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# SOS-Repossession Paralogue (WIP)

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1. >You don’t know how long you’ve been trudging across the damp cave floor in complete darkness. Your flashlight casts blessed light into the blackness ahead, its beam a tether to sanity. The air around you carries a haunting tune to your ears from all directions; your bat pony guide finding her way through the cave by sound alone. The melody isn’t objectionable, and you’re thankful that it isn’t mindless shrieking like bats from Earth, but it doesn’t do much to alleviate the apprehensive atmosphere.
3. >“Are you sure you don’t want to let your eyes adjust?” Tenebrae pauses her song to ask
5. “You’re not even using your eyes to get around, how would I be able to?”
7. >“Well, I offered to guide you more physically.”
9. >More intimately would be an accurate phrase, you thought; Tenebrae offered to take you into the cave with your hand on her rump for the whole trip. Even with no romantic context at all you still felt embarrassed just thinking about it. You don’t casually fondle your friends’ butts. “No, I’m still going to pass on that.”
11. >“Suit yourself,” you can almost hear her shrugging through her tone, “I think you’ll find that flashlight more awkward than you suspect soon.” The bat pony resumes her tune. So far the only awkward thing about the flashlight is the condensation that gathers on the metal surfaces.
13. >You adjust your grip on the flashlight in one hand, then the airsoft pistol in the other. Plastic pellets aren’t the best examples of stopping power you’ve carried and Luna requested you carry no weapons or even weapon lookalikes around her entourage, but you weren’t going to head off on this mysterious journey without at least some semblance of self-protection. It’s comforting being able to point the business-end of something that carries a warning label at the random noises that spook you.
15. >Frequently, those noises have taken on the sounds of strange fluttering in the darkness. Wingbeats belonging to creatures far larger than you’d like to contemplate penetrate Tenebrae’s hymn to the darkness here and there, and the arm holding your pistol is getting a good amount of exercise from flailing in every direction. You swear every so often you see flashes of color in the darkness, but it’s probably just your eyes playing tricks on you.
17. >In front of the shaft of light before you flutters a strange string. You pause your progress, kneeling down to examine it.
19. >“Anon?” Tenebrae asks, her hearing good enough to easily pick up when you stop moving.
21. “One sec, found something interesting,” >you reply, picking up the string in your hands. It isn’t artificial, a single filament instead of a tiny braided rope of smaller strands. While very smooth to the touch, some portions are coated in a sticky substance.
23. >“What is it?” the bat pony asks, backtracking to appear by your side. When she lays eyes on what you’re holding, though, she smiles. “Ah, not far now. Look up.”
25. >You swing the flashlight up to shine the beam at the cave ceiling. Immediately above you is a large ball of silk, tethered to the ceiling by a think bundle of the material. As your mind races to think what must be trapped inside such a construct, you feel a very firm nudge against your leg.
27. “Get back!” >you shout as much for yourself as for Tenebrae. You scramble back towards the bat pony and fire three pellets in the direction you your hidden assailant, dropping your flashlight to aim with both hands. There is no cry of pain from the darkness, not even a grunt from a creature annoyed by the ineffective attack. The pellets disappear with the sound they make when hitting carpet, not skin or cloth.
29. >Whatever creature was there, it was much closer to your flashlight than you now were. The tool rocked back and forth on the cave floor about six feet away, uselessly shining light against a wall to your right. From beyond the beam you hear that strange fluttering noise again, much louder than before. A streak of orange flashes across the darkness and you fall on your backside besides Tenebrae in fright. Another five pellets sail into the darkness as you fire wildly in the general direction of the noise. The only sound returning to you is Tenebrae’s snickering.
31. >“Don’t be so scared! If anything wanted to eat you in this cave it already would have!”
33. “I think something just tried,” >you say, but take a few seconds to catch your breath and calm down.
35. >In that time a tan-colored object inches into the beam of your flashlight. You can just make out a pony-like snout before the creature nudges the flashlight, rolling it around to point directly in your face. You shield your eyes before Tenebrae’s leathery wings stretch out to cover both her face and yours from the bright light. The tool is within range of your feet now though, and you quickly extend a leg to kick it back towards you. With your salvation once again in hand, you lean on Tenebrae to stand.
37. >“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Tenebrae asks. You shine the flashlight at her, catching the smirk on her face. Only with her whole body visible do you realize where you just put your hand to get up. You hope she can’t see your red cheeks in the darkness.
39. >You turn the flashlight on the space you saw the nose before you were able to recover the flashlight. Only the same cavern surfaces as usual are illuminated. Sweeping the light across the cave floor reveals nothing. Tenebrae resumes her haunting humming and walks further into the twisting passages once more, and slowly you turn to follow her.
41. >The sound of four hooves hitting stone comes from behind. You feel another nudge, this time in the small of your back.
43. >You quickly spin and shine the flashlight down, and are met by a huge wall of color. Two giant glowing eyes stare back at you from the pillars streaked with browns, oranges, and blood reds.
45. >“Wait!” something calls out from the dark as you turn and run full-tilt for your bat pony guide. You slam into Tenebrae’s rear, tumbling over her and sprawling out on the stone in front of her.
47. >“The offer wasn’t that sort of an invitation, Anon. A mare likes to go on a date first.”
49. >You give the bat pony a dirty look you’re positive she can’t see. “There’s something back there, stalking us.”
51. >“I’m not stalking you!” the high-pitched voice behind you calls. “I just wanted to say hi!”
53. >Tenebrae bursts out laughing, falling at your feet. She paws at the air blindly unable to contain herself, before finally striking your thigh urging you towards the voice. “Just… just go Anon! I can’t… hah, I can’t believe you thought…” the bat pony gives in to another giggle fit.
55. >You shine the light in the direction of the voice, and are met with an odd sight. In the most basic sense, it was a pony. She was the same size and shape, four legs with hooves, a head far too large for her body, and eyes equally poorly proportioned. But this pony was covered in very thick fur with a sheen you’ve never seen before. Two feathery antennae sprouted from her head, very distinct from her mane. Four long flat wings sprouted from her back, each carrying a pattern of bright colors and a reflective spot towards the end. That explains the ‘glowing eyes’.
57. >You stare at the pony for several seconds, before calmly lifting your pistol and shooting it point-blank in the chest. The pellet vanishes into the thick fur with barely a sound. Instead of yelping in pain like most ponies would if you hit them at this range, this one just looks down at her chest, and back up at your gun.
59. >“Hey that kinda tickles. What is it?”
61. “Oh, this is uh… it’s a toy, really,” >you respond, still trying to digest the sight of this creature. You lower the flashlight to your side, illuminating the ground the strange pony stood on, so you wouldn’t be blinding her.
63. >“Oh, that’s neat! You can tickle people from… really… far…” the furry pony tails off as her gaze follows your flashlight when you move it. She starts walking towards you slowly, as if in a trance
65. >“I told you,” Tenebrae speaks up, “The flashlight can get awkward. All the moth ponies get a little silly around them. One of the reasons Luna doesn’t work with them much, despite them being just as much family to her as we are.”
67. >Moth pony? Well that makes a lot of sense of her strange appearance. “So she’s attracted to the light. I enjoy being able to see, is there anything we can do about it?” >You wave the flashlight around slowly and watch as the pony before you follows it with her head like she was half-alseep.
69. >“Actually, yes, thanks to you! Your work so far has given us some ideas and I was hoping we’d get to test them here.” Out of her saddlebags Tenebrae pulls a pair of what looked like pony sunglasses. “Come on Silk Touch, snap out of it,” she says to the moth pony, and puts the glasses over her face. Walking back to you, Tenebrae takes out a dark disk and slaps it over your flashlight, cutting the output in half. “Keep the tab pointing up,” she says, tapping a portion of the disk jutting outward. “Maybe pointing down works too? I don’t know how this stuff works, just relaying orders.”
71. >The disk was a polarization filter, you realized. The moth pony must be wearing polarized sunglasses. You had described your own pair to Twilight shortly after you had arrived in Equestria. Silk Touch shouldn’t be able to see your flashlight’s beam now.
73. >“Silk?” you ask, shining the light back on her. You wave it around slowly again, seeing if it still holds her attention.
75. >“Hi!” the moth pony snaps back to reality. She appears completely oblivious to your meandering light source now. “I’ve never seen someone like you before! What’s your name?” Silk cocks her head, the act alerting her to the glasses Tenebrae slipped over her face.
77. >She moves to take them off but Tenebrae darts over and pushes them back on. “That’s Anon, a very good friend of Luna’s.”
79. >“Is Anon one of the moon-people?!” comes a cry behind you. You spin and turn the flashlight on whoever may be there. Another moth pony, a stallion this time, stands not too far away from you. “Oh my gosh, this is wonde-“ The pony cuts off when he catches sight of your flashlight, and closes what little distance is between you in a trance-like walk until he bumps into your stomach. His long antennae tickle your nose, and only when you swat them out of your face does he respond again. “Oh wow. It’s such a pleasure to finally meet you!”
81. >Tenebrae walks over and puts another pair of sunglasses on the newcomer. “Yes he is, but it’s a bit more complicated than that. I’m sorry about coming around unannounced, but Anon showed us some pretty neat things from Luna’s collection and we wanted to try them out.”
83. >“Oh that’s fine,” Silk responds. “That explains why Luna hasn’t stopped by lately. Tell her to visit again soon for us!”
85. >“I will,” Tenebrae smiles, “and I will soon; we need to get going. Anon doesn’t like the dark as much as we do.” The bat pony is already walking away when you shine the light on her, and you hustle to catch up.
87. >“Oh we can walk you out!” Silk says behind you, and the two moth ponies flutter up to either side of you. You wave your flashlight around their bespectacled faces. They smile at you cheerfully, not even noticing the light.
89. >“So is it true you came from the Moon?” Silk asks as you walk back out of the caves.
91. “Not really. I mean, I came here… through the moon? I don’t know; it’s hard to explain.” >You weren’t too inclined on launching into your whole arrival story with these strange ponies.
93. >“But what about what Luna saw when she was trapped there?”
95. “We’ve been to the moon. My people have, I mean, but we don’t live there or anything. It was like a one-time thing, just to show we can. ‘Oh look, a big rock in the sky, let’s poke it.’”
97. >“I’d like to poke the moon sometime, but it’s awfully far away. Princess Luna said it was terribly cold up there, though, and rocky and boring. She didn’t like it, but it must be so bright!”
99. >The voice came from further over your head than before. You shine the light to your right, finding the cave wall closer than you expected. You track the beam up the wall until you see Silk Touch. The mothmare is walking along the wall as if it was just more floor. When you stop in bewilderment, she looks down at you and smiles warmly.

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>You don’t know how long you’ve been trudging across the damp cave floor in complete darkness. Your flashlight casts blessed light into the blackness ahead, its beam a tether to sanity. The air around you carries a haunting tune to your ears from all directions; your bat pony guide finding her way through the cave by sound alone. The melody isn’t objectionable, and you’re thankful that it isn’t mindless shrieking like bats from Earth, but it doesn’t do much to alleviate the apprehensive atmosphere. >“Are you sure you don’t want to let your eyes adjust?” Tenebrae pauses her song to ask “You’re not even using your eyes to get around, how would I be able to?” >“Well, I offered to guide you more physically.” >More intimately would be an accurate phrase, you thought; Tenebrae offered to take you into the cave with your hand on her rump for the whole trip. Even with no romantic context at all you still felt embarrassed just thinking about it. You don’t casually fondle your friends’ butts. “No, I’m still going to pass on that.” >“Suit yourself,” you can almost hear her shrugging through her tone, “I think you’ll find that flashlight more awkward than you suspect soon.” The bat pony resumes her tune. So far the only awkward thing about the flashlight is the condensation that gathers on the metal surfaces. >You adjust your grip on the flashlight in one hand, then the airsoft pistol in the other. Plastic pellets aren’t the best examples of stopping power you’ve carried and Luna requested you carry no weapons or even weapon lookalikes around her entourage, but you weren’t going to head off on this mysterious journey without at least some semblance of self-protection. It’s comforting being able to point the business-end of something that carries a warning label at the random noises that spook you. >Frequently, those noises have taken on the sounds of strange fluttering in the darkness. Wingbeats belonging to creatures far larger than you’d like to contemplate penetrate Tenebrae’s hymn to the darkness here and there, and the arm holding your pistol is getting a good amount of exercise from flailing in every direction. You swear every so often you see flashes of color in the darkness, but it’s probably just your eyes playing tricks on you. >In front of the shaft of light before you flutters a strange string. You pause your progress, kneeling down to examine it. >“Anon?” Tenebrae asks, her hearing good enough to easily pick up when you stop moving. “One sec, found something interesting,” >you reply, picking up the string in your hands. It isn’t artificial, a single filament instead of a tiny braided rope of smaller strands. While very smooth to the touch, some portions are coated in a sticky substance. >“What is it?” the bat pony asks, backtracking to appear by your side. When she lays eyes on what you’re holding, though, she smiles. “Ah, not far now. Look up.” >You swing the flashlight up to shine the beam at the cave ceiling. Immediately above you is a large ball of silk, tethered to the ceiling by a think bundle of the material. As your mind races to think what must be trapped inside such a construct, you feel a very firm nudge against your leg. “Get back!” >you shout as much for yourself as for Tenebrae. You scramble back towards the bat pony and fire three pellets in the direction you your hidden assailant, dropping your flashlight to aim with both hands. There is no cry of pain from the darkness, not even a grunt from a creature annoyed by the ineffective attack. The pellets disappear with the sound they make when hitting carpet, not skin or cloth. >Whatever creature was there, it was much closer to your flashlight than you now were. The tool rocked back and forth on the cave floor about six feet away, uselessly shining light against a wall to your right. From beyond the beam you hear that strange fluttering noise again, much louder than before. A streak of orange flashes across the darkness and you fall on your backside besides Tenebrae in fright. Another five pellets sail into the darkness as you fire wildly in the general direction of the noise. The only sound returning to you is Tenebrae’s snickering. >“Don’t be so scared! If anything wanted to eat you in this cave it already would have!” “I think something just tried,” >you say, but take a few seconds to catch your breath and calm down. >In that time a tan-colored object inches into the beam of your flashlight. You can just make out a pony-like snout before the creature nudges the flashlight, rolling it around to point directly in your face. You shield your eyes before Tenebrae’s leathery wings stretch out to cover both her face and yours from the bright light. The tool is within range of your feet now though, and you quickly extend a leg to kick it back towards you. With your salvation once again in hand, you lean on Tenebrae to stand. >“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Tenebrae asks. You shine the flashlight at her, catching the smirk on her face. Only with her whole body visible do you realize where you just put your hand to get up. You hope she can’t see your red cheeks in the darkness. >You turn the flashlight on the space you saw the nose before you were able to recover the flashlight. Only the same cavern surfaces as usual are illuminated. Sweeping the light across the cave floor reveals nothing. Tenebrae resumes her haunting humming and walks further into the twisting passages once more, and slowly you turn to follow her. >The sound of four hooves hitting stone comes from behind. You feel another nudge, this time in the small of your back. >You quickly spin and shine the flashlight down, and are met by a huge wall of color. Two giant glowing eyes stare back at you from the pillars streaked with browns, oranges, and blood reds. >“Wait!” something calls out from the dark as you turn and run full-tilt for your bat pony guide. You slam into Tenebrae’s rear, tumbling over her and sprawling out on the stone in front of her. >“The offer wasn’t that sort of an invitation, Anon. A mare likes to go on a date first.” >You give the bat pony a dirty look you’re positive she can’t see. “There’s something back there, stalking us.” >“I’m not stalking you!” the high-pitched voice behind you calls. “I just wanted to say hi!” >Tenebrae bursts out laughing, falling at your feet. She paws at the air blindly unable to contain herself, before finally striking your thigh urging you towards the voice. “Just… just go Anon! I can’t… hah, I can’t believe you thought…” the bat pony gives in to another giggle fit. >You shine the light in the direction of the voice, and are met with an odd sight. In the most basic sense, it was a pony. She was the same size and shape, four legs with hooves, a head far too large for her body, and eyes equally poorly proportioned. But this pony was covered in very thick fur with a sheen you’ve never seen before. Two feathery antennae sprouted from her head, very distinct from her mane. Four long flat wings sprouted from her back, each carrying a pattern of bright colors and a reflective spot towards the end. That explains the ‘glowing eyes’. >You stare at the pony for several seconds, before calmly lifting your pistol and shooting it point-blank in the chest. The pellet vanishes into the thick fur with barely a sound. Instead of yelping in pain like most ponies would if you hit them at this range, this one just looks down at her chest, and back up at your gun. >“Hey that kinda tickles. What is it?” “Oh, this is uh… it’s a toy, really,” >you respond, still trying to digest the sight of this creature. You lower the flashlight to your side, illuminating the ground the strange pony stood on, so you wouldn’t be blinding her. >“Oh, that’s neat! You can tickle people from… really… far…” the furry pony tails off as her gaze follows your flashlight when you move it. She starts walking towards you slowly, as if in a trance >“I told you,” Tenebrae speaks up, “The flashlight can get awkward. All the moth ponies get a little silly around them. One of the reasons Luna doesn’t work with them much, despite them being just as much family to her as we are.” >Moth pony? Well that makes a lot of sense of her strange appearance. “So she’s attracted to the light. I enjoy being able to see, is there anything we can do about it?” >You wave the flashlight around slowly and watch as the pony before you follows it with her head like she was half-alseep. >“Actually, yes, thanks to you! Your work so far has given us some ideas and I was hoping we’d get to test them here.” Out of her saddlebags Tenebrae pulls a pair of what looked like pony sunglasses. “Come on Silk Touch, snap out of it,” she says to the moth pony, and puts the glasses over her face. Walking back to you, Tenebrae takes out a dark disk and slaps it over your flashlight, cutting the output in half. “Keep the tab pointing up,” she says, tapping a portion of the disk jutting outward. “Maybe pointing down works too? I don’t know how this stuff works, just relaying orders.” >The disk was a polarization filter, you realized. The moth pony must be wearing polarized sunglasses. You had described your own pair to Twilight shortly after you had arrived in Equestria. Silk Touch shouldn’t be able to see your flashlight’s beam now. >“Silk?” you ask, shining the light back on her. You wave it around slowly again, seeing if it still holds her attention. >“Hi!” the moth pony snaps back to reality. She appears completely oblivious to your meandering light source now. “I’ve never seen someone like you before! What’s your name?” Silk cocks her head, the act alerting her to the glasses Tenebrae slipped over her face. >She moves to take them off but Tenebrae darts over and pushes them back on. “That’s Anon, a very good friend of Luna’s.” >“Is Anon one of the moon-people?!” comes a cry behind you. You spin and turn the flashlight on whoever may be there. Another moth pony, a stallion this time, stands not too far away from you. “Oh my gosh, this is wonde-“ The pony cuts off when he catches sight of your flashlight, and closes what little distance is between you in a trance-like walk until he bumps into your stomach. His long antennae tickle your nose, and only when you swat them out of your face does he respond again. “Oh wow. It’s such a pleasure to finally meet you!” >Tenebrae walks over and puts another pair of sunglasses on the newcomer. “Yes he is, but it’s a bit more complicated than that. I’m sorry about coming around unannounced, but Anon showed us some pretty neat things from Luna’s collection and we wanted to try them out.” >“Oh that’s fine,” Silk responds. “That explains why Luna hasn’t stopped by lately. Tell her to visit again soon for us!” >“I will,” Tenebrae smiles, “and I will soon; we need to get going. Anon doesn’t like the dark as much as we do.” The bat pony is already walking away when you shine the light on her, and you hustle to catch up. >“Oh we can walk you out!” Silk says behind you, and the two moth ponies flutter up to either side of you. You wave your flashlight around their bespectacled faces. They smile at you cheerfully, not even noticing the light. >“So is it true you came from the Moon?” Silk asks as you walk back out of the caves. “Not really. I mean, I came here… through the moon? I don’t know; it’s hard to explain.” >You weren’t too inclined on launching into your whole arrival story with these strange ponies. >“But what about what Luna saw when she was trapped there?” “We’ve been to the moon. My people have, I mean, but we don’t live there or anything. It was like a one-time thing, just to show we can. ‘Oh look, a big rock in the sky, let’s poke it.’” >“I’d like to poke the moon sometime, but it’s awfully far away. Princess Luna said it was terribly cold up there, though, and rocky and boring. She didn’t like it, but it must be so bright!” >The voice came from further over your head than before. You shine the light to your right, finding the cave wall closer than you expected. You track the beam up the wall until you see Silk Touch. The mothmare is walking along the wall as if it was just more floor. When you stop in bewilderment, she looks down at you and smiles warmly.