>You go through two large double doors.
>A nice change of pace since you’ve been ducking under doors for a while now.
>There’s a white horse only slightly larger than the one guiding you.
>She has pink hair and wears gold jewelery.
>She has a rather snooty frown on her face.
>”So thou art the one who besieged the castle and desecrated Our sister’s hooves with your bile?”
>Her tone made her seem like the self-imFportant type.
 
“Pardon me, but would ya’ll mind speakin’ English?”
 
>”Our dialect is perfectly clear, strange creature.”
 
“No, it ain’t. Now I don’t know about what this besegin’ shit is, but I’m gonna recon you wanna know how I got in here.”
 
>”That is correct. And you will refer to Us with the proper ‘Your Highness’, hairless monkey.”
 
“I told your sister here I ain’t taking shit from no talkin’ horses. I’m a Texan, and I’ve got mah pride. As to how I got here, I was thinkin’ you’d know. One second I’m drinkin’ my ass off, next I’m here.”
 
>You cross your arms.
>You aren’t taking shit from a horse.
>You did enough cleaning it up back home.
>”We do not have the time for your attitude. Sister! Deal with this hairless chimpanzee. We must settle a dispute between the Unicorns and the Pegasai.”
>White horse proudly trots off.
>”Yes sister.”
>When white horse is gone you turn back to navy horse.
 
“Co-Ruler, huh? Don’t seem like it.”
 
>Right on the mark.
>”All of Our subjects love and adore our sister, she who bringeth the sun to the sky under which all the ponies work and play.”
 
“And since ya’ll are only out and about durin’ th’ night they don’t pay ya’ll any mind.”
 
>”…We suppose that is correct.”
 
“So what’re ya gonna do with me now? Back to the cell?”
 
>”We were hoping to retire. However, it would seem Our sister has other plans.”
 
“Why don’t ya’ll go enjoy yer’ nap and I’ll keep an eye on things around here?”
 
>She looks wary, but the bags under her eyes say she needs some sleep.
>”…Very well, human. We shall retire. We are trusting you. Do not force us to destroy you as a result of sour actions on your part.”
 
“Ah understand.”
 
>You lean up against a pillar and lower your hat.
>Only way into the Princesses’ bedchambers was from here.
>Well, that’s what you could gather.
>And it did make sense.
>You take out your Revolver and spin the cylinder to help pass the time and ease boredom.
>That, and if anyone tries to fuck with you, you can drop em’ really quick.
>You look out the nearby window and view the city through stained glass.
>It’s still under construction, but it seems to be close to completion.
>The castle reminds you of the ones in schoolbooks, but it looks very new.
>The banners and what not all around are vivid.
>You aren’t one for standing around, however.
>You decide to poke around.
>Apparently this is a throne room without a throne.
>No shit, they’re horses.
>There really isn’t much to do.
>You remember part of your winnings was in fact the deck of cards.
>Sit on the floor.
>Shuffle deck, deal cards.
>Time for the ultimate time killer:
>Solitaire.
>Not a favorite of yours, but you’ve got nothing better to do.
>Deal the first hand.
>Starts off good, but craps out.
>Next hand.
>You get lucky and win this one.
>Several hands later, White Horse returns.
>”What art thou doing? Where is Our sister? We told her to watch you!”
 
“Playin’ Solitare, asleep. Hope that answered yer’ questions.”
 
>She uses some kind of magic to throw the cards into your face.
 
“Ah’ wasn’t done with that game.”
 
>”Thou art finished with it now.”
>You gather the cards, put them up, and stand.
>”Is there not something thou could do to be useful?”
>Oh now you’re mad.
 
“Now you listen here ya stupid horse. You know what my job was back in Texas? Farmhand. I worked with horses all day. I know what makes you tick.”
 
>”Do you now?”
 
“Yeah.”
 
>You draw your pistol and fire it into the air, causing a loud noise and instinctively sending the white horse rearing on her hind legs.
>Reload one bullet, spin the gun, and holster it.
 
“Loud noises freak ya out. Ain’t too princess-like rearin’ up like that is it?”
 
>She calms herself.
>”Is that so? Very well. We shall put you to work emptying the chamberpots of the prisons.”
 
“Over my dead body.”
 
>”We did not suggest. Guards!”
>You’re dragged off again, this time put to work.
 
>Night falls again and you find the guards watching you dismissed.
>It’s the navy horse again.
>”We apologize for Our sister’s… what didst thou sayeth to her?”
 
“Fired my gun. Gave her a scare. She ruined the game of Solitare I was playin’.”
 
>It’s obvious navy horse wants to laugh at her sister’s misfortune, but manages to keep composed.
>”That was rather uncalled for.”
>There’s the problem.
 
“And there’s your problem.”
 
>You lean against the wall and cross your arms.
 
“Ya’ll ain’t assertive enough. Ya’ll need to voice yer opinions an’ stop letting her push ya’ round’. Just cause’ yer younger don’t mean you gotta take shit.”
 
>You knew from personal experience; you had an older brother who had been like that.
>Until you knocked his ass out a few years back.
>Granted, he was hammered, but he still didn’t fuck with you again after that.
>However, these horses didn’t seem like the violent type.
>Wasn’t likely you could convince this one to go toe to toe with her sister.
>”But… Our sister is stronger than us.”
>She finally gets a good whiff of you.
>She cringes.
>”Come with Us. We shall show thee to thine room. And do please take a bath.”
>You’re led to a medium-sized bedroom with a bath connected to it.
 
“There’s a problem. I don’t have any clothes to change into.”
 
>”We will have a servant clean them whilst you clean yourself.”
 
“Alright then.”
 
>You head to the bath and strip down, tossing your dirty clothes out the door.
>You run the bath water and, once it’s full, get in.
>You soak yourself completely before you grab the block of soap and begin washing yourself.
>After you’re done, you let yourself relax and enjoy the bath.
>Water’s great, but you decide to get out before you turn into a raisin.
>You find a towel and dry off before you tie it around your waist.
>Soon a knock on the door is heard.
>”Excuse me Sir, but I have your… attire.”
>The voice is female.
>You go and get your clothes and the pony leaves.
>You close the door and put your clothes back on.
>They’re perfectly clean.
>In fact, you’re pretty sure they’ve never been as clean as this.
>Whatever they have is better than the laundry detergent you use back home.
>You suddenly feel the exhaustion of not having any sleep for what you guess was 24 hours.
>You manage to make your way to the lavish bed and collapse onto it.
 
>You’d never had a sleep that good before.
>In fact, you still didn’t want to get up.
>The mattress you had back home was OLD.
>Not exactly the most comfortable.
>This mattress… WHATEVER it was made of was incredibly soft, yourself sinking into it.
>There was a knock at your door.
 
“ooo is ih?”
 
>You ask, voice muffled by the pillow you were face down in.
>However, it was apparently clear enough for the one knocking to understand.
>The doorknob turned and you heard hooves on stone.
>”You have been asleep for over a day. We were… unsure as to what meal you would prefer eating, but We brought you food.”
>Your stomach growls at the word.
>It had been over 24 hours since you last ate.
>Strange, you should be starving.
>You manage to roll over onto your back and sit up.
>Groggy, you rub your eyes and look at the tray floating in the air.
>You rub your eyes agan.
>Grass, DAISIES, and some other flower in-between two slices of bread.
>Some sort of juice in a mug of some kind and an orange.
>The latter was edible, but a grass and flower sandwich?
 
“Do ya’ll even know what we humans eat?”
 
>”We.. We were going to ask thy preference, but We did not wish to interrupt your slumber.”
 
“First of all, Humans don’t eat grass or flowers. The orange’ll work, but we need meat for a balanced diet.”
 
>The tray hits the ground, spilling the juice onto the floor and sending the orange rolling under the bed.
>Her eyes are wide and her mouth is agape.
>A dead silence falls over the room.
>Oops, that’s right. Horses don’t eat meat.
>The concept of slaughtering animals for consumption is most likely taboo.
>You just got yourself into some deep shit Anon.
>Now you’re a monster.
 
“W-well, we get our vitamins an’ whatever from meat! That’s where we get our protein!”
 
>Think anon, think!
 
“Ah! Y-ya’ll have chickens, right?”
 
>She doesn’t reply.
 
“Y-y’see, back on Earth we raise chickens to eat, and we raise em’ to lay eggs which we eat too!”
 
>You knew about the latter first hand.
>The former…. Well, you didn’t know about that.
>Wasn’t your department.
>Also, keep in mind not to mention eating any other farm animals.
>Who knows? Pigs and Cows might be intelligent too for all you know.
>”Y-Your kind would breed them merely to be slaughtered?!”
 
“Better breed em’ than go willy-nilly huntin’ em in the wild, right? Granted, there are a lot of us who go huntin’ and bring back the deer to-!”
 
>Oops.
>You mentioned Deer.
>And active killing of said Deer.
>Ohshitnigga.jpg
>There’s another awkward silence before the horse takes a step back from you.
>Then she asks you:
>”If thou slaughter for food deer and fowl… thou mentioned other, less intelligent of our kind…. What of them?”
>Her voice is unsure but you can tell she wants an honest answer.
 
“Well… Like ah’ said, they’re stupid. We use em’ for alota things; we used to use em’ for farmin’, but we invented machines fer that. Same with mass transportation; used to ride em’ everywhere.”
 
>”Answer Our question; thou art beating around the bush.”
 
“Quite right, quite right. Now we mostly ride em’ ta herd other animals; where I come from we’re the only really smart things livin’ on our planet. Some horses.. well, usually p0nies… they’re used fer’ rides at kids’ parties and such.”
 
>”Thy words imply that the same fate befaleth those animals you herd.”
>Her words are cold and bitter.
 
“Yeah. Some of em’. We keep cows around for the milkin’ and pigs… well, they’re just for eatin’.”
 
>”And what of Griffons?”
 
“Pardon me? It sounded like ya’ll just said Griffons.”
 
>”We did.”
 
“Ain’t no such thing! They’re just in myth and fairy tales. Just like you actually.”
 
>Now it was her turn to raise an eyebrow.
>”Forgive Us if We misheard.. Did thou just calleth us myth?”
 
“Where I come from our horses don’t got no horns or wings. Those kindsa things only exist in stories. Ain’t no magic either.”
 
>Time to change the subject.
>Your hunger is gone for the moment.
>Too worried about your head exploding.
 
“So, this here city’s still under construction?”
 
>She seems just as eager to stray from this subject, but she seems to have accepted the fact that you need meat.
>”Yes. This shall be Equestria’s Capital City, Canterlot. It is from here We shall rule with Our sister.”
 
“Again with that. Ain’t yer jimmies the least bit rustled bout’ the way she treats you?”
 
>”It is not as if we have a choice; she is older and stronger than We are. We have no choice but to submit.”
 
“Bullshit!”
 
>You bring your eyes to meet hers.
 
“Seems like we need to have a word with her. She’s yer’ sister, so I can undertand you not wantin’ to get violent, but that don’t mean you can’t stick up for yerself. Now, could you at least get yer’ hands- hooves- whatever- on some eggs? That hunger’s comin’ back and this time it ain’t gonna be a fun trip for me. Need me some protein.”
 
>She turns and leaves without a word.
>To your pleasant surprise, she soon returns with two eggs.
>Raw eggs.
 
“Now, ya see that’s another thing. Can’t just eat em’ like this. I’ll get sick.”
 
>”You ‘humans’ are rather difficult to care for.”
 
“Oh you don’t know the half of it. Any chance I could find a frying pan and some butter?”
 
>”Yes actually. Come with Us.”
>You get up, gather your things, and continue onward.
>However, about half way to your destination your legs decide to give out from the lack of energy.
>You expect to hit the stone floor, but instead something soft and warm is what you fall onto.
>The horse caught you.
>You manage to bring yourself up, using the horse as a prop.
 
“Thank you kindly.”
 
>”Tis’ Our fault for not bringing you anything edible earlier. We shall aid you.”
>You feel yourself being held up a bit by an invisible force.
>A navy glow surrounds your body.
>The two of you reach the kitchen, now empty.
>It’s rather impressive… for medieval standards anyway.
>You guess.
>You catch a gas stove.
>So they’ve gotten that far at least.
>You’re handed the pan first.
>You place it on the stove.
>Next a stick of butter and the appropriate knife.
>You cut a block and stick it in the pan.
>You turn on the stove and the pan begins to heat.
>Using said knife and a towel to hold the handle of the pan, you let the butter melt in the pan as you move it around
>Next come two eggs.
>You crack them into the pan.
>The scent of them cooking reaches your nostrils.
>Oh yes.
>A Spatula is granted to you upon your request, followed by a wooden plate.
>When the eggs are done you move them onto the plate and turn off the stove.
>You’re helped over to a table.
>Problem: The stool is too small.
>Not a problem; hunger pains are here in full force.
>Not even bothering finding a fork, you use your bare hands.
>The horse watches your hands, curiosity on her face.
>Not your problem right now.
>You swallow another bite.
 
“Ya’ll got any more fruit lyin’ around?”
 
>You’re “Handed” an apple.
>You brush it off on your shirt and take a bite.
>Tastes like the ones back home.
>Good to know.
>Means one more thing other than eggs that’s edible.
>On that note, you NEED to convince them to get you meat.
>Eggs aren’t exactly the healthiest form of Protein; lots of cholesterol.
>Bud’s been fucking with your liver and kidneys; don’t need heart problems from a diet of eggs and fruit too.
>Next in they pyramid, your veggies.
>You ain’t much of a salad man, but desperate times…
 
“Ya’ll got any salad? WITHOUT Grass of flowers?”
 
>A bowl of lettuce, shredded carrots, and chopped tomato appears in front of you.
>Once more, lacking utensils, you use your hands.
>Alright, that will do for now.
>You catch the horse staring at your hands and she seems embarrassed.
 
“Oh these old things? They’re hands. They have four fingers and a thumb, which isn’t really a finger. Or is it? Fuck, I ain’t no doctor.”
 
>You flex your fingers before wiping them off on the towel you used to hold the pan.
>”What purpose do they serve?”
 
“Well, we ain’t got much in the way of natural defenses. That’s where the hands come in. We can make things to use as weapons for self-defense.”
 
>”Like that… ‘gun’?”
 
“Yeah actually. O’course we got people who specialize in that and make em’ for us to buy. I know a bit bout’ guns, but that ain’t my department. Ah’m just a simple farmhand. Well, was till’ this mess happened.”
 
>”We see. Come along; we have much to show you.”
>You get up and follow the horse.
>You’re eventually led outside.
>The night sky is different than yours.
>Living on a farm meant you could spend some time watching the stars at night, and you didn’t recognize any of these constellations.
>”Come along, We have more to show you.”
>You follow to a hedge maze.
>Outside of it is a single statue.
>A strange creature that stands tall and appears to be singing.
>It draws your attention for some reason.
 
“What the hell’s this thing meant to be?”
 
>”Tis’ Discord, a Draconequus.”
 
“What the hell’s a Dracone… whatever the fuck ya’ll just said?”
 
>”Tis’ a creature made from the forms of various others. Twas’ the Lord of Chaos, who ruled this land prior to Our arrival. We used the Elements of Harmony alongside Our sister to seal him away within this stone prison.”
>She frowns.
>”Twas’ the LAST time We did anything together with Our sister.”
>That explains a lot.
>Still, you find the other horse’s behavior unacceptable.
>Whatever happened after they fought this thing did something to push them apart.
>New topic time.
 
“So how old is this here hedge maze?”
 
>”Twas’ grown within recent years. There are plans for additional statues to be added around as well. Would you like to attempt the maze?”
>That was a challenge in your mind.
>You NEVER back down from a challenge.
>One problem.
 
“I’d love to, but I ain’t got no flashlight.”
 
>”What is a… flashlight?”
 
“Guess it’s like a torch sorta. Cept’ aint’ no fire, just batteries and a lightbulb.”
 
>”What is a …battery?”
 
“Little metal things that create electricity.”
 
>”Well then, perhaps We could accompany you and use magic to light the way?”
 
“Sounds like a plan to me.”
 
>The two of you enter the maze and begin walking.
>You hit your first dead end about two minutes in.
>It’s only downhill from there.
>The sheer size of the maze is a challenge in and of itself.
>You finally manage to reach the center.
>Not exactly impressive, but then again, it is rather new.
>You assume it will have more decoration when the other statues arrive.
>Then came the fun of heading back.
>By the time you reached the entrance again, the horse was looking tired.
>Magic must take effort.
>Can't be the only thing though.
>Night must be nearing an end.
>Goody, you get to put up with that pasty bitch again.
>”Human, I must lower the moon so that my sister may raise the sun. This is parting for now.”
 
“Ah’ understand. See ya’ll again tomorrow night, Princess.”
 
>You both notice that you called her by rank for the first time.
>You feel bad for the horse, and understand her pains somewhat.
>You’d convince her to confront her sister one way or another.