dakota cruz (rascal) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2012-11-07 21:21:00 |
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In Kody’s dreams, he is a prince. He breathes in that warm subtropical night air, drinking in the familiarity of his surroundings, high on his own power. There are the bedraggled palm trees, the huddle of motorboats waiting for the shop, the rows of faded pastel trailers surrounding a dirty swimming pool, the crunch of cigarette butts and broken glass beneath his sneakers. Equestria looks a lot like Jacksonville. He slips his hand into Fluttershy’s long pink mane and feels her skin underneath, cold and plastic but alive. He says, “You’re my best friend in the world, right?” And he promises he’s going to make her a princess or a governor or something like that, because she’s his favorite pony. They watch through the night outside through the hole in the trailer wall. The only thing that moves is some indistinct shape in the darkness, moving jerkily back and forth, drawing ever closer. A knot in Kody’s stomach tells him this is something bad, something he doesn’t want to see — but who else will protect his ponies, if not him? The figure staggers at last beneath the lone flickering street lamp, beside the sign that reads “NO LIFEGUARD ON DUTY — SWIM AT OWN RISK.” It’s Omar, but he’s also a lion — or, Kody understands him to be, anyway. He’s dressed in ripped gray clothes, a floppy felt collar around his neck, crawling unsteadily on his hands and knees like a dying junkie. He moans and makes strange noises, moves erratically, lurching back and forth for no apparent reason. The sight fills Kody with a mixture of shame and disgust; he wants to look away but he can’t — every way he turns, the lion-Omar crawls into the frame. “I can’t take it anymore!” Kody cries, finally. “I don’t want to see it! Make it leave! Kill it if you have to!” Fluttershy nods, slowly, her bright anime eyes steady and ominous. At once, the ponies flood from the walls; tiny plastic creatures pouring from every crack like ants bursting from a mound. Bright and multicolored, they swarm all over Omar’s body, tearing at his clothes, dotting his bare flesh like a page from Where’s Waldo? Omar writhes in pain, gasping, howling, and they hook their sharp little jaws into his flesh, trumpets sounding in jubilation as they begin to feast... “No, stop!” Kody tries to yell, but his voice is barely above a whisper. No one hears him, no one even tries. “Stop it, guys, I didn’t want it to happen like this...” |