a special pub built in between demensions revolving around equestria and has became the best place for all humans who came to equestria. follow through as several humans from different worlds tell their stories on their life in equestria.
through each demensions their are thousands of humans who come, go and or stay in equestria. all each has a story to tell on the hardships, the struggle and the craziness they all experience everyday in equestria. however from all the ponies they live with none knows on the secrets that the humans know
in between demensions their is a special bar of which only humans can go to get away from all the crazyiness. come join in, have a drink and talk with the many humans that have come to equestria and pop the question to them.
"how's life in equestria?" maybe you might get more then just a simple answer from them.
It seemed as life stood almost still as rain pour down from the streets of a small part of a large city. Rain poured endlessly as not even a soul was out walking about. The shear coldness was almost too unbearable to stand even a second in the middle of the rain. Lights blinked several times as though the coldness wanted to shatter the bulbs inside. Windows too looked like they were about to give in as the shear cold covered them all in a blanket of white air. Anything that was left outside, trash cans, bikes, small pottery or even a few tools and other knickknacks felt the shear pelt of the rain as it drenched them all in its icy water.
For a while it seemed as no life was present on this cold rainy night. That would be the case however two figures managed to walk through the streets. One figure was large covered in a large black shroud coat. The hood kept the face covered and more surprisingly whoever was in it never made a splash on the ground. The other figure covered in a large jacket with a hood walked beside the other towards only Celestia knows.
Several minutes of walking through what seemed like an endless road finally came to a stop. They stopped in what appears to be a large alley way. The black shroud figure slowly turns and hovered the way through, the other followed. They continued on for a few seconds before stopping at what appears to be a door. The door on the outside had small lighting and some music could be heard from inside.
The coat figure stares at the door and looked up at the one who led them there. “Why here” he asked curiously.
The figure in black turned its head and smiled from within the hood. “Because wolf said it would help get your mind off things. Help you relax a bit from all the crazy that’s happening at home.” A female voice said from within the black coat.
She then turns around and heads towards the exit. Before going further she turns around and smiles, her beautiful yellow and red eyes shinned as she gave a small toothy grin. “Have fun” she chuckles before snapping her fingers and disappearing.
The hooded figure stares at where she disappears for a few seconds before looking up. The building he was looking up had no sign, few lights and only a few trash cans, although inside it sounded different. Seeing as though going is useless since he didn’t know where he was he simply reached out and turns the handle slowly.
“I swear if it’s a sex shop then she’s so going to get a boot up her butt when I get home.” He sighs before turning the handle all the way and opening the door. Inside lead downs a hallway through a large curtain. Taking another breath and letting it out he closed the door behind him and walked through.
Walking through the hallway he pushes through the curtains and looked inside. The inside is what surprises him the most. Several lights were scattered around as several booths were at the far end of the wall and more lined up at the ends covering the front, left and parts of the back with booths. The middle had a few well cared tables and chairs and on the right had a large pub table with several stools lined in front of it. One was already occupied however he could tell who it was but then again he was too tired to even notice closely
In front laid a regular grey and white stallion wearing a well stylish brown and white clothing and a shot glass emblem. The stallion was drying off one of his shot glasses before seeing the hooded figure. With a smile he waves and beckons him to walk over. Walking up to the front counter the stallion put the shot and looked at the hooded figure.
“Hello sir what can I get you” he said in an old but seemly gentle tone. The hooded figure scans through the various bottle of alcohol before taking off his hood and smiling. His brown colored eyes shinned as looked through more of the bottles. His needle like hair almost touched his eyes from the hood. Wiping his eyes he pointed out one of the whiskey bottles and pulled out several bits.
“ Jack Daniels please” he asked sliding the bits forward. The bartender look at the bits and counted them with a nod he reach down and pulled out a glass and begin filling it up with ice. He then grabs the bottle of whiskey and pours a drink for the human.
The human sits down on one of the stools as he set both the drink and the bottle down for him. Taking off his coat the human grabbed the drink and gulped it down in one go. After so long of drinking cider he wanted to taste something original again for so long.
Sighing in relief as the warm yet coolness slithered down his throat. “ahhhhh. Man” he groan as the drink he needed for as long as he can remember. He begins to pour another drink. “Life in Equestria can suck so much” he raised the drink up but stopped.
“Tell me about it” another voice said on his right side. The human stops and turns his head towards the direction of that voice. The next sight shocks him a lot that he dropped his drink. There sitting a stool from him was another human however this one was dressed in a royal garment a blend of black, blue and silver. His hair was a black and accompanied the five o-cloak shadow on his chin. Dark rings easily seen around his eyes were a clear indignation of lack of sleep. He knew this because they were the same as his.
Both of you stare, a shot glass in his right hand as though he was about to drown it before speaking. The two continued to stare for a few seconds before letting out a big sigh and slumping onto the counter.
“Why does god hate us so much” they both groaned at the same time.
*several minutes later*
“So I take it you’ve been living in equestria for a while now” the man in the coat as he took another shot of whiskey. He looked at the man in royal clothing to see he was drinking a few shots of vodka. The bottle layed next to him as he downed another glass into his throat. Sighing a bit he looked at the coat man.
“Yeah I have. And let me tell you it’s be hell these past years.” He said sighing almost in exhaustion.
“I can agree” the man in the coat started to take it off revealing his polo work shirt that he forgot to change before leaving to the bar. The man in the royal garments looked at him and raised an eyebrow at the logo on his left side. He hasn’t seen it much since his time in poniville but he recognizes it to be aloe and lotus cutie mark.
“The hell.” He said surprise. Since he never heard of a human let alone a male working at the spa before. Last time he remembers all of the staff were mares.
The other looked at him with confused look. “What’s with you” he said questionably.
The royal man shook his head before speaking. “It’s nothing. It’s just…. I haven’t nor heard of a human working at aloe and lotus’s spa before. I usually thought mares work at a spa”
The coat man seemed a little offended though since he has been made fun of for being a guy and working in a spa which lately has been getting really old for him. “Oh really says the guy who wears so much bling he looks like a dark version of blueblood.” That comment made him shudder at the thought of him comparing himself with that spoiled sleazy asshole blueblood really made his blood boiled and a sickly feeling in his stomach.
They kept silence as both drank another glass of their alcohol. Several seconds went by before the royal man finally spoke. “Sorry I should have said that.” He said
“No I’m sorry. I should never compare you to that asshole blueblood” he other said with a bit of guilt in his tone. He felt horrible after that comment since he never compares anyone no matter what with blueblood.
Silence swept between them before one finally spoke. “Although we do share something similar to each other” the royal man said with a smirk.
“Oh and what’s that”
“Blueblood is an f@#ken asshole” they sat silence before both burst in laughter at how right they were.
The laughed for a few more minutes before calming down. The man in the royal garments turned his hand and reached out for a hand shake.
“Sorry I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Lachlan.” He said waiting for a hand shake.
The other reached out and grabbed his hand. “Raymond. But my friends call me ray” he said shaking his hand.
Both of them downed another glass and sighed as the clear liquid started to drain their problems away. Ray let out a sighed as the sweet taste of whiskey tasted his buds after such a long time. He always loves the taste of whiskey however when he came to equestria the only alcohol he could drink was cider which wasn’t bad however he missed the taste.
“So how long have you been in equestria. And what did you mean you haven’t heard of another human working with aloe and lotus.” Come to think of it he thought he was the only human in equestria since the last humans became fossils a long time ago.
Lachlan poured another glass before he answered ray’s question. “Well I’ve been living in equestria for god knows how long and I recall that aloe and lotus had a third sister or cousin for that matter that works with them at the spa. No humans were ever announced from where I’m from” he brought the glass to his lips and drank it in one gulp.
“That’s because both of you are from different universes” the bar stallion said jumping into the conversation.
Both Lachlan and ray stood there with confused look as they stared at the old stallion from behind the bar. He had a small smirk on his face as grabbed one of the glasses and started to dry it with a clean rag.
“By the look at your faces I thought you two would know that you’re not from the same equestria.” He stops and puts his hand on his belt the glass he closely examines it. “You see you both are from different universes with the same ponies. You both as I can tell have a lot to tell for one another since neither of you have ever met each other before huh” he smirk as he gain a nod from both humans.
“But wait if we’re from different universes. How are we here.” Lachlan said confused at what the old stallion just said.
The old stallion chuckled a bit as he looked at both humans. “The reason you’re here is because this pub is not any ordinary pub. In fact this pub is actually made for you humans who travel to equestria. This place may not look like it but many times it’s filled with a lot of humans from thousands of dimensions all come for a drink and a good time. How it was created I’m not sure. But for what I do know is that you’re in between dimensions of your guys worlds”
‘Okay I’m stumped now’ ray said as he looked at the strange stallion in a confused look. Never in his life has he ever heard something as crazy as this. Different dimensions, worm hole jumping, etc. this wasn’t the field he study in. “okay old timer I’m more of the field of medicine then the field of astrology so you have to be more pacific then that.” He said scratching his head.
The old stallion let out a hearty chuckle as he finished one of the glasses and work on the second one. “All I can say is for you two is that this place is the perfect place to unwind from all the crazy out there in the world.”
Both Lachlan and ray sighed and rubbed their heads as those words were true. The bar pony chuckled before asking the question. The one question that always leads to trouble. “So out of both of you who has to hardest life from both of you”
Both humans looked and then each other. “Well it must be fairly obvious that the one with the hardest life is obviously me” Lachlan said drinking his glass down.
Ray looked at him with a raised eyebrow at his comment on having the worst day. “Dude hell no. I have the toughest life in equestria”
Lachlan then turns towards ray, the sound of the squeaking of the chair echoed as he looked at ray with a disgruntled look. “Oh so you say you have a hard life in equestria” he said questionably. The alcohol was taking effect as ray soon joined in.
“I don’t think I know I have the hardest life compare to you so call royal Lachlan.” He said with a bit of anger in his tone.
Lachlan wasn’t going to stand hearing this other human talk him down as though he went through hell more than he. He knew all he has been through and felt every single ounce of pain throughout his years of being in equestria with his lovers. A part of him wanted to smack some sense into this human but the other wanted to know what life he went through as well on his side.
“Alright then Raymond.” He said leaning down towards him. The stench of the alcohol still lingered in his breath as he stared at him with an annoyed look. “Prove it then”
Raymond stared at Lachlan dared him to explain how his life is supposed to be harder than his. Raymond never refrain with violence however a good smack on this royal asshole could be in order if he continues to be a smartass. Downing another drink into his system the alcohol started to take its effect and already he could feel a small buzz. He rarely drinks since it only brings memories when he stares at the bottle. Bad memories.
Sighing he turns Lachlan. “So question Lachlan how was life before you went to equestria?” he said
Lachlan tilts his head in confusion since he wonder on why he would ask the question before starting his story. Drinking another shot of vodka he sighed as it went down to his liver. “I don’t remember much but I could say life on earth was okay. I can’t remember much on what happen since I stayed in equestria for long I sort of forgot all about earth” he let out a chuckle.
He chuckled a bit but stopped to see Raymond not laughing back or hell even smiling back. “Hey you alright?” Lachlan asks worried.
Raymond kept his mouth shut as Lachlan looked at him with worried eyes. “Huh….. I wish I was you then” he said tilting his head down his eyes disappear from behind his hair.
Lachlan raised an eyebrow as Raymond covered his eyes with his hair. He usually thought that was an anime thing since it’s hard to covered eyes with hair. However Raymond hair is long enough that it could cover both with ease. Several minutes pass before Lachlan broke the silence. “What do you mean by that?” he said confused.
“Because he was abused before coming to equestria” the bar pony interrupt as he continue to reshelf his stock. He then brought two freshly of alcohol and set them next to Lachlan and Raymond. Lachlan stared at the bottle and at the bar pony at what he just said about Raymond. “Since childhood his parents were alcoholics and every day they would hurt him along with others throughout his years before finally leaving to college”
Abuse. A word he could never tolerate even when his marefriends were doing to him before things soon turned a good point and his life great. Occasionally he still fight’s with his marefriends but he still loved them as much as they love him. Lachlan turns his head to Raymond in disbelief. Never could he imagine living with a family that spends more time with a bottle then with him.
Raymond sighed in sadness as the memories of his life before coming to equestria came through like a river. He remembers the same routine that happens every day when he was growing. He sighed one last time before telling his story before coming to equestria and the same routine he went through since childhood.
He was 8 years old when his mother would come home from work at a fast food restaurant; in one hand she had her keys and the other a bottle of tequila in the other. Raymond being of age never smiled with his family came home and mostly do is read, write or do some extra credit homework. His mother would usually come up to him and asking him if he still got his lunch money for this week. Sighing as always he gives his money to her which she leaves to grab some fast food and sometimes another bottle of tequila… again. His father worked at a garage which was a good payed job unless you ignore the drinking while on the job. When he would finish he would come home same as usual and ask Raymond for money. He would say he doesn’t have any and which lead to being smacked and then patted down for some extra cash. He had tried to help his mother and father to stop drinking however it wasn’t the case. School too became unbearable since him being of a weaker stage due to lack of food and hygiene he was constantly bullied and beaten up which no one stood up for him. Days became years which one day at school he finally snapped and almost killed someone due to the long years of abuse. After months of therapy he soon got back on his feet and continue to work his hardest though his high school years.
At age 18 he got a good job working at clothes store where actually was quite popular with the street and business looks. The store had its way of selling both street looks for men and women as well as suits which the owner makes them behind his shop. Since working there and putting his hardest into the work he always came home with a nice bundle of cash for food which he stores them far away from his family. Fearing it being stolen he made a special safe that he kept his money in before coming home. Sometimes he takes a few ones in case and buys the food for his family which sadly they were passed out. Setting the food down and carefully walking over the empty bottles he goes through the mail and opens one that was address to him.
Smiling at it because it was from the one the universities he sent an application too. Reading through the letter he smiled and cried tears of joy as the letter gave him a new sign of hope. He had gotten accepted.
Lachlan stared at him in shock as to Raymond surviving something like that throughout his 18 years. Curiosity got the better of him and he wonder on what next. “So what happen then? I mean how you got to equestria” he asked.
Raymond slumped using one hand to support his head and looked at Lachlan with a confused look. “That’s the thing I don’t know.
After going to college I spent my life exercising and studying medicine before coming to equestria. And to tell you the truth when they first saw me wasn’t a good entrance.” Raymond took another shot of whiskey and places the empty bottle to the side.
Lachlan chuckled at the last comment since he remembers his wasn’t as good either. “So let me guess. Twilight and her friends either rape you or….. Tried to beat you up”
Raymond circled his finger and smirk. “Ding ding ding. You got the second right. Wait rape?” Raymond said confused but shock to hear that word.
Lachlan chuckles. “Yeah that was what happens to me on my arrival. Wasn’t something I was prepare for especially at the end when my rapist became my lover”
By the time Raymond was taking another shot before spitting out in shock when Lachlan’s rapist became his lover in the end.
Coughing and wiping the alcohol off his face turn to face Lachlan who had a smirk on his face. “WHAT! WHO RAPED YOU!?” Raymond shouted.
Lachlan wonder if Raymond was a member of royalty, reason is his shouted sounded loud like Luna’s royal canterlot voice. Rubbing his ringing ear one his pinky he turn to Raymond who gave an apologetic salute.
“Sorry” Raymond said embarrassed. He knew he was loud however that’s due to the many times pinkie pie goes overboard, rainbow dash in the sky and a few times when Luna damages his hearing a bit.
Lachlan sighed but smiled. “Yeah I did. It’s was my first thing I did when I first came to equestria.”
“Who raped you?” Raymond said curiously.
“The same mare who is also my lover and leader of the others. Nightmare moon” Lachlan took another shot of vodka into his system as he finished.
“Nightmare…. Moon?” Raymond said taking another shot of whiskey. He heard stories of nightmare moon from the stories in twilight’s library. The books say she was an evil mare who tried to destroy the world and engulf it into everlasting darkness before Celestia banish her using the elements of harmony. Thus the name ‘the mare on the moon’ tales came from however that’s all he knows. Some secrets weren’t told to him…. yet.
Lachlan looked at Raymond’s confused looked and smiled. Apparently this human hasn’t dealt with nightmare moon yet and maybe it’s best to keep it a secret on who she really was. ‘Paybacks going to be a bitch for this guy’ he said looking at Raymond.
“I take it you don’t know much on nightmare moon huh.” he said getting a nod from Raymond. Filling his glass he let out a hearty chuckle. “All I can give you is this then. Keep on your toes. She can be a real handful and dangerous when it comes to sex” Lachlan took the shot and drank it.
Clearing his throat Raymond twirled his drink as both sat in silence for a few moments. “So how about you? How was first day in equestria like?” Lachlan said ending the silence.
Raymond let out a small laugh as the memories of his first day of coming to equestria; he then let out a small sigh before speaking. “Well my first day I didn’t got raped however I still got a beat down instead.”
Taking the shot he begins to tell his story. His arrival and first day of coming to equestria.
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It was a Friday night in San Francisco. He was working at San Francisco memorial hospital where he and a few other coworkers were all getting ready to turn off the lights and close down for the night. Exiting the front building of the memorial building he waved out to the last of his coworkers Raymond walked towards home. Since home a small apartment complex it was actually close only about 20 minute walks from there. His home didn’t have much around except a small bed with a few clothes, a laptop and some kitchen electronics. It may have been small and less stuff however when it comes to Raymond it was living in heaven. The house smelled better and he could actually see the floor for the first time. The landlord gave a good deal for him and he been living there ever since he got his first job.
Walking home he took out a small ipod he still has when he first came to equestria and begins to play it as he walked home. Throwing out his fears of being mugged he put his earbuds and turn on his ipod. Selecting a song he decides to randomize it instead. Hitting play he begins to hear this song as he walked.
Swaying to the music he continued to walk and dance a bit as he walked home. Most of the streets were empty and barely anybody would come out for whatever reason. Fearing of gang related work or some type of mafia hit going to happen most people prefer to stay in their house at night which made the streets have an eerie look.
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“Now that I look at it the streets were just like how I first came here.” Raymond said stopping his story and pondering on when he came to the bar. The scenery of when he walked through did look like his home town except it didn’t rain when you left.
Lachlan was too busy laughing at when you told him the song you were listening. Been a while since he heard some human music before but he knew a few songs by this trench guy. “Really Mariana’s Trench” he laughed a bit.
Raymond let out a pout as Lachlan finally stopped laughing. He always loves songs and a few times he sang before but he never like to be made fun of when it comes to music. “Hey don’t make fun of my music. But don’t you think it’s weird to come to a bar that looks like San Francisco.
Lachlan turns his head and raised an eyebrow. “The hell you talking about? The bar looked like any normal bar in canterlot when I first came here.” He said surprise. It was true when discord teleported him in front of the bar he didn’t know what to do except go inside and have a drink instead.
The bar pony grabbed the second empty bottles and set brand new ones beside them. “Remember this bar is different not only inside but outside too. It transform into the first thing that comes to mind when you walk towards the bar. This place may look like anything from outside. A battle tent, a small hut in the everfree forest or heck a small cave too.” the bar pony grabs the rag on his belt and begins wiping the counter down. “It all depends on how you view it. The inside stays the same though. The beauty of dimensions.”
Both men stared in confusion at what the bar pony is saying more mystery on this bar that makes their heads want to explode. They want to know more but trying to understand the bar would be like trying to understand pinkie pie and they both know how that’ll end. No conclusion on either end.
Shaking the craziness since he knows it’s a time to relax Lachlan taps Raymond’s shoulder for him to continue. Raymond too shook the crazy out and drank another shot before continuing.
“Where was I? Oh yes I remember. I was walking down the side walk on the side where I lived before I stopped.”
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Raymond was getting in the mood as he listens to his music while walking home. He looked around to see he was on Gravel Street which was on the other end. Pulling his ear plugs out and looking both ways he crossed through. He speed run so he could get home quickly but stopped. He was almost home but somehow something made him stopped. His body froze stiff; his breath grew cold to the point of seeing it. Lifting his right arm he looked down at his watch that his friend bought him. The hands inside looked like they were freezing and a thick cloud of frost built from both inside and outside his watch. A cold chill made him get goosebumps as they felt like someone or something was breathing behind you.
Closing his eyes he slowly turns his head around. His breaths were raspy and his heart felt like it wanted to burst if fear. Taking several quick breaths he looks back to see…. Nothing. He kept having short breaths before he started to calm down a bit. Finally relax he sighs before looking back. Whatever was behind him was now in front of him.
Raymond grew wide eyed as a thick puff of purple smoke with two red eyes was staring at him. Stumbling back he fell back but continued to scoot back away from whatever was in front of him. Gulping in fear he stared in fear as the strange entity slowly drew close to him. Not think twice on what to do he did the most logical on. Raymond quickly got up and ran back as fast as he could. Racing through the streets like he was on a marathon he quickly race through several back alleys and through several empty streets. Hoping over several fences and doing several wall runs he kept running till he was out of breath.
He panted as he ran for a good several minutes before stopping at a regular house with a basement stares. Raymond didn’t know if the thing kept chasing him although he was too scared to look back as he ran. Looking back behind and all around he sighed in relief as he managed to get away. Or so he thought. Looking around once more he then started to head back. The moment he let his guard down his body took a major hit. Like a car hitting his side he felt amount of pressure hitting his left hip. The force pushed him back so hard the car next to him sounded as Raymond’s body left a major dent and two broken windows. Stumbling from the intense blow he then felt another one hitting on the left side of his face. The sheer force was the same on his side. Flying a good distance he fell down into the basement floor. The moment his head connected with the concrete below was the last thing he remember.
*several hours later*
Raymond finally woke up from the intense blows his body suffered. He looks up to and was puzzled at the sight. He thought he would be in the hospital or still be outside since he still remembers clearly on what happen although instead he was staring up into the bright beautiful sky. Several clouds flew by as he stared.
Lifting himself off the ground he scanned his surrounds. Instead of seeing a small room with medical equipment, a screen and of course other medical staff Raymond saw he was laying on the ground in a nice peaceful meadow. Getting up off the ground he continued to stare at his surroundings completely confused and still a bit daze from the head injury. Looking around he could see a small pond which was connected to a river up north from him, a large flower field over to the west and a large forest in the west. Turning his head around he look over to see a small town just a few miles from him.
“Well I guess I should get some help there” he said and started towards the town. He walked a good few peaceful minutes but it was short lived.
“LOOK OUT BELOW!” a tomboyish voice shouted from behind him.
Turning his head behind he couldn’t see whoever impacted on his back. Like the weight of a full speed car something impacted onto his lower back which any longer he could feel it break into pieces. The object carried him a few feet away from where he stopped leaving only a dust trail as it finally stopped.
Groaning in pain from the sudden impact he felt a sudden move as whatever was on his back finally got up.
“ow that hurt a lot. Felt like I hit a tree” the same tomboyish voice said as whoever sat on his back.
“Yeah I can agree on that” Raymond said groaning as the sudden weight made it even harder to handle on his lower back. Thank god he could still feel his legs after an impact like that.
Whatever or whoever was on him finally got the sense to get off and step back as Raymond lay on the ground for a few seconds before getting back up. cracking his neck he groan a bit as the pain still lingered on his back however he brush it off.
“Eh heh heh heh uh excuse me” the same voice said in an embarrassing tone.
Growling a bit he felt a bit annoyed as whoever thought it was a joke to hit him and almost broke his back in the end. “Listen you if you think it’s a joke on running someone over then yo-“he turn around only to stare jaw drop at the sight. There standing instead of a human was a large anthro like pony.
If she was standing she would be standing on her hind legs were like that of a pony, her head was pony shape and had two large magenta eyes. Her fur was a light bluish color with surprisingly a rainbow color mane and tail. She wore what appears to be a regular jersey sweat jacket and tight body shirt that cling against her stomach tight, and a pair of jogging pants. You don’t need know on what she was wearing on her hooves but you can guess sneakers since she gave you and close up of her shoe. Your face felt force as she made you flue for a few feet off where stood.
Letting out a groan as the kick felt like getting hit with a baseball bat Raymond staggers up only to being pulled up to his feet and stare into those magenta eyes again. She stared down at the unknown species as she kept it close to her face with much anger in her as ever. “WHO ARE YOU?! ARE YOU A SPY An ALIEN!? ARE YOU HERE TO TAKE OVER EQUESTRIA FOR YOURSELF!? NOT ON MY WATCH!?” she raises her fist up and aims at your head.
Seeing the fist coming up towards his head Raymond manages to dodge it just barely. “YOU SHOULDN’T TALK YOU PONY FREAK!” he said bringing his up and directly hitting her stomach.
The rainbow pony gasp at the sudden and backed away from the sudden punch. She panted as the wind was knocked out of her but quickly regain her breathing. Her head slumped down as her hair covered her eyes. Raymond got into stance as he fears the worse the longer he watches her stare at the ground. Her fists clutched together in a fit of rage as she continued to stare downward.
Quickly without warning Raymond flinches back in shock as she whipped her head up staring at him with hatred and fire in her eyes, her teeth clutched so tight it might cracked the longer she holds it. Her fists squeezed so hard her hands spilled a few drops of blood.
“YOU’RE SO DEAD BUCKER!” she screamed before charging at supersonic speed.
Raymond watched as she race towards him fist pointing towards his face. the only words he could must were these. “Oh f!@k me” he said before his face collided with the ponies fist. --- --- ---
Raymond growled a bit as he took another shot of whiskey, this time he got it straight from the bottle. His brow twitched as the sound of laughter from both Lachlan and the bartender echoed the whole room. “Yeah yeah get it out of your systems” he said spinning his wrist around a few times.
“Assholes” he mutters in his breath.
The laughing continues for a good solid 5 minutes before Lachlan finally calmed down. Whipping a tear out of his eye he let lout a collective sigh and smile. The bartender finally stopped laughing and continued washing his glasses. After a few seconds of silence Lachlan finally broke it.
“So I can only guess that she kicked your ass” he chuckled a bit at Raymond’s predicament. Normally he never picks a fight with her unless it’s a sparring match or just for fun. The first few months before he gain his powers he never messed with her as much let alone get into a full on fist fight with rainbow dash. Then again Raymond explains that the girls in his world aren’t giants like the ones in his world well with the exception of celestia who still retains her god like structure. Guess that could be a reason why he never wanted to fight with them due to him being a shrimp in a giant pony world.
Raymond took another drink before he answer. “Somewhat. We spent the last few hours comparing each other’s strength and toughness by inflicting blow after blow on each other. A few cheap shots too if I may add.” He said as the memories of the fight came back as well as the pain he felt with each blow.
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After taking the blow Raymond stumble back a bit but regain his stance to receive another blow to the head. Stumbling back once more he shook it off able to see a third coming right for his face again. Dodging as quickly as possible he came up and delivered an uppercut and swift punch to her jaw.
“ahhh” she screamed before grabbing Raymond’s arm and delivered a swift kick to the face. “BASTARD” she screamed as she kicked.
For several minutes both Raymond and the rainbow pony continued to exchange blows to each other. Several shots Raymond managed to take but because of her speed Raymond had to defend himself as several punches and kicks were dashed out to his body. He still managed to deliver several blows to the rainbow fighter leaving several bruises and welts on her body even managing to dish out a few blows to her face.
Taking in a few more blows she gave another kick in the face, showing an opportunity. Reaching out with his right he grabbed her leg before she could retract and shot her forward towards him. She couldn’t react fast enough as Raymond rushed up and delivered a heavy head butt against her snout.
Both back away from each other as the head butt caused excruciating pain in their faces. Raymond took several steps away from his opponent, his hands clutched his head as it bleed profoundly from the head butt. Some of the blood belongs to her while most of it came from a small cut she made with her teeth. Her mouth was open enough for her to take a small bit off his forehead.
The rainbow pony took a few steps back as well; her hands covered her bleeding snout as a few droplets fell to the ground. Never in her life has she ever been hit in the snout enough to make her bleed so much heck it even felt broken. The pain from the head butt felt like she was smacking against concrete. Trying to control the bleeding from her broken snout she stared glaring at the alien.
Raymond open one of his good eyes and stared glaring at the pony alien.
‘That bastard/bitch is going to pay’ the both said in their heads as they got up and wiped the blood off their faces. The both panted in exhaustion as more blood slide down their bleeding faces both not taking their eyes off of each other. They continued their stare down before letting out a loud angry shout and racing towards each other.
Racing towards one another both Raymond and the pony then did and round house kick at the same time. Since both were doing a roundhouse kick at the same time both were trying to aim at the head however their kicks ended up lower. Once their kicks connected both fighters finally stopped.
They held the positions not daring to move as the force sent waves of pain throughout their bodies. Their bodies tremble in pain as both of their faces turn a sickly purplish color. Raymond started to breath panic breaths as pain erupted all over his body his stomach contents felt like coming up which he tried to hold it all in, the rainbow pony looked to be near tears as she held the urge let even a single tear fall.
They both look at where they kicked their opponents. Both the rainbow and Raymond had tried to hit their heads but ended up hitting their softest part of the body. Raymond’s foot hit right dead center on her pony breast while she was grinding her hoof against his sacs.
Raymond and the pony held their kicks for a few more seconds before letting out a loud scream in pain and doubled it onto the floor. Both let out a loud groan as they covered their sensitive parts with both hands. --- --- ---
Lachlan shudders at the thought of getting kicked by rainbow dash in the sensitive part. He mostly tries to protect his parts but just the thought of getting hit there sends waves of goosebumps all over. “That must have really hurt” he said a lump in his throat formed in his throat as he spoke. He swallows the lump and sighed before drinking another shot of vodka to help settle his nerves.
Raymond cleared his throat as the memory of the fight was still fresh even since it was a year ago he could still feel the pain from the kick. His whole body managed to toughen up but that kick was a driven blow to him. “Yeah it did. However it didn’t stop there” Lachlan raised an eyebrow at Raymond after he said ‘didn’t stop there’. “Wait even though you probably almost turn each other into different genders you both still went at each other?” He said in disbelief.
Raymond bites his lip for a bit before nodding and answering his question. “Pretty much yeah we did. And here’s the f@#k up part after all the beating”
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After recovering from their sensitive blows Raymond and the rainbow pony managed to get back to their stances and continued fighting. Taking several more blows they managed to deliver one more blow to the face. They held their punches on their cheeks before they slide off and fell forward groaning in pain. Raymond was first to fall to the ground on his back before the rainbow pony falls flat on his stomach. They both panted in exhaustion as their whole body felt like punching bags.
They layed their panting for a few minutes before the rainbow pony spoke. “Wow…… your good” she panted and smiled as she layed peacefully on his stomach.
Raymond panted in exhaustion but he was able speak. “Yeah you too.”
They stayed on the ground for a few more minutes before the rainbow pony asked the strangest question to say after a fight. “So…… do you want be friend?”
Raymond ponders on the idea. Seeing though fighting her would be inevitable and his whole body was completely sore from all the punches and kicks she gave. Then again he wasn’t the type to just be friends quickly after a beat down with a complete alien species. Even when they’re beautiful in their pony, anthro sort of way. But still she attacked him with getting to know him and accused him of something that she didn’t know and was completely false.
He ponder the idea for a few more minutes before shrugging and answering it
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Lachlan coughed a bit as he let out a chuckled a bit and filled up another shot of vodka. “So I can only guess that you said yes right?” he said taking another shot of vodka.
Raymond let out a defeated sighed; he drank another drink of whiskey. “It was either that or get another beat down by rainbow” he let out a shudder as both the alcohol and the thoughts of getting in another fight with rainbow again. he had been in fights before but the ones back home and the others in equestria the fight with rainbow dash was actual the most brutal one he ‘ever’ been in.
another drink of whiskey later Raymond then explains the rest of his day.
“After saying yes I then learned her name is rainbow dash and we later went to meet her friend twilight.” He then laughs as his first day ended started good but the end was hilarious. “The moment twilight saw both of us looking all beat up and covered in scratches and bruises she nearly flipped. Of not me being a new species but the fact rainbow and I look like we went to war” he continued to laugh as the memory of twilight going completely nuts. Rainbow remember telling Raymond that any longer twilight would have looked like the incident a few months back when she was going nuts because she was trying to find a friendship problem to help fix and send a letter to the princess.
Raymond was indeed surprise after that short story but shrug it since rainbow explains the crisis was averted and solved.
Finishing up the third bottle Raymond continues to story of how he first came to equestria with Lachlan. He explains to him that after twilight nearly has a mental breakdown she manages to calm herself before healing their wounds. After that was done twilight and rainbow showed him around town and to their friends which Raymond had to explain it to them he wasn’t an enemy and also that he doesn’t know how he got there in the first place. Lachlan stopped his drinking and listens through as Raymond continued his tale of arrival of equestria. A few times he nods for some agreements several he raises an eyebrow from the strangeness he went through. The one part was about lyra running after him with a stick of butter and duct tape. You fill in the blanks on that story.
Lachlan shook his head to relieve of that image as already he been through enough crazy in his lifetime and that image is something he doesn’t want to go home with. Using his thumb and index he pinches the bridge of his nose trying to relieve of that image. “Alright then so with that in order how your life is hellish in equestria”
The moment Lachlan said how hellish life in equestria is for him like a wire he snaps. Letting out a low but auditable growl he turns to Lachlan and holds his hand out to count the amount of hellish things he has to do each day. “1. Probably have most of the stallion population hating me besides my friends. 2. Whatever days I do have time to myself that isn’t work related is most taken by sex. 3. I’m always taken somewhere by some horny craze mare of sorts whether by being teleported into a house, drag through an alleyway or even grabbed and taken to the clouds. 4 I keep getting skewered like an F@#ken piece of cheese in each fight I get into it or in a near life/death experience. 5. When it’s the end of the day i ‘STILL’ can’t get away from sex. And finally without a doubt when I even go to another part of equestria sex is there to follow” he quickly grabbed the fourth bottle the bar pony set beside and chugged it down. The amount of pain and pleasure all came in one big trip down memory lane and only alcohol can solve the problem. After drinking half of the bottle down in one chug he slams the bottle down and lets out a loud sigh as he lays his head on his forearm.
Lachlan managed to move away a bit before Raymond gasket blew but he still managed to hear all of what he’s saying. He understands on what Raymond goes through since he goes through the same thing since his time in equestria before he gain his powers. He knew of the pain he endured when he was force to rut mares who Raymond shouldn’t talk about pain since the mares he’s bucked were 6 feet tall and the princesses were roughly 9 to 10 feet tall giants compare to the normal ponies of equestria.
Lachlan took a few seconds before he cleared his throat.
“So to put it in terms you became equestria’s own male bi-“he was interrupted as Raymond slammed the end of the bottle breaking it.
“Finish that sentence Lachlan and I swear this bottle is going straight down your throat” Raymond said angrily as he got up from his seat, the broken bottle clutching in his hand.
Lachlan looked at the bottle before getting up his hand glowed a dark devilish color as he stared into Raymond’s eyes. “What was that asshole. Are you threatening me with that dingy weapon?” Lachlan growled as both humans stared down waiting for one another to strike first.
“I’m not into threats. So this is more of a promise” Raymond said, his hand clutched tighter on the broken bottle.
Before both could start the fight the bar pony finally stepped in a small button in his hand as he pressed down on it letting out a loud ear shattering screech. “ENOUGH BOTH OF YOU! I don’t want no fighting or threatening in my bar, either take it in the fight room over there or get the hell out” the bar pony said as he put the button in his pocket and grabbed the broken bottle and started cleaning the shards of glass from it. Dumping it in the trash he turns to see both humans already calming down and sitting back in their chairs. They gripped their heads as they let out a low groan.
“Oh man my head is already killing me. How much I drank so far and that sound was so bad” Raymond said rubbing his head with both hands. Normally he never gets into a fight drunk since he always manages to hold his liquor down but somehow after the bar pony snapped his back into reality already a massive headache came through. He also wonder on the small device the bartender had in his possession but he believe it was best to leave that out.
Lachlan was feeling the same way Raymond was. Since living in canterlot he always manages to get caught up when it comes to drinking with his lovers and mostly he could handle several drinks here and there. He never feels this horrible hangover all the sudden before and usually the hangover never ends well. He knows it all too well. The amount of alcohol and the small sound became unbearable like a dog whistle against a herd of rabbid dogs.
The bar pony finishes his cleaning up and goes through some cabinets and pulls out a few alka seltzer and a few leaves medicine and glasses of water. Dropping the medicine into the water it foams up as he gives it to the two humans. “Here this will help your hangovers”
Both Lachlan and Raymond drank the glasses and waited for the medicine to kick in. after a few minutes pass the medicine finally kicks in and they can finally breathe a sigh of relief from it.
“Man that was weird I never gain a hangover so fast.” Raymond said rubbing his head a bit.
Lachlan turned his head to the side letting out a small pop on both sides. “What was in that liquor? It had more kick then any alcohol I ever had”
The bar pony shrugs and takes the empty glasses. “well the alcohol here has 40% more kick then regular liquor but I’m not sure I don’t drink much like you too and if you wonder on the small device best not to think about it much” he chuckles.
Both man let out a small sigh in annoyance as the liquor was still in their systems even after the quick hangover. Lachlan then turns to Raymond seeing if he can get the conversation going from where it was left off. “Alright Raymond you said weird fetishes how weird are talking about?”
Raymond still trying to get his head fully cleared he proceeds through even though he would not like it. “Well during my time in ponyville I learned from three mares that one is a maschalagnia, the other a podophilia and lastly the last one is a Somnophilia” he said as the memories of those three he can’t get out of his head.
Lachlan raised an eyebrow as he stared at Raymond. He never heard of such things before even though he didn’t know much on medicine. Those words seemed alien to him which the hangover that still was there didn’t help. “What the hell is a maschaelagia, a someoamphill and a….” he stops as he tried to remember the second one. “What was it? pedophile?” He said questionably and hopefully not the right answer. He is a proud father to 5 foals and he never like ponies who are pedophiles at all. Then again so did Raymond.
Raymond shook his head. “No it’s maschalagnia, somnophilia and podophilia” he said carefully on the last one so Lachlan heard it correctly then the other two. “Which means a mare who is a maschalagnia is into armpits, the mare who is a somnophilia likes to have sex either asleep or unconscious. And finally podophilia means the mare is into feet.” He explains to Lachlan slowly.
Lachlan was now officially weird out as Raymond explained the three mare’s weird fetishes. Never had he heard or let alone knew that it was a fetish before. A mare into feet is possible but into armpits and enjoys being bucked while she’s out cold is something he never experience before. Most times when he does it with a mare they are fully awake.
“So besides having to endure those fetishes are there any stories that aren’t strange.” He said hoping Raymond got at least a story that might make up the mood and help clear his head up.
Raymond begins to think of a good story to lighten up the mood. All day he killed it with the story of his arrival and the fetishes.
After a good few minutes he smiles and looks at Lachlan.
“Oh I got a good story to help brighten up the mood. Have you ever bucked your marefriends… in a rainbow waterfall in the clouds?” Lachlan smiled as the thought sound awesome. “No but I like to try. Tell me about it”
Raymond let out a hearty laugh as he begins his story of the rainbow waterfall.
“Well it started as a regular Wednesday afternoon”
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Raymond let out a relieving sigh, his arms stretched up straight in the air as the soft breeze blew across his face. “mmmm what a lovely afternoon.” He said stretching his bones out letting them give an auditable pop before shaking them off to loosen them. Today is a peaceful day since he was on his break but best of all he didn’t had sex all day today. At least hopefully he can get through most of the day.
Taking a deep breath he begins to walk towards ponyville to a nice restaurant for his break. Work has been booming a bit but it wasn’t to the point exhaustion. Work is great because he gets along well with his bosses and with the customers since back home he never was aquainted with his boss since he was mostly in his office or sometimes he work down in another part of the station and some patients he took care off were a bit forceful or a bit impatient to move or walk. A few times he had to stop some poor soul to take it slow when they are healing. All though he went through it almost every day it wasn’t all bad at all.
He continued through ponyville to his favorite restaurant, unlike previous afternoon he also kept to the shadows a bit due to some mares have banded out and walked through the streets. He could see the lust in their eyes as he walked through and he rather spend his time getting his belly filled then being bucked out his mind. He already suffered 4 times of only bucking on his lunch break without any food in his stomach and he doesn’t want to make it 5th in a row this year.
Reaching to his favorite restaurant he manages to enter it without problem and quickly grabs a seat. Looking around to see many mares at their tables but they were too preoccupied to notice him. Taking a breath he flinches a bit as a waiter comes up to him and offers him a menu. Looking through the menu he orders his drink and continues to look through for what sounds good to eat.
As he looks through the menu he doesn’t suspect somepony of spying on him. She had a sly smile spread across her face as she just finishes her planning and now waits for the right moment. She has been planning this all month and since her friend left to take a special test she had to improvise on the plan a bit. After a few tweaks she finally got the best plan she ever could think of.
“All I need to do is wait now.” She said the sign she kept the sign hidden in the cloud she was on.
Raymond looks more before deciding on what to order for lunch. After the waiter came with his drink he proceeds to order on what to eat. Little did he know a certain mare or should he say certain griffon was outside watching him.
After a good meal and paying for it Raymond stepped out of the restaurant, he took a deep breath before exhaling and walking back to work. Looking down at his watch he smiled since his he gets a 45 minute break and only killed about 8 minutes of lunch.
“Wow the lunch was so fast I still got some time left on my break. “He said surprise.
“Good” a mare side in a seductive tone.
Raymond gulped a bit after the familiar voice. Turning his head he turns to see one of his friends and still new resident of ponyville.
Her beautiful brown fur shinned a bit as she stares at you with those beautiful but dangerous hawk eyes. Her purple eye shadow gives her a look of the wild side as she grins at you seductively.
“Uh hi Gilda um….. How are you doing today?” he slowly backtracks away as Gilda slowly fly’s towards him a bit each step he takes.
“Oh good. Sadly I actually had a bad day today” she said making a small distress look on her face and putting her claw on her forehead like rarity does. Raymond could still see the small smile she has on her face as he tried to move away from her. He didn’t have the time to rut her today. He might have a few minutes left but when it comes to her she’s goes way over board on the sex.
“Um okay how were you having a bad day?” he asked a bit nervous now since Gilda is pushing him to a wall. He knew because he could feel the shadow on top of his head.
“Well you see. I just ran out of my favorite eyeliner and sadly I don’t have enough to pay for a new supply. So… I need your help then” she smiled seductively as she lure Raymond to a wall making him press against it as she was eye level with him.
Raymond let out another gulp as Gilda was just near inches from his lips. He knew that once Gilda gets his lips it’s all over for him.
The shear taste of her lips was like all the others sweet and tasty but with a hit of spicy on it too. A taste he couldn’t resist if she kisses him. “So…. How much you need… f- for some eyeliner?"
Gilda smirks as she got her prize just where she wants him. She gave him a few blows on the face and can see him flinch a bit but can’t move because her body was pressing against his. “Well actually I was hoping you can do something for me instead.” she reaches down into his pants and gropes his member, a large smile spread across her face as he let out a small but audible groan.
Raymond quickly covered his mouth after the small groan and stared at her beautiful yellow eyes. Through his mouth he spoke. “What you mean?”
“Simple” she takes her hand off his member and grabbed his shirt. “Come with me” she said before taking flight with her prize. *several minutes later*
Raymond and Gilda both sat on top of a large cloud their bodies completely discarded of all clothing onto one the available clouds.
Their lips smash together tight as their tongues dance all around their mouths. Raymond’s member stood out from behind standing tall from between’s Gilda’s soft but firm ass. The heat from the sun beated down onto the two as their sweat mixed in together from rubbing their bodies together on top of the cloud. Gilda continued to French kiss Raymond for a few seconds before managing to stop and smile. Raymond finally let out a breath of relief as he almost couldn’t breathe because of how aggressive she can be when it comes to sex even a simple kiss can be rough with her.
Both stared into each other’s eyes for a few minutes before giving each other a quick kiss. Gilda let out a small giggled as she can feel Raymond’s sword already ready to being sheath into her marehood but she couldn’t get him too excited. Just not yet actually.
“Wow stud what have you been eating? Your member is now twice as big no maybe three times bigger than last time we bucked” she said seductively her ass puckers up a bit between his member as she pushes her butt cheeks together on it. He tried lifting her up so she can feel how big he was as well but she stops and slides back down to his stomach. She gives him a small pout and waves her winger side to side.
“Uh uh there stud don’t want you to overdo it there. Besides this is where you repay me right now.” She grips his biceps and gives them a gentle squeeze. “So relax and enjoy the nice… dip” she quickly pushed his chest back all the way through the cloud.
Raymond wasn’t fast enough to react as his whole body fell through the cloud and out from the bottom. His whole body felt weightless as he fell through. His mind went blank as his mouth couldn’t let out a scream to signal for help. Shutting his eyes tight he let his body fall to his doom but it never came to pass. He felt wet for some reason and he couldn’t breathe, a faint but loud splash sound echoed in his ear like a rock thrown into a pond. Opening his eyes he looks up into the sky to see the sun all blurry and for some reason a mixture of different color. He tried to speak but only bubbles came out instead. Shaking his head up out he finally realize what’s going on. He’s in a pond of some sorts. Let out a few more bubbles Raymond quickly got to his feet stood on the floor of the water.
The floor was soft enough to stand like standing on a cloud. “Wait a minute” as quickly as possible he jumped up and begins coughing up the water. Whipping the water out of his eyes he look around to see he was still in the sky but the sound of a running waterfall echoed in his ears. Turning around he stared completely shocked to where he was. He was still in the clouds but he was underneath the rainbow waterfall of cloudsdale. Looking down the rainbow water was stomach high and the ground he touched wasn’t even hard lie rocks or cement but felt just like a cloud. Scooping up some rainbow water he took a drink from it, instead of hot chili like what pinkie said back when she came to the rainbow factory instead tasted like the pony. Just clear clean water.
Raymond looked around for a bit before hearing laughter and quickly looked up to see a laughing griffon.
His surprise expression soon turns into an angry expression as he continued to watch Gilda laugh on top of the cloud they were on. “THAT ISN’T FUNNY GILDA! I COULD HAVE DIED!” he shouted
Gilda continued to laugh a bit more before finally she stopped and looked down at her favorite human. “Oh don’t worry I wouldn’t let that happen. Besides right now you need worry about those two down with you.” she said as she can see two shadows inside the rainbow water Raymond was in.
Raymond crossed his hands as he scrunch up at the last part. “What do you mean by tha-“he was cut off as two figures quickly submerge hooking around his shoulders as the quickly grabbed their prey before dragging him down with them.
Gilda could only smiled as within the water she can still see Raymond already sticking into one of the shadows already. As she watches the shadows going at it underwater she wonders on something. “hm maybe I should have told him that the first customers weren’t just Pegasus but also Olympic champion swimmers. “ she ponder on it before hearing a splashing sound follow with a moaning echoed. She looked down to see Raymond already working hard one of mares while he French kiss the second one.
The mare he was working on was a beautiful light green mare with a beautiful curly short white mane. Her body was lean but a bit muscular on certain parts that focus on swimming with a pair of goggles and wave lines underneath it cutiemark. The other mare he was French kissing was too green mare but a little darker the first mare with a dark blue mane and a tornado and bubbles on the side cutiemark.
She couldn’t tell who’s who actually but she read equestria’s sports magazine and knows one is named Seagulla and the other is whirl Windalla and have both won a variety of medals for equestria for a while but it was tough to know which is which since they look almost the same except they aren’t even related at all. Although she didn’t know who is actually who she did enjoy the show that Raymond was giving out. Especially when he switches both mares and even started bucking both of them at the same time.
Raymond managed to regain himself after the sudden drag and already was bucking into one of his captors. He holds her tight as he thrusted into her not even holding back on who she was. Emerging out of the water he took a deep breath of air before resuming his thrusts. The second captor came up behind him and begins assaulting his lips which he gradually accepted.
“OH YES YES BUCK US PLEASE!” the mare he was bucking screamed more as she helped Raymond with his thrusts by meeting half way. She moaned out of her mind as his member was so long and hard it literally hit the back of her womb and made an abnormal bulge in her. Even though it was rough she loved every second of it. ‘Worth 100 bits’ she said in her head as Raymond let go and switch to her partner and she took her partner’s place in the kissing.
Her partner couldn’t speak because of her voice box so she was a mute however the way Raymond was going at her was making her squeak a bit in pleasure. The other was amazed that Raymond was making her squeak a bit from bucking was indeed amazing from her book. Both mares kept at it as he managed to bring both to the edge of the waterfall. Once he was at the edge he stops and puts the second mare on top their marehoods smush together making it impossible to resist on sticking it between them.
Gilda smiled as Raymond worked on both mares enjoying both of them as much as they were. In one hand she led a medium size bag of bits while the other was the sign she made. The sign said ‘rainbow fall bucking: 10 bits a kiss, 20 bits a lick, 50 bits a blowjob and 100 bits full on bucking’. She smiled as this sign still got more work to do. “Get ready human because tonight.” She holds out an endurance potion out and gives a small shake of the condiments inside. “Because we got a long day ahead today” putting the bottle down she tears a piece of the cloud and sets the sign on top of it. Setting it out a few inches from her she soon waited for new customers. She didn’t have to wait longer as a few more Pegasus mares see the sign all pulling their purses out.
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Raymond was completely out of his mind as he switched from not just two mares but already on his 8 mare. For 4 hours straight Raymond had spent both inside and outside the rainbow waterfall. Mare after mare Raymond kept bucking into each other mare that payed. A few times he met mares that weren’t from ponyville and several times when one of the mares was finished she would leave to tell her friends of the special offer. Now Raymond was bucking a unicorn mare that heard of the special bucking underneath the rainbow. She moaned wildly as Raymond rutted her doggystyle underneath the waterfall.
“Oh dear Celestia. Why have I waited for so long for this.” She moaned as her tongue lollied from excitement.
Raymond leaned in till he was next to her ear. “That’s what I’m here for. Now relax and let me help you relieve all that tension you had built inside.” he smiled as he resumed his rhythm into her. The unicorn moaned loudly as his member poked into her womb. Keeping his rhythm into her Raymond stopped at a familiar voice.
Raymond looks to his left to see familiar bubbly smile with her beautiful crooked eyes. She wore nothing on since most mares that came up was already stripped of their clothes and set on top of a cloud Gilda had for all clothing and other personal items. Beside her was one of her friends that he recognizes to be raindrop. She was a light yellow mare with a light blue mane which surprising was styled like Derpy’s. Both mares had a smile on their faces as they let out a cute school girl giggle.
The third mare was a pony he never expected to be to come for sex. Her shyness is what keeps her from even thinking of having sex in public.
“Hi Derpy, rainbow, Fluttershy how you mares doing today?” you said trying not to sound surprise to see Fluttershy outside naked in front of you. Fluttershy already was showing her shyness the moment she heard what you were doing up in the rainbow waterfall and she couldn’t help but give it a try. Making love with the stallion she loved up underneath a water fall over a full moon sound so romantic. Grabbing her bits she came over and handed it to Gilda. Gilda cuts a lot of the pay to down to nothing since she was Raymond’s marefriend and explains that she was also calling it a day since it was getting late and most of the mares have gone home already and only one current client and two new ones that were busy getting undress. Fluttershy nods and goes over to change. That’s where she saw Derpy and Raindrop getting undress and were both getting ready to have some fun. They too explain they pay nothing since Gilda trusted both Derpy and raindrop for having sex and how here she is with them all.
Raymond smiled as all three mares look happy and ready to have some fun. With one final thrust Raymond came into the unicorn. She let out a lusty moan before slumping down and sighed in pleasure.
“That was…. Amazing thank you” she said as she took a quick break.
Raymond got up and took stretched his bones out, his pelvis was sore a bit but after a quick stretch he felt better already. the water he spent time in help make sure he didn’t get sun burn since his lungs must have developed iron all around allowing him the ability to hold his breath longer then he could since the water mares spent more time underwater then above the water.
“So lovely mares who would like to go first.” He smiled resulting a small eep from Fluttershy but another giggle from both Derpy and Raindrop.
After a few second Derpy turns to Fluttershy and beckons her to go first. Fluttershy frantically says she couldn’t but Raymond silence all of it by reaching out and grabbing both hands. She gulps a bit as she looks up into Raymond’s eyes. He smiled as he leaned down and capture her lips.
“It’s okay Fluttershy I promise to make your night magical as possible. Luna’s moon is out and the sky is peaceful.” He leans down to Fluttershy ear and whisper. “So let’s make some music together”
He slowly lead Fluttershy to the water as both raindrop and Derpy got into the water too but took the liberty of pleasuring themselves with their bodies until your done with Fluttershy. They took turns sucking each other’s breasts and marehoods while French kissing each other.
Raymond led Fluttershy over to the middle of the water, her once shyness she had for a few minutes now turn to a loving smile.
They held their smiles before diving into each other’s lips not even holding back. Fluttershy moaned as she can feel his soft hands all rubbing all over her body, his member now standing at full attention pressed against her stomach. Raymond turned Fluttershy around so he didn’t miss her loving breasts that he didn’t mess a second of playing her beautiful breasts. She bites her lip as her coltfriend gave her breast a soft and gentle squeeze from the nipple to all around the breast.
“Oh. Oh please be gentle with me” she whimpers as one of his hands sink down and begin fingering her marehood. The sudden touch made her shudder out of control and made her squirm a bit. He fingers her a bit more till she squirm enough that his member was touching the tip of her marehood. He held in place and smiled as he waited for a signal to proceed. Fluttershy let out one more shudder before nodding him to proceed. Raymond kept his smile as he slowly insert into her.
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Raymond stopped at the sudden thud sounding the bar and looked around for it. The bar pony too wonder on the sudden thud sound and looked around as well. “What was that thud sound?” they both said in confusion. They turn their attention to Lachlan.
Lachlan head was lying on top of the table his arms were on his knees. They couldn’t see his face due to his hair but somehow the can still hear some heavy breathing coming from him.
Raymond crossed arms at the rude thud since he wanted to lighten up the mood and to see Lachlan hitting his head the table and breathing heavy for some reason was mean to him. “Well that’s rude dude you didn’t have to hit your head from boredom” he said annoyed.
Lachlan didn’t lift his head but he spoke. “I wasn’t bored dude. My brain is trying to process everything that has happen to you at the rainbow waterfall.”
“Oh okay then but what was that thud sound your head” Raymond asked.
Lachlan let out a small gulp and lifts his head. He takes a deep breath as he tried to come up at least something for the thud sound. “Um….. Well for that matter it wasn’t my head or…. My limbs” he said a bit embarrassed about that last part.
Raymond looked at him and raised an eyebrow at what he said it wasn’t his head nor his limbs. ‘If it wasn’t the most obvious parts then what’ he suddenly grew wide eyed as one idea could only be the answer. He tried to stifle a laugh but he couldn’t. The room soon was filled with laughter from Raymond and surprisingly the bar pony that was on Lachlan’s side for a while now was on Raymond’s side this time.
Lachlan was now bright red from the embarrassment as the one thing he hoped that wouldn’t have been a problem. ‘Damned boner, damned Raymond and his sexy Fluttershy story. Even in his world her body is as gorgeous as nightmare moons’ he said in his head he tried to kill his boner down. After managing to kill his raging boner he looks at both the bar pony and Raymond annoyed. “So this is payback huh” he said annoyed taking another drink of vodka.
Raymond continued laughing till he slowly calmed down. Wiping the tear out of his eye he let outs a relieving sigh. “so if that gives you a boner then what would happen if I tell you the story of Fluttershy having lesbian sex with both Derpy and then raindrop next. “ he let out a chuckle but quickly stopped as his face now had a new vodka smell.
Lachlan took a few deep gulps of vodka before spitting it out. The very thought of Fluttershy having lesbian sex with full on tongue battles with two mares seemed too much for him. The very thought still lingered as he coughed up the last bit of vodka out. “Dude don’t kill me with stories with Fluttershy in them” he said. He cared about Fluttershy a lot and always enjoys having sex with her when they have the time. He remembers every sex moment they had together but when sex stories involving Fluttershy in it was too much for him.
“I promise if you promise not to use my face as a new spit target” Raymond said annoyed.
Lachlan looked and Raymond and covered his mouth. He could see the vodka sliding down his face as an annoyed look plaster on his face. “Oh shit…. I’m so sorry” he said
Raymond waved his hand to Lachlan. “It’s alright just…. Hand me a towel.” He asked.
The bar pony went through the cabinets and pulled out a clean towel. Handing the towel to Raymond he thanks him for it as he wiped the vodka off his face.
Rubbing the alcohol off both Raymond and Lachlan had something that caught their attention. The sound of the front bar door opening and the sight of another human coming in.
Vincent Rourke entered through the front door and sat down at the bar with a few other guys. He didn’t recognize the two: one was dressed in the clothes of royalty and the other wore a white collared shirt with the spa logo on the left bicep and light blue pants. He also wears a black leather watch on his right hand wears a cross and a set of dogtags around his neck.
Vincent was wearing a set of MULTICAM pants, an olive drab tactical shirt with the sleeves rolled up with an American Flag and the legendary Special Forces patch on his right shoulder and a patch of a skull with the numbers 524 was on his left. A tan Special Forces plate carrier with two name tapes on the front that reads TALON and one that reads SECURITY. Under the tapes was a holster for his pistol: a FN Tac 45 on his stomach area and a sheath that held a CRKT FE9 knife. A coyote tan and black shemagh was tied around his neck and an olive operator hat with Bravo Headset and a Wiley X Spear Tactical Ballistic Goggles rested on to of his hat. A set of with two patches: An American flag on the front and one of the Wonderbolt's logo on the back. A Magpul ACR was slug to his side. A holographic sight, foregrip and PEQ15 laser designator was mounted on the weapon’s quad rail systems.
As he took his seat, the bartender spoke up.
"What’ll ya have?" he asked.
"Just a Corona please," Vincent said.
The bar pony checked his stock, before pulling out the bottle and sticking a lime slice in the hole.
"The cooler’s busted so it’s not going to be cold, is that okay?"
The man thought for a moment, "Eh, sure."
The bartender got out a small bucket and poured some ice in it before putting the bottle in.
"Rough day, huh?" asked the barkeep.
"You could say that," Vincent sighed as he took his hat off and set it on the counter while rubbing his short beard.
"I'm just glad I found someplace quiet," Lachlan said.
The bar pony seemed a bit irritated. "Hey, hey, hey! If you start saying that, people will be flooding in here faster than you can say-"
"Work, damn it!" a voice yelled in frustration.
The four turned their heads to see a young man in a set of ACUs over by the jukebox in the corner that had somehow snuck in without them noticing. A 5 foot 10 guy with a muscular build with light tan skin, hazel eyes, short cut black head of hair and a tattoo on his inner forearm that read Sua Sponte; was trying to get the machine to play.
"Hey there, kid," said Vincent "What’s your name?"
"Don’t call me kid," He turned to the bar pony, "How in the name of all things good and holy does this thing work?" "Sorry, that thing's been broken for almost a week now."
The young man sighed and took up his weapon, a SCAR L assault rifle.
"Great. That's two bits I'll never get back."
"Tell you what: your first drink's on the house."
The young man seemed a bit happier now.
"Can you get me a Bug Light Lime?"
"Sure thing, boy," replied the bartender.
"Don’t call me boy," he replied, walking up to the table, "Just call me Jensen."
"Okay then, Mr. Jensen."
"You don’t have to call me Mr. either; I’m only 19," he joked.
"You got it boss," the barkeep said as he went to fetch the cider.
“I didn’t even see you come in. How long have you been here?” asked the man in the white shirt.
“I came on when you and Mr. Royalty here,” he gestured at the man in the royal garbs, “were talking. I didn’t want to interrupt, so I preoccupied myself with the jukebox over there,” the young man explained.
"So," Jensen turned to the three humans, "What’s your names?"
"Lachlan Goudie, herds mate to the Royal Sisters and inventor of the I-Pony"
"Raymond Phoenix, massage therapist for the Ponyville Day Spa."
"Vincent Rourke, Former US Army Special Forces, currently head of security for the Wonderbolts. Nice to meet you... Jensen, was it?"
"Private First Class Jensen Mastiff. Former 75th Rangers, currently a part time farmhand at Sweet Apple Acres and an EMT with Ponyville General Hospital. Nice to meet you, sir," he said as he wentto stand and salute before Vincent stopped him.
"There’s no need for that. We’re off duty. Besides, I never cared for that formality stuff,"Vincent sighed.
Jensen sat down with the other men, "Green Berets huh? What did you do for them?"
"Detachment Officer for ODA 524, what about you?" Vincent asked with genuine interest.
"I was a medic," said Jensen, "Bravo Company, 2nd Platoon, Raider Squad."
"Ah, the Rangers, I remember working with them on a few occasions," Vincent sighed.
Jensen smiled a bit, "Mind if I sit with y’all?"
"No problem," The three agreed as Vincent pulled out a chair and Jensen sat down with his new friends, just as the bartender was finished making his drink.
"That was quick," noted Jensen
"You got lucky. Usually this place is more crowded," replied Raymond.
The humans drank together in silence; each one thinking on something to say.
"Anyone got some stories?" the man on the opposite side of Lachlan asked.
"I got a few," Lachlan said.
"I got one," said Ray.
"Same here," Jensen said.
"I don’t think you want to hear mine," Vincent muttered as he took a swig of his beer.
"Can’t be as bad as some of ours," Lachlan challenged.
"You wanna bet kid?" hissed Vincent.
"Bring it," the man said with a smirk.
"Don’t say I didn’t warn you," Vincent grumbled as he took another swig.
As he set his bottle down, he began his tale.
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I woke up to the sound of crunching leaves and snapping sticks. Sitting up slowly in my tree, I raised my rifle and peered over the edge of the platform. I watched for any signs of movement but didn't see anything. Once I brought myself back away from the edge I heard the sounds again. I looked once more and still didn't see anything. I sighed in irritation and brought my head back once more.
I flipped down my NVGs and zoomed in on the source of the disturbance.
I scanned the area for 30 minutes, looking for the culprit only to find nothing disturbed or out of the ordinary.
I felt the hair on the back of my neck raise as my right hand started twitch, my natural "early warning" that something isn’t right. I focused on a spot in a brush about 100 meters away from me. Staring intently at the spot, I noticed two things were wrong. First, I don't remember that brush being so thick. Second, there were two golden eyes staring at me. I don’t know how I couldn't see them; they glowed like a lantern.
I raised my weapon to the spot...
"Come out with slowly, with your hands up! I WILL fire on you if you do not cooperate!" I bellowed out in an authoritative tone. I racked my rifle and aimed right between the pair of eyes. My rifle, already being loaded, kicked out live a live round and chambered a new one...
I watched as the figure stood still in the brush. A minute went by and the figure never moved.
"Last chance! If you don't show yourself I WILL fire on you!" I shouted out once more. I waited a few seconds before steading my aim and slowing my breathing.
I fired a single shot
… Then all hell broke loose.
2 Months Ago
Captain Vincent "Talon" Rourke of the United States Army Special Forces sat in the passenger seat of the Ground Mobility Vehicle, communicating with the other two vehicles in his convoy. The desert landscape reached endlessly out through the vehicle’s sand caked armored window as they move swiftly on a bare open road in the middle of, what the team had so classy dubbed, Butt-Fuck, Afghanistan.
He looks back at his team, ODA 524, to see his fellow operators: Engineer and Communications operator Sergeant Bryce "Rabbit" Mays, manning the turret up above. Sitting next to the Green Beret, is Weapons Sergeant, Staff Sergeant Lloyd "Silk" Ramirez, providing left flank security with his M249 SAW. Beside him is the team Sergeant, Master Sergeant Tristan "Flea" Ramos covering the right flank with his HK416. Behind the wheel is Warrant Officer Desmond "Remix" Rosin. Everything feels silent, too silent. Even to the Green Berets, their guts tell them there is something off. This is hostile territory. And they know they will be ambushed soon.
"Solid copy Strider, Talon out," Vincent finishes speaking to the rear vehicle, and sets the remote back on the radio.
At 30, Vincent is the team leader for 524. He is a Vietnamese American with spiky black hair and matching, closely cut beard with sharp, intelligent green eyes. He wore a tan tactical shirt, a set of ACU pants, Oakley sunshades, a shemagh tied around his neck, and a Bravo Tactical Radio Headset SEL around his head. Armed with his Magpul ACR Custom held between his legs, a FN Tac 45 in his holster, and a CRKT FE9 Combat Knife held in its sheath strapped to his chest, he was ready for just about anything.
"Talon, this is Big Shot, What’s the ETA to the village? Over," the lead vehicle radioed.
Just before Vincent could say anything, a deafening boom strikes as the lead vehicle about ten meters in front of Vincent’s truck. The road lifts upward from below the Humvee in front of them in a tremendous explosion.
"Shit!" Remix slams on the breaks, but they are soon caught in the blast’s shockwave and intense pressure and heat. Plumes of dust and smoke surround all around them as the lead truck disappears in the plume of smoke and Vincent is shoved back from an invisible force, nearly knocking him out.
"IED! IED!" shouted Silk.
"Back up! Get the fuck back!" ordered Vincent.
In a moment’s flash, Vincent sees the damage that has been done after one of the most frightening events he had ever seen. The hole is a meter deep, and five meters wide. A 155 artillery shell, probably timed, or phone detonated under the lead vehicle. The soldier turn to what remains of the Humvee; only the rear half is still intact, while the rest is completely obliterated. There is no sign of his men within or around the area.
Just as Remix put the vehicle in reverse, a white contrail of a RPG was seen streaking to the rear vehicle.
The rocket impacted the right side of the third vehicle, sending shrapnel and limbs out the other side.
In less than five minutes, ODA 524 was reduced from fifteen operators to five.
"DISMOUNT! EVERYONE GET THE FUCK OUT!" screamed Remix.
The team dismounted the truck and provided 360 degree security around the GMV while Rabbit stayed on the turret.
"Silk, Rabbit and Flea, I want suppressive fire on that dune to the east! Remix, we’re moving back to the drainage ditch on the left of the road. Once there, we’ll cover the three as y’all come to us!" Vincent ordered.
"Roger that sir!" Remix replied as he checked his HK417.
Vincent and Remix opened up as Flea and Silk sprinted to their position. However, Rabbit still stayed on the turret.
"Rabbit, get do-", Flea’s sentence was cut short as the crack of a Dragonov sniper rifle sounded off.
Rabbit’s head was jerked back and fell from the .50 cal machine gun as the 7.62 bullet nailed him in the throat.
The team was mortified as their youngest man was cut down before them.
"They got Bryce…" said Silk.
"Fuck!" screamed Remix.
"Remix get on the horn! Radio command for reinforcements," ordered Vincent as he reloaded. "Roger!"
"Flea, Silk, I need you two to secure the house to our 6 o’clock. Everything in that bitch is cleared hostile."
Remix was on his radio, calling the company commander, Colonel Stephen "Godfather" Marks.
"Godfather, this is Remix of ODA 524! Do you read me!?"
"GODFATHER!! THIS IS REMIX!!!"
No response was made as the soldier manning the radio threw the mic down in frustration. Bullets were flying from almost every direction.
"I can't raise command. We're in our own boys!" yelled Remix as he shouldered his weapon.
"Fuck!" screamed Vincent as he and Remix covered Flea and Silk.
The two Green Berets sprinted to the house about 50 meters away from the ditch as bullets kicked up the sand around their boots. A few seconds later, the two kicked down the door and started to search the house.
Flea and Silk cleared the entire two story house in about five minutes. Once they were done, they radioed Vincent and Remix to come to them while they lay down suppressive fire.
Vincent and Remix sprinted through the open door and took positions in the windows. Although he was the oldest of the group, Vincent could still keep up and fight with the younger men of his team.
"Remix, I want you to take out anything out there! Flea, Silk, take out those-", Vincent suddenly stopped talking when a shrill scream rang out above them. His blood ran cold and he kept his face as stern as possible, trying not to give away his concern, hoping against hope that the scream hadn’t come from Flea or Silk. He stopped himself from glancing up. His squad needed him to keep shooting.
The captain felt a dull thud across his back. Something heavy had landed on him, and it felt warm. Shuddering, he took his eyes off the desert landscape for a moment and shot a glance back at the weight. He joined his battle buddy as they shrieked in terror at the dead body that had fallen on top of him. It was the lifeless body of Flea, A large bullet hole in his stomach tore a portion of his intestines out and multiple holes were in his chest and face.
Another good man… Vincent thought sadly.
Vincent felt bile rise up in his throat as he fought to keep himself together. Remix groaned in despair as he tore his gaze away from those lifeless eyes and back to the battlefield. Both operators felt physically sick with Flea’s corpse in the room. The putrid smell and the deadweight of the body were nightmarish. There was nothing they could do though. Telling himself that he couldn’t afford to get distracted, he tried to focus on the job at hand. It was impossible for him to shake the image though. This terrible thing could just as easily have happened to Remix, Silk or himself. Feeling the gun’s recoil cease, he was relieved that he had an excuse to stop shooting. He was suddenly feeling absolutely exhausted.
Then a though flashed through his mind.
"Silk! Where are you!?" Vincent screamed.
"It’s just us sir!" cried Remix as he reloaded his rifle. The 7.62mm full metal jacket finding its next victim with deadly results.
"I’m reloading!" Remix cried.
Suddenly, that crack of the Dragonov reverberated across the area again as a round impacted the wall to Remix’s right.
"Burn that motherfucker man!" screamed Vincent.
It didn’t take Remix long to locate the sniper drop him like a sack of potatoes. Vincent looks back over to Remix to see him staring back at me with a smug grin on his face.
"Good kill Rem. Now all we have to do is-", No sooner had Vincent said this when all of a sudden, the scope to his rifle shattered: everything seemed to slow down as he saw Remix fall back away from the table.
Vincent sat there frozen where he was looking at his assistant team leader, hoping that he will just sit back up laughing like nothing happened, but nothing happened. Slowly he inched his way to him, making sure that he stayed out of windows. His blood turned to ice as he was able to see that right where Remix’s right eye should be was a dark hole with blood flowing out.
Looking back over to his rifle, he can see that the sniper round, which due to the extra glass added to the inside of the scope for a better magnification, had busted out the top side of the scope and would have only given Remix a black eye, but only if he was looking through the scope at the time but he wasn’t. Instead because he had taken his head away from the scope to look over at Vincent, was the only reason he was now lying here with his lifeless eye looking back at him.
Vincent snapped. He was no longer the professional, high speed low drag operator that he once was. His sanity shattered as he witnessed the last member of his team had his life suddenly extinguished before his eyes.
"Alright then… If this’s how it ends, might as well go out with a bang!" he raged as he slung up his rifle and took Remix’s side arm, a 9×19mm Parabellum Glock 32. With both pistols out, he primes a stack of C4 plastic explosive before slinging it in his Mayflower vest’s built in backpack.
Vincent took up his weapons and charged out of the house while duel wielding the pistols.
The first insurgent, who was about 5 meters away didn’t expect his adversary to charge out of the house. A look of surprise crossed his face before fear took over as he saw the crazed look in his eyes.
The terrorist tried to raise his battered AK-47 but was thrown down as two .45 caliber rounds struck in his chest.
Vincent ran from the house back to the main road. Along the way, he had eliminated several terrorists who had tried to stop him. Z-ZIP! THUNK-CRACK!
"UNG! GODDAMNIT!" Vincent roared in pain as a couple of rounds struck his vest. It didn't penetrate, the armor did its job, but it felt like a couple ribs had broken. All the while he kept going. He reached the burned out trucks and his fallen teammates before taking cover.
The insurgents were closing in fast and Vincent wasn't going to let them take him alive. He had seen what they had done to other service personal and contractors: Executing them by decapitation while videotaping it and posting it on the Jihadist website. The insurgents were very close now, bullets biting the dirt all around. He looked up and sees the beautiful blue skies above him.
He always knew of the occupational hazards of his job. But he never thought of going out like this. He would be leaving his parents and his friends behind. Vincent’s mother always wanted a daughter while his father wanted a son. It looks like he would have to skip out on that promise.
He jumped out and ran to a nearby crop of boulders. The pistols still had a little over half of their full clips left.
Good enough, he thought.
He set up and started firing, drawing the attackers' attention to him as he started cutting them down.
He continued to fire as the rocks around him were being chipped away. Then his weapons clicked empty. He started to reload, loading his Tac 45 and taking a few pot shots to keep their heads down.
As he finished reloading the Glock, a thought ran through his head:
So this is how it's gonna end, huh? Hell of a way to break up the band.
He hated doing this to his family, hell, they were the ones who encouraged him to earn the Green Beret and supported him every step of the way. But someone had to do it. Might as well be him.
He resumed sending back his regards to the wave of assholes that thought they were going to stop them from taking out a few more of their brothers. He continued this for another two seconds until a stray round slammed into his left shoulder.
"Shit…" he swore, picking his sidearm back up with his right hand and trying to reload it. He started to move back as he was struck again in his right thigh, the bullet passing through the meat thankfully, but still sending searing pain rocketing to his brain. The tangos were getting closer, though they didn't seem to be trying to kill him as much as before. They wanted another prisoner.
Fuck that shit, he thought. He fired all his .45 caliber rounds at anyone he could see. Last clip, better make it count.
As he slid the last of his clips home, he saw a flash and heard a loud snap, it felt like a large amount of electricity had ran through him. He shook it off and started firing again, this time receiving another round to his front right chest, knocking the wind out of him. He struggled through the pain, firing until the slide stayed locked back.
The rest of the insurgents were only a few yards away now. He brought up his rifle only to see that one of the rounds that had struck him in the back earlier had punched through the magazine.
He had five full ones on him still, none for the Glock, and several more for the FN but there was no time to reload without getting a bullet to the head. They were here. Chanting and screaming in victory, even though he had almost single handedly taken out half their force.
One man broke through the crowd, a slightly newer AK-74U slung over his shoulder. He still had his shemagh on. He started speaking in Pashto to everyone else, eliciting another cry of victory from the group.
Vincent started feeling another tingling sensation, like electricity, coming stronger now.
I’ll be damned if the fuckers are gonna take me back, he thought, reaching for the detonator for the eight pounds of C4 strapped in his rucksack. He slowly retrieved it without the group of hostiles noticing.
The man then turned to him and lifted him off the ground, screaming Pashto into Vincent’s face. He spoke the language fluently thanks to the language training he received.
"سوف تدفع لجرائمكم الكافر"
YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR CRIMES INFIDEL!
Vincent just grinned and replied in the speaker's native language.
"أراك في الجحيم موظر."
See you in hell motherfucker…
He then held up the detonator and squeezed the trigger. The last things he remembered were the priceless look on that asshole's face, a sharp shock -as if he had been struck by lightning- then darkness.
Everfree Forrest, Equestria
Slowly, ever so slowly, Vincent started to come to. At first, he couldn't process any thoughts, but then recent events started to present themselves.
I should’ve died.
He did die for a second, on his way to the afterlife. But then he began to feel a tingling, the sensations of his limbs returning as his body re-materialized. First, a bit of cold, the smell of must and the hard feeling of a packed dirt floor; then pain, overwhelming pain. It began in his left shoulder, traveling to his chest and ribs before ending with the rest of his body. It like he had been ran over by a semi-truck.
This doesn't make any sense; I should’ve been dust in the Afghan desert. Why am alive? he thought.
He slowly opened his eyes to cautiously and inconspicuously get an idea of his surroundings. The thing he noticed at once and with dismay,
I'm in a forest?
As he took in his situation he noticed quite oddly that there's no one here.
He looked farther up and saw that he was indeed in the middle of a clearing in the before mentioned forest. The opening was large enough to allow shards of the soft lights of dawn to faintly through the cracks between the forest canopy. In fact, it seemed as if there had never been another living thing in there for quite some time.
Well, now is a good time as any for a sitrep.
Gingerly, he sat up and checked himself over. Aside from the previously mentioned injuries, he seemed to be alright and the rest of the pain was fading. He felt for his rucksack on his back and noticed something odd. It felt as if it had been blown out away from him.
He took it off to inspect it visibly and sure enough, the large front pockets looked like something had exploded out of them. The rest of it seemed largely unscathed.
Now this makes absolutely no sense. It looks like the C4 detonated, but if it had then the rest of my rucksack wouldn't be intact. Even I shouldn't even exist right now, he pondered.
He started searching through the intact compartments, finding various items still where he put them, such as; some rations, battle dressings along with a small first aid kit, a small short wave radio, a few maintenance tools for his weapons, some batteries of various sizes, a lighter and even some spare ammunition for his sidearm and rifle and a few Claymore mines. The most exciting discovery was that his small iPod was still in the back pouch. Vincent liked to use it on long overwatch missions and also for the rides back to base after completing them. The music helped to calm him down or he'd get the shakes sometimes. Even the small fold-out solar panel was there. He could use it to re-charge his iPod and also the batteries for his radio. He then checked his tac vest and found his weapons and ammo still attached, his pistol lying beside him. The tactical combat knife he always wore was still in its sheath on his shoulder, along with the survival knife in the rucksack. His radio was still around his head, seemingly whole and undamaged. He quickly ejected the empty from his pistol and the damaged mag from his rifle, replacing them with fresh ones and storing the old ones in his sack.
After doing so, he broke out the first aid supplies and quickly patched up his shoulder and leg. It seemed that the bullet had thankfully passed through and had not hit anything important. He was very fortunate the bullet hadn't somehow shattered any bones during its passage. It would be painful for a while, but he could bear it. His ribs appeared to only be fractured in a couple places, but not entirely broken. He wrapped a few bandages around his torso before placing his black tactical shirt back on.
He was about to get up and leave, a loud roar filled the clearing that kept him rooted to his spot. Several deep shadows filled the edges of the clearing, their piercing red eyes glowing in the middle of the nothingness around me. Vincent’s breathing becomes ragged as he aimed his rifle at the noise. The snap of dry sticks echoed in his ears as a large lion/scorpion/bat hybrid stalked into his view.
What the fuck? He thought to himself in fear as he took its appearance. The thing circled him, one eyeing him up threateningly as it growled. He saw it bend down into a pouncing stance.
Breath. Remember your training…
He calmed down as he readied his weapon.
All of a sudden, the beast leapt forward as he dived to the right, the thing missing him by inches as it ripped the top half of the large tree apart. That did it for him as Vincent screamed in rage and started emptying the rifle mag into the thing.
The beast roared in pain and fury as round after round tore into its face and chest. The 5.56 round effective against the thing as Vincent only used about half of his thirty round clip.
The monstrosity fell in a heap of blood and meat as Vincent casually kicked the body to make sure it’s dead.
"Well that was easy," he muttered to himself.
Just as he said that, a loud roar followed by a series of howls rang thought the forest. Oh shit…
30 Minutes Later
Dark outlines of trees zipped past Vincent as he ran away from the wooden wolves and the lion hybrid. He remembered his survival training from SERE School. He used only the dim moonlight for guidance as he tried to shake the beasts. The creatures took their time following him, almost as if they were merely toying with him as Vincent sidestepped every tree and jumped every ditch as he ran through the foliage.
Loud, whistling howls exploded from the dense trees behind him as the pack jumped onto a pair of trees, sending splinters everywhere. Vincent grunted he stumbled a little before regaining his footing.
The ruins of an ancient castle came into view as redoubling kicked it into overdrive. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he sprinted towards the castle.
As the castle became closer, he noticed a rickety old bridge as an idea came to mind. Reaching the bridge, he tore across it with the monsters about 150 meters behind him.
As he reached the end of the bridge, he spun back around and dropped to one knee before setting the fire mode to ‘semi’ as he started to pick off targets one by one. Feeling the familiar kick into his shoulder caused by the single shot, he opened up, soon emptying the contents of the half empty clip and one full clip he was using. With every shot he vented a little more pain and anger.
He finally ran out of ammo. All around the entrance to the bridge was where the bodies of the wolves littered the ground. Tears welled up in his eyes as the memory of his fallen brethren resurfaced.
Vincent felt sick to his stomach as he reflected on the violence he had just committed and the state of how his men died caused him to vomit. He gasped for air as more roars resonated through the forest. He reached into his backpack and pulled out one of the three Claymore mines that he packed for situation like this one. With the mine planted, he wired it to detonate on a trip wire before he collapsed onto his back. He breathed deeply as he tried to process what had happened in the last twenty four hours. The ambush, the deaths of his team, his final charge at the insurgents, his ‘death’, waking up in this new world; it didn’t make sense.
Closing his eyes briefly, he shivering as the adrenaline in my body started to wear off, reminding him that he was both lightly dressed (he was geared for the desert, not the forest) and still injured in a somewhat cold forest in the middle of nowhere. Gingerly, he rose to his feet again, as his legs shook as the pain began to tighten his muscles.
Looking back at the castle, he sighed and started making his way towards it, hoping that he could find warmth in a room or even find a few old blankets. The sight of it slightly unnerved him the closer he got, the building radiating a rather intimidating air about it.
"So that’s how you got here…" said Lachlan his head bowed. In shame for making Vincent bring up something like that from his past.
"Yeah… It wasn’t pretty," Vincent sighed as he finished his Corona and signaled for another.
Looking over to Jensen, he saw that the young Private had a 1,000 yard stare on his face. Something that Vincent knew too well. "Hey now, you actually did me a favor," Vincent said with a sad smile.
Lachlan gave him a confused look.
"I never told anyone my story except for my marefriend," he explained.
It was mid-afternoon on the twenty seventh day that things changed for me. I was able to map out a fairly decent area of land around the castle, despite being the wildlife encounters and such.
Within the first few days, I had begun to build up the ruined castle to be more hospitable and made improvised camouflage by painting my face and rolling in the mud.
Within that week, I had started to go on the hunt for animals and edible plants. I need to save my ammo since I have no way of replenishing them, which is why I mainly used a series of simple traps, a crude bow and arrow and my knife.
Yesterday I had started to take pack my things. I had to find civilization. Although SERE had taught me how to survive, I couldn’t live out here forever.
I packed up my equipment and the Claymore mine I had set up at the end of the bridge, thanking God that nothing had tried to get to me thus far. Slinging my backpack on, I take one last look around the castle before heading out.
"Alright, this should be good." Vincent said to himself as he stared at the large oak tree in front of him. Looking at its branches he noticed how easy it would be to make a platform to sleep on.
"Alright then, Time to go to work," He said with a wince.
Tonight would suck...
Vincent grabbed hold of some gnarled nubs on the trunk and started climbing. He'd never been much of a climber but the way this tree was set up, he looked like a pro.
Once at the branches were set, he worked his way over and sat down before carefully sliding his pack off. He dug through some of the pockets until he found some rope. It wasn't nearly enough but it was something. He looked around for anything to make it longer until he saw some vines a few branches up. He put his pack back on and tied the rope around his soon to be platform and climbed.
It wasn't particularly hard but it was a bit of a pain. His pack kept getting stuck on the way up and the rifle threatened to fall multiple times, but he kept climbing. He reached the vines and brought out his knife. He cut a large section of them before giving them a yank. They fell down to him easily and landed in a heap on his legs. He then grabbed one of the vines by two points and pulled, trying to break it, but he was quite happy when it didn't. Gathering them up, he climbed back down until he got to his rope.
Tying the vines to the end of the rope, Vincent threw it down to his little nest. He waited a few minutes before hearing the sound of something walking through brush. He picked up his rifle and aimed at the source of the sound. He nearly fell out of the tree when he saw one of those wolf things looking around the area. He looked to the front of the rifle and checked the suppressor on it. Giving a satisfied smirk, he lined up the sights and slowed his breathing. He lined up the sights and shot a bullet straight at the wolf’s head. A satisfying crack of the impact and the wolf fell to the side. He scanned for more targets. No even a few seconds later, another wolf trotted up to the dead one. Taking the opening, Vincent shot once more and hit the wolf squarely in the chest. He watched it stumble backwards and threaten to howl until he shot clean through the side of its head twice.
"He ain't going' nowhere now," I said to myself with a chuckle.
"This is actually pretty nice," Vincent said as he lay down and tried to get comfortable. Heset an alarm on his watch and fell sleep. Nightfall
I woke up to the sound of crunching leaves and snapping sticks. Sitting up slowly in my tree, I raised my rifle and peered over the edge of the platform. I watched for any signs of movement but didn't see anything. Once I brought myself back away from the edge I heard the sounds again. I looked once more and still didn't see anything. I sighed in irritation and brought my head back once more. I flipped down my NVGs and zoomed in on the source of the disturbance.
I scanned the area for 30 minutes, looking for the culprit only to find nothing disturbed or out of the ordinary.
I felt the hair on the back of my neck raise as my right hand started twitch, my natural "early warning" was hinting that something isn’t right. I focused on a spot in a brush about 100 meters away from me. Staring intently at the spot, I noticed two things were wrong.
First, I don't remember that brush being so thick. Second, there were two golden eyes staring at me. I don’t know how I couldn't see them; they glowed like a lantern.
I raised my weapon to the spot.
"Come out with slowly, with your hands up! I WILL fire on you if you do not cooperate!" I bellowed out in an authoritative tone. I racked my rifle and aimed right between the pair of eyes. My rifle, already being loaded, kicked out live a live round and chambered a new one...
I watched as the figure stood still in the brush. A minute went by and the figure never moved.
"Last chance! If you don't show yourself I WILL fire on you!" I shouted out once more. I waited a few seconds before steading my aim and slowing my breathing.
I adjusted my aim and fired a single shot just to the right of the eyes. Then a feminine voice screamed.
I was wandering the Everfree for four days now… or was it five? A week?
I don’t know other than I had crash-landed in the middle of the accursed forest with broken wings and a sprained ankle. Night had fallen as I took yet another turn in the forest when it erupted in a deafening staccato of thunderclaps. I dropped to the ground and flattened my ears as the thunder kept coming. After a few seconds the noise ended. My head throbbed as I stood and I staggered to the side. I had a deafening ringing going throughout my ears and that was throwing my balance off. Shaking my head, I tried to walk straight.
C’mon Spits, you've taken worse…
I looked down the path and ran the way the sound came from. It was hard to tell exactly but I got a rough estimate. After a few minutes I came across a large oak tree, little yellow objects on the ground, and a destroyed patch of brush with something solid and red in it. I looked around once more before I heard a voice I wasn't expecting.
"On the ground! I WILL fire on you if you do not comply!" a voice shouted from...Above me? I looked up and saw a…thing aiming a weapon over the edge of a platform made of tree branches. I would have yelled something at the thing but my thoughts were interrupted. The ground exploded to my right along with another, even louder thunderclap. I fell to the ground, the pain flaring in my ears. I heard the sounds of movement. It sounded like I was trying to listen through water. The ringing returned stronger than ever.
I felt something roll me over and when I opened my eyes I saw the thing looking at me. I saw him (I’m guessing, he looked masculine enough) mouthing something but I couldn't hear it. The sound of water had since been replaced with nothing at all. I pawed at my ears but found that it did nothing. I felt him run a finger through my ear and when he pulled it out it was covered in a red liquid.
My face fell when I realized what that liquid was...Blood. I started freaking out only to have the thing force me down. I saw him reach into his back and produce a cotton wad and stuck it in my ear. I tried to attack him, only to get pinned by this thing as he continues to work on my damaged ears.
Be for long, I felt him rise off of me before helping me up of me. I watched him turn to me mouthing, 'I'm sorry', over enunciating the words so I'd understand.
I shot him an angry glare as he helped me up before staring at me. I guess he never saw anything like me before the dizziness caused me to pass out.
I saw that the golden object was, a golden, 5'5 Pegasus in a blue uniform. But what really startled me was that it looked somewhat human.
"Shit…" I muttered as I cautiously picked the thing up in a fireman carry. With the bloody ear, I can safely assume that it had a perforated eardrum.
The temperature was dropping fast, and I had no way of carrying the pegasus up the tree. Scanning around, I noticed a cave; about 300 meters away from us.
I started to march over to the cave. About five minutes later, I had laid her on the ground and put his ear to her chest.
"Good, she’s just passed out," I placed a hand on the mare’s forehead and stroked it comfortingly. About twenty minutes in, I got up and set her head down on my vest to use as a makeshift pillow.
"Alright then; looks like I’m not sleeping," I pick up my rifle before heading out to the cave entrance. Stealing a look back, I saw that it was sleeping soundly before setting up a defensive position at the mouth of the cave.
5 Hours Later
Vincent was still in his overwatch position when Spitfire awoke.
Guh, My head... she groaned mentally.
The golden mares eyes fluttered open and saw the cave walls. She was confused until the memories of the thing making her deaf resurfaced.
"What the?" She whispered as she looked around.
The mare slowly sat up as she kept her eyes on the alien before her. Her ears were mostly healed despite a subtle ringing in the ears.
As she crept closer to the thing, she readied herself to strike.
"Don't do that," the thing said.
Spitfire jumped and attacked the thing as it rolled on its back.
She tried to pummel the thing that abducted her, but was stopped as the thing caught her and put her in a triangle choke and rolling her over to the ground.
Calm down. I'm not gonna hurt you," the alien said as he loosened his hold on the mare and looked down at her. Vincent
"Calm down. I'm not gonna hurt you," Vincent said as he loosened his hold on the mare and looked down at her.
"I said I wasn't going to hurt you," Vincent repeated, "Now what exactly are you?"
"A p-pony, a pegasus more specifically," the mare said.
"Okay, next question: What is your name?" Vincent asked as he slowly let the mare up while keeping his rifle at a low-ready stance.
"S-spitfire. Captain of the Wonderbolts," she stammered.
"Alright... Spitfire. I have one more question. And this one is the most important one: where are we?"
"The Everfree Forrest, Equestria."
Vincent lowered his weapon.
Equestria? Where the hell is that?
"Who and what are you?" Spitfire asked, her nerviouness replaced by curiousity.
"I won't tell you my real name, but you can call me Talon. I'm also what you would call a human," Vincent said as he offered her water from his canteen.
Spitfire graciously accepted the water. Taking a mouthful before returing it to Vincent.
"Why can't you tell me your real name?" she questioned.
"The nature of my occupation demands secrecy. I can tell you that I am a part of my nation's military, and a special forces soldier on top of that," Vincent explained.
"You’re military? The Wonderbolts are the top flying demonstration group in the Equestrian military," she beamed with pride.
Vincent pondered this. She probably knew how to handle herself in events like this and knew how to reach civilization. That, and she could prove useful in getting the locals to accept him.
"Alright, Spitfire. Here's the plan, you get me to the nearest town and I'll make sure you get there in one piece. Deal?" Vincent held his hand out.
Spitfire thought for a few seconds before making up her mind. "Deal."
And with that, the two headed out.
They were still walking, the pegasus having to speed limp to match Vincent's forced march pace. The two had hardly spoken to each other in that time and although this wasn’t exactly a new thing to Vincent, who was used to spending most of his time maintaining noise discipline; the silence was a bit unnatural. Though, the silence had given him time to think about his situation; either he had died and is sent to Purgatory and is dreaming of ponies; or he had actually hopped dimensions to a land called ‘Equestria.’ Either way, he decided it was best to swallow his original fear and adapt, just until he could get home. Maybe the shrinks would put it down to ‘fatigue’ and he’d finally be granted more than a week’s leave? He could actually go visit his parents for more than a few days. Maybe go hiking like they used to when he was a kid. Or, he thought again, this was real and for some reason he naturally felt comfortable around the one thing he'd met so far. Though he wasn’t exactly able to rationalize his feelings, other than that she seemed… ‘Human,’ for a pony that is…
He could tell however that his ‘friend’ (using the term lightly, as he still wasn’t sure if she’d forgiven him for nearly blowing her head off and strangling her or not) was simply buzzing with questions. Casually glancing back he noted the pony suddenly avert her eyes again, this time she’d been staring at the pistol holstered on his hip.
“Ok,” Vincent said, veering off the path towards a small rock that looked relatively comfy. “Two things: one, I think it’s time we took a quick water break. Two; just freaking ask me what’s on your mind will you?” As he said this, he dropped his pack and leaned the ACR against it.
“Let’s start with this thing,” he unclipped the holster, and drew his pistol. Spitfire simply looked at him.
“I saw you eyeing it earlier… I suppose you want to know what it is?”
“Well, it’s some sort of weapon isn’t it?” Spits cocked her head and added; “it’s not like any of the weapons I’ve ever seen…”
“Some sort is an understatement… Would you like me to show you?”
The mare involuntarily backed away, a frightened look playing across her face. He let out a chuckle at this.
“Relax; I’d never use it on you, there’s no need to be scared.”
Spitfire casually flicked her head up to one side and rolled her eyes; “Me, scared? Pfft, that’s rich. As if that tiny little hunk of metal could scare me...”
Vincent looked around, and saw a dead tree on the other side of the road, it’s trunk at the road was roughly half a foot in diameter. “Alright, but you should cover your ears.”
In one deft motion he raised and aimed the pistol at the base of the tree, thumbed the safety off, cocked the weapon and fired one round. The base of the tree exploded in a hailstorm of bark and splinters, the rest of the tree shuddering for a moment before falling backwards in a heap of dead wood. Vincent secured and re-holstered the weapon, then turned around to find that the golden pegasus had jumped off the road and into a ditch at the sound of the blast.
He walked over to the ditch, and laughed at the quivering pony.
Oh c’mon ya big baby,” he laughed, tussling her flame colored mane playful, “It wasn’t that bad now was it? I can’t believe that the great Spitfire would be afraid of a loud bang and a little fire?”
“Scared? Pshh nah, I was just finding a comfortable spot to doze off in because I was so bored.”
“You’re shaking in fear in a ditch and I can tell that you nearly pissed yourself," Vincent deadpanned as a blush of embarrassment painted her cheeks, "I've done the same to many people in my career to mess with their heads and to make them become disorganized so it's easier to pick them off. Now c’mon get up from there. I know there’s more you want to ask.”
“U-um, well about that… You see, I can’t exactly get back up with only one good ankle…”
Vincent then shook his head.
"Think you can help me, please?" she asked in a begging tone.
"Well, I don't know..." Vincent pondered.
"Aw come on!", I know you won't leave me!"
"I don't think so... I didn't hear a certain word..." Vincent said.
“THIS ISN'T FUNNY!” Spitfire yelled at him, trying to climb out of the ditch but to no avail.
Vincent only chuckled before walking away.
Vincent turned back around and offered her his hand. She then used it to pull herself back up.
"Now was that so hard?" Vincent asked.
"Jerk..." Spitfire mumbled.
Vincent stopped. He may have crossed the line. Social interactions were always a struggle for him.
Pulling her into his chest, he hugged her. She struggled a little before he spoke.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that," Vincent whispered.
“Its fine... let’s just... forget about it,” Spitfire said as her let her go.
After he released her, he heard her stomach rumble, causing her to blush again.
“C’mon, have some water and share a protein bar with me, then we can talk more on the way to the nearest town. I’m sure that there’s a lot more to this place than I know.”
4 Hours Later
Four more hours passed and Vincent could see that the pegasus was getting tired. Her head drooped a little low, and her tongue lolled out to the side a little. Plus she had stopped asking questions, even stopped talking in general; must not be used to walking everywhere, he reasoned with himself… Faking a yawn, he turned to his companion and said:
“Well, I’m about ready to hit the rack… We won’t be making it tonight.”
“Oh really?” Spitfire said, “I thought you were supposed to be the toughest?”
“Oh we are, but even Green Berets need their sleep every now and then. Besides, we can’t have the finest flier in Equestria diverting all her energy to walking, instead of healing that wing.”
Vincent laid his backpack beside a large tree in a clearing just off the path, and began assemble parts to build a makeshift tent and retrieved a couple of MREs… Then it occurred to him that the mare was probably vegetarian, so he placed them back in his pack and looked around the clearing instead. About 20 feet to his right was a large apple tree, so he grabbed six apples, and handed three to Spitfire, who thanked him and ravenously started stuffing her face. Vincent smirked before wolfing down one of the apples, then started a campfire with a twigs and branches, then began setting up his small tent. Just as he finished and was fishing through the backpack for a sleeping bag of some sort, Spitfire quickly jumped into the tent, turned a circle and lay down. Instead of being a little annoyed at this, the corners of Vinent's mouth twitched, and he laid his sleeping bag outside. Which was promptly snatched into the tent by the yellow mare, and she wriggled into it.
“Comfy!” She said, apparently impressed.
“I’m glad you like it,” Vincent chuckled, “but now where am I going to sleep?”
“Oh c’mon ya big baby!” She imitated, “I don’t bite… Unless you want me to,” she teased
Vincent smiled, and ate the last two apples outside. Having not really paid attention to the first one, he was amazed at how juicy and delicious they were. Nothing like the apples they had on earth. He sighed, hunger satiated and crawled into the tent, taking off his boots, shirt, and pulled off his pants as well; although, he kept his underwear on. There were some lines he wasn’t going to cross just yet. Crawling into the tent, the mare attempted to make room for him in the sleeping bag, which he laughed at and unzipped the side, so it was an actual blanket. They lay down, and to his surprise Spitfire rested her head on his chest, one arm around his abdomen and drifted off. He blinked, shrugged, and closed his eyes, trying to stop himself thinking about the gesture too hard; she wasn’t human after all.
The rest of the table was deathly silent. They were impressed by Vincent's encounter with the Wonderbolt captain.
“Well?” asked Ray.
“What happened next?” asked Lachlan, his interest rekindled.
Vincent sighed. “Well, the joy didn’t last long. Because as soon as we thought we were safe, we heard something that almost scared us both to death.”
Jensen, Raymond, and Lachlan were all silent. Waiting for him to continue.
"So... what happened next?" asked Jensen.
5 Hours Later
After waking up and doing their morning routines, the duo tore down the camp and continued their march. After about an hour, they reached the outskirts of a town. The sign read Welcome to Ponyville.
Helping Spitfire along, Vincent encouraged her.
"C'mon Spits, you’re doing great. Just a little farther," Vincent said.
As they walked through the center of town, ponies started to scream in fear and hide in whatever shelter they could find.
"Anyone! I need help! I have an injured friend here and she need to go to the hospital!" Vincent screamed.
"It's no use Talon, they aren't gonna come out," groaned Spitfire.
Sighing, he knew that when the locals didn't want anything to do with him.
"I think I can see the hospital from here," said Spitfire as she gestured to the three story building with a red medical cross on the front sign.
"Alright, hang on," Vincent said.
"Wait, what do you me-", she was cut off as Vincent put her in a fireman's carry and fast marched to the building.
Just as he reached the front door, a pitchy voice, instantly recognizable as a child rang through the town.
“SOMEPONY HELP!” the voice cried as Vincent's eyes narrowed.
Setting the mare down on the chair, he immediately tore forward. He sprinted through the streets with his rifle at the ready as he tried to locate the voice as Spitfire tried to follow him to no avail.
He tore out of town reaching the side of the Everfree Forest in mere moments as he saw the cause of the child’s distress. A manticore and a large one at that was slowly circling the terrified filly. Vincent snarled stomping forward as he prepared to deal with the threat.
As the beast charged the filly, Vincent butt-stroked the animal with his rifle into the beasts head, causing it to grunt as he turned to the terrified filly.
“RUN!” he roared, the sound of his voice knocking sense into her as she bolted for the safety of town. The beast snarled in rage as its easy meal ruined as it set its sights on him. Two sets of predatory eyes glared at each other daring the other to make a move as the manticore circled the man.
Vincent had formulated a plan of attack as manticore snorted and rushed forward. Vincent fired off a few rounds into its muscular legs before rolling to the side as its armored tail batted him. Shaking his head, he fired at the beast’s chest as it swung its tail again. This time, the point of the tail struck a nearby tree, snapping the stinger in half as the beast howled in pain. Facing the enraged monster, Vincent drew his combat knife, holding the 9in. blade as a plan formed.
“Alright, motherfucker, let’s fucking do this,” he growled knowing how it could end. A blurred movement was the only warning he got as a searing pain crashed over Vincent's face. He staggered a bit as a warm liquid poured down his face. Wiping the liquid away, he saw his blood drenched hand come into focus. Grunting the human tried to flick the blood from his face. It was useless as blood half blinded him.
The beast then swiped at Vincent again, but because of his lack of vision, the beast's claws struck Vincent's arms and chest as a mess of blood splattered from him. His breath became shallow as the manticore panted, blood pouring from several wounds on its chest and face. The two circled each other, adrenaline coursed through their veins as time seemed to slow. Lunging, Vincent bellowed a battle cry as he readied his knife.
A wet splat rang out as he stopped, the manticore was behind him. A painful silence rang out both parties frozen waiting as time caught up again. Small pricks of pain lanced his face as he finally felt the early stages of pain from the fight. Soon an agonizing wave of pain washed over him as he collapsed to his knees in anguish. The adrenaline still present in his blood allowed him to turn to face his adversary as he sighed at the sight.
The manticore fell to the ground its throat slashed open as he tried to limp over to it. The feeling of exhaustion and the bacteria from the claws caused him to finally fall to his back.
Sharp inhales of breath alerted him of witnesses as he looked up. There stood the townsfolk, their faces in different degrees of disgust and horror as he smiled.
“Talon!” Spitfire yelled, shoving her way towards him. Horror was evident on her face as he weekly waved towards her. She held him into her chest as she wept. Vincent mumbled something into her chest as his body protested in agony. Spitfire wrapped her hands around him as he brought her ear to his mouth.
"My name... is... Vincent..." he chuckled a bit before he blacked out.
taking another shot of whiskey Raymond and lachlan both stared surprised at Vincent's day's of living in equestria. Raymond tried to speak up only to hear the front door entrance open.