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Oportunistic research
By pzeezpCreated: 2024-11-22 23:24:19
Updated: 2024-11-23 02:59:31
Expiry: Never
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Original thread: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/41650353/#41668881
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>These ponies, they were an opportunity
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>Living self-replenishing magical batteries, each capable of storing unimaginable magical might
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>You've seen them fly, defy gravity, ignore physics, conquer nature itself!
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>If only you could get a hold of a live specimen…
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>Your team, however, was blind to the possibilities
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>They didn't understand!
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>When they saw you trying to sneak a few, small, inconsequential ponies into your laboratory, they started keeping a closer eye on you, stopping you from making any real progress
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>What do they think you'll do to the ponies? You wouldn't kill them!
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>They're exaggerating, you've never killed a subject that you wanted to keep alive
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>That reminds you, you need to clear out the fridge with all of the with enemy spy heads, it's getting full. And you think they've started conspiring against you
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>But now, you have an opportunity
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>Most of your team have gone to fight the robots, and they've left you behind along with scout and spy to "guard the base"
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>You know better, they don't think you're capable of shredding the tin cans into scrap as well as they can
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>They're not brave enough to tell you that to your face however, or else they might wake up to find themselves with their small intestine wrapped around their backbone
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>You smirk at the memory, you haven't heard any lip from scout since that little "incident"
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>"Whatcha laughing at?"
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>You turn around to look at your test subject
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>All this reminiscing has gotten you distracted, time to get back to work
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"I'm just so excited that you're here with me, now I'll get to know you inside out!"
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>You cackle, the blissfully unaware pony you lured into your lab laughing alongside you.
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>Well, not really lured, she just started following you around while running off her mouth
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>Then, you went into your lab, and she came along
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>You can't be blamed if she just came in and wandered into your lab
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>Or if the only seating available was on your operating table
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>This mare is so innocent, so trusting, and somewhat childish. She was... What's the word you're looking for?
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>"Puerile?"
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>The pink mare says helpfully with a genuine smile on her face
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"Ah yes, that works. Danke"
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>You take your notepad and quickly scribble on it; "Telepathy?"
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>These creatures surprise you with something new every day
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>Focus, you're wasting too much time
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>You have to act quickly, before the others come back, before spy shows up and ruins everything
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>He's undoubtedly around here, keeping an eye on you
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>You're not worried about the scout though
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>He's probably still fretting over the horse uterus you told him you dropped inside of him while doing his monthly checkup
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>You told him that it'd induce birth if he did any sudden movements, that should keep him occupied for long enough
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>You lied of course
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>The uterus is activated via a remote, you can't trust scout not to move
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>"You want to get to know me?! Oh I love meeting new ponies! What do you want to know first? I'll tell you everything! I was born on a Tuesday..."
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>While she babbles on about whatever nonsense comes to her mind, you turn around to start preparing some containers for the upcoming thorough equine research
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>One for the Heart, another for the lungs, a small one for the brain, a bigger one for the stomach...
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>And a singular one for everything else you probably won't recognize
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>You're getting tingles
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>The vivisection tingles!
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>Better get started
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>You turn back around, she's not sitting on the operating table anymore, instead, she's standing on one of your desk, displacing your tools and bumping some vials into the ground
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"Dummkopf! Get your dirty hooves off of my equipment!"
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>The pink menace ignores you, instead focusing on a remote with a big red button on its center
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>"Oh! What's this do?"
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>Pinkie presses the button, basically stepping on it
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>In the distance, you hear scout screaming
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>Well, it was bound to happen someday
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>"What'd that do?"
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>She asks, a tinge of worry in her voice
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"It brings us a step closer towards the next evolutionary chain: Horse men"
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>Pinkie lets out an ooo's in amazement
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>You're not sure nor really care if she fully understands the implication
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>You quickly swipe the remote away from her before she can press it again
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"Now, return to your seating, I don't want you to induce any more births before it is time"
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>She ignores you of course, zooming around the room seemingly trying to touch everything and anything she can get her little hooves on
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>Vials shatter on the ground, important notes are scattered, files and medical records clutter the ground, some even get wet, irreparably damaging them
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>You run after her, but she effortlessly avoids you
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>Before you can reach her, she opens the fridge. A dozen spy heads stare back at her, giving her side eyes as if she’d just interrupted something important
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>She stares at them back, somewhat stunned at the unexpected scene
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>That's when you strike
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>You grab her from the back, wrapping your arms around her barrel and lifting her towards the table
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>She's surprisingly light for a horse
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"WHAT WILL IT TAKE FOR YOU TO STAY STILL?!"
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>You forcefully lay her down on the operating table
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>*THUNK*
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>... And accidentally hit her head against the metallic surface, a little too hard
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>She goes limp almost immediately
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>There's no way that such a small impact to the head knocked her out
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>You shine a light on her eyes, place your head against her chest, you look for a pulse, slap her face
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>You were right, the impact didn't knock her out
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>It killed her
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"Ach Scheiße, that's not good"
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>The body was still fresh, extremely fresh, maybe you could try pulling her soul back into her body while you look her over and find out how exactly she died
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>...
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>Well, at least she's still now. You've never been one to waste an opportunity
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>You grab one of your trusty scalpels and jam it into her, you start carefully working on her
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>Finally, you make a big enough opening to spread her open
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>As you gaze into her gaping abdomen you see...
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>Nothing
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>There's nothing inside her, maybe she operates purely by magic? You better make a note of it
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>When you turn around to write down your observations, you're greeted with the sight of the pink pony sitting on the desk
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>The pink pony that is also lying dead on your operating table
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>Smoking a cigarette, sitting in an upright position
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>You cross your arms as you glance back at "Pinkie"'s body, just in time to see it slowly fading out
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"Where is the pony?"
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>"I threw candy out the window when you turned around, she jumped after it"
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>You calmly walk to the window and sure enough, there's the pony, sleeping peacefully on the ground surrounded by numerous candy wrappers.
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“You drugged her? I should’ve done that from the start”
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>"I had to knock her out, couldn't risk her coming back in"
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>From your position on the window you're able to see sniper's van, inside there's the rest of your team, coming back from their seemingly successful mission
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>Time's out
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>You turn back around, more annoyed than anything else
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>You take a breath to tell off spy
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>And he's gone, as if he was never here
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>This is only a setback, you'll get your chance
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>It's only a matter of time
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