A collection of pony writing. Some of it is meant for world-building of alternate universes that I never got around to finishing. Sometimes it's just random things I thought of and jotted down because I'm working on writing something every single day.
Also because I don't have any good ideas or dedication for a full, good story.
She frowned, her magic tucking a stray lock of hair out of her face.
The air was hot, even the faint breeze failing to relieve any of the heat for more than a second. The shirt trapped heat inside, the material stiff like the dress pants that made walking just as uncomfortable. She was sure that her boss was purely intending to make her sick with heat-stroke. At least she’d look professional.
The workers had yet to begin work so at least the air was clear of dust and the obnoxious noise induced by the machinery. For the time being. The thought did nothing for her headache.
Sea Chaser wasn’t the most pleasant unicorn that one could ever meet. He was of an average height with a deep blue mane and his coat was a similar color to that of wet sand. He was a sailor, working for a trading company based in the steadily growing city of Baltimare.
Every few miles, skyscraper-like structures stretched up into the clouds, expanding outwards in disk shapes that harbored the more ponies then Canterlot did during the Twentieth Era (also known as the Era of the Mare in the Moon) at it’s most prosperous.
There were maglev rails crisscrossing all over the city of Manehattan, carried thousands, millions of ponies throughout the city and out. Catwalks arched over congested streets, bridging the gaps between buildings and providing another obstacle for the hover-shuttles that took up the available sky space.
It was such a big city, so big it had two layers. The surface layer and the layer beneath, constructed underwater. It was an impressive part of Manehattan, although the real estate prices were far too large for the average pony to even consider looking at.
Twilight fidgeted in her suit as she stared out the windows and into the upper levels of the city. The technological advancements they had made over the past twenty-five years had brought them many benefits but it had also brought upon a large array of problems.
With her ascension, Twilight Sparkle brought many changes to Equestria. Royal intelligence projects, organizations, research, all to pursue a more advanced and safe nation. She’d gone ahead with good intentions and brought about many good things, but the work left a severely small amount of time to spend with her friends. But, this new technological revolution left the Friendship Council with far too much work to have enough time to spend with Twilight anyway.
Starlight took on the role as the head of the Council so that Twilight could spend more time doing her duties as a Princess. Rainbow retracted into her Wonderbolt work and traveling on missions of diplomacy.
Soon, the council started to answer more to the Royals then to the Friendship Map.
Twilight didn’t completely leave their lives, but she may as well have. She sent them birthday gifts and visited every few holidays, but was otherwise too busy to talk anyway. Eventually, she had lost the true value of Princess of Friendship.
Sea Chaser leaped away, lips pulled away almost as a snarl. He grimaced as his injured leg took a lot of the impact and he staggered before quickly righting himself.
The dragon slithered behind him, golden eyes wide in panic.
“You’re defending a dragon!? The-They’re killers!”
“Not Jacin… If you so much as touch him, I’ll slit your fuckin’ throat, you hear me!?”
She flinched away, startled that an earth pony would be so determined in defending some random dragon. A weakling, no less.
“The village will sleep soundly knowing this beast no longer haunts their forests.”
“He never ‘haunted’ them in the first place. Go take your pretty sword and fuck yourself with it, why don’t you?” He answered back, flashing a clearly malicious smile. “I’m sure you would like that.”
“Why? Because you did?” His smile dropped and then a small glint showed in his eyes. Then he started to chuckle.
“No, I just heard that some dragons liked it. And since you dragon hunters share a pretty big similarity I assume you would as well.”
“Being deadly?”
“No, darling, being killers. Killing a killer just makes you a killer.”
The club was high quality, aside from the rich assholes that were either sprawled out on every piece of furniture that could fit their pampered bodies. The richest stallion in the building was seated in the back of the establishment, in a comfortable booth with several attractive zebras and earth-mares whose words were just as good as the pay was.
It was a warm Fillydelphia afternoon, only a few sparse clouds breaking up the seemingly endless expanse of light blue that either blended with the sparkling Platinum Ocean or vanished behind the Foal Mountains and Warmblood hills, depending on which direction one was facing.
Far on the North-East side of Fillydelphia, settled on a large hill, was a several story structure with large windows that reflected the deep blue of the ocean. If it had been earlier that morning, the sun rays would have reflected off the windows in an obnoxious glare but would hardly of detracted from the appeal of the huge piece of modern architecture.
The land around the building was well-landscaped, dotted with marble and stone statues of ponies. One statue was of an alicorn standing proudly, one foreleg curled inwards to help prop up a metal pole with the Equestrian flag that only shifted with the slight breezes. It’s mane was flowing, like the Two Sisters who still proudly ruled Equestria to this day, but the statute lacked the regalia the sisters were usually portrayed with. In fact, the statue seemed to lack any definitive details that could make it identifiable.
Another statue was of Princess Platinum, a bronze plaque on the base of the statue proudly displaying that information along with the fact it was apparently donated from some rich mare in Prance.
The inside of the building was grand, surfaces of white broken up by windows and bronze plaques mentioning huge accomplishments and donations. There were alcoves in the walls, separated from the main space by panes of glass, that displayed popular pieces of technology.
The inside was alive with chatter of employees on five-minute breaks, taking personal calls, and the small collection of fillies and colts being led around the building for a tour.
The tour guide was a bubbly, light-brown earth pony. She wore a simple uniform (white button-up beneath a golden vest with electric blue circuitry patterns sewn into it) with a name-tag pinned slightly to the left of her chest.
She made grand gestures with her foreleg as she stopped in front of a display case with a brightly-colored unicorn head made out of plastic. A bronze ring with small patterns etched into it and a small, button-sized, bright green light attached to the front.
“And this is the Arcane Suppressor Ring, used by law enforcement all across Equestria and even in the Crystal Empire. It uses a mix of magic and technology to prevent apprehended unicorns from using magic. Now, how it’s done is top secret so I can’t tell you about its mechanisms whatsoever or I’ll be in big trouble!”
A few of the older students rolled their eyes.
“Unfortunately, this neat little piece of tech gives a pretty nasty head-ache if it’s worn for too long. That’s why, in several other TechGear labs all around Equestria, there’s research going on to try and reduce the side-effects of Arcane Suppressing Rings. Any questions?”
Several of the students raised their hooves (or in the case of the pegasi, raising their wings) and asked about things like what it was made out of, when it was made, or how TechGear had come up with the idea. In the back of the group, a young earth pony mare was observing her surroundings with an expression of indifference.
She had a cheap, plastic name tag hanging around her neck, Moonshadow was scribbled on it in erasable marker, slightly smudged. Her coat was a dark blue, like the sky on a clear night, and her mane was a silvery color.
Moonshadow was largely uninterested in the tour. The guide was too bubbly for her tastes and she already knew a large amount about TechGear’s achievements. There had been a huge speech from the Manehattan Prime Minister and the Manehattan Police Department, followed by a thanks from Elegant Gear herself about her technology being used to ‘make Equestria a safer place,’ that was broadcasted all across Eastern Equestria. There was also the news papers, but Moonshadow didn’t pay much attention to them anymore.
To her parents annoyance, Moonshadow actually had an interest in technology. She liked learning about it, but not the way it was being showed to her here. She already knew about it and it was being shown to her in quite a boring manner.
“In the past, my parents and their parents before them have sent out exploratory teams. The most brilliant, able-bodied ponies available. However, they never returned. Today, I wish to change such a trend. Behold!” The Empress gestured out with her hoof, turning the audience’s attention to the large structure that had been hidden under an equally-large tarp. A group of simply dressed unicorns wrapped their magic around one end of the tarp, pulling it away in one swift movement.
There was a loud chorus of gasps and shocked, amazed whispers.
Beneath the tarp, now revealed to the public, was a huge, metal ship. The sunlight glinted off of it, shimmering on the glass windows and the metal hull. It was bigger than any of the ships that rested in Unicornia’s harbor. Attached to the underside of the ship (which was propped up on large wooden racks) were several turbines that had a warm glow coming from behind the fans.
“I have selected the most brilliant minds of our nation and compiled them into the first exploration team in forty years.”
Onyx glanced at the short lines outside the tech-shops. Cyborgs who were getting fit with new technology, or for the organic ponies to get new batteries to replace burned out ones in their tech. Or maybe getting updated with new data and memory.
The Tech District, as it had been lovingly nickname, was a narrow section of Canterlot. It was one of the multiple districts that had been built within Mt. Canterlot instead of expanding the already large city.
The district itself never saw actual sunlight. The district was illuminated by street lamps, vehicle headlights, and neon signs. It was like eternal night.
Onyx walked at a steady pace, ears twitching at the loud din of conversing ponies, the train passing on the overhead monorail track, ponies speaking into ear pieces, and the loud honking of the vehicles that were tightly packed onto the narrow street. Some of the vehicles were old models or had patchwork renovations done to them.
Onyx’s nose wrinkled at the sharp scent of exhaust, something that was a lot more prominent in the Tech District then in Outer Canterlot.
Chap woke up with a sharp pain stabbing into his forehead. He groaned in annoyance and squinted his eyes at the bright lights that lined the corners of his vision and only seemed to make them burn more.
When the lid to his pod cracked open, he scrunched up his face in reaction to the bright lights that spilled in. All at once, he would hear the whirring of dozens of machines and the loud voices of all other creatures in the room.
“Welcome back to the world of the living, Chap.” That voice was the most defined and understandable to Chap as he quickly began readjusting to his surroundings. Chap slowly pushed himself upright, slowly blinking open his eyes as the devices that had been clasped around his forelegs and hooked up to wires were quickly removed by a familiar griffon scientist.
“Sweet Faust, my head is killing me.”
“Yeah, it’ll do that to you.” The griffon pushed her swivel chair away from the side of the pod and to her computer. She tapped something into the computer before turning to watch as Chap awkwardly maneuvered out of the pod. She reached out to steady him when he nearly collapsed as pain filled his neck.
“How about you go to your quarters and try to sleep off your headache? Grab some pain killers from the medical wing if you think it’s necessary.”
“Maybe I can convince Hearty to give me some of the strong stuff.” Chap answered back jokingly, his own grin widening at the faint smirk on the griffon scientist’s face.
“Get some for me too, while you’re at it. This job is starting to get boring.” She paused for a moment. “Don’t let Rich know I said that. I’m already walking a tight line after I was blamed for nearly setting his suit on fire.”
“Don’t worry, Henna, my lips are sealed.” Chap lifted a hoof up and ran it in a line across his muzzle before slowly making his way towards the exit to the room.
The entire room was circular and full of other pods like the one Chap had just emerged from. They were testing a new technology that he honestly found quite exhilarating, although the side-effects could be rather painful.
The other scientists gave him a wave, another stallion saying hi as he emerged from his pod.
The hallway wasn’t particularly cramped at this hour, which Chap was somewhat grateful for since it allowed him to pause near the transparent wall and allow him to stare out at the sight of the base, stretching out to the distant fence that cut it off from the rest of Silver City.
Beyond that, Chap could see the wide, starry expanse of space and the sparkling planet of Equis. He could only imagine what it was like down there right now, covered in masses of cities and with all the politics that Chap was grateful to not be involved with.
With one more moment of staring into space, Chap continued on his way to his private quarters. One benefit of being a test subject.