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Fluttershy - 5th of Megan 17 EoH - Mid Afternoon
Multiverse Location: The Prime, Equis #0B
After Sky and Lyra had left, I spent a little more time at lunch with Ayna and Trixie. I liked them, they were very friendly ponies, if weird in their own way. Which is good! If everypony were normal the world would be very boring.
But as fun as talking to them and learning about the world was, I am still me. I can’t do too much talking to ponies I don't know for too long. It’s like running. A pony can only run for so long.
And for once, the ponies I was talking to completely understood! Ayna looked over at Trixie as I started to reply less and less and actually said, ‘We hit her socializing limit, hun.’ To which Trixie actually replied, ‘Oh! Ay has her limit too, but it’s bigger than yours. Here,’ then gave me the frequency of her messenger gem to use when I wanted to talk later and suggested Ayna lead Bon and I to our cabin.
Not even my friends back home were that considerate. And they knew me for years! It was amazing. Especially since Ayna didn’t try to make small talk while she led me through the hallway to the cabin we had been assigned. I was alone with my thoughts, free to recover from the hour of conversation.
I was going to fit in well here.
I must admit I was just a little irritated at Lyra for basically leaving me to set up a new house on my own. With a young child to look after on top of everything else. But I was there when Doctor Hooves diagnosed her, and well… Medically necessary operations are pretty important. You can’t blame someone for getting one as soon as they can.
Unless they are me. I could probably go a week or two with a broken part. Well, unless it was the brain. Hum… Yes, Lyra is definitely immune to being upset with here.
Not that I would be too upset. It’s mostly just that setting up an entire home is well, hard! Especially when you are doing it with someone you’ve known for just over a month. I knew a lot about Lyra, but not, say, what color she might prefer for curtains.
Then again, I could just make everything the way I like it and she could simply use her AR to tweak how she sees the colors and patterns and general decorations. Oh my goodness! That must totally be how her people do it! They just get like, plain white boxes for furniture and then decorate as necessary with the mental images. As long as all of the functional parts were there it wouldn’t matter how it looked because everyone could make it look how they wanted.
No wonder she thought Pony made things were a bit weird! All of our stuff is designed with form and function in mind. It would be a lot harder to make a bookshelf we made look different by changing its colors and textures. Especially since earth ponies grow trees with specific wood grains to form decorations on furniture later.
Which meant if I decorated the room in a way she could use, then I would be stuck with boring plain white function only furnishings.
Ponyfeathers.
“Are you okay?” Ayna asked, looking over her shoulder with a frown. “You taste kinda sad.”
Her words caught me by surprise. “Um, you can taste my emotions? I mean I know what changelings are but, uh, I mean I am an equoid.”
Ayna stopped and turned around to face me. “I thought that meant ‘brain bucket cyborg’. I take it that’s not correct. Can you explain what it means?” She asked politely.
“Um, well… I’m entirely inorganic. Even the brain. I’m not too good with technology, so I don’t know the proper words. Um, I’m a pony who was dead, revived into an entirely synthetic body,” I replied, hoping she understood.
“Okay, so, a consciousness transfer… Huh, well yeah, it is weird that I can taste your emotions then. You must be built to like, EXACTLY mimic a pony. That’s pretty cool,” she mused, turning back around. “At any rate, if you were worried about not really being alive, well, now we know!”
I giggled. “I wasn’t worried about that. But it is nice to know that organic changelings can sense us. It’s like um… Peer review!”
Ayna nodded. “Mhm, but anyways, that's sad. Why?”
“Oh,” I paused for a moment, stitching the right words together in my head. “I’m just worrying about decoration. Lyra’s not here, and Bon might want-”
“Skettios!” Bon exclaimed from behind me.
“Maybe later,” I replied reflexively before continuing. “Specific things too… I just don’t know what to do.”
“Well, she’ll be back soon. Just get a couch printed up and chill for a bit, then get to the nitty gritty. You’ll need credits for anything non-basic anyways,” Ayna poorly explained.
“Er, printed?” I asked with a frown.
“Oh… Um, I’ll show you, we’re almost there,” Ayna informed as we turned a corner into a wider hallway which had a nice green paint to give its walls a feeling of homey warmth.
The hallway wasn't empty either. Plenty of changelings and a few ponies were walking to and from their own apartments, um, cabins, and there were even a few smaller circular spaces that made the hallway even wider with benches to sit on. I could see some ponies they're having conversations of just reading a book.
From what I could see, this hallway branched off into other smaller hallways every so often, which led to rows of four rooms each. Making the big hall way we were in now sort of like a river, with the smaller ones being the tributaries.
“You’re in Cabin Four-Two-Four-One,” Ayna said, trotting down the hallway on the left hoof side.
“Alright, is there anything important to know about-”
“Yes,” Ayna replied immediately. “Across the hallway is Cabin Four-Two-Four-Two. It is rented to a certain foreign noble as a ‘vacation from politics and other bullshit’ home. You will recognize her on sight- Oh. Right… Other universe, er, do you have Alicorns?”
I nodded. “Yes. It’s not Celestia’s is it? I know she has a house in Ponyville for that reason you mentioned. At least ours does.”
“No, Luna’s,” Ayna corrected. “It’s only important to mention because this is a place for her to get away from politics. So if you see her around, no using her title, and no idol worship. Just treat her like a normal pony. Everyling and pone here already do. Can you do that?”
I nodded quickly. “Yes. Thanks for letting me know, I would have used her title. Um, ours is different. She would insist on it. Is there anything else about the cabin?”
“No. Nothing atypical,” Ayna said, stopping at a white sliding double door set into the wall. Turning to face it, she held a hoof out to touch the door panel tapping it twice. “Touch the panel, please,” she requested.
I did, and the panel flashed green in response.
“That’s your ‘key’,” Ayna said happily. “Just do the same for anyone you want to have access to the room. I would delete myself from the lock’s memory, but um, yeah… Not allowed to. Bridge crew have to be able to access any door.”
“That’s okay, um, fire services and police can get in too, right?” I asked.
Ayna nodded. “Naturally. And if they can't open the door they’ll just break it. Emergencies are emergencies. Tap it again, let’s take you two on the tour.”
The tour was brief, but it showed me everything I needed to know. Cabin didn’t quite cut it. This was a small house.
The Cabin was divided into three equal sized sections. The one you entered immediately was a large room with a bar-counter divider to split it into a living room and a kitchen. While undecorated, it was a nice large room and felt very homey. To my delight, you could see out into the lovely Commons garden through an illusion spell built into the wall next to the door so it looks like the view out a window! There were even sunbeams that came through as if the garden was really on the other side of the wall instead of the hallway you entered from.
The third of the apartment on the right side of the Cabin was a large master bedroom, with its own large bathroom and walk-in closet. A closet the size of my old bedroom! It wasn’t that the Cabin was massive, it was maybe as big as the apartment Rarity had atop the Carousel Boutique. But my own little house had been quite tiny. It would have fit inside the living/kitchen area and the master bedroom section with just a little room to spare.
Which was good. My old home was cozy, but it would not really be comfortable for three.
As an added bonus, the master bedroom was soundproofed for reasons of, ‘family housing should not ignore adult needs’. Then we showed Bon how to use the doorbell on the master bedroom's door. Which locked. Now that was a much-appreciated feature.
The other third of the Cabin consisted of many smaller rooms, including another bedroom. Since it was perfect for Bon, I told her it was her new room. The adorable little thing honestly didn't understand what that meant. It took Ayna and I nearly fifteen minutes to explain to her that she had a place that was hers, to be customized and lived in. Once she got it, the idea stuck with her and she spent the rest of the tour slithering about her new room excitedly chattering about what to do with it.
I decided to not tell her that a tree wouldn't fit in the room...
That third also held a common bathroom, and a small utility room. The interesting things were in the utility room. Mostly because of the small conjurer, which Ayna spent about ten minutes showing me how to work.
I knew that Twilight had been talking about the devices existing in theory, and I could see why she insisted they were a game changer for many things. Basically, they let non-mages use conjuration spells to create things. The downsides being twofold. First, the Emeralds made it so you had to pay for the service since the energy for the spell to work came from the ship’s limited daily supply. Second, the things each individual unit could make were limited. Each device had ‘cards’ you stuck in it which contained the instructions for each individual conjuration spell it could cast for you.
That meant I couldn’t just pull anything out of my imagination and have it made then and there. But it was still useful, especially because basic food item cards were already installed! It was like having a small market in your own house.
But still, it was basically useless without a job and money in the Phoenix's bank account, it did have something which could be made for free. Like simple sleeping ‘mats’ and bedding, very basic furniture… Nothing very ‘nice’ or even high quality. But we could have everything needed to furnish a home comfortably right away. Just, you know, only with things we would definitely want to replace as soon as possible.
After showing me how the conjurer worked, she then showed me how to use the illusion-window-thingie. It could be temporarily turned into a pretty sophisticated map that also provided directions, look up places that provided goods or services… A lot of things. Almost too much to take in.
Honestly, I was a bit surprised they even had normal markets still. Why have those if you can make a device that makes anything you can give it instructions for? But then I thought about it some more and I realized that ponies like to do things. Just sitting around doing nothing is boring, some changelings or ponies liked to make tables and chairs. Of course, there would still be shops! Especially since you still had to pay for things you ‘printed’ as Ayna called it.
Her explanation was stopped briefly as she frowned, holding her hoof out for a moment in a ‘wait’ gesture.
“Sorry about that,” Ayna apologized. “Sky called. Apparently, Lyra will be later than we thought.”
Oh no! Please be okay!
“Did he say why? It’s not anything bad is it?” I asked urgently.
Ayna paused for a moment, then shook her head. “She’s apparently fine, but ran into someone. … I really hate playing the messenger, do you have a radio?” She asked.
I nodded.
“Awesome, let's get you into the comms network, I’ll give you Lyra’s frequency and then we can just not have me relaying messages,” Ayna said in relief.
We spent a few minutes getting me logged into the ship. I didn’t think my radio could do it, but apparently with a little tweaking it was able to tap into the Phoenix's own transmitter and stuff. It would be nice to be able to call anypony I knew. And especially Lyra.
Not that I was going to right away. A good relationship needs trust, or so everypony told me. I would let her go do her thing and trust her to tell me about it later.
Once we were done, Ayna nodded in satisfaction. “Right, that’s that. Now I have to go track down Bonbon and get her to her own room. It’s just down the hall. We figured we’d split you guys off… I mean, I’d find it weird if Sky and Pinkie roomed with me. Siblings shouldn’t have to be roomies and such.”
“I appreciate that,” I thanked. “Um, one last question…”
“Mmm?” the changeling asked.
“It, um, it doesn't look like a lot of changelings here know about dimensional travelers,” I said timidly. “I uh, I don't know if you want me to pretend to be this universe's Shy, or a changeling, or just let everypony know…”
“Oh! Good point,” Ayna exclaimed, biting her lip in thought. “Well, you are very uncommon here. So it’s more like people just don't know that you can travel between alternate realities. It would be dumb to have you claim to be a changeling. We do have a few who prefer to stay morphed, but you won't fool a changeling by claiming to be one of us.
“Lyra will have to be explained that way, and you can do that if you want to. But if you want to avoid the attention, just say you’re an android and you were designed the way you look. It’s not a lie, and you’ll probably get a few hugs. Emeralds are universally geeks, you see?”
“Okay!” I said happily, deciding to go with her route. No need to get too convoluted with everypony.
“Hell, just say my brother built you and everyone will not even question you further. Right, I’m going to go now. Feel free to call me or Trixie if you need anything,” Ayna said as she slipped out of the door, leaving Bon and I alone. “Later.”
“Goodbye,” I said, the doors sliding shut, leaving Bon and I to set up the Cabin with the basics.
The two of us spent a few hours getting those basics together. For a young person, Bon really enjoyed helping others. And actually helping. Not foal helping, where you give them a toy hammer and ask them to bang on something for you. Bon actually liked to help, especially with moving things.
I wondered if maybe it was just a species instinct to help. Or if she simply enjoyed it as an individual. I’d have to get some books on Lamias. I knew enough about them to fight one, but raising them is a completely different matter.
Except for the tips on how to survive wrestling with one. I still remembered her pouncing Lyra and I a few weeks ago. Those tips would be very useful.
Since most of the furniture we could print needed to be put together, she couldn’t help with everything. Though Bon did enjoy passing me parts too. After a few hours, we had a couch, a dining table with two chairs (Bon didn’t want one), basic eating utensils and kitchenware, and blankets for everyone.
But that was it. Still, at least it wouldn’t be a night on the floor!
With all of the rooms set up as best as the two of us could get them, I took Bon into her new room and told her stories until she fell asleep. Thank goodness she seemed to like sleeping almost as much as a cat. It would leave Lyra and I with plenty of time to ourselves.
Whenever she got home at least. Oh gosh! Do I really think of this place as home already?
Yes. Yes, I did. Why?
The park. One hundred percent that park. I should really see about finding somepony who can get me a job as a groundskeeper. Yes. Things were looking up. I was going to love it here.
Lyra Heartstrings - 5th of Megan 17 EoH - Evening
Multiverse Location: The Prime, Equis #0B
I felt very lucky. Not only because I had found people who even if I wasn’t actually family (Though I was pretty damn sure they were now.), they treated me like I was. No, that was a bonus.
Right now I was on my way home. Walking through a starship. Guided to my home inside that starship by an AI. While carrying three large duffle bags of stuff for living in a home. Stuff that my dad had got me.
That was both a strange phrase, and a wonderful one. I had a dad. He got me stuff. The first time that ever happened. How could I not smile?
Hell, he’d gotten me stuff and my girlfriend stuff! Literally, first thing after setting foot inside a pony shop, ‘Hey, what’s your mare like? We’ll get her some stuff too. She’ll need shampoo and fur wash. Know what scents she likes?’
Ponies are so fucking nice. I’d need to do something nice for him, and soon.
I’d also need to invite my sister to meet my Bonbon. Also, dad should meet his grandkid. Grandsnake? Yes. Grandsnake. Heh, that was hilariously cute.
“On your left,” Sai said over the VM. “Number Four-Two-Four-One.”
“Thanks, Sai,” I replied.
I looked down the hall to my left, spotted the door number and paused for a moment, not quite wanting to touch the door panel. Just in case.
I mean, I know Sky said she was disassembled… But yeah, let’s not fuck up this really good day. Because knowing my luck over the last month and a half...
Deciding to knock on the door instead. I raised my fist and gave the door a few good smacks. After a few seconds the doors hissed open, and Fluttershy reared up to wrap her arms around my shoulders in a tight hug.
“There you are!” She said happily before giving me a quick kiss. “Did everything go okay?”
“Yeah,” I answered happily, returning her hug, then scooping her up into my arms so I could walk inside the rather spacious and flipping huge cabin. “Damn! This is huge! Did we get a luxury room?”
“Ayna said it was standard,” Shy replied.
I heard the door across the hall hiss open and reflexively stepped right to get behind the wall.
God damn military training! Ugh, it would be fine when this place wasn’t unfamiliar.
“Hello? Did someone knock?” A voice called from across the hall.
“Sorry! New neighbors, don’t mind us. Door didn’t open for me,” I called back.
"Oh, don't worry, they stick sometimes," she said. "The repair 'lings are pretty fast, just give them a call."
"Will do!" I called.
Not wanting to talk to the neighbors just yet, I looked over at shy and nodded towards the door panel on the inside. “Er, could you…”
Shy nodded, reached out, and shut the door. As it hissed shut, I noticed the rather nice looking couch and walked over to it, sitting down, shifting Shy into my lap as I did so, and also setting the duffle bags on the floor.
“Whew… That was a hell of a thing,” I sighed happily. “This couch is pretty soft, did they just give this away with the room?”
“Um, yes. There’s a printer, I’ll show you how to use it later,” Shy replied, nuzzling into my shoulder. “Um, do you really think this is soft?”
I paused for a moment, then nodded slowly. “Well, yeah. In my experience. Pretty comfy,” I explained.
“We're saving up and buying a nice couch. You need to have a better sense of scale,” Shy giggled.
“Pfff, no problem. I had good luck for once,” I said with a grin.
“Are those bags filled with bits?” Shy asked curiously, turning to look at the three bags.
“Nah, shampoo, fur cleaner, some candied oats, soaps. House stuff,” I said.
“How’d you get it? Sky?” Shy asked.
“No… You’re probably not going to believe this, but I found my dad!” I exclaimed happily.
I had a fucking dad. How cool was that?
“I thought you said he was dead,” Shy said with a confused frown and head tilt.
“I thought he was, and that’s what my mom said. I never saw him once. Because that’s a bullshit lie,” I explained. “Turns out he’s alive. He’s also a pony. It’s complicated. But apparently, my mom managed to come here… And was a colossal cunt,”
Fluttershy winced, opening her mouth to probably tell me I shouldn’t call her that. I quickly continued so she couldn’t interrupt. “Yes I know, I’m talking about my mother. Yeah, that’s a really offensive thing to call someone. But it’s the only accurate word to use and I’m a soldier. We’re allowed to curse.”
Shy’s wince increased to what had to be the maximum size her face would allow. “W-what could possibly make it ‘accurate’ to call somepony that?” Fluttershy asked.
“Well, according to dad she is responsible for an act of terrorism that claimed like over a hundred lives. So yeah…” I finished, scratching the back of my head awkwardly.
“Oh… Okay. But um, maybe not use that word around Bon?” Fluttershy asked politely.
“No problem sexy,” I promised,
“She’s not a good person. I sort of knew that, but the scale is now like… Well… Let’s just not talk about her, okay?” I asked.
Fluttershy nodded. “So um, you found your dad?” She asked curiously.
“Mhm! He’s a great guy. I also met my sister too! I got a Twin sister, she grew up here. So yeah, heh… I’m related to the human obsessed ‘me’. That’s pretty hilarious,” I said with a giggle.
“Seriously?” Fluttershy asked, biting her lip to keep from laughing.
“Seriously! I couldn’t make this up if I wanted to,” I said, giving her a loving scratch behind the ears before eeping. “Uh! Sorry, is that okay to do with you?”
Shy nodded. “Of course silly, we’re a couple. And it feels nice.”
Oh good. No need to mention we do that to our dogs… It’s just sort of what you do to a quadruped in your lap.
“Besides, I like pet play,” Shy said with a wink.
“Oh! Well, alright. I um, I don't know how to do that though. Never knew anyone into it. We’ll work on that later, okay?” I asked.
“Looking forward to it,” Shy said, leaning in to give me a loving kiss.
Right, accidental fuckup went better than expected! Good. Lady Luck is apparently over her period. About fucking time if you ask me.
“Anyways, we need to make up a list of furniture we need,” I said, continuing what I had been trying to say all along. “Dad wants to throw us a house warming party. I cleared that with the higher ups… Apparently, we can just throw a party. Isn’t that cool? Anyways, the point is, dad’s going to gets us furniture. Good stuff too. Which is great because a bed for someone my size is going to need to be customized, apparently.”
Fluttershy nodded. “Mhm. Since we usually sleep with our legs folded up pony beds are pretty short.”
I tilted my head curiously. “But I fit in yours…”
“I like to stretch my legs when I sleep. So I got a custom bed size,” she explained. “And why I put two sleeping mats end to end in our room.”
“Oh! Yeah, that makes sense,” I said with a nod.
Before I could continue, my VM beeped at me. Unsure of what the beep meant, I flipped the cover open and realized that this screen was probably displaying an ‘incoming call’. Squinting at the words on the screen, I pressed the text box on the right, hoping it was the ‘answer’ button.
“Sorry sexy,” I apologized. “I think this is a call.”
“Uh, yeah… I am your sister you know,” Lyra’s voice said over the VM.
Oh shit! That meant ‘answer NOW!’ not ‘accept the call and prepare to transmit’. Gotta remember this tech is not built to transition between conversations in meatspace and digital space.
“But I mean, you are human and Bonbon and I are open, and twins are cool. So maybe if I’m reaaal drunk... Sure!” Lyra joked.
“Haha, very funny. I was talking to my marefriend whose in my lap, not you sis,” I answered, rolling my eyes.
Shy giggled. “It’s okay, you're not interrupting anything. But don't call back this evening, okay?”
“Holy crap! You weren't joking, she does sound just like Fluttershy,” Lyra exclaimed. “Hey Roboshy, how’s it hanging? Is that an actual human greeting? It doesn't seem like it would be but a lot of ponies in certain clubs I frequent think-”
“It is,” I replied. “But it’s meant for a guy. Cuz the ‘it’ in question is a dick.”
“And they hang?” Lyra asked in surprise.
I rolled my eyes again. Sis, I am pretty sure I like you, but yeah… Bit of a motormouth.
“What did you call me for?” I asked.
“Oh! Right!” She exclaimed, the sound of hoof meeting face punctuating her exclamation nicely. “I was thinking. Between the two of us, maybe we could track down mom. See about finding some answers. There’s got to be more to it than ‘I want to reap the benefits of two systems’. I mean, it seems kind of weird to keep hopping between entire universes like that. She’s gotta have some kind of scheme, and I feel like it’s something we should stop. Or at least discover. You in?”
I paused, taking a second to think about it.
No. No, I was not in. At least, not yet. Not if I didn’t have to.
“How long do ponies normally live?” I asked.
I remembered Fluttershy said her fuel cell would last a lifetime between refills, and that was about two hundred and fifty years. But that didn’t mean ponies lived that long in this universe.
“Well, depends on eating, exercise, and health. Between two hundred seventy and three hundred years on average. Why?” Lyra asked.
“Okay, and how old would she be now?” I asked again.
“Um… Well, she looked about one twenty when I was fifteen… Dad said she looked older than she was sooo… I’d say she’s about one fifty, probably. Again, why?” Lyra asked in confusion.
“Then we have plenty of time,” I said with a relieved sigh. “No offense meant Lyra, but I’m kind of adventured out for a while. I got a girlfriend who I really want to get to know while not being shot at. And I also have a kid to take care of at least until she’s old enough to stay with her aunt for a few weeks… Actually, where is BB?”
“Oh!” Fluttershy exclaimed. “She has her own cabin, it’s down the hall a ways. Four-Two-Five-Eight.”
“Good to know,” I thanked. “But anyways, sis, I think I need to stick around home for a while. Put my boots down. Set up the fort before I ask someone to hold it. I don't want to go riding straight off into the sunset again. I just got here.”
“Um, I didn’t mean like literally right now,” Lyra replied. “I was thinking next month.”
“How about we wait a few years?” I countered. “I seriously have a little kid.”
“What’s a pet goat have to do with anything?” Lyra asked in annoyed confusion.
Shy snorted as she tried not to laugh. “Um, Lyra, that’s the human term for a foal.”
“Oh!” She exclaimed. “Oh! Got it. Sorry! I understand. I uh, mostly wanted to use that as an excuse to hang out… I was going to really just get some contacts looking for her and we could like have weekly coffee and be all espionagie while reading up on the latest intel and hanging out. I didn’t mean literally go comb the planet looking for her by ourselves.”
“Oh. Well in that case, sure. I promised you we would hang out anyways,” I laughed. “You could have just said so in the first place.”
“Yeah, but that’s less fun than playing spy. A filly’s never too old to play spy!” Lyra giggled. “Oh yeah! Mind if I ask some more questions? I sort of wrote a few down before I called…”
Shy gave me a look indicating she would like me to get off the comms. I gave Shy a look agreeing with her look.
How to get out of a conversation as quickly as possible? Ummm-
“She’s busy,” Shy informed. “I learned how to do her thing so tonight she learns how to do my thing.”
Well, that’s one way to do it...
“Oh! Got it, I’ll call some other time then. Later!” The VM chirped as Lyra hung up.
I slipped it off my wrist and set it on the end table closest to me before giving Shy another head scritch. “Thanks, hon. Awkward… But it worked.”
“Not to a pony,” Shy replied. “It’s maybe a bit impolite to say it like that if in a formal setting, but not in everyday life. Spending time with a special somepony is a perfectly normal thing to do. But we don't have to jump right into that… Wanna cuddle for a bit then have a tour of our little home? Bon has her own room, and we have our own bathroom and walk in closet!”
“T-there’s multiple bathrooms?” I asked in surprise.
Shy nodded.
“I don’t care what anyone says, this is a luxury suite,” I stated firmly. “If only because it comes with my marefriend.”
That word seemed silly. But I didn't care much about that anymore.
Shy smiled and gave me a tight hug.
I was sitting on a couch in my apartment, getting a hug from my girlfriend, while my kid presumably was chilling in her own room, after spending a day with my dad and sister.
Life, you took me on one hell of a road to get here, but thanks. I really needed this.
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And with that, ladies and gents, we have wrapped up this grand adventure.
The End
So, Lyra 's mom gets Scot free?
The room reminds me of some Sci-Fi story I read once. I can't remember the name but I can recall that at once point the protag's brain is removed for surgery before getting put back, and his alien friend comes from a species that has like 8 sexes.
If the story is over, what am I supposed to pun at and make bad jokes off of now?
Not sure it's all wrapped up. We still haven't had Human Lyra meet Luna again or found out the fate or Cheer.ly for 2 things
Sequel? Or maybe more of the other sea stories? Maybe both?
*eyebrow-waggles so hard he gets a sprain* Ow ow ow...
Don't be silly, Lyra. There's no way the multiverse is going to give you time off.
And that's why I refuse to be normal. After all, what kind of 'normal' person loves one of the villains of a show far far more than the 'good' characters?
Oooo what a cool idea! Kind of reminds me of other stories only they have elves that can grow trees in certain ways to meet their needs. LOOOVE IT!
And a MUCH better color than white! I HATE how it seems soooo many places to rent always have WHITE walls. White is SO DULL! Give me some color!
I agree extremely cute. ^.^
And a great wrap up to the story, leaving plenty of room for sequels, which is nice as heh I want more of all these awesome charries anyway. Way to go Meep, and I look forward to your next great work!
7517935 7517942 That's all sequel bait. Never close down every thread. Then sequels feel forced.
7517974 A short story with Luna next, It's almost 100% done. Post in one go. and then I might ask fans if I don't have an idea. Get a feel for what most people wanna read.
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That probably won't happen. Remember, vampires have a hard time getting drunk.
She can dream! And avoid Ponyville... If you are remotely weird do not go to Ponyville... Shit happens like finding your long lost dad and sister.
7517942 Things are always left like that with Meep's stories, it's usually to allow for tie-ins and sequels but it will more than likely be explained in a later story.
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A surprising number of Joker fangirls exist... But that can't be normal.
Feel free to use! Not only is leaving pritty star shapes in woodgrain a thing, but they can also grow wood with a grain such that carving it into specific shapes is very easy too.
My appartment is an annoying shade of white. Why do we make everything ether white or black!?!
"Wut?"
"Grandsnake."
"How?"
"Bon! Mere hon."
"Oh! Now I get it."
... YOu want to see them have drunk sex? Well eh, there's weirder fantasies out there :P
I'm glad you liked it :)
The next one is a sad story. A good story, but a sad one none the less.
7518008 Right, I do a shared universe. Lots of stuff in my stories is just there to allow for potential future stories.
7518005 finding your dad and long lost sister is tame for Ponyville. Granted that your sister is a human obsessed vampire with the same name adds to it but really. Not odd for PonyVille maybe we should call it Monday morning
7518031 Even Ponyville has it's bad days at work.
This was an awesome story meep.
Any plans for a continuation series or are you planning something new. Just curious.
Take it easy, mustangdrew4
7518036 Sometime early next week is a short story, a one off realy, with something to do with Luna. After that, then I'll work on whatever is best ^^
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Nope!
I'd say we are all a rare breed. ^.^
I know right?
Whyyyy can't we have something more unique? Same with 'work clothes' for retail/fast food kind of jobs. Seems the majority are black/bright red/white/Navy Blue so much so with these colors that I can't STAND any of them but black(mostly because it is the one I have used the least for work.) I mean I guess those are good for not showing stains or something as easily but URRRGH why not some green, or yellow, hay even orange! 
They even did this for our student center. It used to be these beautiful creams and sandstoney reds, now it is very utilitarian with different yucky shades of grey and a bright red. x.x
Hehehe ahhh that would be something to see!
Always
*nods* Sad can be good too. (Just no killee Queen Chryssy again eh?
One death in The Queen is Dead is enough hehehe. 
)
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No worries. ... Though her grandmother sort of dies in it.
7518033 agreed just saying for PonyVille Human Lryas experiences are mild.
I can see her commenting on it to Sky and Sky just commenting so a typical Monday morning for PonyVille
(sniffles) always a little sad to see such great stories end, even if they are happy endings, look forward to more from you my friend.
7518155 More soon. I got a one off short half finished.
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I as always look forward to reading it, and adding the soundtrack to it.
I do like how you keep using stuff like this to emphasis how big the 'Nix is.
Also, have another Patreon. 'Cuz why not.
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Hmmm how does one 'sort of' die? Did she 'get better'?
Words cannot describe the sadness I felt when I saw this story has been marked as complete.
You missed a perfectly good opportunity to throw in Bon's reaction to getting her own bedroom. Just commenting here because I hate seeing missed opportunity for characterization and to say this sadly just reinforces your tendency to just gloss over her.
Eww.
I know you explained this away, but I still have a knee jerk reaction to seeing something that just creates food, even if at a large energy cost and is explained perfectly in story. Just makes things too damn easy and too many writers-Star Trek included-just use them poorly and ignore some ramifications of them.
Also, in this scenario if it works by conjuring something up, then it's also going directly against headcanon I have for many of my MLP stories (and a few outside) in which, while conjured food is tasty, provides absolutely none of the nutrients a living being needs and outright disappears after a while. Outside of beings made of pure magic, who have no problem subsiding on it, but then again they don't have physical bodies in the strictest sense. Think monsters from Undertale and their food.
Not particularly relevant and it's more my problem than the story's, but just bringing it up.
Fluttershy let out a little squee as she stared at the cover of a new book she ordered. It was a rather large book, old but lovingly cared for titled "Behavior, Psychology, Nesting, and Biology of Monsters of Equestria, 17th Edition". It had taken a while, but she'd finally found a book that might help her and Lyra raise Bon, and it had finally gotten here. She also made a note to never use Flim&Flam deliveries ever again, as it arrived two months late.
With an eagerness to her motions, Fluttershy opened to the book's glossary, tracked down an entry on lamias, and immediately went to the page.
Fluttershy read for a few minutes, but stopped as her eyes went to pin pricks.
Slowly, mechanically, she read the line paragraph again. And again. And again.
Lyra walked into the room. "Hey Fluttershy, what's-what's wrong?" Lyra asked immediately in concern once she noticed her girlfriend's tensed body, drooped ears, and overall demeanor that screamed "upset". Wordlessly, Fluttershy passed Lyra the book, opened to the same passage she had just read.
Confused, Lyra took the book and started reading.
"...Young, juvenile lamias typically exhibit an overabundance of affection and love for their parents, and go to great lengths to make themselves useful in the lair. This is believed to be a instinctual survival mechanism due to the very real fear that their feral( here, where feral here is defined as lamias who refuse to live according to the rules of Equestrian and typical civilization and still eat ponies if given the opportunity) adult parents are known to routinely kill and consume their own children if they deem them annoying, useless, or if boredom strikes. This was confirmed by now deceased biomancer Jaded Rose, who dissected and analyzed the extracted memories of 174 deceased juveniles and their parents, with only a one percent margin of error.
Current estimates place well over half of all lamias devoured before they reach maturity.
Lyra's mouth moved for a few moments, but nothing came out. Finally, she said, "Want to go hug and cuddle Bon until we can't feel our arms anymore?"
Fluttershy nodded hurriedly. "Please."
Not sure why I wrote that, and I'm 90% certain I screwed something up in the professionalism or something else of the exert I threw in near the end. Not even sure what limited stuff I threw in there fits your world, but this did pop into my head on reading that, and I thought I'd share.
Oh, it also rather handily explains Bon's personality, so there's that.
It's sentences like this why I love Human Lyra as the main character.
Yet more evidence that Lyra's world/time sucks colossal amounts of ass. As if we didn't have enough of that already.
Kinky 'Shy is best pony.
Well, that sounds like a sequel hook if I've ever seen one. Besides, their mother seriously needs to have her teeth knocked out.
And then flung into the sun, preferably to ensure she can't taint the world by having her molecules eventually go into somebody or something else. Actually, scratch that-a sun gives off life giving energy for plants and forms the foundation of much life on earth. I'm sure she'd somehow noticeably increase skin cancer rates on the planet if thrown thrown there. Throw her into a black hole. Not much harm she can do there.
Aww, that's actually sweet. Cheesy as hell, but sweet.
Well, that's over, and I'm sad now. This was a grand adventure that was just one of those stories I didn't want to end, although I suppose it was inevitable. I guess I'll hold out for a sequel, or maybe you'll go to some other awesome story in your verse that references and included this one? Eh, regardless it's been a blast.
That being said, I can't leave of this last comment here with just a glowing declaration, because there is one thing I truly believe you handled poorly.
Bon.
In the beginning she was fine-but then again, in the beginning she was a weird snake that didn't talk. As soon as she finished her transformation is where everything went poorly. Well, poorly in a character sense, at least. Why? Well, while she's cute, that's pretty much all she is. She's just the cute monstergirl and another weird thing to happen in Lyra's already weird life. What's worse is that much of her dialogue makes her sound like a lolcat.
Now there is an argument to be made for how she can't contribute much to the plot, but even then I feel her characterization, while cute, was done poorly. Yes, there was a risk of her becoming annoying and no one likes it when a young child hijacks the plot and focus of a story, but on the other hand i have seen children written well, not annoying, and actually kind of interesting while not being all that significant to the plot. Better than this at the least.
That being said, that is my only major complaint for this entire fic, so that should be telling enough. Hell, I'm tempted to reread it from start to finish just to see what I may have missed/forgotten between chapter updates. I think I'll cut off here, saying that this was one hell of a ride, and I enjoyed most of it.
AH! it's such a bittersweet feeling
, a satisfying ending to an awesome story
, yet it's still the end..........
For now
7518358 funny you say that, I thought the contraire. She's a child in an adventure, a dangerous one while at that... But a monster girl child whose fear of a kilometer long wurm was because it was too big to eat. She's not a normal child.
Although I do agree she was kinda wasted in the later chapters... They needed moar SnekBon cuteness. The fact that there will be more stories that shall indubitably include both an encounter with her grandfather pony and with the thousands of years old almost-mother do make me less anxious for it.
And meep, this is ways into the future of when you stopped with Long Live The Queen, ain't it? Like, many many years. You will go back into the past for that, right? We need to see Lilly and scoots' love flourish. And the marriage. And the clone unicorns integration. And whatshisname replacement blanket and cape (that will make Rarity swoon). And the dog and fluffy Queen's romance. And all the infinite hanging plot points.
You better not die soon, meeps. You have a LOT to write before you can go
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I didn't even notice this was marked complete until I read all the comments .-. Now we wait.
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Now, I thought this was a rhetorical question, but it seems we're providing some answers. If I had to guess, I'd say homes/apartments/living area type xyz are all initially white (at least inside) because it is a basic color that doesn't conflict with anything and easily repainted. If they made the default something else, there's a higher chance that the buyer wouldn't like it and move on rather than settle in and change the color. With white, you don't really need to put up a, for lack of a better word, primer layer before putting up the color you want.
Can't say I've ever seen room painted black, but it's also a pretty cheap color that doesn't conflict with a lot, so it has pretty decent mass appeal. If nothing else, not many people would be put off by white or black as much as they would if the thing was a color they didn't like.
When it comes to uniforms, the coloration is usually set by branding. Pick a color that best evokes your brand without being prohibitively expensive to produce for all your employees.
Also, return of the minor grammar gripes!
Back on that "and I" vs "and me" issue. I'll leave it at just that, since those are the ones that stand out to me. You do it a few times this chapter.
It's over!
Yet, I look forward to the next story. Keep up the good work Meep.
First: The proper term is 'grandsnek'.
Second: That's really what that expression means?
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Yeah that's true, heh and one of the reasons I hate it, as since I only rent(am still in college so staying in a house available for rent for student's) we are not allowed to paint the walls ourselves. x.x
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*coughs* Like, barely 2 years...
LLtQ: Ch. 6 "12th of Solarus ‘15 EoH"
L-7%: Ch. 33 "5th of Megan 17 EoH"
Not even, 2 months short...
7518670 Oh yeah... Not particularly anymore, it usually refers to hanging out now. (Us Californians are weird...) But originally, yes, it is a guy thing. Cause guys' things hang...
7518999 Not in Subjective Reader Time, also known as "how much more story we want meeps to write". That amounts right now to approximately a "metric fuckton". So many many years it is =p
wait it's done?
D:
well, onwards!
an excellent way to end an excellent story
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She's a big ass ship. THe 15 cubic KM measurement is how much of her is USEABLE right now... And doesn't count hallways.
I am honored, thank you :)
7518252 Off screen deaths dont realy count as 'deaths' IMO.
7518463 I'm glad you enjoied this run :) I'd keep it going but the thematic end was too apt. Story begins with Lyra in her living room alone and with no future to speak of. Story ends with Lyra alone in her living room with a family and a decent looking future. Came full circle.
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She was... sorry about that. We'll see what I can do to make up for it in future works.
Yes, but not many many years. Just two.
Of course. Not all of my stories are written in order after all. That's why I HAVE the date stamps.
I'll try. But this is Alaska and I am very very poor. If I vanish on your ass in the next few coming months I probably couldn't afford rent and thus died because we hit condition 1 up here in the winter sometimes. But, that is less likely to happen now thanks to patreon. Thanks guys!
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You wont need to wait long, my next story is almost finished.
Except Landlords dont let you repaint... at all. Ever :c If I ever get spair money I am nailing strips of fabric to my walls.
What magical land do you live in where you get to paint your apartment? I'm not even being sarcastic. That literally feels like an enchanted fucking kingdom from my PoV.
I have never ever once heard anyone actually ever say 'and me' who wasn't a literal Appachan hillbilly (Oh god did I hate living in Beckly, West Verginia ><)... I honestly can't believe that's ever correct :/
7518603 Dont worry, next thing comes soon!
7518670 Popmannn's remark may be true in Cali, but up in AK it's still a way to greet a dude you're close friends with and would be 100% inappropriate to use on a female.
7519202 Shes done. But there's another nearly compleated 40k word ish story comming up off the starbord bow... ANd she looks a bit sad.
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I live in the magical land of Florida, also known as the opposite end of the continent, pretty much. I've seen a few apartments that don't let you repaint at all, but several are OK with it as long as you repaint when you move out.
Used to be people would say "and me" all the time, and they would get corrected when they used it incorrectly. Eventually people just started to use "and I" all the time to avoid getting corrected, and no one bothers to point it out when it is used improperly the other way around. It has become common to just assume "and I" is correct in all cases, to the point where it has been accepted as proper English. One of those "evolution of the language" type deals. It bothers me when I notice it, but at this point it's not really worth bringing up anymore.
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Nothing gold can stay, pony boy. But if you look hard enough, and wait just a bit longer, you can always find another glimmer of gold.
By a bit longer, like, Monday or Wednesday.
Fuck! You're right! Read that bit again in say, 10 minutes after you see this. I'll fix that.
My headcanon is that conjured food is bland as hell. It will keep you alive, but it's like survival rations. Not good to eat, not very good for you. Also it doesn't keep it breaks down quickly. (Everything conjured by magic has a half life. That couch will decay in a few months.) There are limits to the school of magic. It's hard to permanently conjure items that are not simple as hell. Like, a cube of iron simple. Even just H20 would be hard to make permanent. But just the H? Doable. With skill. Conjuration magic is NOT a replacement for other means of producing goods. It's a supplement.
I liked it. And that's pritty close to my own lore, method of writing, and a thing I would do. Mind if I add it to my list of secen snippits? It's a list of things that sometimes wned up in a story. Or have a story built arround them.
It does, and she does need more development. I apologize for that. I made her to really be a liability for Lyra but not much else and that's a bad on my part. Sorry.
The best part is that's not even head cannon of fanon. Have you seen the episode Luna Eclipsed? Fluttershy's literal 'perfect dream' that Luna puts her into to bait the Tantabus is her being treated as a pet. And she verbally remarks that it's nice to be cared for for a change. Extrapolate that into the more adult tone I use for my stories and boom, there's her fetish. That was a sex dream translated into a kid-friendly form...
It's a foolish mistake to close down EVERY thread in a story. You should wrap most of them up but always leave a few for later use or fan speculation. Keeps people coming back. IMO "Happily Ever After" is a bad ending. I much prefer these endings: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qih55rWcsvM
Heh, trust me all romance is cheezy :P I think that we should redefine the word as "Emotionaly posative, but in a cheezy way you dont mind so much."
Humm... Well if you like pony Lyra, The Bridesmaids and Dinner at Ravenloft feature her as one of the MCs. I've got a one-off short with Luna coming up in a day or so (My shorts are about 40k words long), and after that... I'm not sure yet. But I always think of something. Oh! If you like my larger adventure stories, I recommend The Queen is Dead.
ANd I agree with you. I could have done better there. AH well, can't learn without trying :D
7519685 Go ahead and use the little snippet if you so desire. I wrote it exclusively for this verse, after all and I don't really have a use for it outside of a little distraction and a bit of honor to a story I very much enjoyed.
And I actually did read The Queen is Dead and its sequel, but I will be sure to check out the others you mentioned. Although, now that I think about it I think I'm reading all of this in reverse order it was probably intended.
7519721 Meep isn't the most chronological of authors, you'll be fine.
7520013 I prefer a shotgun approach to telling the tales from a world created by those tales. Lots of little holes everywhere with a common origin :P
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Hmm true, I can see that.
7520039 My own technique is similar, though my coauthor has made a few comments that I've chosen to take as compliments. Notably, that if you threw a dart at my stories then I'd be able to tell you the entire life history of the character it happened to tragically kill.
She is less prone to killing everything off, though. A trait you share.
7520119 I follow the Linkara school of character death. If the answer to the question "Will this character's death increase the number of stories, or quality of stories you can tell?" is "No." then I don't kill that character off.
7520179 I'm not actively killing characters off, but the setting has, metaphorically and a little bit literally, a ticking clock and only one fire exit.
If any character in the story isn't in this one very specific place when the last couple dominoes fall, then they're not alive any more during the last chapter. And that's after a few solid years of extremely ugly total war. And that's after generations of declining birth rates and increasingly fatalistic social attitudes.
So really, killing them off on screen is the only way to get closure for anyone who doesn't make it to the... base? Fortress? Ship? Not sure if it's still a ship once you've dismantled the engines for parts.
7520767 Yeah, you are right. But based on Lyra's personality, I'm certain you can see her keeping her "Hey I watched a version of you die!" moment in her head.
Not that it would phase this Trixie. "Trixie has also seen Trixie die before. Several of them in fact. Occupational hazard. Would somepony pass Trixie the toast?"
7519454 can we give her cookies to make her happier?
:P
7521888 Pony twins never have the same cutiemark, so she'd still be in violation of identity theft laws, even if they couldn't 'dispell the illusion' she was using to give herself the mark. But yes, she's safe from changeling specific laws.
7521401 If enough people are sad about the story, I'll do that.
7522284 :D yay!
No, I want more dang it. There is still so much more to deal with. I really want to see Roboshy meet the mane 6 it would be highly entertaining. I also want to see. Lyra flip out trying to protect her. Also, some portal pony shenanigans are needed.