Title: The Story That Never Was - Chapter 24 Author: Shermanator Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/UVgCN5dH First Edit: Thursday 20th of December 2012 02:23:43 AM CDT Last Edit: Thursday 20th of December 2012 02:23:43 AM CDT >>You have to admit to yourself >>And you never thought you would >>Pinkie is... kind of okay >>Talkative, annoying, nosy and obtrusive >>She had no concept of personal space >>But she had good intentions >>You can't find fault in that >>With your shift over, you turn down another offer to stay the night at Sugarcube Corner >>A little Pinkie went a long way, after all >>You get home, and have a surprisingly easy time of it >>No Lyra >>No BonBon >>None of the usual culprits >>You happily shower >>Eat a little cereal >>And lie down in your welcoming bed >>You felt oddly comfortable that Luna was somewhere up there, hard at work making sure the world was right >>Nothing could go wrong   >>There is a rustling >>Yeah, something is definitely rustling >>Your eyes popped open >>Lyra stood over you, glaring straight down into your face >>You furrow your eyebrows >>There's something different about her. You can see it in her expression Okay, this has gone on far enouMMF!! >>A hoof came to your mouth and filled your lips, making it impossible to talk >>Or call for help >>She parted her lips >>Oh, God, is this a rape thing? >>This is a rape thing, isn't it? >>You're ready to give Lyra the same treatment as you do to Applejack >>Your right fist bares itself, you draw it back >>You imagine right hook across her jaw will put her right out   >>Lyra slams her other front hood into the crook of your right elbow >>“No no, none of that~!” >>She smirks evilly at you >>“Is that any way to treat your...” >>“biggest fan?” >>Her unicorn horn glows >>Despite your increased struggling, she touches it to your forehead >>You go out like a light >>This shit is getting old   >>It feels like an instant to you >>Light floods your consciousness >>Groggy, as per usual in these situations >>But, at least, it was a more pleasant experience than being punched out >>Come to think of it >>Why was it that you were the toughest son of a bitch in Ponyville, but it never mattered? >>Always getting your shit rocked >>Oh well, it isn't like you were actually meaning to do harm to ponies like BonBon >>You're a nice guy, after all >>And the fight circuit is extinct >>No place for any of that, anymore >>As your wherewithal returns to you, you find yourself in a wooden room >>Some sort of shed? >>Smells like it >>You push yourself up onto your knees >>She shed is well lit by wax candles arranged in some sort of pattern >>And, in your horror, you find yourself in the center of a large, circular glyph chalked into the ground >>You attempt to recoil, but heavy chains bolted to the floor yank you to a stop   >>You fall back to your knees >>“You will find that's quite useless” >>A familiar voice >>You crank your attention around to see Lyra >>She is using her magic to move a series of potions that orbit her >>Those magical auroras gripping the objects and drifting them through the air is all too common What is all this? >>You ask, not amused >>She calmly looks at you before returning to her work >>“You're in my workshop. Many Unicorns have them. At least, those who are interested in furthering our racial talents.” >>You should have been able to tell by the books that were splayed out >>No doubt the stuff of wizards >>On second thought, you inspect the books closer >>Many of the piled tomes and codeces are titles you yourself have shelved in Twilight's library >>She hoofs over a page in her book and calculates some sort of measurement, causing her potions to pour into one another Okay. What is this, some sort of rape thing? >>She stops her work and looks at you for a moment before sneering >>“Ugh” >>“Pretentious” >>She waves a hoof at you >>“Yes, I know of your... 'issues' here in Equestria. I assure you that you will not have to worry about them soon enough.” >>You cringe What? >>Her work never stops, even while she's talking >>“I told you. I am a human in spirit.” >>Oh, not this shit again >>You shake your head and look to the ground, chortling >>She takes obvious offense >>Lyra slams a hoof down on the work bench >>“Oh, you think it's funny, do you?!” >>You silence yourself at her outburst >>“I have lived countless cycles in a world not meant for me! So your coming here was most fortuitous.” >>You raise an eyebrow and look at her inquisitively   >>“I will be doing us both a service, Anonymous.” >>She grins wickedly, lowering the empty phials from her orbit and holding one in particular to the light >>“Good! It's almost ready...” >>A knife was levitated, and with one quick swipe she broke the skin the meat of her arm, wringing a stream of crimson liquid into the concoction >>You cringe What the hell is that? >>She swirls it around, ensuring a good mix before making her way to you >>With the knife This makes you uneasy >>And you try to escape yet again >>And fail, yet again >>“You will see” >>She gets right in front of you and, in an instant, the knife slashes against your cheek >>It leaves a clean, red gash >>You cringe at the cold feeling that runs through your flesh >>She holds the phial under your wound, contributing your blood to it >>With a gentle mix, there is a poof of arcane power that exudes from the lips of the phial >>“You see, Anon...” >>She explains >>Her horn glows >>No will save >>You are dragged across the floor over to her, uncomfortably close >>A magical aurora overtakes you >>Any attempt to move against it brings you an electric pain >>“...My legacy is written in the heavenly bodies of both of our worlds. How kind of fate to bring a man so willing to throw away his humanity to me!”   >>Your eyes go wide What are you saying?! >>She frowns at you >>“Well, I guess no one said the bearer of my vessel would be very smart. After all, you fell right into my 'innocence' act without so much as a question.” >>“What I mean, dear Anon, is...” >>Suddenly there is a knocking on the door of the shed >>“LYRA! Put down your books and come eat dinner!” >>Who the hell? >>Lyra puts a hoof to your mouth >>“STOP TELLING ME HOW TO LIVE MY FUCKING LIFE, BONBON!” >>Celestia, this woman screams like a harpy >>You hear a sigh through the walls and retreating hoof falls >>Lyra looks at you with disgust when the coast is clear >>She removes her hoof from your mouth, and the phial is forced in its place >>The disgusting contents are emptied half way into your mouth before they run down your throat AUGH! >>You protest >>Lyra walks away from you before partaking in the rest herself >>She was far less effected by the fowl taste >>“You've taken your human body for granted, Anon. I deserve to be human FAR more than you EVER will!” >>Her horn begins to glow >>She smirks >>The chalk glyph that you stand upon reacts by glowing the same mint green that she is >>Oh, Celestia >>“It's a shame that you didn't take better care of that body for me. Oh well, it will heal.” >>Your eyes widen and you clench your hands around your neck >>But soon, you lose control of your body >>This strange sensation leaves you struggling to comprehend what is going on >>Your soul is wrenched, forcibly pulled out by an arcane magnetism that you cannot resist >>But you try >>Because you are Anonymous >>You attempt to defy the pull through force of will alone >>Lyra chortles at your attempts   >>“How futile. But at least you have spirit.” >>“You will do well as a pony” >>Your gaseous spirit is yanked free through your mouth >>As is Lyra's, through hers >>The two of you pass one another midway >>And before long, you black out   >>This shit is getting really, REALLY old >>How many times have you been down this road? >>“Lyra?” >>Light floods your consciousness Uhnn... >>You groan >>Wait Uhnn... >>You repeat >>“Oh! Good! You're alright! Lyra, you had me so worried!” >>What the... >>You wake up abruptly as you roll over and crash on the floor >>“Oh! Be careful, sweetie!” >>You look up to find that BonBon was cradling you in her lap >>Scream out of unbridled terror at the presence of BonBon the destroyer and attempt to get back on your feet >>But you fall on your flank >>“Lyra? Honey?” >>You are too consumed by fear and confusion to answer >>What the hell are all these feels?! >>You hold your 'hands' up and look into them >>Two mint green marshmallows follow your commands >>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oOEuY5lWENg