Corporal Anon: Ch 4

>You are corporal anon

>It's been half an hour, and you still can't seem to grasp what just happened,

"What the hell WAS that? Was it seriously talking to me?"

"Did I just seriously run away...

from a talking... zebra"

>Every last thought in your head seemed to spiral like a hurricane in full surge.

>Were you dreaming?

>Did someone spike your canteen?

>How the hell was all this happening?

>For a moment, you panicked, but your trained sense of self-awareness kicked in before it became outwardly apparent.

>If you were going to make it out of this, you had to use your head

>A mere 5 minutes had passed, and you already feel like luck had forsaken you.

>Lady luck had you in her grasp well before you had to count her out though, as what seemed to be a small village peered through the foliage.

>You ran your ass straight for it.

>But then you remembered

"Wait, that little zebra thing, was she an outcast? A Medicinal woman? If this place can pack surprises like her..."

"... do you think there could be more?"

>You didn't have to wait long for your answer.

>In a split second, you were covered in a shadow...

>And just as quickly, it left.

>Your normal response was to wave at passing air support, but you kept your hand from going up to greet whatever just flew above you

>It certainly wasn't any aircraft you ever laid eyes on.

>It was a carriage....

>A horse drawn carriage...

>And, what do you know it, it was being drawn by horses.

>Fucking,

>Flying

>Horses.

>And, to even greater surprise, guess who was riding in the passenger seats?

>Two other horses.

>Both with horns adorning their heads

>So this was it.

>That Portal had lead you to a world, populated, run by, and taken care of, talking, sentient, equines.

>Estabon's words echoed in your head

>"Its just one fucking thing after another today, Isn't it?"

 

>Gathering your composure, you look on as the carriage lands by what seems to be the tallest structure in the area.

>They exit the carriage and hastily make their way to an unknown destination

>For a moment, you observe the small village through the scratched-up visage of your M145 optic, mounted on your weapon.

>Young ponies are cajoling about in the streets.

>Others attend small concession stands alongside the road, few have no customers.

>Some are sitting on the various benches strewn about town alongside the roads, greeting old friends, gossiping with others.

>A rather clumsy-looking one walks out of what seems to be a bakery, barely keeping his footing as he balances what appears to be 10 chocolate cakes.

>As you watch this daily itinerary unfold before you, only one thought seems to enter your mind:

"This... is THE girliest shit, i have EVER seen.... in my ENTIRE life..."

>Pausing with incredulity, you keep mind to your observations.

>With a loud growl, your stomach reminds you that there's much more important things to be worried about

>Duly noted

>You circumvent the town, moving just along it's edges, taking great care not to be seem amongst the bushes.

>Within several minutes, you come across another shack, this one more contrive than the last.

>It looked more like a child's clubhouse more than anything

>You approach slowly.

"Hello?"

>No answer

>You knock three times

>Still no answer.

"Anybody home?"

>You twist the doorknob, and it immediately gives way.

>Not a single soul inside

 

>You step foot inside the house.

>Your stomach is killing you.

>Your attention turns to the pantry

>There's little question as to what's inside

>But wait

>You're not gonna steal food are you?

>Of course not.

"How am i gonna pay for this?

>It's a tough question.

>More likely than not, these guys won't accept neither american, nor afghan currency, which was all you had.

>Being your only option, you decide to go with it.

>A couple foreign trinkets such as currency they've never seen such fetch a decent price, right?

>You lay a $20 bill and a variety of coins, both american and afghan, on the counter next to the cupboard.

>you write a note explaining their value and potential worth.

>You open the pantry

>Cookies.

>Candy

>Brownies

>Cupcakes

>An assortment of goodies lay out before you.

>Oh hell yes

>You rake a hand full of chocolate-chip goodness into your mouth.

>Damn, that tasted good.

>You stuff two whole cupcakes in your mouth

>Also pretty fuckin' good!

>For what seems to be five whole minutes, you chomp down on the contents of the pantry.

>then the door opens.

 

>You look over your right shoulder.

>In the doorway stood 3 smaller ponies

>They stared at you with mouths agape

>Understandably, they had a few reasons to be incredulous towards this 6-foot creature, face stuffed with their dessert.

>The one on the left was white, and boasted a lavender/pink mane and tail. A horn graced the top of her head.

>The one on the right had wings (a pegasus?), and wore orange fur and a purple mane.

>The center pony had no wings or horn, and she was a creamy yellow in body color, her other hair being red. A bow adorned her head.

"......"

>You can only help but remain silent

>An awkward silence lingered on for what seemed like ages, until the one in the center broke it with a trembling voice

>"M-mister?" pipes up the one in the middle. "W-what are y-you d-d-doing?"

>An obvious terror filled her voice.

>"Nevermind what he's doing! We don't even know what he is!", pipes up the orange pegasus.

>"We should take him to Fluttershy!" Squeaks the white unicorn. "She'll know what to do!"

"Who now?"

>The three of them gasp in unison

>"YOU CAN TALK?!"

"... Apparently......."

 

 

>"Wow!" exclaims the pony with a bow. "Ah thought you were just some overgrown monkey!"

>"He doesn't look like much of a monkey..." says the unicorn.

>"'Course he does! He's got the fingers an' everything! Plus, his face looks kinda monkey-ish, don'cha thank?"

>"I just wanna know why he's stuffing his face full of our snacks!" says the pegasus, with more than a little hint of indignation.

"Oops... Sorry girls, I haven't had real food in a while." You say apologetically.

"All I've had to eat were these."

>You take out your remaining MRE, only a little scrapling of chicken left.

>The pony with a bow takes a whiff.

>"YUCK!"

"I know, right? And that's about all i have left. Look I'm so sorry for taking your dessert. Is there any way i can make it up to you girls?"

>"Oh that's alright. Say, What's your name?"

"Anon"

>"Mine's Applebloom!"

>"Sweetie belle!"

>"Scootaloo!"

>"and together..."

>They recite what seems to be an entire intro, as if it's some sort of club

>Turns out they're looking for these things called "Cutie marks"

>You have no idea in hell what those are, but y'know what? You just made your first friends in this odd place.

>And that meant a lot