Mare Anon in Industria


                                            >Damn what is this pounding pain in your head

                                            >You feel very stiff, it feels as if you were tied down to a bed.

                                            >All you can hear is a deafening hum that only increases the pain felt in your head

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                                            >Slowly you struggle to open your eyes only be blinded by a bright light being pointed at your face.

                                            >The sudden light makes you flinch and you turn your head to the side, trying again to open your eyes.

                                            >Slowly your vision come in, as the humming was going away, being replaced by voices.

                                            >You really don't feel like yourself right now as your body aches and struggle to move on its own

                                            >Turning your head back, you squint at a silhouette.

                                            >Suddenly it turns away almost if startled by you.

                                            >You can hear what sounds like hooves taking off in a direction as a door is slammed open.

                                            >Letting out a deep breath, you are greeted with pain as you breathed back in.

                                            >The smell of cleanliness is all you can pick up.

                                            >Why the fuck is this light still in your face, can't believe this shit

                                            "H-Hey... Can you move... that light? Its blinding me."

                                            >The only response you got was the sound of furious scribbling and the light swinging to the side.

                                            "Ugh... What is going on?"

                                            >"Ma'am, please relax."

                                            >Ma'am

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                                            "Dude, I'm a dude. Not a girl."

                                            >"Oh well..."

                                            >More scribbling

                                            >"Sorry about that, you see, you were brought in and all we had was your gender by birth. Sorry to offend or trigger you sir."

                                            >You try to sit up straight as these word wake you the fuck up only to strain against straps.

                                            >"Sir please, just relax, you went through a lot. Its amazing that you woke up from your ordeal."

                                            "Ordeal? What is going on? Who are you? What do you mean female birth gender? Why am I tied down!?

                                            >Your frustration and delusional mood final has had it as you focus at the person who was there with you.

                                            >Only to realize that they weren't a person.

                                            >Your eyes widen as you looked at a Unicorn stallion. Wearing a doctors coat and levitating a clip board with a face just as confused and frighten as yours.


                                            "U-Unicorn..."

                                            >The stallion stared back, only to look towards the door and right some more notes.

                                            >Looking around you find yourself in a hospital room.

                                            >The tech here seem to look what you would see at hospitals but a bit more advance.

                                            >Finally you find yourself looking at a mirror to the right to you on the wall above a sink.

                                            >Shifting you head up more you see a Unicorn mare staring back.

                                            "Whoah...."

                                            >You kept starring at yourself. You had a coat that reminded you a dark mint, eyes that almost looked golden, and a mane that was jet black that was in a mess.

                                            >Scribbling of notes were heard again.

                                            >All you can think is to try and control your breathing.

                                            >Your breaths are quickening as you start putting things together.

                                            >Your body was shaking.

                                            >Laying back down you continue to breath and shake as you tried to suppress a panic attack.

                                            >Finally it hits you

                                            >Holy shit I'm a fucking pony, a mare pony, who happens to be a Unicorn.

                                            >You finally calm down as you hit internal bliss and relax with a deep sigh, opening your eyes to see a doctor with a big giant needle paused above you.

                                            "What the fuck are you doing?"

                                            >He slowly pulled it back and placed it on a counter.

                                            >"Hospital policy."

                                            "So... Can I be released? This bed is comfy but I really need to move."

                                            >He rubs his neck and looks towards the door.

                                            >Using his magic he pulls something out some sort of device and speaks into it quietly enough for you not to hear.

                                            >"As soon as we get some others in here and go over you a bit more we can."

                                            >You groan as you lay there.

                                            "So it gonna be awhile I guess? Fucking hate hospitals when you have to wait when you are fine."

                                            >"We need to make sure you are fine. You did wake up from a comma, sir."

                                            >This peaked your interest a bit but being called sir when you know you are a mare now seems weird now too.

                                            >All those wanting to be a mare threads prepared you for this.

                                            "So... What happen to put me into a comma?"

                                            >The stallion flip through some pages.

                                            >"You were hit by a car."


                                            "Cars? Equestria has cars? When did this happen?"

                                            >The stallion gave you a perplexed look.

                                            >"No this is Industria, we had cars for a while now."

                                            "What's an Industria?"

                                            >Instantly you think of Fallout New Vegas for saying that.

                                            >You giggle a bit internally

                                            >"Industria is the Great Nation you are from sir. I think you are suffering from some severe memory lost but it seems to make no sense you would forget something like that..."

                                            >Shrugging you see a mare, what you assume to be, nurse walk in.

                                            >She is followed by guards which are carrying guns.

                                            "Sweet this place has guns now too? Can't wait to get myself one once we sort out what the fuck is happening and if this is all a dream or not."

                                            >The doctor exchange some words with the nurse who nodded and walked over.

                                            >"Sir, we are going to take you to another place now, but you will be in the bed still and have a friendly escort to protect you and others from yourself. Just in case."

                                            >She put on a big smile that was clearly fake.

                                            >Rolling your eyes you lay there.

                                            "Well let get this done. I just want to stand up and check myself out."

                                            >With out much more the bed is pushed by one of the security ponies as you are lead off somewhere else.


                                            >Being pushed to a new area of the hospital was kinda interesting.

                                            >Got to see many other combinations of ponies

                                            >Though most of them where on the bland side, shades of grey with color.

                                            >Few of them where the typical pastel color horses you would see.

                                            >Getting bored with hallways you decide to try and casually talk with the security ponies.

                                            >The stallion pushing was closest so you started with him.

                                            "So, what the specs on your gun?"

                                            >He remained silent, looking up ahead.

                                            "So does it shot what you guys would consider a rifle round or a pistol round?"

                                            >Still he continue ignore.

                                            "So how your grouping with that?"

                                            >"1.6 inches at 100 yards on a good day."

                                            "Neat, you guys use a system I'm use too."

                                            >Sudden we stopped, looking forward you see the mare security guard glaring at the stallion.

                                            >They must of been communicating silent as you hear the stallion cough and he continues to push you to your new destination.

                                            >Seeing as you broke some rule for the stallion you look over to the mare nurse who is at your side.

                                            "So, what we gonna do next?"

                                            >She ignores you as well.

                                            >Fuck it

                                            >You lay there till you get there staring at the ceiling, counting the lights that go by.

                                            >After about 14 you reach what you assume an elevator and take a long ride up, possibly to the top floor.

                                            >Once you got pushed off you glance up to see a sign saying "Psychiatric Ward"

                                            "Fuck... Hey you marsh mellow cunts. I'm not fucking crazy now."

                                            >You still get ignored till you are pushed into a room that appeared to have dim lights.

                                            >The mare security guard walks up to your side now.

                                            "Alright we are gonna unstrap you now but doing anything crazy or against what we say and its night night."

                                            >After some time you are unstrapped and helped off.

                                            >You find it extremely difficult to walk but the nurse helps guide you a very comfy looking couch which you sit on and stretch.

                                            "So what are we doing here."

                                            >"We are going to evaluate you as the comma that you came out of altered your personality, sir."


                                            >Again with sir.

                                            >Maybe you should tell them that you are okay with your body and just call you ma'am. Having nothing between there is actually comfy.

                                            >You will never miss sitting on your nuts.

                                            >The door you came through open to reveal the doctor from earlier and some new mare wearing a sweater vest, thick glasses, and neon streaks in her mane

                                            >Something tells you that those be warnings to learn and avoid her triggers.

                                            >"So the is Xe? Hello Xir! I'm here to evaluate you! Have they made sure to treat you as who you identify as?"

                                            >You instantly lean back into the couch, cringing so hard that this, of all things, exist in this place.

                                            "Look can you just refer to me as ma'am, she, her? This stuff is pissing me off and freaking me out.

                                            >"Oh sorry ma'am!.. I am just trying to get you comfortable with identifying you as what you said earlier."

                                            >Something pops up in your head to fuck with this person and you are gonna hate and love yourself for it.

                                            "Look, I just feel like I'm a female now. I am gender fluid"

                                            >"Oh well my excuse ma'am... Sir?"

                                            >Oh do you love the look on her face as she tries to figure it out.

                                            "No. I'm joking. I identify as what gender I was born with. Just thought i was a dude when i woke up from my apparent comma."

                                            >You smile as red goes to her face as you trigger something in her.

                                            >"Well if you are done now I need to run our hoofs on test with you."

                                            >Deciding to get this over you lean back and wait for it to be done.

                                            "So what do we start with?"

                                            >The sweater vested mare walks around to her desk and brings out paper and a pen in her mouth.

                                            >"I'll be asking you question to see your mental state but first some simple things. Name?"

                                            >Rubbing you neck you look at the mares desk for her name.

                                            >Its Jena Ruth

                                            >Pony names aren't a thing here?

                                            'Erm. Aniy Moose?"

                                            >You receive a weird glare from her but she rights it down

                                            >"You are female and identify as one?"

                                            "Yeah, might as well now."

                                            >Eye brow raised, she writes it.

                                            >"Family?"

                                            "Nah"


                                            >You feel like its been more then an hour of questioning you finally at the last question.

                                            >One more ink plot test.

                                            >You hope it doesn't look sexual.

                                            >The sweater vest mare shows an ink plot that clearly looks like a marevag oozing in cum.

                                            "Oh come on! Its another lewd one."

                                            >"Just say what you see."

                                            "Its a fucking vagina with fucking semen in it!"

                                            >She just ignores your frustration and writes.

                                            >"Alright follow me and the guard and we are going to put you in a MRI to scan you brain while stimulating it. That would be it. Once that is done, we will quickly process it and set you up on a physical training plan."

                                            "Nice, will that be fast?"

                                            >You hear two snickers from the security guard and a smile from the mare in front of you.

                                            >"Yes much quicker Miss Moose."

                                            >Sweet you think. This hospital is spooking you a bit

                                            >Your trip there was just a long trip down the elevator to the basement and put into the machine.

                                            >Another pony was there with all sort of things to attach and wrap around you, the majority of it being on your head.

                                            >Once done you lay down on the bed for the MRI

                                            >While you lay down on the bed to get carried in you see the mare give devious looks to you as she talks to the operator, who only shrugs.

                                            >You give her a small wave as you scream internally as you feel this is fast for a reason that is not just fast.

                                            >The machine's bed is already pulling you as you wait for you doom.

                                            >Are they gonna brain wash you?

                                            >Are they gonna kill me for fun?

                                            >You sit there staring at the top of the tunnel you were in when it hits you.

                                            >It small as first but the things attached to you starting sending an electric pulse to you.

                                            >Your muscles spasm more and more as you loose control of you body movement.

                                            >The one attached to your head felt like little taps on your head.

                                            >The intensity continue for what you could believe lasted for 10 minutes before it died down.

                                            >Once done you lay there in pain and drain of energy as the machine pulled you out.

                                            >Laughs were had at you.


                                            >The operator of the machine finally came up to help you out and remove all the stuff of of you.

                                            >So far this neat future BS is really not your thing

                                            "I don't like change..."

                                            >You manage to balance yourself after leaning on the operator and walk back to the mare and the security.

                                            >They still were laughing and re telling how you looked in there.

                                            >You frowned as you stood there.

                                            >This ponies are terrible.

                                            "So... When will the results be in?"

                                            >The mare rolled her eyes and went over to a monitor and looked through it.

                                            >"Looks like we have the data from this now."

                                            "Well, at least that over, so what about the so call physical therapy?"

                                            >They all looked at each other and grinned.

                                            >"Miss Moose that was the therapy."

                                            >They all started to laugh at you again.

                                            >Man fuck this hospital, why do they treat me like shit.

                                            >"These guards will take you to another place to set you up for home. Have a nice day."

                                            >And with that she left you with the Security."

                                            >The two gather themselves and walked you out to an elevator.

                                            >Once in they brought you up to the ground floor marked with a star.

                                            >This time focusing on the mare security you decided to ask her stuff

                                            "So I'm gonna ask you miss. How good of a shot are you?"

                                            >She shakes her head in disapproval and kept leading you to an office area in the hospital.

                                            >You were told to sit and in one and greeted by a tired, over worked stallion.

                                            >"So this is the vegetable that woke up with a new personality, and by these test results. New skills? Interesting. She use to be the a mare that was basic of the basic and looked pretty."

                                            "Isn't what you are saying unprofessional?"

                                            >He just kept looking at the papers he was holding.

                                            >"So look Miss, Moose. We need to find you a new career and being young you can find plenty of chance to start and build up to something better. As your results shown you have magically became a more skilled pony."

                                            "Wow, that sounds great actually."

                                            >"Sadly you were conscripted"


                                            "Conscripted? What is this commie bullshit!?"

                                            >The office stallion stared at you in disbelief.

                                            >"Why are you so worked up for? Its a highly honor position to work in the military. You will fight those who endanger our country and fight for what we all recognize as the right way of living."

                                            "You told me I had potential to do many things! Aren't those just as good or even better for our society?"

                                            >"Nah, military is very prestigious. Trust me, you will love it. You will be with others and working together and defeat our enemies! What is to complain about?"

                                            >You just sigh and scrunch, looking to the ground.

                                            "How is even allowing me, who came out of a comma, even conscripted in the first place?"

                                            >He shuffled through some papers.

                                            >"Apparently a day before your incident. So you been part of the military since then."

                                            >This info was odd, maybe the pony you swap bodies with was trying to kill herself...

                                            "So the military, eh?"

                                            >The stallions nods

                                            >"Don't worry you will get assigned into your rank fast, we are in a military city after all."

                                            >Sweet, just like home, except you are in the army now.

                                            "So is there anything else we need to do? I guess I'm gonna play the cards I was dealt."

                                            >In the back of your mind you remember a quote involving cards, and they are just cards.

                                            >"Just some paper work, we have to rework everything you use to be since this change, but since it was medical, you won't get in trouble, any debts you incurred in your... Previous life. Will be taken care of by your military service."

                                            >Sweet, you basically got a blank slate to work your new military life

                                            >You do feel kinda piss but you have consider military service back on earth.

                                            >Time goes by slowly again as you and this stallion talk out things about your identity.

                                            >You got your new identification number, a new credit account, new papers on your military stuff

                                            >New everything that seems to document anything about you in your name.

                                            "This place loves to document."

                                            >"Just to make it easier for us."


                                            >What felt like hours was actually just two.

                                            >You were finally free of the dreaded hospital

                                            >You were given instructions to get to the military base your were assigned to

                                            >You were given credits to buy food and get you there too.

                                            >Yet as soon as you stepped out you just look around in wonderment.

                                            >You were in a busy town center

                                            >The buildings were no giant massive sky scrapers or traffic was bumper to bumper.

                                            >It was a small city with all the buildings in what you can recall as brutalist design.

                                            >You can't believe such design would exist in this world as well.

                                            >Also, there seems to be mass advertisement as well.

                                            >What type of ideology does this place have you think?

                                            >Looking at the instructing you were given you still feel a bit confuse.

                                            >You never really used public transportation in your life.

                                            >Scanning the crowd of ponies walking around, people seem to be the perfect face of happy or looks gloomy and tired.

                                            >You spot some familiar face on a cigarette break in a small circle label for so.

                                            >The fucking security ponies from earlier

                                            >You trot up to them with a smile, they see you and immediately look annoyed

                                            "Hey! Nice seeing you guys here."

                                            >"What do you want."

                                            "Well, um. Can you help me? I need to get to the military base in town, apparently I was conscripted."

                                            >Smiles appeared on their face

                                            >Guess the office stallion was right about being an honorable position

                                            >"Of course we will help you Miss! All you need to do is take the blue line and transfer to red line. Last station will be in front of the base."

                                            "Wow, thank you very much. You guys are much nicer when on break. Do you happen to know a place to get some food too?"

                                            >"Yup, just around the corner, there a fast food dispensary that gives out good food, just ask for extra sauce."

                                            "Wow, thanks for helping me out."

                                            >With that you make your way through town and began your new life


                                            >"Is she out of ear shot? Good. She is so gonna get raped! Haha!"

                                            >"Oh and the food is gonna ruin her day too! Pfft! Fucking Unicorn."


                                            >This fucking sucks

                                            >You probably shouldn't of trusted those damn security ponies

                                            >You stomach is hurting from that terrible food.

                                            >Tasted bland, it was like eating plastic and glue.

                                            >You looked up to see that you are almost near your stop.

                                            >Waiting on the bus you notice a growing number of ponies wearing military uniforms.

                                            >You notice a lot of them kept staring at you

                                            >One more stop before the base and the bus was full of military ponies and me.

                                            >This is where things got loud.

                                            >Everyone in uniform switched there manner from quiet to loud talkers.

                                            >Topic range from sexual acts to things related to shooting and hoping for some real action with pathetic Equestrians.

                                            >You sit there quietly only to gather attention as things quiet down.

                                            >A stallion who look like he was still young slid into the seat next to you.

                                            >"So whats a cute mare like you doing here all alone? Missed a stop?"

                                            "N-No, I'm going to the base. I was told I was conscripted..."

                                            >Fuck this is getting weird.

                                            >"Ah! A rookie to get ready for training with others, why not we start now though? The stop isn't for another 10 minutes."

                                            >The stallion put an foreleg around you shoulder and rub your shoulder.

                                            >You can hear some laughter as you felt pressure moving your head towards him.

                                            "Wow, um... Thanks but no thanks? I don't need special treatment."

                                            >"Oh no, you are gonna get it n-"

                                            >Next thing you know a hoof grabbed him by the collar and threw him down onto the floor.

                                            >"Private. Go back to your seat."

                                            >Looking you saw a big look stallion with a beret

                                            >The young stallion glared at him as he sat back down.

                                            >"Don't worry new recruit. These idiots won't bother you now but remember, I won't be around all the time."

                                            "Oh... Thank you."

                                            >The stallion just sat down and remained quiet.

                                            >Everyone else went back to their conversations for the remainder of the trip.

                                            >You just need to pull through this.

                                            >You feel the bus come to a halt and exist off it

                                            >Your new life is just pass them gates.


                                            >You walk up to the gate after everyone in uniform does

                                            >The rapist stallion shoulder you on his way in.

                                            >The fucking asshole

                                            >The guards at the gate were dressed like the ones at the hospital.

                                            >Contractors you think to yourself as you approach

                                            "Hello, I just got conscripted recently, where do I have to go?"

                                            >"Building on your left Miss."

                                            >Looking you see a modern looking building right next to the gate entrance.

                                            >Thanking them, you head your way to and into the building.

                                            >You see a large sitting area with many others there.

                                            >A pony at a desk is waving you over.

                                            >You walk over to a mare about your age in uniform.

                                            >"Enlisted or conscripted?"

                                            "Conscripted"

                                            >"Well congratulations for being selected to serve in our nation glorious military and it looks like you will be, oh I'm so sorry for, group 13A. I believe others are in the same group are nearing to be called out and are near the back of the sitting area."

                                            >Before you can ask here about the side comment, she waves you away for another.

                                            >Well how could it be, 13 is your lucky number.


                                            >The group you see appear to remain to themselves mostly.

                                            >They look at you as you show up, looking for a spot to sit.

                                            >Scanning there was only one spot left next to another unicorn mare, she looked angry.

                                            >Sitting down you hear her let out a sigh of disapproval.

                                            >Shrugging her off you sit there waiting

                                            >You stared at the posters around the sitting area.

                                            >All of them are patriotic to the causes of Industria

                                            >Keeping it safe, spreading the true ideology, helping lesser in need

                                            >Also lots of anti-equestria propaganda and general advertisement for military related things to buy.

                                            >A few more minutes comes and goes until the very same big stallion from the bus comes in and comes over to your group.

                                            >"Group 13A? All of you. Follow me."

                                            >Getting up all of you follow him through some double door outside to what you see is an large open tarmac area.

                                            >You see some other soldiers being marched around to other places and even a few helicopters flying by.

                                            "Wow"

                                            >The mare you sat down next to finally spoke up.

                                            >"Yeah its all pretty amazing isn't it."

                                            >The group of you keep walking across the tarmac towards a large truck

                                            >"Everyone in, we will be on the far south side of the base."

                                            >The stallion stood there next to the truck waiting for all of us to hop on.

                                            >One by one we got on and took seats on the sides.

                                            >With that the stallion came to look back into us sitting there.

                                            >"Welcome to Ft. Milita, are biggest base on the eastern border. I hope you all will do great things under my command and leadership through your training."

                                            >With his final words he leaves you and the others back there as he gets in front.

                                            >With a lurch you are off towards the southern side of the base

                                            >On your way there you see others around the base. Many different types and size of military armor and vehicles parked, ready to go

                                            >You wonder if there an an air force base as well. You feel as if you joined the army seeing so much ground vehicles and infantry

                                            >This reminds you of home


                                            You continue to stare out the back as you passed by more things in the military complex. Buildings that all hold their modern look, even some old ones with modern additions.

                                            >You Architect side of you was loving it

                                            >But your engineer side was loving it more seeing everything else.

                                            >Maybe you could end up in an engineer core if they even have one.

                                            >The other mare you sat next to you was just as interested looking at everything you pass.

                                            >"Its just like how I would imagine it as a child, glorious and powerful. We will crush are enemies no doubt."

                                            "Yeah... Reminds me of home... Kinda miss it now."

                                            >She kinda gives you a friendly smile instead of her cold demeanor.

                                            >"Really now? Must of been nice. Hey, my name is Roxanne, but you could call me Roxy if you want."

                                            "Nice to meet you Roxy, my name is Aniy, sure hope we get through this training together"

                                            >She smirks

                                            >"Oh don't you worry we will, I was born to be a leader and I want all of us to do great! Though I probably come out better then you."

                                            >Fuck yeah this might end up like a friend rivalry.

                                            >I hope it takes sweet lesbian anime route cause she does look kinda hot in a tough mare way.

                                            >You lean back and smile back.

                                            "Please, I can so be on your level and do better!"

                                            >For the remainder of the trip your and Roxy's has caused others to brag as well.

                                            >Things remain friendly till two stallions decided to get into a heated argument which lead to everyone else to yell them down and things went quiet for a while.

                                            >Finally the truck came to a stop and we were order to hop out in front of a building which I would assume would be our barracks.

                                            >The big stallion got out of the front as well as a mare in uniform as well.


                                            >The big stallion call all of you to stand in a uniform line and at attention

                                            >"Hello everyone! I am Drill Sergeant Mahkil. I will be here to train you, to mold you, to make you the perfect example of what Industria soldiers will be and what others shall expire to be. You all have been selected be part of a very special group. A group that are very own leader was part of during her time of service. A group I was part of and still am. Next to me will be our group leader, Captain Hirro. She has been transfer here, back to here original group, to command us. She has experiences that were past down to her that were from our President in Chief. We are thankful to have her here."

                                            >This doesn't sound as bad as that mare in the gate building has made it out to be

                                            >Standing there, Drill Sergeant Mahkil continues to tell us the basics of what we are doing, what were the arrangements, rules, things about are immediate area.

                                            >Helpful info you are sure to remember.

                                            >Finally he finished and stepped back

                                            >Captain Hirro step up now, she looks you first, a smile that only spelled trouble.

                                            >She then scanned the rest, taking her sweet time

                                            >"I see a few of you will not meet my standards nor our leader's standards in the future and will be removed from the group and place elsewhere. With an extremely negative mark on your record. Failure to meet expectations is not an options. Some of your training will allow you to retry but no more then 3 attempts. I hope you all bring glory and follow your orders with extreme precision

                                            >On her final words she scans us all once again, you notice she took interest in Roxy on the other side of the line instead.

                                            >This mare might be an issue and maybe of the causes as to why you got the negative comment

                                            >Though you think people are just scared of higher ups or something.

                                            >Done with her stare she gives you all a salute which you and the rest return.

                                            >You all keep the salute until she gets back into the truck leaves

                                            >Now time for the barracks.


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