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Sirlestia (part 3)

By Fish
Created: 5th August 2022 07:40:27 PM
13th August 2022 06:55:01 AM

  1. >Be Celestia boot.
  2. >Your mind ascends to consciousness.
  3. >But all you feel are your eyelids flickering.
  4. >And then comes the most painful, throbbing headache.
  5. >You scrunch your eyes hard in hopes that the pressure overpowers the pain.
  6. >it does, briefly.
  7. >Although, ironically, this feels worse.
  8. >So you relax, your shoulders loosen up too.
  9. >You move them a little, and then you start to feel most of your joints.
  10. >They need to be stretched badly. It’s the urge combined with a hope that the pain is repressed again - this time more pleasantly.
  11. >You begin by extending your forearms.
  12. >Ahh…
  13. >You feel like you are soaring through the air. Your hooves are numb; the wind has been kissing them for so long.
  14. >Then the throbbing comes back.
  15. >You stretch further, extending your wings this time to the fullest.
  16. >And then you feel something block your hooves from continuing forward.
  17. >You are not ready to deal with the visual and aural information that comes with opening your eyes and using your ears.
  18. >Until you realise that you already were processing noise, it’s just that it was so dull that you ignored it.
  19. >You open your eyes slowly.
  20. >Your vision was not blurry but it needed some time to clear away the TV static that came with the stretch.
  21. >You decide to take this time to stretch your hind.
  22. >Ahh…
  23. >Bliss.
  24. You wiggle your butt from side to side to try and pop something.
  25. >You feel some minor ones.
  26. >You go back to the position with hooves extended, and then you are met with the most peculiar thing.
  27. >A sky-blue bowl sits on the wooden floor between your arms.
  28. >This bowl contains one piece of food embedded in another object.
  29. >There are two materials that wrap this thing. One looks wet and is of two colours: mostly yellow, but there are brown swirls.
  30. >The other is an organic blend of red and green. It looks a little bit like wood in that fashion.
  31. >This object is surrounded by seven others like it, as well as another few different things, all uniform, but being a complex shape makes it difficult to describe or comprehend.
  32. >You think to carefully pick out the food with your magic.
  33. >You try it, and are met with the sharpest pain.
  34. >It shocks and then numbs you; you almost fall to your side. You hold back tears.
  35. >It grabs your horn and crawls down your face, sinking to the nape of your neck.
  36. >The throbbing comes back, more intense, but that sharp pain has let go of your horn and its sediment slowly disappears.
  37. >You shake your head but you feel your brain crashing into the sides of your skull.
  38. >You clench your teeth and wait a little bit until everything settles down.
  39. >You’re so hungry.
  40. >You tip the bowl and the food and its weird plate slides out, along with some other strange pieces.
  41. >You decide to try to hold the plate with your teeth so you could try shaking the food out of it.
  42. >You try it.
  43. >The plate snaps where you bit it and its shards are inside your mouth.
  44. >Well, it didn't exactly snap, but it did not exactly fall apart.
  45. >It was also like a sponge in that when you compressed it, liquid gushed out, this one sweet and hydrating.
  46. >What on earth?
  47. >But it's so delicious.
  48. >You chew it, slowly.
  49. >You feel three completely different textures in your mouth.
  50. >A skin, a juice, and a flesh.
  51. >You keep chewing, and it turns into mush rather easily.
  52. >All while you stare at the floor.
  53. >So you move your eyes to the... food.
  54. >You’re confused, but that's not new.
  55. >You think it's best if you just move on and eat everything that was in the bowl. You bet the oddly-shaped bits are also edible.
  56. >You lap everything up. They all differed in taste and texture.
  57. >Your stomach doesn’t ache anymore, though your head still throbs.
  58. >You recall the flavours and consistencies. By far, the first thing you tried was the best. The food you're used to took you back to the past. The other different thing you tried was dry and crispy: it did not have an unusual taste but the texture was completely new.
  59. >You lay on your side to relax. Your vision broadens and you can finally focus on multiple things at a time.
  60. >You start with the screen, it’s not bright, and on it you see people talking. They’re dressed abnormally, sitting around a table, and smiling. You can’t make out what they are saying.
  61. >Then comes the rest of the room, which is very small. It is lined with furniture and tables, but none in a style you’ve seen before.
  62. >You realised that earlier, your hooves were stopped by a fluffy rug in front of you with a short but wide wooden table stopping it from moving.
  63. >You turn your head to discover a most unorthodox door. It's practically a collection of windows.
  64. >And in the middle of it stood a figure!
  65. >You focus a bit more, until you both stare at each other with wide eyes.
  66. >Its hair looks wet, and its attire seems comfortable, like the ones on the screen.
  67. >So much time passes that it wouldn’t faze you if it came closer.
  68. >And it does, slowly, with a hand out.
  69. >You don’t move away, in fact, you try to make yourself look a little more welcoming, despite everything.
  70. >Though, your headache has gone away.
  71. >You sweep your mane to the side and narrow your eyes back to normal.
  72. >”Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you…”
  73. That is good news.
  74. >Although it didn’t, it felt like it stood back, aghast.
  75. >You were sure you did not use a tone that would require that type of reaction.
  76. >Did it sound sarcastic?
  77. >Umm… let's try…
  78. You can come closer if you wish.
  79. >You even throw a soft grin in there and fold your ears back.
  80. >It looked around frantically with a frown, and, while still maintaining this unimpressive look, it resumed its venture towards you.
  81. >You allow it to stroke you.
  82. >You know that, for some ponies, petting feels great. But for you, it doesn’t feel special, it’s just something that says “you’re doing great”.
  83. >So you smile wider. You don’t know what you did so well, but this human seems to, and likes it, even with its gross expression.
  84. >”Why can you talk?”
  85. >That catches you off guard.
  86. Why can you?
  87. >It returns an even grosser appearance and you can't figure out why.
  88. >You serve an apologetic face to smooth things out, which works. Now, after looking down in an almost regretful manner, it trades the ugly frown for a plainer look.
  89. >”Well, everyone can. I’ve never heard of a talking horse before.”
  90. Where I come from, all ponies can talk.
  91. Ponies and people.
  92. >...For clarification.
  93. >There was a brief silence. But its curiosity breaks the spell.
  94. >”Do you have a name?”
  95. Isn’t everypony Celestia?
  96. >It looks confused, concerned even.
  97. >”Uh…”
  98. >It retracts its hand.
  99. >”I’m not a pony.”
  100. Oh yeah.
  101. >…
  102. So, what is your name?
  103. >It hesitates for a bit before sharing.
  104. >”Anon”
  105. >How unique!
  106. That is a very nice name.
  107. >It smiles in a way that makes you uncomfortable. Maybe because it looks like its holding back a laugh.
  108. >You keep maintaining a friendly appearance.
  109. >”Okay, let's get you cleaned up. Can you stand alright on your own?”
  110. >Cleaned up?
  111. >You look down at your hair and the rest of your body, and then cringe.
  112. >Yes, you would like to be cleaned up. Even you can't get rid of this dirt by yourself.
  113. >You cautiously use your limbs to push yourself up.
  114. >You wobble a bit, but eventually you feel yourself in a stable position.
  115. >You even try standing up straight and spreading your wings, until a look from Anon says that something was wrong.
  116. >You retract them as fast as possible.
  117. >Upon examination of the floor, you realise you've dropped a substantial amount of filth: feathers, crumbs, even small pebbles.
  118. >You look back at Anon with a red face.
  119. I didn't mean this.
  120. >It sighs while looking at the mess. Then it turns to look at you again.
  121. >”It’s no problem.”
  122. >You feel pretty guilty, and it looks like a problem, despite what Anon said. You really wish you could use your horn to sweep it up and carry it away.
  123. >And it does not help that Anon naturally seems so miserable. Is it because of you?
  124. >You hope not, but the thought continues to linger in your head.

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