A soldier who just can't seem to face a permanent death
A hellbound soldier that is forever to walk the fields of battle, even within the most peaceful of worlds.
(Story on hold as I work on my second story, Im going to most likely remove this story due to it...not making me feel motivated to work on it. In truth, I feel as if this story isn't working out for me all that much.)
He doesn't know why he's constantly being reincarnated with all his memories but one things for certain and thats him being entirely pissed about the amount of pain he's been put through with all these new lives he dies in and always losing friends, family members and companions.
This is hopefully the last life he has to face battle in but he doesn't want that, he wishes for battle as it brings him peace. One point In his life maybe he would have said no to battle but battle is all he's good at now, or is it?
This life will most certainly lead into moments of battle and possible friendships, blood will be spilled while friendships will be a possibility. Let's just see where our leading figures life will go, shall we?
The light of a new dawn shined upon my world as my soul continued to burn bright upon the plains I called my world, my home.
The outside nature was beautiful as the perfect month came around for all the creatures that existed within the lands of Equestria to come out and for the flowers to bloom as they showed their radiant colors to the world I called my own.
The world outside was composed into a perfectly harmonious melody as the birds sang away all their problems as they sat perched on whatever they found most comfortable or appeasing to them.
Water slowly ran through the stream closest to my home as the torrent of the water crashed alongside the boundaries that kept it in check as the water slowly descended to wherever it may rest within the passing time to come.
The life I was living as of this moment was almost too surreal and yet it was every bit real just like the sun in the sky.
I knew this world was real and yet it still continued to surprise me as believing something so serene was even possible and yet it was in every way and that hurt me to the core because in reality...it took too long to find a life like this.
Every time I had died I had always hoped and dreamed for a world of peace and tranquility but yet it took too long and it broke me.
I kept being reborn again and again with my memories of the past life I had lived and the ones before that life, it was a repeating cycle that was never ending as it continued to give me new painful moments and ones of now old tales to me.
As time went on, I began to give up as I accepted the fact that maybe it would never end, and the reality of war was all I could ever look to. It was a...dreadful thought to accept as I was constantly plagued by it.
The urge of screaming was difficult as I held down my emotions but held a bitter taste with each moment of resistance as the taste of pain could be easily noticeable but not with a true sense of taste itself but that within a figure of speech.
Through this world I experienced more emotions than I thought possible as I had believed them to be lost to me. It was exhilarating to gain all the emotions I had once lost all back but yet I could not control them. I tried to get back into sync with my old and happy self but alas no matter what I did or how I did it didn't seem to matter all that much.
Life was a bitch and every creature knew that from birth. It was always going to be difficult, and every living thing knew that. From birds to blood cells to that of other living beings all knew life would be a strife upon their souls as they knew to expect some sort of impassible problem to be faced through their lifetime.
Acceptance continues to haunt me as it would insurmountably lead to my death. I knew that if I had accepted to become more peaceful and accepting that maybe it would be my downfall because it would show weakness to my enemies.
Trying to fight death in this new world was easy as not much ever happened and yet whenever something did happen it was always a surprise. Most of the times however lead to things happening to me by choice. I said I could not live without some sort of means of battle or conflict and I meant it, or in some figurative sense of course as it made me whole in some way.
Growing up into the childhood of such a new world was problematic at best in simple terms. It led to me making poor decisions due to lack of trust in others. I knew this world was peaceful the first day I laid eyes on it when I had been birthed from my mother's womb and yet it was still nearly and most certainly impossible to accept.
Paranoia was always there for me and it always was waiting as it lurked in the back of my mind seem as if it were some sort of parasite eating away at me but only when it chose to or if something triggered it to spread. I tried coping with it and yet the only way to do so was by honing my mind and yet even that seemed futile.
Meditation hardly did me any good and yet it did help in some ways. It allowed the mind to gain a small sense of peace and tranquility even if it wasn't the most viable option for inner and outer peace. Meditation was never something I truly urged myself to do and yet I knew I needed it or I would truly lose my sanity.
Only so many things kept me at bay and yet those few things were barely enough as is. Trying to find new ways of peace for myself was troublesome as it either led to stress or problems for myself or others.
I hated causing problems for others as I knew it was just lead me to being some sort of burden on their lives. Problems always followed me and they always occurred no matter where I went. Sometimes I thought it was me causing them and yet it felt as if something was leading me into these snared traps.
Fighting these things that haunted me were damn near impossible and yet I wouldn't accept defeat. No matter what I did I always bounced back but yet I'm still broken. I may be broken but I haven't shattered. My mind is still stable enough to cope most things but yet I can barely manage anything anymore. Survival is what I yearn for as it allows me to live.
I know my life will always be burdened but at least I can tolerate it to an extent. I'll continue fighting and fighting until I'm satisfied but it's plainly obvious that I might not ever find true peace, but I can at least find some means of it if that leads to some temporary solution or solutions for myself.
It's time to start my day like any other and I know it's already going to suck but at least I'm prepared for the most part. I'm ready for what's to come...or am I really? Am I really prepared to face what comes for me and what awaits for me ahead? I don't know and honestly, I could care less because I know one thing is for uncertain...I'm an undying soldier that's damn well hellbent to live.
'Morning shined upon my home with a welcoming smile like it always did. The sun was fully set in the sky as the water within the nearby lakes of my home gleamed with its radiant light as the reflection of the sun bounced off of it or got absorbed into its murky colors of blue.'
'The fish within the calm waters were swimming about as they fed on whatever they found most filling to their likings. The water was steady like an unopened soda-can but yet ready to react by the slightest movement or vibration. Everything was perfect today as life all around buzzed with energy and fulfillment. Things felt perfect as the day slowly made itself known to the world of Equestria as minutes slowly passed on by as seconds followed before them.'
'A cool and gentle breeze slowly made its way into my home as it guided it's way into my room. I shivered under my blanket from the cold sting of fresh air as it pounded at whatever exposed parts of my body laid barren to the frigid temperature. I moved restlessly as I attempted to get into a more comfortable position but to no avail as the cold wind ceaselessly hounded me as if it were telling me to get up and get my ass moving.'
'I groaned with an irritated sigh as I slowly propped myself up with one of my hooves to at least gain some leverage on my cozy and squishy bed. The weight of my body made the bed creak as I slowly made my way off of it and onto the cold and bitter wood as it stabbed my hooves with felt like needles of ice. Every fiber of my being was telling me this wasn't worth it but I knew I had to get up as I had things to do or so I told myself anyways.'
'I yawned as I stretched my stiff wings to release the tension within said "wings".'
'Every part of me felt sore and I knew it was just my mind playing with me. I knew my mind was trying to coax me back to sleep and yet I couldn't for the life of me. I was already awake and alert so trying to fall asleep would most certainly be a challenge for me and I knew that was a challenge I just wouldn't accept.'
'I slowly made my way to the closet within my room as the floorboards creaked and groaned from the added pressure of each individual hoof step. I knew it wasn't the wood that was creaking due to being old and frail, it was just simply me and my oversized body of a stallion.'
'Being a stallion had many quirks such as being much more physically fit then most mares or females of that matter or even the stallions. I mean sure there's plenty of mares that could prove otherwise but that all depends on them. Some mares are more unnaturally strong due to what they do for a living or the genetics they picked up from family members or ancestors.'
'Stallions also faced many problems as well such as being overly sensitive or being the ones that weren't usually ever in charge of a relationship. This world worked differently from the many earths I was reborn on. Males were usually or always the dominant gender and yet females in this so-called world called "Equestria" held that position of power or authority more firmly. I mean sure there's some leading models of male power but that depends on how long it took them or if they had some sort of birth right to it or so on.'
'I made it to the closet within a very short time due to the room I slept in being so small and also due to my generally large size. I could easily say I was much bigger than that of the average stallion or much so the biggest stallion there is. I was never one to gloat over my size as I was generally quite the silent type. I wasn't quiet out of shyness or fear but just in a means of safety for myself or others in hopes of not lashing out.'
'I slowly slid the glass door of the closet open as I began to reach in and grab some needed items for the day. The items consisted of many necessities such as a scarf that held a dark color of black, a pair of goggles that could easily hide my eyes, a beanie with a darkened black color as well which allowed a good amount of warmth for my ears. A simple brown trench coat that could easily hide any means of seeing the color of fur I had as a coat for my giant pony body. A plain white T-shirt that was to be used as an under garment for my coat. A pair of simple blue jeans that has some slight tears in various areas, some black boots that allowed for easier movement on tougher terrains, but I knew that was just a lie as I only wore them to hide as much of myself as I could.'
'There were many other items to get such as a simple worn out saddle bag that held a tan color of brown, a combat knife for self-protection that had a sheath for its everyday use, a side-arm for protection which was hard to get or even make seeing this world wasn't even nearly advanced enough to do so but seeing I retained knowledge from my past lives allowed me to simply do so. I also had a stash of bits in the closet as well which I eagerly took and put into the saddle bag along with other everyday items, luckily this world was advanced enough just to HAVE guns to even begin with. Some things were pretty modern while some things weren't.'
'I was seeming more and more ready within each and every passing minute as I prepared myself for the upcoming day that awaits me outside my home. I knew it was most likely going to be a simple day, but I was expecting to do a few things differently. I had plans prior before this day and I knew I needed to set them in motion. I had planned on leaving for a small town that laid outside my home that stood outside the boundaries of the forest I called my protection and my barrier from pony society. The town was of decent size and quite fruitful in many means of activities such as playing around in the warm summer rays or doing hard manual labor within the everyday jobs that gave these ponies meaning.'
'As I finished grabbing my things I decided to look into the glass door of the closet to view my reflection.'
'My reflection was simple but yet decent as I observed my features. I was decently handsome but not to overly handsome or so I believed, my coat of fur was of a pure white color as that of morning snowfall, my eyes were a gentle blue with a sheen of gray as if they were the mere example of the ocean, my cutie mark was that of three golden swirls that all seemed to blow in the same direction, my ears were tufted which was rare for most ponies but I didn't mind being too much of an oddball, the base of my hooves were black as black fur lined them as if it was some sort of poofy sweat band for the means of a class of yoga, my name was a well combed back hairstyle as it was of a simple color golden blond but held a dirty tint to it, my tail was a bit cut and messy but held the same color as my mane, the end part of my mane had cow licks which lead to upwards curls which were kinda messy and hard to tame, my features were young but stocky which showed a lean body of muscle, my wings were of decent size and much bigger than that of an average pegasus stallion, the tips of my feathers were black which showed a bit of color change to my body which I appreciated to a certain extent, my age seemed to vary around 18 or so as my facial appearance could easily show it but the bags under my eyes could say otherwise.'
'My body was so tired and yet I knew I needed to leave soon if I were to get my day going. I let out a tired sigh as I slowly put all my clothes and gear on as I prepared for the day. It took some time but with a little effort I had gotten myself ready and raring to go. I didn't feel hungry so I was more than capable of holding back on the urges of wanting food or any thoughts of having a quick meal for breakfast.'
'It took some time as I slowly made my way to my bedroom door as I crept closer and closer to it with slow movements. Every step felt heavy as I wanted to go back to bed and just sleep the day off but I knew I couldn't.'
'I finally made it to the door as I stood there for a few brief seconds as I braced my mind to deal with whatever was to come if be a battle or some annoying thought of worry or self-doubt. It took some courage, but I finally managed to lift one of my limbs to the doorknob as I slowly coaxed it to turn. The door slowly opened as its hinges creaked from the sudden and slight movement, but I didn't care for the noise all that much. With one sharp breath I pushed myself forward as I made my way out the door and into the day that awaited me.'
'The hallway to my bedroom was silent as only faint little creaking noises could be heard coming from the old oak wood and non-maintained hinges of doors. Everything was dirty and filthy to a grand extent and the only part of the whole abode I was living in that was even close to remotely clean was my room. In all honesty the only things I had within this home that I could call my own were the things I wore and the things I used for my inevitable means of surviving.'
'I slowly stepped into the hallway of my old rundown home or what I called a "home" to begin with. This place I called sanctuary wasn't even in my name or ownership as I had simply just stumbled across it in my travels. I knew the place was abandoned and yet every day I lived here I always felt some sort of uneasy feeling of dread as if something was watching me...then again it could just be the paranoia getting to me like usual.'
'The old cabin within the woods I had been calling my "little hideaway" was pretty run down and ragged. For example, the cabin has many windows or well "had" many windows. Most of the windows were either gone or just barely holding together even with most of the bits needed to hold them together completely missing.'
'Multiple holes lined the wooden walls and thatch roofing that covered the place I called safe for my own wellbeing. This was just two of the many if not dozens of troublesome implications of poor structural safety for my own personal health. I had hoped to fix the place up but no matter what I did I never seemed to be able to do enough within the few weeks I lived within it.'
'I knew the place was a lost cause the moment I laid eyes upon it but I had some hopes in maybe that it could be fixable, but the chances were slim. I tried in vain to fix it but without the proper help I knew it would be damn well impossible. I'm no master craftsman or carpenter or blacksmith or mage in magic in which case I'm not even a unicorn to begin with!'
'I know some skills here and there, but it doesn't mean I can rebuild a whole god damn cabin by myself...or is it more like a hut? All I'm saying is that the place is a guaranteed lost cause and it's best to leave it behind...and yet I felt attached to it. Even if it's provided me with comfort for only a meager few weeks, I still feel like it's a part of me...or something that's close to being a part of me in general.'
'I made my way down the hallway with a much longer stride as I kept my head high and my senses sharp. Even if I holed up in this place it didn't mean there weren't any dangers that broke in while I was asleep. I usually did a routine check of the place but seeing I was leaving I was sure that wasn't even close to necessary. All I needed to do was reach the front door and leave and that would be it, plain and simple. Of course, I would have to deal with the Everfree forest and all the misfits that laid lurking within its grasp or "reins" of darkness and mystery.'
'Each step I took felt heavy or was that just me? Each breath I took was sharp, or was that just me? I couldn't tell if I was having some sort of mental freak out or if my body was debating on how it should work right now. Each motion of movement I made felt like a brick being put onto my head as pressure slowly built up...slowly, ever so slowly.'
'My nerves were running cold with fear and anxiety, but my heart was burning with pride and a strong urge of animosity towards those who dared oppose me or dared to threaten my life in any way. It took a while, but I reached the door and for a moment I hesitated. What if I wasn't truly ready? What if the ponies in pony ville didn't like me? Surely, they would run away in fear, right? Would they see me as some sort of freak? Could they tell I'm a freak due to what I wore or because of how tall and big I was? I didn't know the answers to these questions, but I did have doubts.'
'I raised a hoof to the old doorknob as I steeled myself and my nerves for the moment of truth that soon awaited me. I knew this was going to be tough, either for me or the ponies who met me. I for one knew that I would try my best to be sociable even if it were to be a few words to slip through my muzzle in any attempts to make some means of conversation towards the citizens of pony ville. Self-doubt was hitting me head on as more and more troublesome thoughts came to fruition and each one was more worrisome then the last.'
'I'm not some stereotypical coward who easily gets scared...I've seen enough death and bloodshed to prevent that from ever happening. I do have concerns and worrisome thoughts however, I mean for instances such as the doubts Im having right now. Just because I'm sweating bullets in some sort of tense moment doesn't mean I'm afraid but just me mainly worrying about the outcome as to what is to happen or what is to be said.'
'The door slowly opened as I twisted the doorknob ever so slowly just so I could savor the last few moments I have or well "had" within this old and rickety home. I was ready or so I told myself in all honesty, honesty is a bitch sometimes and that's the plain and simple truth but if you wanna get into detail then by all means we can fucking do so. Each passing second felt like a year off my lifespan and it troubled me to the furthest thoughts of worry I could even muster.'
'Within one swift motion I flung the door open and braced myself for anything waiting for me...downside however was the fact I ripped the door open so quickly it sent myself stumbling outside and down the stairs of the porch as I hit the hard and cold surface of the dirt with a loud thud as the door fell on top me seeing I took it off its hinges as it came tumbling out with me, now ain't that a bit of bullshit in terms of luck?'
'The shadows that were overcast by the trees of the Everfree were bothersome to say the least. It was almost impossible to see with all the overgrowth and yet the only thing that really guided me forward was the path I was following and the sunlight that barely slipped through the branches and leaves of these accursed trees.'
'The darkness is an old friend and yet a greater enemy as it allowed itself to hide any foes that may be lurking in the protection of the darkness. I swore that this forest had it out for me and I had no reason as to why.'
'Was this forest just a means of evil within itself? Was the forest truly alive from what I had been told? Do the creatures within the forest follow the orders OF the forest? Is the forest somehow some sort of hidden monarch of pure wrath and hate? These questions berated my mind as well as my sanity as I tried to ponder the answers.'
'Each step I took was swift and calculated just so I could maneuver my way out of the forest as quickly and as efficiently as possible, in reality I just wanted to get the fuck out of there. It felt as if dozens if not hundreds of eyes were glaring at me with the intent to kill.'
'I wasn't afraid but more of a sense paranoia really. Like I had prompted before, I'm not a coward. Fear is something that eludes me, it's something that I hardly notice nowadays as it continues to escape my grasp in which case, I am thankful for. Fear does however keep you safe, fear allows you to make decisions you hate but deep-down must just accept.'
'I could already feel the sweat on my forehead as I trotted my way down the smooth and almost well-made path or was it even a ma-pony made path? Did the forest make it to seem as if it was a way of guidance or instead a means of insecurity? I had no clue but yet I would study it later, maybe...possibly...nah...fuck that!'
'A foreboding sense of relief washed over me as the trees of the forest parted way. The more I moved forward the more I could see clearly as the greenery around me slowly dissipated as I moved further and further out of the forest.'
'Seeing everything in front of me so much more clearly was truly a relief as all the overgrown weeds and trees were truly an eyesore. It was an eyesore for many reasons, one of those reasons being the trees were EVERYWHERE! I mean I know we needed oxygen but damn were there a lot!'
'My gaze continued to sweep over the available land that I could see within my peripheral vision as the forest continued to open up, it was a HUGE sense of relief upon noticing that I was FINALLY getting out of the forest.'
'The forest itself was TRULY a maze that messed with your mind if you weren't used to such a tedious task or such a lengthy process of trekking the paths of the Everfree forest.'
'Ponies easily knew of the Everfree forest due to the wonders it held within the shadows of its unmovable wake. Some believed the forest was truly alive while others believed that an evil spirit resided within the forest, of course these speculations were just nothing more than ideas of what was going on INSIDE the forest.'
'I myself was curious to the fact of what made this forest so unique but alas I might never get the chance to know...then again, most chances are capable of bearing fruit.'
'At this point my mood had gone into quite the bitter of thoughts upon the ideas of what the ponies might say or what actions they might take to seeing such a stallion of size as myself.'
'Now, due to me being a pony I was never going to have the height of that of a human but alas I was given the blessing of luck as I was granted a height that easily passed any stallions I've met over my travels thus far.'
'Of course, if I were human now then most would consider me a short man but to ponies I would be seen as a giant, even Celestia would have to agree. I was bigger than that red colt...or stallion within Pony Ville, I believe his name was Big macintosh but from what I heard he prefers to go by big mac for short.'
'I was easily a few heads taller than him so my best guess on what ponies might think of me is pretty simple. They would most likely hold a feeling of "awe".'
'I've learned over the years that ponies are VERY xenophobic or I guess a better word would be "blunt racists" but that's mainly due to their "rulers decision".'
'Ponies are a herd species; they tend to stick to themselves BUT that depends on the pony. Outside of Equestrias borders there's a wide variety of ponies that are keener to violence and a much wider range in who they can talk to without being afraid just because their a different species. Secondly, I've realized mares are much more dominant in the female area compared to stallions, stallions seem to have switched the roles with females on who's in charge and who's the "nanny of the household".'
'For humans it was simple on who was more in charge when it came to gender, males were the bigger leading factor when it came to who did what. Females were the ones who did the more menial tasks but of course a good amount of the male populace could do the same. For ponies however...things were VERY different. For starters male stallions were considered an "Asset" which led to the creation of herds. I had no clue as to why there was hardly any ever any male stallions but I was certain something had to be at play...maybe.'
'Stallions within this world were...soft...and easily upsettable plus so many other things. I was never really upset about the roles being swapped for genders but sometimes it brought issues for me. Let's say I were to ATTEMPT in joining the royal guard or some part of the ERA (Equestrian Royal Army), do you think I would be accepted? I most likely wouldn't and that's just dumb or well in my beliefs its idiotic at best. Of course, this nations rulers do have good reasons as to why stallions shouldn't be allowed to join but they are still allowed to join but there's probably a large of sum of paperwork one must do just to even get into such a job or career if your a stallion.'
'All in all, this world had all sorts of issues are problems that needed fixing but some issues were best left alone or just preferable unsolved. Now, I think were getting offtrack....and speaking of getting off track I think I see pony ville coming up! Welp, seems like I'm FINALLY nearing the town thanks to the trees finally parting way for me......so lets see what this new encounter has in store with me, eh?'
'I warily blinked my eyes in rapid succession upon FINALLY seeing the sun in full view as I pushed my way through the last of the bushes that were within my path. I could already see the buildings ahead with their modern looks, the thatch roofs, the abundance of pink coloring on the doors and window frames, fucking so many flowers as well! I mean I know ponies liked to eat and smell flowers, but I swear they had an addiction to flowers!'
'I continued forward as I got closer and closer to the town that was considered VERY friendly (to ponies) and also VERY..."unusual". I was...aware of the things that happened within this town, usually it was strange or abnormal events leading to incursions of idiocy such as stampedes, raining frogs, tidal waves of waver sweeping through the streets as a certain (pink menace) would ride them upon a mailbox laughing loudly! I swear this might be the stupidest decision to choose such a town when I had so many other options!
'I continued trotting at a brisk pace I started to hear a...whistle...it was a LOUD whistle but not like a train whistle but more like a...bullet whistle but one that was more profound? It sounded like it was getting closer...and closer...and CLO-'
"HOLY FUCK!" 'I shout in surprise as I duck for cover as a LITERAL firework sails over my head and explodes behind me!'
'I warily get up as I look around in a daze as I look back towards the town with a dumbstruck expression as I keep my eyes fixed on the town...then all hell lets loose! It was like the damned apocalypse, but the zombies were fireworks! Fireworks were going off left and right, down the middle and over the bend! I shouted all sorts of slurs and obscenities as I ducked for cover a second time as fireworks exploded EVERYWHERE!'
'Fireworks were going off in the sky, within the streets, landing in the nearby rush of water that came directly from the Everfree! They were even going inside the poor ponies houses! OH GOD NOT THE ORPHANAGE! It was pure mayhem and CHAOS! It was like a true warzone as ponies flipped all sorts of carts and tables just to avoid getting gut checked by a firework!'
'Thats when something else even more terrible began to occur...a deep rumbling...oh to this day I could remember the quaking of the ground as the blood curdling screams resonated throughout the air! It was a stampede of damned cows! A firework must have gone off somewhere within where they were grazing which MUST have startled them to begin with! They began to charge down the streets as they crashed through all sorts of things such as the market district of the town as they flipped and crushed all sorts of trade stands and market stands in an attempt to get away from the fireworks that were STILL going off!?!'
'Did these ponies seriously consider this normal or was that just something they told themselves just to mainly not lose their sanity from the horrors of weirdness within their everyday lives? Honestly, I felt pretty bad for these ponies if they've been dealing with these types of events for years!'
'I slowly crawled across the ground towards the town as to avoid all the mayhem that was going on, but alas it was still getting worse and worse by the damned minute! Thats when the next "quake" began. It was slow at first but ever so quickly increasing and oh how it came! It was a blasted swarm of chickens! But your probably thinking "they came because of the fireworks, right?" WRONG! They were chasing a little orange filly! They looked so driven to chase her! They didn't seem angry but more like they wished to worship her? It was kinda hard to tell with their beady little eyes and small features.
'At this point I was just hunkering down within a bush as I peaked my head out just to view what was going on. The chicken and cows were REALLY going at it. Some of the chickens must have gotten into something because they were zipping around everywhere! They were pecking at ponies hooves, eating all sorts of foods such as...oh GOD! THEY GOT INTO THE PROTEIN SHAKES! Those are gonna be some pretty beefy chickens after all of this!'
'Now, you would think these three events were the end of this madness, right? WELL YOUR WRONG! It became even worse...much worse...oh it was HORRIBLE! Thats when the ground began to shake for one final time. Oh how the worlds populace trembled at the sight of what came next! It was a stampede of BUNNIES! But alas it was no normal stampede! It was being led by a certain (white little menace that has a name beginning with "A")! He rode atop his majestic stead, the farm dog that resided within sweat apple acres (Wyona). He was currently wielding a ladle as well as wearing a bucket upon his head as if he were some sort of calvary unit with a frontal charge!'
'The bunny seemed to be squeaking orders as he pointed to certain bunnies then pointed in certain directions as the bunnies he pointed to saluted and hopped off. Apparently these bunnies were here to help and I found it, to this day...weird. Minutes passed as things began to come to a standstill as things became calmer and calmer until the surrounding area was more "serene" in a sense.'
'I slowly pushed my way out of the branches of the bush I was in as I peaked my head out to view the surrounding area and oh boy was it a MESS! There was fires everywhere, cows eating all sorts of stuff, chickens clucking and gently pecking things, ponies cleaning up all sorts of puddles and wrecks and all sorts of things that probably cost a lot to maintain and repair. In all seriousness, I had only a few words to say about all this.'
"What in the fuck am I getting myself into!" 'I say with a surprised tone and look as I stare at the messes of all messes (but oh it was gonna get worse in the future...I can assure you on that...)'
'Things seemed to have calmed down as I made my way into the town, ponies were still cleaning up the messes that were left behind due to the events that happened ONLY a few minutes ago. I mean...it only took a few minutes for such an event to happen, man...imagine the property damages and the payments ponies are gonna have to pay for all of this! Luckily I wasn't one of the unlucky homeowners who owned a business establishment or home within this dainty little town.'
'I couldn't help but chuckle to myself at the stupidness of all that had happened. I mean, it was most likely SUPER stress inducing for these here ponies but I guess it was also something most enjoyed. I forgot to note that most of the ponies were laughing and smiling as the weirdness around them happened. Not a single one of them seemed remotely angry, sure some seemed upset but they weren't furious. It was actually nice to see such easy going sentient beings that considered this enjoyable, even if the events were troublesome.'
'I continued forwards as I began to get closer and closer to the town, I had an idea of what to do but it was...risky to say the least. Of course, I wanted to buy some property within the town, I know it MIGHT be a dumb idea but its safer then living in that forest of horrors. The forest, as I had stated earlier was quite risky to a degree. Most creatures within that forest only ever come from THAT forest. I could bet a hundred bits that some of those creatures are probably not even catalogued with data as to what they can do or even have proper names!'
'In reality I was no zoologist, I was an ex-soldier. I didn't join the army just to travel the world to see all sorts of pretty and exotic animals that were lining up for photos for some sort of skimpy fashion show! Of course, the animals in world would CERTAINLY do that seeing every creature on this planet was pretty much sentient. The sentience for these animals was most likely possible with the magic this planet had to provide for all of things that existed upon it. Most books that were accessible within libraries stated, "Everything has a source of magic, something without magic would be considered abnormal" or so how it goes.'
'ANYWAYS! Back to the story at "hoof"!
'The sights and sounds of the town were pleasing to ears, I hadn't interacted with a large populace for QUITE some time since I had...excused myself from pony society to live a more antisocial life just so I could reign some certain personal "issues" in.'
'My gaze continued to linger over the houses and streets as ponies milled about, doing menial tasks such as rebuilding and cleaning. Ponies were also REALLY and I mean REALLY good at getting things done. I expected this town to be fixed up within a matter of days due to a means of "magic".
'Magic was CERTAINLY a useful tool within this world if you were a unicorn. Of course, earth ponies and pegasi have latent magical abilities as well such as earth ponies being MUCH stronger than most ponies, pegasi being more resilient and durable and also being able to manipulate almost non-physical matter such as "clouds". Of course, magic doesn't count towards an earth ponies strength or maybe it does? Usually from I've seen its mainly towards more of manipulating things such as the earth and the plant life, then again maybe magic is mostly usable in all sorts of ways for earth ponies.'
'During my inner monologue I had noticed or well smelled a peculiar scent that IMMEDIATELY got my mouth water...or was it muzzle? It was the scent of the delicious treats all creatures should know of, muffins! My mind immediately went into action as I tried to pinpoint the scent and I had a lock-on! It was a...mare carry a tray of what seemed to be fresh muffins! The mare was in question "Cute" but also "Exotic" due to the strange feature she had about her body. Her eyes were the exotic part...yes they were strange but it was most certainly cute, a very adorable cute might I add.'
'The gaze I held was almost a glazed look as I stared at her as she slowly trotted by, in all honesty I was conflicted. On one hoof, I remembered the moral standards humans had when it came to...animals and means of "sex". See, this world was different. There was no humans to make such laws or claims and yet it still felt weird in a way. I knew I had a new body, I knew I was a different species, I KNEW the only chance of me having children was if I had attempted to "mate" with one of the ponies or...some other species.
'Us humans, or well "me" the "ex-human" was MOST CERTAINLY conflicted on how to react to such feelings towards another species! In this world or well nation, love was considered a very precious thing and many cherished it. The higher authoritarian figures such as the two princesses most certainly aimed towards having a peaceful nation and loving subjects.'
'I for one was a supporter of love but I was no fanatic, I considered love a brittle thing. In reality love was unstable and yet so STRONG! Love was something that bring so many together and I mean it when I say it could do wonders for others if random Indvidual's were to just hug. Usually the physical contact of another can lead to so many things such as a feeling of appreciation, a feeling "lust" or "desire", a feeling of comradery, a feeling of friendship and so on! In truth it was a very touching thing to have within ones life.'
'Now, I was about to do just that. I was about to and GOING to...attempt to spark a moment or desire of love between this mare and I. There was a few issues though, maybe this mare wasn't a nice mare? Maybe she preferred other mares? Maybe she was a cougar that was REALLY good looking...even if she was another species...only time would tell if I either came to the chance of fucking this encounter up or winning big!'