Title:           Choo choo motherfucker
Author:          dirtymuffin00
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First Edit:      Monday 26th of January 2015 06:03:09 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 26th of January 2015 06:03:09 PM CDT

Even a little push can make a freight train spiral out of control
 
>This story begins at the ponyville station
>It's night time and there are no ponies insight
>You are anonymous
>You are waiting for your adoptive sister and her friends to get back from some western town
>It wasn't easy growing up in Equestria, you had to deal with teasing, bullying, prejudice and all sorts of shit
>But here you are, 10 years later and now in your 20's and working as a station clerk and apprentice mechanic for the trains
>It was boring work, but it paid well
>Plus it wasn't too bad after you found a way to charge the smartphone that was on your person when you were found you
>You've been entertaining yourself with old roms of Legend of Zelda and Dragon Quest on an emulator app
>Mostly because, you didn't have many friends here
>Your sister tried to get you to hang out with some of her friends, and you have to say that you don't like being around most of them
>The blue one was kind of a cunt, only time that she could be cool was after a few shots of whiskey
>The pink one had too much personality, almost making you wish that you ended up with a gun instead of this phone
>The yellow one didn't have enough personality
>The white one was nice enough to make you clothes
>And there's the horny purple scientist who would coerce you into "experiments"
>You hated her the most
>The clock says it's 0245 and it's time to check for theives again
>You drop a few sesame seeds in your firefly lantern, give it a little shake, and in no time the bugs cause the darkness to recede...somewhat
>About as much as a dozen glowsticks would
>Oh how you hated the "technology" here
>You begin to make your rounds when you bang your knee on something hard
"Aaaahhh fuck"
>"GAAAAHHH"
>Wut
>Did that thing just let out a scream
>You shine your light on the figure to find it had a slight pony form to it
>You're fucking done, why the hell does everything need to be a fucking pony here?
 
>As if it wasn't enough to find horse shit in your wardrobe after the moths got in it
>You ended up with hoof shaped bruises after you decided to explore a dark cave
>Now you have trains too
>You're starting to think that "magic" is just another name for nuclear radiation
>"What are you?"
>The small locomotive speaks
"Um, I'm A-Anonymous, I'm an alien"
"I think"
>"Oh, well my name is Cole, Cole Caboose
>You stop and think
>Cole
>That has to be the closest thing to a normal name that you've heard during your life here
>You mutter it outloud
"Cole"
>"No, it's COAL, as in the type of fuel"
>Should have known better than to trust these pony names
"Well nice meeting you Coal, but I have to splash some cold water on my face to make sure I'm not on tired or on drugs. Bye"
>You begin to leave when the young...er stallion calls to you
>"WAIT, my wheels are stuck, can you please fetch me some oil for them"
>You decide to oblige your bizarre hallucination and grab some oil from your desk
>Even if it was just a figment of your imagination, you still had a job to do
>You apply it to the amalgamation of pony and transportation
>After a few minutes, the train pony is rolling back and fourth on a small piece of track
>The wheels sound a little squeaky, but that will wear off after a little bit of usage
>You begin walking away when you hear something
>"Thank you, I-I mean it"
>You plop down on your chair and stare into the nothingness
>Suddenly, you hear a few loud whistles as a train pulls in
>About fucking time
>Your sis is back
>Six ponies and a dank iguana exit the train
>"Well howdy therr anon"
"Yo AJ, how was your trip?"
>"Apart from the ruffians Ah had ta deal with? It went great"
>She drops a huge bag of money on the counter
>You just stare
>"Anyhow, Ah gotta get this back to the farm, catch ya later"
"See ya"
>Her friends trail behind her, save for one
>Here we go