Heavy consequences


                                            Original thread: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/41148303/#41153382

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                                            "Babies..."

                                            >You say to one in particular as you look around

                                            >It wasn't the first time you called something a baby, but this time, it was really warranted

                                            >Small horses were all around

                                            >And these horses, they were tiny

                                            >And not because you were big, they really were tiny

                                            >Even Scout was taller than them

                                            >They were the smallest animals you've ever seen

                                            >Like a baby horse's baby

                                            >And they were everywhere

                                            >You don't know how they got here, and it seems like neither did they

                                            >One might think they'd be worried and eager to go home, but they didn't seem to mind

                                            >They seemed to like watching

                                            >Surprising, that a race of adorable looking creatures would enjoy such levels of violence

                                            >But it might just be that they understood how the respawn machine works, and that in the end of the day, no one was really dead

                                            >"Hey big guy, you're blocking the sun"

                                            >Speaking of fuzzy, pastel colored devils

                                            >One such pony is at your feet, you almost stepped on her

                                            >She either didn't notice or didn't think you would've

                                            >She's laying on her back wearing some ridiculous looking black sunglasses, very clearly too big for her face

                                            >You scoff at her, she's right in the middle of the battlefield. She'll get hurt if she stays here

                                            >You pick her up by the scruff of her neck and begin taking her to a safer place

                                            >"Hey! What's the big idea?!"

                                            >The rainbow mare looks at you with an adorable frown on her face

                                            >She looks at you with a scowl as she kicks her little hooves in a pitiful attempt to get free

                                            >As you walk to the 'spawn room', as medic calls it, mare and merc alike stare at you and your unwilling companion

                                            >An orange one guffaws at the sight, you ignore it. The Rainbow pony calls out to her, apple something, but she remains laughing

                                            >Finally, you arrive

                                            >You let go of her

                                            >She lets out a small 'oof' as she hits the ground

                                            "Baby pony should not be in frontlines"

                                            >She already looked indignant as you carried her, but now she looks outright pissed

                                            >"D-did you just call me a baby?!"

                                            >The baby pony scowls at you, it's adorable

                                            >She growls at you, are they part cat?

                                            >You thought the winged ones were mostly horse with bird added to them

                                            >"Take that back!"

                                            >You let out a breath as you pick your minigun

                                            >You should get in position, and ready up to defend. BLU team is bound to get here any minute now

                                            >You feel a sudden weight on your gun, small, but noticeable

                                            >It's the rainbow horse, she's clinging to the barrel of your gun

                                            >She's staring at you upside down with a frown while hugging your Sasha

                                            >holding it

                                            >Touching it

                                            >You stop walking to stare directly at this pastel colored furball of bad desitions

                                            "Don't touch my gun"

                                            >"Apologise!"

                                            >You give her a few more seconds for her to let go on her own

                                            >She doesn't, if anything, she clings tighter

                                            >With a last scowl from you, you rev up your gun

                                            >The rainbow mare's eyes open wide as she spins at high velocity

                                            >Her screams are wobbly, her voice wrapped from the nonstop spinning

                                            >Surprisingly, she doesn't let go immediately

                                            >She lasts a full four seconds before getting launched into a seemingly random direction

                                            >She doesn't crash into a wall or the floor as you expected

                                            >Instead, she goes flying into the horizon

                                            >Her screaming goes from loud to barely audible in the span of a couple of seconds as she goes farther and farther away

                                            >Ah

                                            >That was counter productive

                                            >With your minigun in tow, you start to slowly walk in the rough direction of where the colored mess flew to

                                            >For whatever reason, you felt compelled to ensure the safety of this creature