Title:           Corporal Anon: Ch 4
Author:          CorporalAnon
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First Edit:      Thursday 25th of October 2012 01:32:25 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 25th of October 2012 01:32:25 AM CDT

>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