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</div><h3><span class="mw-headline" id="A_Penetrating_Trauma_.28WiP.29">A Penetrating Trauma (WiP)</span><a href="A_Penetrating_Trauma_(WiP)#/editor/1" title="Edit section: A Penetrating Trauma (WiP)" data-section="1" class="edit-page icon icon-32px icon-edit enabled">Edit</a></h3><div>
<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grass grows.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Birds fly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sun shines.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And brother...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hurt people.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's hurt in a past tense though, and for a good reason.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There are no people around you anymore.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whoa, okay. That sounds weird out of context.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Let's start from the basics then.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are Anonymous, and you are currently living in a tiny pastel horses' land.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Also known as Equestria.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As it happens, there are no other humans in this place.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How did you come to be here then?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have no idea.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But your best bet is that you have died.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's where the hurting part comes into play.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were a soldier.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not out of deep sense of duty, or an urge to shoot people or anything.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was just the most reasonable line of career for you when you graduated.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It had its risks, sure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you would rather take a risk of getting shot than living your life in a dull, repetitive job.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's just how you were.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You would sometimes skip school just to hike in your local woods, simply because you were tired of the monotony.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Which in hindsight did not help widen your job options.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But hey, you had no real regrets.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For the most part.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your basic training went well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You weren't the fastest or the strongest or anything.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you knew your way around the land, and were perfectly fine with long, forced walks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Also by some weird star alignment you were a pretty good shot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That one caught you by surprise to be honest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You mostly only used guns when you were visiting your uncle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He was a cool guy, and he loved hunting.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He would also take you for a trip every time your family came around.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were mostly taking in the new environment there, but the occasional feel of a well placed shot was nice you suppose.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And yet turns out that you had some sort of natural talent or something.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's what sarge said anyway when he gave you the marksman rifle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It wasn't that different from what they had you firing before, just a different sight a bit more kick.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The longer ranges didn't really bother you that much either.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was weird at first, but you got used to it and managed a pretty good accuracy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You even got a pat on a back from the old man.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was like your dad complementing you on the shitty bird feeder you made in third grade.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A happy little moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nevertheless, the training went on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scored decently on all the physical tests, miles spent on hiking paying off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You even inevitably made some friends with the guys there, since you figured you would end up spending a lot of time with them in the end.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That was until the very end of your basic.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have just finished a three-day long test in a real environment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were supposed to work as a team and fulfill some random objectives, the usual stuff.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The trainees were given a day off in preparation for the final ceremonies.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were pretty content to just sit on your ass for the most part, since holy hell was sitting in a short supply for the previous couple weeks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That was when the captain overseeing the site has found you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Apparently you did well enough in the training that he recommended a sniper school for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was an application per volunteer basis he explained, but you were meeting all the entry level requirements.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Physical fitness, marksmanship and some of the pathfinder courses you took out of interest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It would mean that you would have to work almost alone though, only with a paired spotter, sometimes maybe cooperating with other such pairs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were genuinely interested though, so you truthfully answered that you will consider it, and got a short ballot explaining the basics.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like an advertisement really.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After mulling over the idea in your head for an afternoon you decided to go with it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You said your goodbyes to the folks at the camp after the final ceremony and went on to the new training place.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was quite the mix in there, because next to the completely green rookies like yourself there were some people with a few years of service under their belt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nevertheless, the meatgrinder did not differentiate and all were judged equally by it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just how fit you were and how strong your mind was.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh, and how quickly you learned too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You found it ironic at time that after graduating the school you loathed so much you ended up sitting in a class with a notepad anyway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Only this time it was all stuff you actually cared about, not logarithms, ancient literature or body parts of plants.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No, instead you learned how to properly find your way around the landscape with just a map and a compass.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How to find the fastest way across a ravine.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How to walk through the forest and not get lost.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How to use your surroundings to your advantage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You thought you already knew a lot of those things, but boy were you wrong.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The amount of intricate nuance that you've never expected there to be to hiking inawoods was overwhelming at first.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you welcomed it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was learning how to be better at what you loved, how could you not?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And even the new stuff was interesting as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Concealing yourself using what's found in the wild.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Moving unseen through said wild.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Observing your surroundings and remembering the details like wind or humidity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The rangefinding.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sweet lord the rangefinding.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How to accurately measure or estimate the distance to what you're looking at, with or without various equipment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Accommodating for the wind at different ranges.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Calculating the elevation coefficient when firing up or downhill.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;By the time you got to shoot your weapon your head was filled with all the details you tried so hard not to forget about.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And so you obviously failed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your accuracy was pretty much a laughing stock at the start.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even after weeks of fire range practice you only got better.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not good, just better.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were far from the best marksman anymore, you were barely not trailing behind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you didn't mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sniper cells, as the instructors said, were operating in pairs - sniper and the spotter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sure, they would switch roles when need be, but not everyone graduating had to be a newborn Vasili Zaycev.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were good enough to be trusted with a rifle powerful enough to punch through an engine block, and that was an achievement as is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The fact that you would get to focus on things that lied closer to your interests was nothing to cry about.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And so the training soon was over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You officially became a sniper of a [spoiler]Canadian Armed Forces serving under Her Majesty herself.[/spoiler]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And like, a hundred officers between you two.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But hey, the thought was nice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What was less nice was your first deployment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was fucking Afghanistan, of course it was.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Desert, bleh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You didn't like desert.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still, it was long past the point of what you did and didn't like, so you adapted.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Moving quickly and silently through rocks and sand was a challenge, but a one you welcomed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And somehow you managed to not get yourself and your buddy Mark killed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He was the one doing the actual shooting for the most part, but you took over a couple times.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It even turned out that you were doing better job being a marksman in the field than in the school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Less things on your head probably.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Emptying your mind and all that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But for the most part neither of you engaged.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were more like scouts, paving the way for the soldiers behind you and marking the targets for the mortar teams.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So it's not like you had clean hands, you were aware of that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;People died because of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;People died because you told the gunners where to lay their fire.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you accepted that.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's not like you didn't care.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You weren't a psychopath or anything.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's just that after the first IFV got blown up by an enemy grenade launcher, something clicked.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Someone will die here, either you, your friends, or &quot;them&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was easier to think of them as &quot;them&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The enemy&quot;, faceless foe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It helped you sleep at night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And with that state of mind you soldiered on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Observing while unseen, searching the enemy, even disarming explosives three times.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;First two were simple.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shot them from afar.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Because your C15 was more than capable of taking out hardened targets, you were able to detonate the traps with little risk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The third one was not so jolly though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Because you disarmed it from much closer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And by &quot;disarmed&quot; you actually mean triggered.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And by &quot;you&quot;, you actually mean the Bison you were in at the time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yep, an IED by the road, undetected by the friendly forces who were in the area.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Must have been freshly placed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You never got to find out though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The explosion happened on the side of the vehicle you were sitting in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You didn't really have a chance, even through the armored underbelly and sides of it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't remember feeling pain, or shock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was just a sudden burst of adrenaline as your body was squeezed and pressured to unnatural limits.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You only remember two things after that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You squeezing your Tac-50 so that it doesn't get lost.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And your teammate Mark over you.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You must have been on the road, because there was a smoking vehicle in the corner of your eye, along with some of your friendly soldiers frantically running around.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You didn't hear his words - your eardrums were one of the first casualties there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you never were a lip reader.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So you have no idea what he said to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just remember that look on his face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;More scared than you ever saw him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even more so than when the hostile patrol basically walked over you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His eyes running wide, and his mouth never really closed, sputtering unknown words.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His hands holding your head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And at the dying moment you had but one though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were glad your roles weren't reversed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least you died young and pretty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least you died young.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You never really thought about afterlife much.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Figured you'd find out in time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But a few musings you may have had about it did not involve magical land of talking pastel tiny horses.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So boy were you in for a shock when you opened your eyes to see not one but two of them staring down at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One was white, the other blue.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And they were horny.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As in, they had horns.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not &quot;they had lewd intentions towards you&quot;, at least you don't think so.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So you kinda just woke up after being blown up by a roadside explosive in Afghanistan.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you saw two unicorns with flowing jelly for their manes with concerned look on their faces.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shit's weird.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sat up, still awkwardly holding on to your rifle which was by then taller than you thanks to the sitting position.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you started to look around like you were a kid in Disneyland.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were taught to take in your surroundings and assess them on a whim, so that's what you did.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What you were not taught, is what to make of being in a large room of what looks to be a medieval castle with a shattered chair laying next to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's when the blue one spoke up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Are you alright? Are you wounded?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And so it came to be that you had an honor to produce the first ever words to be spoken by man in Equestria.</span><br />&quot;Horses shouldn't talk.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yep.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A lasting impression to be written down in the history books no doubt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You even stated it plainly, like it was the most obvious thing under the sun for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Which back then, it kinda was.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But bluehorse did not like it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She puffed her quickly reddening cheeks and splayed her wings out, exclaiming loudly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Excuse us?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Another acquired skill you had was to quickly judge a new situation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And so you did, rapidly realizing what's happening.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You fucked up.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But before you got to come up with a way to fix it, a salvation came.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It came in a form of a soft and warm laughter, a laughter that could cure wounds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Come now dear sister, the poor creature must be at least as confused as we are. Do not hold it against him.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You furrowed your brow at the &quot;creature&quot;, but saw that whitehorse words had managed to calm down the angry one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She closed her wings and ruffled them a bit, before stating again</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We are not amused by being called &quot;a horse&quot;. And we will exercise all our freedom to speak.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;To which you replied in equally diplomatic manner.</span><br />&quot;Ok.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You never were a charmer with your words.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not really a part of your job description, and it was not a natural thing for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But the pastel horses did not mind in the end.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You introduced yourself, and expressed your confusion about this supposed afterlife.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In turn you learned their names, Luna and Celestia, but also found out that this isn't supposed to be an afterlife.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They expressed their condolences on your demise, but also noted that for a dead person you seemed quite alive.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, that conversation was all kind of awkward.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But what do you expect when a dead man falls into the table in one the horse princesses' dining quarters, covered in desert dust and with a sniper rifle in his hands?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Especially when said dead man started talking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Honestly in the retrospect, you three handled it quite well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You asked about who they were, and found out that you crash landed in front of the rulers of the world.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You quickly found out that they were also immortal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thankfully before you started doubting your sanity further they asked about you in turn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Things went a bit sketchy there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decided to play it straight and told them the truth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were Anonymous, a somewhat young male human, much closer to monkeys than horses.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And as for your living, well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were a soldier.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you found out that they don't know such word, you started using related things.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You found a common ground at &quot;warrior&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And so the royal sisters quickly found out that you were &quot;a warrior&quot; that was &quot;slain in a war&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A wild oversimplification, but it got the idea across.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You somewhat expected at that point to be escorted away, or at least for them to call their guards.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Surely an alien killer ape appearing in your house is a reason to worry.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But no, instead they expressed their regrets.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Regrets that you had to live in such a dark and violent world, where young men had to die to protect their families.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decided to not start arguing that you were not technically defending your family, since that was getting dangerously into politics territory.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So instead you clarified that not everyone has do that, not in your country at least.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you only managed to sour up their mood further, since they now found out that there were countries that forced nearly every young child to fight in a war they often didn't care for.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you said, you weren't a diplomat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia then went to assure you that you shall find no such conflicts in Equestria.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ponies were free to live out their lives in peace and whatever prosperity they shall earn in their lives.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decided to question that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Surely, there must be some kind of outside threat that would endanger the equilibrium?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But they were adamant about their position.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yes, wild magic does threaten the harmony sometimes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But the same magic can always repel that danger.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you would believe that too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If they didn't start talking about the power of friendship.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You then simply decided that you either are in some magical fairy land for real, you didn't have enough sleep, or someone was lying to you.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You tried your best to politely express that perhaps this isn't the best time and place to talk about it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All of you had a lot of questions here, but you were bloody tired.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Apparently dying does that to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That and being awake for about 36 hours beforehand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They in turn offered their hospitality.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could stay in the castle for as long as you saw fit, as long as you agreed to follow some basic rules.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And promised to tell them more about Earth in the future.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You agreed to both, since it had promise of a real bed and maybe even a shower.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Neither of which you could pass up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They even were so kind as to offer taking your belongings with their magic, and escort you to a guest room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Which apparently was always ready for &quot;unexpected occurrences&quot; such as yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Apparently this land was no stranger to weird things going on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Made your life easier really.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And as for belongings, well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were in the field, so you didn't have everything on you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just the smaller backpack with the necessary equipment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And your rifle of course.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You agreed to hand away the former, but your weapon was a bit trickier.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were both resigning your means of protections and giving an immensely powerful tool to a creature that could either harm you, or mishandle it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your concern did not go unnoticed, and Luna decided to reassure you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We mean no harm to you Anonymous. But we do understand if you choose to not trust our word on that yet. We still remember what it was in the times of strife all too well.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You couldn't help but to notice how genuine her words and face was at that moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So you decided to take a risk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You detached the magazine and slipped it into your pouch, taking a mental note that it was a third one you had on you now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;15 shots.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you let go of your rifle that was being enveloped in a dark blue mist you explained that without &quot;that box&quot;, it was as harmless as a metal pipe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though you made sure to express how delicate it was at the same time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You weren't sure how easy it would be to replace a telescopic sight in Equestria.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The night princess expressed her gratitude in the trust you put in them by giving away your weapon and assured you that you will not regret it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The siblings then beckoned you to follow them as they took of in the direction of a supposed room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Meanwhile you were busy feeling uneasy about the fact that you never admitted to your P35 sitting by your hip.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were not sure if you would have a need for it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wished you wouldn't.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But your wishes weren't important for about 8 months by then.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So you decided to play it safe.</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your journey to the bedchambers, if you can even call it that, was short and uneventful.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia was just reassuring you that you can take all the time you see fit to rest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I know that dying can take quite a toll on a pony. Or a human in your case.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She remarked with a knowing smirk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Another position you added to the list of things that didn't make sense.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna on the other hand was consumed by examining your rifle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She asked you a few questions about it too, but stopped after getting a stern look from her sister.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You noted her curiosity though, and fully expected to have to handle it later down the line.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Probably when she is not seen by the bigger princess.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You also passed a few guards on your way.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least you assume they were guards.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Archaic metal armour and spears awkwardly held in their hooves pointed to that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You couldn't help but to estimate the threat they would pose in a fight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And the only conclusion was that there would be none.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have no idea how a creature with no fingers could wield a tool like a spear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And the blue tinted plates they had on them were even more peculiar.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Their front neck was fully exposed and visible.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The chestpiece was there still, but the actual chest made up a very small portion of their silhouette.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So to a frontal attack, they had almost no means of defense.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Interestingly enough though, the back of their necks was covered in a thick layer of armour.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Same thing on their withers - plated all the way to the tail.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If they lowered their heads to be flush with their backs, they would have a solid means of defence from attacks above them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Which meant aerial predators most likely.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It could explain the spears too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If you only want to protect against things that charge at you, all you need to do is point them at the enemy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So they were prepared to handle birds or other flying creatures.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dragons?</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Another interesting thing you noted was that none of them had horns.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A few of them had wings poking out of their side plates, but all their helmets were flush.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This contrasted with Celestia and Luna.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe it was a sign of nobility then.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You didn't have enough time to ponder about it though, as the three of you reached what turned out to be your room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though calling it just that would not be doing it justice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As the large spruce doors opened you saw what could very well be a presidential suite.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The usual floor made of smooth stone was mostly covered with a dark blue carpet, thick and fluffy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One wall nested a large hearthfire, with neatly stacked logs by it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There was a large wardrobe on the right, with a bunch of dressers on either side.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They were made out of some kind of dark wood with bluish tint, and had hinges that looked like pure silver.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And in the centre of the room there was a bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A queen sized bed with a generous arrangement of pillows at one side, and a puffy quilt that looked like it was made out of light blue silk with silver ornaments.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All of that gave you two quick ideas.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This was probably decorated by Luna.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And it was aimed to spoil the resident.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So, do you enjoy it?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The moonpony asked, proud smile on her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Muzzle?</span><br />&quot;Princess, I haven't slept in a real bed for about <span class="nu0">5</span> months now. Anything going to change that is a huge favor for me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You answered truthfully, though seeing the hint of disappointment you quickly added</span><br />&quot;And I love the decor too, it's a great change from the sand and rocks.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Seeing Luna's beaming smile you knew that it was her design.</span><br />&quot;Though I am concerned that I will make a terrible mess here. I mean, I already dusted your plain stone hallways.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You said while taking your backpack from the golden mist.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh but don't worry about that Anonymous.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Night princess said while releasing your C15 from her grip onto your hands.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It is our servants' duty to clean up any such mess. They even get paid nowadays.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cocked an eyebrow at her proud expression wondering what the hell was that supposed to mean, before Celestia interjected in a playful tone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do excuse my sister please, some of her habits are a bit outdated. About a thousand years outdated.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna decided that it would be an appropriate response to stick her tongue at Celestia, which was equal manner cute and further confusing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Those were the rulers of the world?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After the sunhorse was done giggling at her sister's antics she also added</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And a little bit of a mess is not a problem, trust me. The every day perfect order of this castle can get really dull after a while.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decided to play along with that and placed your belongings in the corner of the room, where the fluffy carpet didn't reach.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Stone was probably easier to clean than carpets.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not that you would know.</span><br />&quot;Still though, I would like to clean myself somewhat. Is there a place with running water nearby?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Having remembered what you knew about medieval castles from Earth you were honestly asking with a river in mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Those places were not exactly the most hygienic.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So it came off as another surprise when Luna waved her hoof towards a second door and said</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh but of course. You have a fully equipped bathroom over there. I do believe you will find it more than fitting.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You simply nodded and walked towards it, peeking inside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And sweet mother have mercy, it had a bathtub.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;From what you could tell it was large enough to accommodate your body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were going to get a bath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not just a shower, which you would be more than grateful for.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A bath.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Several layers of caution have instantly crumbled in your head as you had to stop yourself from squirming in anticipation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was entirely unreasonable to act like that on something this petty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you honestly didn't care.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A fucking bath!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There still was one outstanding question though, so you asked it after walking back towards the horse royalty.</span><br />&quot;It's extremely generous of you to offer such conditions to an alien stranger, but... Isn't it a bit too generous?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe it was a bit too bland to be this straightforward, but you had broken enough protocols by that point anyway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna raised her eyebrow before saying</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why, whatever do you mean?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pointed behind you with your hand and explained.</span><br />&quot;Back on Earth this would be a very luxurious accommodation. So I'm just wondering if this is something all guests of yours get.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was Celestia's time to speak, and so she did with that smirk of hers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Not at all Anonymous. Only the strange, one-of-a-kind aliens that pop up in our dining chambers.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chuckled.</span><br />&quot;Okay, but it isn't Luna's bedroom or anything? Because it looks that way.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The blue Princess snorted</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why, we feel insulted. You thinks that a royalty such as ourselves would stay in such barbaric conditions as these?&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her sister rolled her eyes before chiming in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What Luna is trying to say is that your concern is misplaced, Anonymous. This is as we said just a guest room that happens to be in the night wing of the castle.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You gave a slow nod, understanding more of your situation now.</span><br />&quot;That would explain the decor then.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Moon pony smiled before saying</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If you have no more questions then we will leave you to get some rest. Should you have any requests, you can tell the guards that will be by the door.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You mentally noted that your room will be guarded.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whether to protect you from intruders outside, or to make sure you won't run away is a different question.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia then added</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We will make sure to search for some suitable clothes for you, but it might be a bit difficult. In the meantime, we will leave you alone. Including in your sleep.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She has said the last part while looking at Luna, who then scrunched hard and had her eyes running over the wall to her side.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With your weariness starting to settle in you decided to not inquire.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Have a peaceful rest Anonymous.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And with that, the two princess left you alone in the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But not before igniting the fireplace with a beam of magic.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You felt somewhat uneasy about the fact that they could set things on fire with that much ease.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But there were more important things to worry about in that instance.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The bathtub was large.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have noticed that the ponies you've seen so far have been rather small, closer to a sheep than a horse.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The princesses stood taller than the guards of course, but you still were able to look down on them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Literally.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And yet your earlier concerns about whether or not you will be able to fit were now gone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This thing was clearly designed with something larger in mind, as even when lying down Celestia would not need that much space.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hell, it was almost too big for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you would manage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You took the liberty of playing around with various oils and bath salts while waiting for the tub to fill.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The porcelain surface slid smoothly against your naked body as you were pouring tiny bits of each substance into the water.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were not sure if you should mix them like that, but only realised that when you were about half way done.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So you just went along till the end.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once the bath was about three quarters filled you shut the faucets and prodded the water with your hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It had just the right temperature</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It wasn't scalding hot, but still warm enough to melt your stress and weariness away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stood up and submerged yourself all the way to the neck and the back of your head, which rested against the padded end of the tub.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Those ponies have thought about everything it seems.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The burning sensation of smooth and slightly oily water (and a fair bit of foam) consuming your form was pure bliss.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could feel your body relax in every sense of the word.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Every muscle, every sinew.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You felt like you were turning into a warm mush, slowly settling at the bottom of the tub.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still though, you had a job to do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grabbing a green sponge from the shelf and pouring a bit of soap on it, you begun to scrub yourself clean.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It felt rough against your skin, but that had probably something to do with the amount of force you were using.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wanted to sweep all that was behind you away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The dust of that damn desert, the sweat of your long walks and patient crawls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The smoke from an explosion that killed you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Because you were still technically dead.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you were not ready to come to terms with that just yet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you still had some priorities, and washing yourself was high up there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The process took you a good while, and by the time you were done you had been resting your head against the plush end of the bathtub again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your body, sore from the rough treatment and the trails of past days was just lazily floating in the still hot water.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you were content with that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wanted to get out and dry yourself, before going to sleep.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just not yet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Because you also wanted to sit in the comfortably warm water, covered by the foam a bit more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just one more minute...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And with that thought you have drifted away into sleep.</span></div></div>




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