The Wild Ride [prologue pt. 2]

The Wild Ride [Prologue part 2]

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>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=me43s7TBWEg

>wake up

>night time

>you are in a bed

>not yours, though

>so you woke up inside of a dream?

>inception.wav

>try to get up

>you notice that you can't move your arms or legs

>look at left arm

>it's tied to the bed post

>oh fuck

>same is with your other arm and your legs

>shitshitshit

>once you get out of this, you're gonna beat the fuck out of the guy who gave you that bottle of vodka the other week

>you keep struggling to get yourself free

>it's no use, whoever tied you up clearly knows their shit

>you shift around and you feel that your pockets are still full

>you can't feel that familiar carton or lighter

>fuck

>at least you have your knife in your pocket

>damn shame you won't be able to reach it

 

>hear faint sound of clopping

>freeze

>try to observe the dark room that you are in

>the room appears to be circular

>you can make out several shelves with rows upon rows of books

>not a piece of wall that is not covered in books

>whoever kept you here must fucking love books

>clopping gets louder

>turn your head to the source

>there is a door just at the side of the room

>oh look, something without books on it

>door opens, you could see some sort of a funky quadrupedal silhouette

>WHATTHEFUCKISTHAT.txt

>it approaches you cautiously

>stay silent

>it's right next to you

>you could see that whatever this thing is, it looks like some kind of horse and it has a big head and large eyes, some kind of a bowl cut, and a short but pointy horn on it's head

>it's horn glows and the room gets illuminated with purple light just enough that you could see it's face better

>it appears feminine with a lavendar coat, purple hair with pink stripes, and deep purple eyes

>this bitch probably loves purple things, you bet her name has something to do with purple

>she clears her throat

>"Hello there, can you understand me?"

 

>your eyes widen

>that fucking horse just talked

>forget beating the shit outta that guy, you're going to slash his throat for slipping LSD into that bottle

What the hell?

>"Oh, so you can talk, too?"

Of course, how the hell can YOU talk? You're some kinda midget horse.

>she looks surprised

>"What? I'm not short. I'm a unicorn. What are YOU supposed to be, anyways?"

>unicorn?

>isn't that what little girls are always babbling about to their parents?

I'm a human. Why did you tie me up to this damned bed?

>"Sorry about that. It's just that we've never seen anyp0ny like you before, and-"

I do believe you mean anyBODY.

>"What?"

Last time I checked, humans aren't goddamned p0nies.

>"Okay, sorry."

>you grunt

>"My name is Twilight Sparkle. What's your name?"

>that is the gayest fucking name you have ever heard

>you stay silent because this fucking thing tied you up and you have no idea where you are

Anonymous. You can call me anon.

 

>"That's a weird name."

Doesn't mean shit, coming from a p0ny with 'sparkle' in her name.

>she is taken aback

>"Excuse me?"

Nothing. Listen, do you have my cigs?

>"Cigs? What are those?"

>godfuckingdammit this cunt doesn't know what cigarettes are

>you bet she's some kind of little kid

Ugh, nevermind. Could you untie me or something? I hate ropes.

>"Sorry anon, I have to make sure you're not dangerous first."

>you give her a cold glare

>although it does kinda make sense, that would be like if some kinda alien thing showed up in your city, whoever finds it first would either have it killed or at least make sure they won't kill everything else

...Yeah, sure.

>"So... you're safe?"

That's what I said.

>she breathes a sigh of relief

>"Oh thank Celestia."

>whodat

>she unties you and you sit up slowly in the bed

>you realize that it's fucking tiny

 

>look this p0ny thing right in the eyes

>you're sitting down, so it's just slightly taller than you

>"You wouldn't mind if I study you for a bit, would you?"

>she looks like she's searching for the right words

>...You know, so we know where you came from and what your species is like."

>oh boy here we go

>begrudgingly agree

>"Okay, good. Don't worry, I'll try to make this as brief as I can."

>her horn glows some more, and a quill, inkwell, and a scroll floats over

>holy shit what

How are those floating?

>she looks at you as if you're a little kid that asked her the stupidest fucking question

>"Duh, it's magic."

Magic?

Magic don't exist.

>her face goes blank

>"...you mean you've never seen magic before?"

Of course not, there's no such thing as magic.

>"But-but how did you get here?"

I dunno, I was drunk. As far as I could tell, this is the trippiest dream that I've ever had.

>she looks at you some more

>starts scribbling notes on the parchment

 

>several hours go by, you tell her as much as you can remember about how shit works in your world

>technology, religions, politics, science, all that shit

>of course, you never cared much for religions and politics so you just kept that shit brief

>apparently this place works under a monarchy, the sun and the moon are controlled by the rulers, and there is no such thing as electricity

>there also appears to be three main species in this land- earth p0nies, unicorns and pegasai

>earth p0nes are good at farming, unicorns can do magic shit and pegasai can control the weather

>this sounds like a fucking fairy tale

>she seems a bit worried about how everything in your world just -happens- on it's own and there's nothing there to control it

>no shit, too many things are being controlled here

>it's like a sheltered country full of the whitest fucking people in the world

>you bet that these p0nies have never even heard of war

 

>after getting her notes organized, she tells you to follow her out the door

>the light is on in there, you thought she said that they have no electricity

>must be that magic shit

>it leads into another room, where surprise surprise, the walls are fucking covered in books

>must have a book fetish or something

>Twilight mentions something about getting her assistant to send a letter to the princess, but you weren't paying attention

>you walk up to a shelf and pull out a random book

>you open it and try to read it

>nothing but weird-ass symbols that vaguely look like English

>you hear hoofbeats behind you and you turn around to see purple p0ne coming down the stairs

>"I didn't know you liked astronomy, Anon."

>this is astronomy?

Actually, I can't even read this. I didn't even know what book this was.

>she is standing next to you right now

>"There's a telescope on the cover."

>you close it, and sure enough there's a telescope

Huh.

>"If you want, I can get somep0ny to teach you how to read Equestrian."

That would be very nice.

>"While we're at it, I can introduce you to my friends in the morning. That way, you can get a job and some new clothes, and also get some food too."

>you realize that you have had nothing to eat all day

Sounds like a plan.

 

>you remember that your cigs are gone and your hands are really shaky right now

Hey Twilight, when I was knocked out outside of town, you didn't happen to spot a small carton and some metal thing, did you?

>"Actually, I think I did. Hold on a second."

>she turns and trots up the stairs, leaving you in the room

>after a moment of waiting, she comes back down with your cigs and zippo floating around her

>"Here you go, Anon. What are these, anyways? I tried studying them, but I really can't see what you find so important about rolled up paper and some kind of tinderbox.

It's a cigarette. You roll up some tobacco and then you light it. You inhale the smoke, and it calms you down.

>she gives you a worried glance

>"I don't think it's healthy to inhale smoke like that."

Well, you're a sharp one.

>that struck a nerve

>"are you insulting me?"

Nope. Do you mind if I step outside for a bit? I really need to light one for a bit.

>"Uh... sure. Can I... study how this works?"

>stare

...Sure.

 

>it's dark outside

>you exit the building with the p0ny behind you, put the cig in your mouth and flick the zippo for a few minutes while you try and get a flame

>she just fucking looks at you flicking the damn thing before she steps up to you

>"Um... let me get that for you."

>her horn glows and a tiny flame appears in front of your cigarette, lighting it

Thanks.

>take a long drag

>feel yourself calming down

>blow out the smoke

>she fucking starts coughing up a storm

>goddamn casual

>"Ugh, that smells horrible! How could you breathe that?!"

Dunno, I just got used to it, I guess.

>"Okay fine, you keep doing that. I'm going inside."

I thought you wanted to stud-

>door slams in front of you

Fucking cunt.

 

>after five minutes, you finish

>drop cigarette on the ground, stepping on it and then kicking some dirt over the butt to bury it

>you look up to realise that this is the tree you stopped at earlier today

>a pony living in a tree with a shitload of books?

Hot damn, this is getting weirder and weirder every minute

>go back inside

>Twilight is writing some more notes

>she smells the smoke that stuck to your clothes and turns around

>"You smell really bad, Anon."

I can't help it, the smoke sticks to things.

>she looks at you with worry and disgust

>"Oh no no no. I'm not letting you stay my library and talk to my friends if you smell like you're on fire. The bathroom is upstairs, you can clean yourself up there."

>library?

>well that explains the books

>wait why the fuck is there a bathroom inside of a library?

>shrug and go upstairs anyway, this place is too weird for you to comprehend

>shit and shower

>no razors on you and you like your beard anyways, no need to shave

>come back downstairs and Twilight leads you back to the room you woke up in

>it's the guest room

>goddamn p0ny lives in a library, if she's not a librarian then she must REALLY fucking love books

>the bed is so goddamn tiny but you manage to fit yourself by curling into fetal position

>after a few minutes of closing your eyes, you drift out of consciousness

 

[End of Prologue part 2]