RalliART [Chapter 7] Estrus (Day 3/4)

>Day ? of estrus.

>You are Anonymous.

>And your everything hurts.

>Well actually… it’s more your chest but that doesn’t change the fact it feels like a fucking elephant used you as a bench.

>You let out a low groan and slowly crack your eyes open.

>Well it seems like you’re inside some tent, a reasonably large one actually, with various p0ny medical equipment scattered about it.

>?: “Anon?”

>It appears you aren’t alone.

>A quick glance to your left reveals the blue on blue stallion sitting on the stretcher across from you.

“Hey Soarin.”

>Soar: “ANON!”

>He rushes over and dives onto you.

>Pain erupts in your chest and you quickly remove Soarin and place him on the ground next to you.

“*cough* Dammit Soarin, that fucking hurt.”

>Soar: “Heh, sorry Anon, I was just excited to see you awake.”

>Huh…

“Excited to see me awake… How long have I been out?”

>Soar: “About a day and a half, dude.”

>Shit…

“The fuck happened? I remember stopping in front of those two p0nies and then it all kind of gets a bit hazy.”

>Soar: “Well… you kinda blacked out. Shiny got a medic to look at you, turns out you broke a few ribs with that awesome stunt you pulled. I’m telling you man, you should come on tour with the Wonderbolts, I’m sure we can work you into a routine.”

“Heh, that could be a… wait, did you say -broken- ribs?”

>Soar: “Yeah dude, you’d broken three ribs. The doc had to put you under for a bit, not knowing how you’d react to healing magic and all.”

“So… am I all fixed up then?”

>Soar: “Pretty much bro, just going to be a bit sore while your body adjusts.”

“Sounds like you’re talking from experience.”

 

 

>Soar: “That’s cause I am. Did a number on my wing a while back, shit bucking hurt.”

>Before you can reply your stomach chimes in with an angry growl. The last time you ate was… with the Diamond Dogs actually.

>Wonder how they held up. Celestia be with them, or not actually, that might be worse.

“Hey uh… can we like, get something to eat? I’m fucking starving.”

>He perks up at this.

>Soar: “Yeah dude, there’s this p0ny here, Mr. Cake, bakes the best pies ever.”

>You slowly manage to lift yourself from the stretcher. Not the most comfortable sleeping arrangements, but you didn’t have much of a choice from the sounds of it.

>Soarin leads you out of the tent and you slowly let your eyes adjust to the light outside. There wasn’t much of it, actually; it seems to be clouding over.

>?: “Well look who finally woke up.”

>Before you get a chance to face who was talking, a set of paws knock you sideways and into Soarin. Recovering quickly, though not painlessly, you crouch down and face your loyal companion and oldest friend.

“Hey Maya, did you miss me?”

>A big sloppy tongue to the face is all the answer you need. You ruffle her fur and wrap her up in a hug.

>?: “I see our patient is up. How’re you feelin’, son?”

>A different voice this time. You turn to see a brown-maned stallion next to Shining Armor, “Good, I suppose. Just a bit sore.”

>?: “Three broken ribs will do that to yah. Name’s Time Turner, but everyone calls me Dr. Whooves.”

>He sticks out a hoof and you meet it with a hand / hoof shake.

“Anonymous, Anon for short. So you’re the one who fixed me up?”

 

 

>Dr. W: “Me? No. That’d be Feelgood over there. One of the few doctors at P0nyville hospital.”

“I’ll have to thank him later. Nice meeting you, Dr. Wooves.”

>Dr. W: “Likewise Anon, be seeing you.”

>Your stomach grumbles as Whooves disappears behind a set of tents.

>Right, food.

>Soarin leads you into a rather large tent with a series of tables and chairs set up inside. There were a few p0nies spread out in the tent, they all stopped and had a quick gawk at you before resuming what they were doing previously.

“So… these are all Stallions from P0nyville?”

>Soar: “Yeah, that’s Big Mac. You wouldn’t think it from looking at him, but his younger sister is a little scorcher. That’s Smarty Pants, owner of the P0nyville Library but I seem to remember hearing something about his brother wanting him to move to Baltimare for a project of his. That’s Caramel, pretty sure he’s gay but apparently he’s got a marefriend which begs to the question of why he’s here if he does.”

>A few names and awkward looks later you both finally get to the makeshift counter at the farther corner of the tent. A lanky, orange maned p0ny stood behind it.

>Soar: “…And this is Mr. Cake, best baker in all of Equestria.”

>Mr. C: “Soarin… you flatter me. And this must be Anonymous? Gave us all a fright with your arrival there son.”

“Heh, yeah. Got a bit carried away if I’m honest.”

>Mr. C: “So what can I get the two of you?”

>Soar: “I’ll have an apple pie.”

“Yeah, I’ll go for an apricot pie if you make those?”

>Mr. C: “Sure do, two pies comin’ right up.”

 

 

>You and Soarin find a table and talk about nothing much in particular. From the sounds of it, after your two days of being chased by lusty mares across the Canterlot region, a camp in the middle of a forest was a bit boring, as you would expect.

>The P0nyville crew sound like a good bunch, although apparently there’s a rather one-sided mare to stallion ratio, which is a bonus, if you’re into that kinda thing… which you are nowadays.

>Well, what else is out there? Not much, and p0nies are some of the more normal ones so… this is you now.

>Your mental debate on sexual preference is interrupted by the arrival of your pies. You can actually feel your stomach trying to just swallow the thing whole, which is impossible of course; stomachs don’t have mouths, that’d just be stupid.

>The pie was actually a lot bigger than you were expecting but that doesn’t stop Soarin from practically burying his face in it. You take a more reserved approach with a spoon, and boy, Soarin wasn’t lying, this thing is amazing.

>Before you know it you finish the last piece of your apricot pie and turn to Soarin, who finished his a while ago, because he eats like a fucking pig.

>You’re just about to speak when Shiny pops his head into the tent.

>SA: “Soarin! Your turn on watch.”

>Soar: “Awww buck. I’ll catch you up later Anon.”

“No problem dude, I’ll just… fuck knows. I’ll find something to do.”

>He sticks his hoof out and you quickly bump it completing the ritual.

>You get up and follow him out of the tent before he takes off with Shiny in a seemingly random direction. Letting out a long sigh, you begin to wander aimlessly around the encampments.

 

 

>It’s not long before you land eyes on your car. It wasn’t a pretty sight: the radiator was bent backwards and the front was completely missing its bumper as was the rear. The exhaust was coming away from the bottom and the back was pretty dented.

>Lacking anything better to do, you set about trying to fix what you can with your limited knowledge on the subject.

>The minutes turn into hours as you continue to tinker with what you can. Currently you’re using some metal straps to secure the exhaust to the underside of the car when a set of hooves land next to you.

>Soar: “The buck you doing under there Anon?”

“Fixing the shit we broke over those two days.”

>Soar: “Well you can pick that up tomorrow; shit’s about to get dark and they turn off most of the lanterns soon so we don’t cause too much excess light. Makes it harder for the mares to find the camp.”

>You tighten the last strap and shuffle out from under the car. It sure had got a lot darker since you started, and the amount of cloud cover was immense.

“Even if the sun was out, I don’t think we’d even see it.”

>Soar: “Storm’s a comin’”

>Yeah, that isn’t going to be fun.

>End of Day Four.