Rainbow was looking into the eyes of the distant pony. The afternoon wind was sending shivers through her body. The other pony was having the same effects, visibly shaking in the sudden breeze.
Suddenly, the other pony took a step closer. As Rainbow realized this, she followed the example. Soon both ponies were running towards each other, eyes still locked into each other’s.
It was only when they could hear each other breathing when they finally stopped. Applejack’s body shapes were easily visible now, though Rainbow kept her concentration on the face of the orange mare.
Applejack was doing the same. They just stood there, looking at each other, not even trying to break the magic of the moment.
And all of a sudden the clouds moved out of the way and let the beams of Celestia’s sun reach the ground.
Those beams reflected from the eyes of Applejack, showcasing the deep green in them, making Rainbow’s sense of reality slip even further away.
The breeze was still present, taking a hold of Applejack’s blonde mane and swinging it in the air. The sight was heavenly.
And just as the moment was reaching its peak, Applejack leaned in and locked her lips with Rainbow’s.
The two ponies stood there, sharing in a passionate kiss, the afternoon sun illuminating their bodies against the small field filled with golden wheat they were standing on.
And the reality faded away as the two mares shared their special moment.
----»«----
A little-out-of-tone chirp of a bird woke Rainbow up from the first happy dream in weeks. She was annoyed by this, of course. She had been living the best moment of her short life again, getting to feel all the emotions that were rolling in her head as the kiss just kept on going.
But this certain bird just had to chirp when she was having the worst of hangovers. The sharp pain was a bit late, but after a good two seconds the feeling of millions of tiny needles penetrating your skull came.
As the pain took over, Rainbow collapsed to the floor. She had apparently tried to get up during her sleep. That was new.
But this wasn’t the best of moments to think about what she had done while she had been asleep. The pain pulsing in her head was a much more important thing.
Rainbow was starting to regret whatever she had done in order to get such pain. She had drunk something, but she was not sure what.
The taste in her mouth reminded of two-weeks-on-the-table cider mixed up with a fresh batch of puke from the floor of the worst pub in the town. In other words, she hadn’t tasted anything even near that bad in months.
Water was the best friend of a drunk. You could drink gallons of straight vodka fresh from Stalliongrad, getting only a ruined liver, a couple of hours of blank in your memory, possible unpleasant memories and a semi-bad hangover if you drank the same amount of water after drinking the alcohol.
But when you had a hangover up and running, there was no way to stop it. You’d have to submit to the fate of living with it for a couple of hours.
But you can make the suffering more tolerable if you just manage to get up from your bed, the floor or wherever you just happen to be lying.
It was brilliant. Go do some chores and BOOM! Hangover gone.
There was only a single problem.
It’s incredibly hard to get up when you have a pistol pressed against the side of your head.
“Rise and shine, dearie!” shouted a somewhat high-pitched voice. It was coming from her side. Rainbow was pretty sure that the source of the voice was holding the pistol.
“How was sleep?” it asked. A regular pony would have answered, but Rainbow knew better.
“Ah, you’re a little smart-ass are ya? Well, let’s see about how smart you are with your brains on the wall!”
Rainbow knew she had no choice. She was slowed down so much by the hangover that she wouldn’t be able to take the stallion down. At least from this position.
“What do you want?” she asked. Better keep the conversation alive. Rebels are simple. If they are speaking, they can’t shoot.
“Oh, I was just having a little walk around the town and saw this nice little building. Well, I don’t fight for free. So, I came in in hopes of some treasures, but found you on the floor instead.
“But, as I’m a good stallion, I didn’t run back to the camp and tell that we had a Princess-loving traitor here. No, I decided to have my own fun with you.
“But, you were out cold. Drinking is dangerous, you know? It might destroy your beautiful body.”
Rainbow was starting to get pissed. She knew exactly what the Rebel meant by “own fun”. But she wasn’t going to go down without a fight.
She was a soldier. She knew tricks. The best way to make a stallion completely harmless? A well-aimed kick to the jewels.
“So, what are your plans?” she asked. A distraction was needed in her current condition.
“Are you really that stupid? I’m a stallion and you are a mare. It should be completely obvious that I’m going to-“
Rainbow pressed her forehooves tightly to the floor, used them to rocket herself up, lifted her left hind hoof up and bucked as hard as she could while mid-air. Judging by the sudden stop in the little speech of the Rebel, she had hit her target.
She heard the Rebel collide to the floor. Her plan had succeeded.
The gun was falling freely through the air. With a swift move of her hoof, Rainbow caught it mid-air, spun it around, landed perfectly to the hard floor and aimed at the Rebel.
But the poor stallion was still in such pain that he was unable to do anything. He was just lying on the ground, a painful look on his face. Rainbow could actually see tears forming up in his eyes.
“Not so tough anymore, huh?” she asked. Mocking her victim was always fun, especially after she had surprised him.
The Rebel was only able to form up a small, high-pitched squeal.
“That’s what you get for sneaking around stealing stuff and stalking innocent mares while they are asleep.”
“B-buck you!”
Rainbow was surprised by the fact that the Rebel had managed to form up two complete words.
“What was that? Didn’t quite catch you there,” she said while waving the gun in front of the face of the Rebel.
He got the hint and kept his mouth shut.
“Now, I really don’t like killing ponies. But, I can make an exception with you…” Rainbow said and put on her evil grin.
“No! Please! I’ll do anything!” The Rebel had recovered quickly.
“Anything, eh?” Rainbow asked and placed a hoof on her chin, as if she would be thinking.
“Yes! Anything!” The Rebel was starting to sound desperate.
“Okay then. First off, you’re going to answer some questions. How did you get in? The door was supposed to be secured.”
“Duh, a house has windows!”
Rainbow skillfully spun the gun in her hoof and pulled the trigger. The bullet missed the head of the Rebel just by inches.
“Oh just how did I miss like that? Well, I’ll probably be more accurate next time…” Rainbow said to the now-shocked Rebel.
Seeing that the Rebel realized to keep his mouth shut, she continued the little quiz.
“Secondly, what are the plans of the Rebellion?”
All of a sudden the Rebel got all serious.
“I’m not letting the Rebellion down, motherbucker!”
Rainbow had got enough of this. She lifted the gun up and shot again. The bullet hit right where it was supposed to hit; to the left forehoof of the stallion.
“Aah!” Was all the stallion could say. He winced in pain and collapsed on the floor, holding his now-injured hoof.
“I repeat. What are the plans of the Rebellion?” Rainbow said while pressing the gun against the right hind hoof of the defenseless stallion.
“Okay, okay! I’ll tell!” He shouted in panic, knowing that he had no option.
“Well?” Rainbow asked. “I’m not a very patient mare, you know.”
“The lead is finally going to take Canterlot over. They should have no resistance now when the princesses are gone. Right for those namby-pamby “love everyone”-bitches.”
Rainbow shot another bullet, into the right hind hoof this time.
“Aaagh!”
Rainbow could see the tears that were forming up in the eyes of the Rebel. ‘Not so tough’, she thought to herself.
“So, any more info? Or should I try your left hind leg?”
“They will take the palace as the command center! They will live there until the war is officially over! The great and almighty leader loves hayrolls! What do you want to know!?”
“I guess that was enough. Now come on and I will take you to the cellar in order to get you something for those hooves.” Rainbow said. She certainly wasn’t going to clean any more Rebel-blood from the floors.
“Oh thank you, thank you!” said the Rebel, a small glimpse of hope lighting up in his eyes.
“Okay. Grab my shoulder.” Rainbow instructed after making sure that he had no hidden weapons.
The stallion obeyed. He grabbed Rainbow’s shoulder and she began escorting him towards the awaiting doom.
----»«----
As they reached the cellar door, the stallion’s normally green fur was soaked in blood and sweat. Yet he was still conscious and doing his best trying to keep steady, trying to ease Rainbow’s job.
She almost felt bad for what she was going to do.
Almost.
“Okay, you go first. The door tends to shut a bit fast and we don’t want you to stumble, do we?” she said.
“Well, at least I don’t,” the stallion answered happily. He waited aside as Rainbow forced the heavy door open.
“It tends to get stuck every now and then,” Rainbow explained. The stallion suspected nothing. He just happily smiled at her as he walked through the doorway and started walking down the stairs.
Rainbow moved to the door, swung the pistol up, made sure it was loaded and aimed at the back of the head of the Rebel.
For a second, she hesitated. The stallion seemed really nice to her.
But when she recalled the earlier events, she decided that this was the best solution.
She shot three accurate shots into the back of his head. He fell forward on the steps, nastily hitting his forehead to one of the hard stone steps. Rainbow could hear the skull crack.
She trotted down as fast as she could. The faster the body would be dumped into the hole, the faster she would be able to forget.
As she reached the body she could easily see half of the brains of the stallion sticking out of the huge hole he had in his skull. The bullets had made their way through forming up three round holes, weakening the skull. When he had hit his head to the step, the weakened skull had cracked. The result was messy.
The cerebrospinal fluids were flowing through the hole, diluting the blood and causing a pinkish puddle form up. This managed to make Rainbow feel sick.
She quickly pushed the stallion with her front hooves. The hole was getting closer and closer.
After a good minute of pushing and gagging, the Rebel finally fell to the depths of the hole. A sickly thud and a series of loud cracks could be heard.
Rainbow 4, Rebels 0.
But she wasn’t too happy about it. Two of the four had been good in some level. This was why she hated war.
‘Oh how I hate the sound of the broken pieces,’ she thought to herself, the cracks still haunting her mind.
She trotted back to the cellar door, took a one final look back and shut the door for good.
----»«----
The sun was already setting. The same old and boring beams casted shadows on the wall behind the window. The sight was starting to bore Rainbow. It would have been a great moment to share with someone, but when she was all alone, everything felt so dull and gray.
She used the small hammer to hit the one last nail, causing it to sink deeper into the hard wooden plank she had found from the upstairs. Why did the owner hide wooden planks into his house?
But Rainbow didn’t care. All the windows were now blocked and no-one could get in. She could sleep safely.
But it wasn’t sleepy-time yet. It would take good two hours for her to fall asleep and the thought of waiting those two hours with all kinds of memories running in her head, constantly trying to hurt her wasn’t too tempting.
She’d need something to do. Something to keep the thoughts away.
Food or drinks were no option. Rainbow still remembered the hellish headache she had had after killing the Rebel.
She was also pretty full from that half-a-sandwich she had eaten before blocking the windows.
But the answer to her problem was lying on the floor, next to her saddlebag.
The mysterious folder she had found from observation room. A good read would make time pass easily.
Rainbow trotted over to the folder, picked it up and threw it to the couch. After making sure that everything was well blocked and that she was in good enough condition, she followed.
She made a few adjustments to her position, opened the folder and started to read.
By the time I was writing this, something great (My opinion) happened in the world of music. I found out about this two weeks late, though, but it was still worth celebrating.
So, can you guess what it was?
(Hint hint!)
Well, as a huge fan of Joel, this was pretty important to me. So, the sharpest of you may have noticed the little reference I "hid".
Well, as I'm not too great at making up names or looks of characters, I'm announcing a small competition.
You found the reference? Good. Now comment below and point out the line that contained the reference. You can use quotation marks or quotation field or whatever you want.
IF you are in the top five (Implying that I get that much readers), you get a cameo role!
AND, you get to choose whether if you are a Rebel or a "Princess-lover", do you get killed by either Rainbow or the Rebels, what you look like (Your OC or just some random colors), what you sound like etc. Basically the only limits are that:
- You WON'T kill Rainbow.
- You WON'T unite with Rainbow.
- You WILL appear in only a single chapter. (This rule may change over time.)
Be fast (Or just slowly crawl through the chapter and be the second one to comment)!
And you know the basics. You have every right to point out my mistakes.
Hey Some Kinda Brony! This is your time to shine!"
1317645 Well then let's see them! If they're pretty nice they should at least get some recognition! As your "favorite person from the internet", as you have said before, I'm just asking for a teeny-tiny cameo. Ya' know, my OC just shouts "Death to the Rebellion!" and I light the motherbuckers up :)
"Occupations always end in failure. History's taught us that a thousand times." -Marvin, War of the Worlds, 2005
...Was Marvin his name? It was something with an M.
Anyway, It one of my favorite movies.
1318195
Uh...
You lost me there...
Mind clarifying that up a bit? In my current condition I'm unable to understand anything beyond well-explained. (Remember first grade? Remember how teachers used the simplest of English to tell you something? That.)
Great movie though!
And, uh, for the cameo you'll need to point that reference up. See the hint hint. Rules be rules.
1318205 Rules are supposed to be broken though. That's why they're rules. Anyway, I was talking about how the rebels will eventually fail and then got into talking about War of the Worlds.
1318209
Yeah...
Next chapter won't have any of these cameos, though. It will consist of the contents of the folder. Interesting stuff explaining ponies is going to happen...
1318213 Are we going to find any hidden notes that we talked about a while back? Maybe a schematic for a Force Gun? A 'Bring Your Friends Back to Life' machine?
1318223
Maybe some minor hints.
I have plans for every single little folder in that house.
Rainbow is going to go deeper and deeper into the depths of pure, yet so sweet insanity
1318227 Give her the plans but have one piece missing.
And the only one in the world belongs to the rebels.
Also, you didn't get the Dead Space reference? You should get it. Pretty fun game. I was playing it until around 1 AM last night.
1318230
1. Or, give her hints about the plans. Lure her to Canterlot. Rebel HQ is in Canterlot.
I'll see what my mind has to give me. I have a week to write at least two thousand words. Should be easy enough.
2. Yes, but I think I won't be inserting force guns.
I mean, Rainbow gets it working, rushes to the streets and opens fire. That doesn't serve the story too well...
In other words, she finds a gun, goes to the street, *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* and everyone is dead. The end.
You get what I mean.
1318241 Yes, I do get what you mean. EVERYONE IS DEAD! Also, force guns don't go *bang* *bang*. They go *pew* *pew*. ANOTHER DEAD SPACE REFERENCE! A reference inside a reference. Referenception.
1318243
As tempting as that sounds, I'm going to have to ignore it. I have plans. And the other readers wouldn't like it. Or that's what I think. Sort of.
But no worries, as soon as this one is done, AppleDash coming! (I'm already planning and occasionally test-writing it. If everything goes as planned, it's going to be amazing!)
1318250 I'm not the least bit excited for that....
Ok, you got me. I'm very excited for it!
1318254
So, therefore I'm going to get at least two readers.
Aww Yeah!
1318257encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcROAol_2Q3Dl7ppaD78ABxkUs1XrORGXvb9tG8tZ5V73NuhmsBEZQ
I searched for that picture and got TwiDash R34. I was on safe search! HOW THE FUCK?! WHAT THE FUCK?!?!
1318268
Let me utilize my amazing skills of making up conspiracy-theories (Or whatever they are called. Damn you brain for not remembering English!)
*Ahem*
The people who draw, animate or just plan R34 are paying Google $$$, so their work would get past the life-saving border of safe search and reach a bigger audience.
Therefore, R34 artists are rich as fuck and they are channeling their money in tries of expanding and converting completely sane people, such as you, to follow their artwork.
Therefore, Google wants a piece of that little goldmine. So they secretly start advertising this little feature among the R34 community.
Therefore, Google want's to own the whole Internet. By utilizing the extra income that the R34 artists pour in, they are able to buy the whole Internet.
Therefore, it's not safe to be in the Internet anymore.
Therefore, I'm going to build a portal to another dimension that is full of ponies where Google can't come and if it tries it will be blocked by The Elements Of Harmony.
(I totally didn't steal parts of that idea from the fic I just read.)
1318301 Mother of God. Holy shit.
1318378
I know!
We must prepare!
1318381 The R34 apocalypse is at hand. All non-cloppers come with me!
1318385
We shall form up a community of our own!
The anti-r34 community?
How to piss off a clopper: Make a pony comic. Make it shipy. Right as something NSFW is about to happen, put a "lol nope" or a troll-face on the last panel.
1318412
Same with fiction.
Write an amazing romantic story that is sure to lead to NSFW.
Just as NSFW is going to happen, something like "LOL NOPE!" happens.
Like:
Oh God! Laughing so hard right now! Make a full story out of this, I beg of you!
Heh, I might even.
Perfect one-shot.
Ideas. Ideas everywhere!
Well, I have made a decision.
I will tear TTOTS apart. The EQD-version will have the first three chapters that will not have gore.
The Complete version will have all the five chapters. It will be the one that's already here.
And I think I'm going to start planning and writing that one I just kinda started now. So. Much. POTENTIAL!
1318456 So, Op, does this mean... COLLABORATION!
8. Interruptions
[Comedy]
one-shot
Collab?
Circle the correct answer: Yes No
1318464
I'm trying to poke the screen with my Bamboo pen but it isn't working!
I like the idea!
Let's see what I can form up...
1318469 forming idea time!
1318474
Exactly!
*Opens up word and iTunes*
1318477 So:
>Storyline (basic): RD and AJ can't find anywhere to be alone
>We're going to make this as funny as possible
> FUNNY AS POSSIBLE
> Let's finally use that plot (teehee) diagram I never used in Middle School!
> Exposition: Characters, basic description of what's going on, all that stuff
>Setting: first setting, Let's use that short segment you typed and say it was at AJ's house.
Just the start
1318499
Storyline (Extended basic)
> Starts from Rainbow being, let's say, flying, practicing or anything like that.
> Hot and sunny summer day. Rainbow decides to go have a little drink at AJ's place.
> AJ get's to know about this somehow and prepares a little surprise for RD.
> RD comes in, no-one in the house.
> Searches around the house, eventually goes to bedroom.
> The part I already wrote, a bit extended maybe.
> Pinkie, out of fucking nowhere!
> Aj and RD looking at Pinkie, Pinkie just being Pinkie.
We have a good 2,000 words here at least.
1318520 I... I know, my story-line was just ideas I've had so far. +We can have each of the others interrupt as well! We basically have four chapters already!
But they need to be different. Can't have the same plot-line over and over again.
1318527
And I extended you ideas to form up a completely new dimension of possibilities.
And that, my friend, is the magic of two random dudes from the internet co-operating.
1318538 Yes, and Slenderman IS excellent. Check mah edit.
1318547
The plot-line changes can be done easily. For example, I got the idea of TTOTS sequel chapter two in one night. Whenever you just want to get an idea, sleep or at least relax. Amazing things happen in your sleep.
Whenever we get closer and closer of writing the next chapter, the better improvement-ideas we get. I have noticed this a couple of times.
1318557 Just a sec. Let me lay down a minute. Edit!: Dash asks Twi to use the 'walk on clouds' spell on AJ. Dash doesn't tell her why, so Twi is suspicious. She asks Fluttershy to check on them, and, well, you know what happens from there.
1318567
One of the best relaxing things I know is sauna.
Sit 30min in a small, hot room all alone, letting the heat ease your mind and the music you are playing loud enough to reach the sauna make its way to the now-open depths of your creativity.
After that, dry yourself up, put your headphones on, take a bottle of sauna-drink (Whatever you want. Can be beer, coke, any soft drink, water, anything) out of the fridge, make your way to the computer and BOOM! Text just keeps on coming. You basically just have to move your fingers around the keypad and that's it.
1318577 Sorry, but being alone in a very hot room does bad things to me. I worry that it might catch fire and then I'll burn to death, alone, with nobody to hear me scream. It scares me. Also, I has an edit!
1318584
Well, everyone is free to have an opinion and I respect yours. We Finns have invented an amazing (and not on any level insane) cure for that, though.
First off, it has to be winter for this to work. Plus, the country you live in has to have snow during winter.
When it gets too hot, you get out of the sauna, go outside (all naked of course) and jump into the snowbank. Sit there for a minute and run back inside.
You might not want to try this in a crowded area, though...
Seriously, we do this in a -25 degrees Celsius and approx. 7ft deep snowbanks.
I approve of the edit!
1318603 Thanks for the approval. Let's get some more ideas and organize them into a story!
I live in the Southern usa. It almost never snows in the winter. Although, when it does, it usually comes down hard.
1318612
You think you have seen hard?
Imagine Lapland...
We (me and my family) were going to visit our cousins who happen to live north. Not as north as Lapland, but still north.
Well, when we got there, it was late night and it was starting to snow. Well, as we are Finns, we weren't going to turn back now. A little snow coming down couldn't hurt us.
The very next minute the car was covered in snow...
Later on we found out that a spruce had dropped half of the snow that landed on our car. But still, half of it came down from the sky! Half!
1318633 Well, hard for the Southern USA.
New idea: Rarity designs a few dresses that she decides Rainbow Dash and Applejack would be the perfect models for. She goes in search of them. After searching high and low... well, she finds them.
Am I interrupting anything?
*sigh* No...
1318647
Great idea yet again!
I'll try and get TTOTS all fixed up and ready for EQD and then I will get writing this one.
I'm going to make the sequel be a completely new story. Therefore, I can post the original one to EQD without getting noted about the amount of gore.
1318663 You mean "we" will get writing it, correct? Collab, remember?
Also, hope you don't get turned down on EQD.
1318678
Yeah, basically I mean we. But in that one statement I said "I" as I'm the one who's just chatting and editing a story here.
A more understandable way to express that would be "I'm will get writing this one, too".
And thanks! I'm hoping that too.
1318690 I... have just been hit with logic.
Hello!
I am pleased to say that I found no mistakes this time! Good for you!
Although I am sick and I tend to miss things when I feel crappy.
Meh.
Anyway, I fail to find the reference. Sigh.
Hint? Please?
Oh, and as always,
MORE GORE!!!!!!
1318696
I know that feel...
(I couldn't find an image for this... So, just try and imagine logic beating up a man)
1318697
Hopefully you'll get well soon!
You saw the "hint hint"-link rite? Read the lyrics.
And another hint: Gerard likes it but Rainbow doesn't.
1318715 OW! I wrote 'logic' on my trombone case and hit myself with it. Needless to say, it hurt.
1318719
Ok. Now you have witnessed it.
Well, that sorta happened to me in my sleep. Seriously. My mind literally used logic to beat me up. Literally!
My mind really is disturbed...
1318733 That must have hurt, mentally, somehow.
1318737
Yeah.
Mentally it hurt. Ever had a brainfreeze? It was the very opposite.
But then, physically it didn't. It is pretty annoying to feel pain on the mental level while you physical level is like "What the fuck dude?".