This does not help Tumble's broken feelings, being punked by a colt half his age. The shame!
They also "lay" on the desk.
There are two spaces between "them" and "and."
The controllers are for his "Xbox 360."
There's a missing period beween "desk" and "There." For that matter, the word after "There" should be "were."
She's a "red-colored" mare.
The redundancy of the phrase "told me about it" here is awkward. I'd add the clause "at all" at the end of the second instance.
That should be a comma after her use of "Sit," rather than a period.
"Lip-lock" here.
"Hanger-on."
The mare went "wide-eyed." Also, if she's Tough's age, shouldn't she be referred to as a filly, rather than being called a mare so much?
5705017 All nice and fixed up, thanks for the report. She's called a mare because she's big enough to just shy of one, and has her mark. Especially compared to Silver, she looks plenty big enough to do horrible things.
Whoa, what the heck? Carrot Plate has her own torture chamber? She is sounding more like a character from Fallout: Equestria than someone who can blend in with normal people.
5705113 Think a little less grimdark post apoc setting and more about what kind of pony in a rich city like Canterlot may be so equipped.
5705114 Well there's no radiation, but she brought plenty of grimdark. For crying out loud, she thinks he's a foal! What kind of twisted monster tortures a little kid and tries to seduce him at the same time? If any rational adult found out about this, she should end up wearing a straightjacket and taking meds.
5705124 Depending on how you tilt your head, she may be worse. She watched him get pummeled not long before. Maybe she figures he'd be easy to mold to her will, considering how little fight he put up in the scuffle? Maybe she wants something clever, but only after she's got a chance to whip them into line first. Raise them up right, if you get the drift.
The big city of the rich and privileged hides some rot in the fruit of ponykind. What would Celestia think? Will Silver even bring it up? It's not likely, seeing as his defense mechanism boils down to 'push past it, move on to something you can do something about'. If she had gotten her way, what would he have done ultimately?
And, most importantly, how did Rough Draft know where Silver was and that he was needed?
5705142 That last question seems fairly straightforward. After what happened before, Rough is doubtlessly following his "son" covertly in case anything happens to him again.
5705142 Since Silver has the mind of a rational adult, he should realize the only way to solve this problem is to tell the authorities. Children are often afraid of being a "snitch" or think that they will suffer retribution, but Silver should know that these things can only continue if they're kept secret. If the teacher won't do anything he could tell the princesses. While they are not his personal guards, either of them would want to know if anything like this was going on because safety and justice are their responsibility.
5705168 You say that, but this hasn't always been the case. It's the ideal, surely, but running to the police has never gotten me anything, and the sight of them is usually trouble. I've been arrested twice for things I didn't do and had a gun pointed at me both times by people looking like they were quite willing to squeeze the trigger.
You learn to stop relying on authority figures, be they parents, teachers, or above. I'd say a creepy sex dungeon woman actually rates less than the soul crushing terror of being killed, on the street, with other people calmly walking past, wondering what you did wrong to deserve the treatment.
Man, I'm venting a bit there, but the point stands, running to Celestia/Luna isn't coming immediately to his head, or doing much of anything. He got away, the situation is handled. Do not follow creepy mare again, even if she offers cookies (you don't know where they've been).
Possibly the most telling sentence of the whole chapter was the last one. He's already shoved the event aside, healthy to do or not, and is focused on the positive that is his working computer.
5705168 I don't think it's that straightforward. Even if the princesses believed Silver and agreed something had to be done, it's his word against hers. That alone makes things awkward.
That also ignores the fact that there are quite likely to be politics involved. Equestria seems to have some degree of nobility - and even if they don't, they clearly have various strata of socio-economic-political influence - and if she's somepony of a high standing then publicly accusing her of something, particularly something heinous, could have a major series of repercussions.
5705183 I guess we're coming at this issue from very different backgrounds. My uncle was a cop the whole time I was growing up, one of my cousins died in the service, and the cops in my hometown are fair and vigilant.
This version of Equestria may not be all sunshine, lollipops and rainbows, but Celestia and Luna appear to have the same personality as they do in the show. Celestia in particular is fiercely protective of her little ponies and would not knowingly allow anything of this sort to continue.
In this story and the one before, everyone seems really casual about sexual predators, like it's merely rude instead of being a violent crime. Then again, if I wrote the law, rape would be a capital crime.
5705238
Welcome to the dark side of a culture where "friendship is paramount" - it's often equated to "don't rock the boat," "don't be quick to judge/punish," and "you should always forgive/give another chance." Or so I'd presume.
5705238 The last story? You mean with Lyra? Luna was not looking pleased at all about the situation. It was David that convinced her it was a wild misunderstanding and magical negligence, rather than any active spite or attempt to predate on David. This is the same Luna that could turn him back into a human, or banish him if he fails at being a pony(so far he knows), so running up to her and telling about the times he failed to be a perfect little pony really just isn't that high on his to-do list. He doesn't want to make trouble, which includes reporting these things. He'd rather deal with it himself and continue the appearance of being a well-adjusted and happy colt, so he can continue existing as he is.
Heck, imagine how the report would go 'This crazy mare went after me!' 'What, why? Did you get into a fight with her, or was she after you?'
'Uh, I used a possibly illegal spell to turn her boyfriend into a pathetic sobbing wreck'
'...'
Trixie and Silver sit on the moon beside each other. Trixie punches Silver in the shoulder.
Or, at least, this is what Silver imagines could happen.
5705265 Not just Lyra. That pegasus that was the ringleader of the vigilantes was doing stuff that a human could have been prosecuted for.
I forgot about Trixie. I guess the lesson here is not to take the law into your own hooves. I hope Silver at least has the sense to stay in populated areas from now on. If Rough Draft and/or Trixie had any sense, they could hang around the school and try to either catch somepony in the act, or provide deterrence. (Especially Trixie, she's getting paid to take care of Silver, isn't she?)
5705277 She was propositioning David pretty heavily, but he didn't actually deny her to my dim recalling, he just looked awkward. I scrolled back to check. She made all the moves, but he never said 'no', and they didn't do anything but her awkwardly trying to entice him and failing entirely. She then tried to get her friend in on the act, who declined to play that game.
When she later found out he was a colt, and thought he had been the whole time, she fainted in shock at how unseemly she had acted towards a minor, and will require a lot of brain bleach, or maybe a couple of trays of muffins.
Equestria doesn't strike me as a place where you can call someone a sex offender without saying 'No' in very clear terms. Rarity very doggedly chased the pony of her dreams despite his lack of response to her advances, for quite a while. So, at worst, the pegasus was a pushy date that David handled with extreme lack of grace.
5705277 Random aside! You are not annoying me for having a different opinion than me. I am, in fact, very much enjoying this exchange. We disagree, but I would much rather disagree intelligently with someone than agree dumbly with someone else. So, please, go on. I love being challenged in my perceptions. Lord knows I can be wrong, and I like hearing a differing point of view.
5705311 Fair enough. She was creeping me out, but I guess she wasn't trying to be evil.
On the other hand, my vote is for Carrot Plate's head on a pike if she doesn't shape up.
5705340 She is a bad pony. She does not have Tumble's excuses, nor would that really excuse a sexy dungeon anyway. Seriously, my dad hit me, so now I capture random ponies that catch my eye and coerce them into being my slave! That's reasonable, right?
... What do you mean no? It sounds like somepony needs some time in the dungeon *whip crack* We'll fix that attitude of yours.
5705364 Honestly, I have to wonder if Tumble was upset because she didn't take him to her dungeon.
...well, no, he doesn't seem like the type that'd like that. But I can't imagine that there aren't some stallions (maybe quite a few) who'd want to go there, knowing exactly what it is.
Heck, you usually have to pay women in this world to treat you like that!
5705364 Yeah, she is a repulsive villain in almost every possible way. In one scene she reduced her "boyfriend" from main antagonist to hapless mook.
By the way, given the way pony destiny seems to work, is her name actually Carrot Plate?
5705374 Another reason to be hesitant about it all. On some level, Silver was kinda turned on. If she wasn't, you know, possibly unbalanced and dangerous... maybe? Surrendering his power to people he trusts is actually one of the big things he likes to do. He feels good when he rolls over for Trixie or Rough Draft, but he trusts them. Ask anyone in the BDSM scene, trust is the first step. If they asked him to play in the sexy dungeon, he'd be nervous, but he'd consent.
That felt odd to type.
5705381 I am increasingly tempted! Nopony's name is set in stone until it appears in a chapter.
5705385
Possibly? She'd fit in at Arkham.
5705388 Hehehe...*swings pocket watch by its chain* Carrot Plate, Carrot Plate, Carrot Plate.
5705388 I'd vote for a different name. While it's descriptive for what her cutie mark looks like, it's not the most mellifluous of names.
5705437
5705413 Do all bad ponies need to have extremely evil sounding names?
5705444 No. I'm expecting her name to have "carrot" in it somewhere, but "Carrot Plate" sounds too blase, at least at first blush.
As far as I remember there is only a power on after power fail in BIOS. Not that I actually turn my off, just hibernate it, but still.
Also I wonder what is on his PC. I got a full archive of Wikipedia, among terabytes of junk, porn, games and music, so I got it all covered in case something happens to the 'net.
5706138 That is the option. The computer was unplugged, then it was plugged in, so it began powering right up. There's a very specific reason I have that option enabled.
5706146 but even when it's off mine is always physically plugged into a filter. What is the name of that option? Is it mobo manufacturer specific one?
5706153 You had it right the first time. And my power button is not connected properly, so I have to turn it off with the hard switch on the power supply, and turn it back on the same way, or I have to grab a screwdriver and touch two pins to boot it. Setting it to auto-turn-on seemed wise.
5706157 uhm, if you're willing to forego the PSU switch iirc there is a way to power on on USB input. Tap the keybo and it will launch!
5706163 It's far too late for Silver to go shopping for a keyboard with a power button.
Once again, a situation that looks like the sort of thing that you'd expect from the genre, an adult-turned-foal deals with a common foal situation (bullying) in an uncommon way because he's more mature.
Then the end of this chapter happened.
These kinds of swerves are going to come every so often, aren't they?
(Not that I'm complaining.)
5745604 Welcome to the plot! Glad you're with me still.
He gets over attempted rape a little too quickly
mmhmmm....yes?
uhuh...keep going....umm...maybe?
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Called it.
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And they are not going to report the Rape attempt... Why? *sighs*
Guess I will find out as I keep reading...
This line doesn't really make sense.
6834171 She did a saunter, that somewhat attractive thing she did two paragraphs before.
5706146 I shouldn't be replying to an 80-week-old post, but hey... Computers!
Does your computer shut down fully if you give it the old "press and hold the power button for five seconds" routine?
In the meantime, I'm going to waste my time thinking Carrot Plate is a changeling.
7603432 I can't remember a computer that didn't do that.
A good day? I don't think ANY day where there's attempted RAPE can be a good day! Seriously, just gonna gloss over it as if nothing happened? WHAT THE FUCK?!