“I have a lead on the Martines.”
“About fucking time,” Anatoly Kalchik snarled. “What have you got?”
“They’re holding a staff party at their home,” the private investigator replied. “I overheard two women from Harmonic Composites discussing celebrating the big contract the company had scored with the Equestrians.”
“Ha! Not hard if you’re in cahoots with them. Go on.”
“Aside from irrelevant subjects such as what they planned to wear to the party, I did get the date – this Saturday – but not the time nor the address. However, I’ll be able to tail one and get an associate to tail the other. With your approval, I’ll hire a third to watch for anyone going directly from their workplace since Harmonic Composites started weekend shifts.”
“Granted. Hire more at your discretion. I’ve been waiting for this break for too damn long to waste it.”
The private investigator nodded. “I know where those two live, so it’ll be a simple matter of staking out their homes early and following when they leave for the Martines.”
Kalchik smirked. “Sounds perfect. Once you’ve confirmed the address and that the Martines are definitely there, I want you to call and inform me. Then you can leave. If everything works out, then our business will be done and you’ll get that promised bonus.”
“I’ll let you know if any further information comes to light in the meantime,” the P.I. said.
“Good. You know what to do. Now, get lost!” Kalchik said with a dismissive wave of his hand.
Sophia Alderson looked in the mirror and nodded, satisfied with her appearance. She grabbed her purse and car keys and headed to the garage. Shortly, her Toyota Camry was en route to the Martines’ party, oblivious to the black Honda Civic following several car lengths behind. Her GPS guided her to the address that she had been given and found that parking was already at a premium. Unsurprisingly, many people had arrived before her, but a woman was not ready until the final touches were done. Nevertheless, it was a short walk to the house.
Music at a pleasant level drifted out the windows, as well as light from the open curtains. The hosts of the party promptly answered the doorbell. They welcomed her with smiles, their faces illuminated by the front porch lamp. The occupant of the black car parked illegally in the driveway opposite the house also smiled. His camera zoom clearly identified his objectives. He took a couple of photos and sent them in a text message to Kalchik, along with the address. He quickly received a reply:
“Got it. Go and leave the rest to me.”
The P.I. sent a one-word group text to the rest of his team (“Done”) and was happy to depart the scene. He did not want to know what was going to happen. He had done his bit and he was going to be handsomely rewarded, and that was all he cared about.
About fifteen minutes later, two cars rolled up and disgorged several burly men in hoodies. Kalchik emerged into the midst of the group, obscuring him from possible nosy neighbors and security cameras. They moved as a whole to the door where they paused.
“Why don’t you knock, Boris?” Kalchik said with a smirk.
The huge man nodded before body-slamming the poor door which practically flew off its hinges. The group then hustled inside to the screams of some of the occupants of the house. Guns were drawn from concealment and were waved threateningly. Boris fired a shot into the ceiling and Kalchik shouted for everyone to shut up. Then he spotted his quarries and gestured toward them.
“You two – come here. I’ve been waiting too long to have a little talk with you.”
A voice behind him said, “Ah, Mr. Kalchik – I see you got our invitation.”
The man whirled around and recognized who had spoken. He snarled. “This must be my lucky day. I have something for you, boy.” His arm swung out to pistol-whip Mark Wells, only to have his hand pass through Mark’s head as if it was not there.
Mark grinned. “Oops. That won’t work. You see, I’m not human; I’m a pony. Trixie, love?”
A moment later, an illusion dropped, revealing that every person in that room bar two was a pony of some kind. Kalchik looked down at the green alicorn who stood well below the head height of his illusory self.
“Want to try that again?” Mark asked with a smile mocking the man for believing him to be human. The alicorn wanted Kalchik to think that he had always been a pony in disguise.
With a snarl, Kalchik tried to aim the gun. However, his movement was abruptly halted as he found himself paralyzed. A magic glow surrounded his weapon which was removed from his grasp and floated into Mark’s hoof. He yelled, “What are you waiting for? Shoot the bastard!”
However, nothing happened. As Mark casually walked away from him, Kalchik found that he could move again. Glancing behind him, he saw that every one of his goons was on the floor and unconscious.
“As I said earlier,” Mark spoke up once more, “you got our invitation to the party and arrived promptly. That was considerate of you. You see, we want to have a chat with you too that doesn’t involve public indiscretions or murderous intentions. Since you were already doing your best to find Phil and Rosa, it seemed like the perfect opportunity to get you to come to us without revealing our presence.”
Kalchik frowned. “Are you telling me that this whole party was a ruse just to get me here?”
Phil Martine nodded. “We were fully aware of your private investigator’s efforts to find us. We were quite prepared to ignore you and let things slide until you started interfering with Harmonic Composites’ operations. You truly are a vindictive man.”
“No one messes with me or my daughter!” Kalchik spat. “You haven’t seen the half of what I can do to you yet!”
Rosa Martine shook her head and scoffed. “You don’t realize how badly you have screwed up. Eres un gran idiota!”
Mark said, “All you seem to understand is displays of power, so we’ve arranged a little demonstration. Congratulations! You are going to be one of the lucky few to visit Equestria.”
“You’re going to kidnap me?” He laughed humorlessly. “What do you think the American government will think of that?”
Mark looked over to the Martines. “It’s funny how you Americans seem to think your nationality makes you more special than any other.”
Phil shrugged. “No argument.”
Mark turned back to Kalchik, this time with a frown. “All we have ever wanted was peaceful trade with Earth. It’s people like you that threaten that goal, so I’m going to convince you why that’s not a good idea. Follow me.”
Three ponies, all Royal Guards, herded the protesting man into an adjacent room. A mirror sat in the middle of the floor surrounded by esoteric machinery which lit up when Mark touched a button on the control panel. It was all for show, of course, but the Equestrians intended to maintain the fiction with everyone, Kalchik included.
“Step on through,” Mark instructed.
Kalchik glared at him. “So I will smash face-first into it and look like a fool like you did with my daughter?”
Mark chuckled. “While that was a genuine mirror, the machinery hidden behind it was turned off. This one is active. Sergeant Clover, please demonstrate.”
The pegasus stallion walked up to the mirror and stepped through.
“Your turn, Mr. Kalchik,” Mark said with a genial smile.
Despite the confirmation, Kalchik hesitated before following the pony. However, he met no resistance and stepped out into the Canterlot training grounds. Looking around, he realized that it was filled with hundreds of heavily armed and armored ponies, griffons, and several other species. Many of the winged ones were airborne, but every single one of them were focused on the portal… no, on him! And they did not look happy.
Clover pulled him away from the portal to allow others to follow. Only then did he notice some humans to one side, all dressed for the party that he had crashed. By the smirks on their faces, he guessed that they had all been lures; only one of which the P.I. had detected.
Mark soon joined Kalchik, as did the Martines, his bodyguard Penumbra, and a few of the Royal guards. Unknown to the man, Trixie stayed behind to use her power to cover up the removal of the goons by the remaining guards while maintaining the illusion of the party continuing. In fact, no neighbor had seen or heard anything beyond two cars with tinted windows parking near the house.
Prince Mark waited for the party-goers to return to Earth before he faced Kalchik. This time, his expression was completely serious. “When we last met, you denigrated me for being, as you supposed, an insignificant African prince despite being informed that I ruled a nation on another world.” He deliberately omitted the fact that two mares co-ruled with him because he knew he was dealing with a patriarchal type that considered females as being lesser. “Your prejudice made you fail to see that you are not in the position of power that you presumed yourself to be in. Even counting the illegal enterprises that we have uncovered, your business is still trivial compared to Equestria’s. Your wealth is insignificant; my ambassador ate a diamond worth tens of millions of dollars in your world for lunch, and there are plenty more where that came from. You command a pack of thugs – I have an army!”
Mark swept a hoof around, indicating the gathered soldiers and Royal Guards. “These are a mere fraction of those at my beck and call. Any one of them could take on several of your goons at once. However, using the heavies is only one of the ways you like to attack people. You made the mistake of screwing around with Harmonic Composites, and by doing so, you not only attacked me but also my dear friends, Phil and Rosa Martine. So, now you’ve made this very personal. You forced my hooves, so I have to ensure that you’re neutralized. Neither you nor your daughter will be allowed to hinder either the goodwill between our worlds, or the fair commerce we are building.”
While Kalchik was many deplorable things, he was not a coward. Although his present position was intimidating, he nevertheless glared defiantly back at the alicorn. “You will leave Ivana out of this, you filthy animal! Don’t you dare harm her!”
Mark smirked. “We don’t harm anybody without good reason, and we haven’t done so now. Your daughter will not be causing us trouble though.” He looked to one side and addressed someone there. “Right, Ivana?”
Kalchik jerked his head in that direction as a bronze dragoness walked forward. She spoke up. “That’s right, Your Highness,” she said with her head bowed respectfully.
“I… Ivana?” Kalchik choked out.
The dragoness looked at him. “Yes, it’s me, Daddy. I told you that I turned into a dragon when I entered Equestria. I got my pearl back, see?” She opened the talons on her right paw to reveal the huge pearl.
Despite the change in timbre due to her different body, Kalchik still recognized her voice. “You’ve got your pearl and you’ve proved your story – come back with me.”
She shook her head. “I can’t. I’m not allowed.”
“Not allowed?” Kalchik turned on Mark and roared, “How dare you hold my daughter hostage!”
Mark shook his head. “I have done no such thing. She made a deal to get her pearl back and remaining on Equus is part of it.”
“You don’t have the authority to hold her to that!”
Another voice joined the conversation. “That is debatable, but even if he doesn’t, I do.”
Kalchik looked around and then up at the blue dragon that towered over him, his retort dying in his throat as she leaned down with a terrifying toothy grin on her maw and wisps of smoke leaking from her nostrils.
“I am Dragonlord Ember and Ivana is now one of my subjects of her own volition. By my command, she will remain in Equestria until I see fit to allow her to return to Earth. If she still wants to by then.”
“Don’t you dare harm her,” Kalchik said with a lot less fervor than previously.
“Are you threatening me, puny human?” She puffed a breath of red-hot air in his face, singeing his hair and eyebrows. “You mean nothing to me, but I will see to it that your daughter learns to be worthy of being called a dragon.” Ember then turned and strode away, saying, “Come, Ivana Goldclaw.”
“Yes, Dragonlord. Bye, Daddy.” Ivana obediently followed Ember out of the training grounds.
Mark stepped back to address Kalchik once more. “As you have just seen, Ivana is in good hands, even if they are dragon talons. We just have to deal with you now.”
“Are you going to keep me here too?”
“No. Not only are you very unwelcome here, but your disappearance would cause problems. You will return to Earth and go on with your normal legal business. But don’t believe for a moment that you won’t be watched like a hawk. And you will never know who to trust if you choose to think otherwise.” Mark gestured and several undisguised Canterlot changelings came forward, startling Kalchik who had never seen their kind. Mark continued, “You will never know if someone is who you think they are. They could be your maid…”
A changeling changed into the woman. “Your suit is back from the dry cleaner, sir,” she said in Ekaterina’s accented tones.
“They could be your secretary…”
Another changeling assumed that form. “There’s a message for you, Mr. Kalchik,” she said in an unmistakable voice.
“They could even be Boris.”
A third changeling became the spitting image of the stony-faced man who silently nodded.
Kalchik gaped. Even if he figured out that someone was a doppelganger, he could never guarantee that another was not looking over his shoulder or at the other end of a phone call. He was out of options, and all he could do was seethe and glare malevolently at the alicorn.
However, Mark was not quite done yet. He reared up, getting in Kalchik’s face. In a dangerous tone, he said, “But if despite all that you ever piss me off again…” He whirled around and loosed a mighty thunderbolt at a dummy tied up to a pole in the center of the grounds. It practically exploded and the remnants burned fiercely. Mark turned back. “…remember that I need neither a gun nor a hitman.”
Kalchik barely heard Mark’s words as his ears were still ringing from the thunderclap. He did manage to piss himself though.
Mark looked down and nodded. “I see you understand.” He returned to all fours and gestured toward the portal. “Go home, Mr. Kalchik. I never want to hear about you again.”
The man stumbled toward the mirror but Mark had one more thing to add.
“Oh, and we’ll be sending you the bill for the damage that you did to the Air B&B we rented for the party. Do pay promptly!”
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Perfect resolution for a criminal like that Kalchik guy.
He is defeated on every aspect, he probably can't even phone out without getting in trouble.
Though I am confused about no geas being placed on him.
But I guess Mark don't want to go over that line, despite eventually someone calling out that possibility.
There is a Harry Potter story on Fimfiction that has Chrysalis decide to hunt down criminal organisations like the Mafia etc, because they threatened the safety of their feeding grounds on earth.
'Culling the herd of dangerous and harmful elements' or something along the lines.
aware
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There are many ways to deal with someone:
- Research the illegal activities in private or business
- Deal with their financial or social standing
- Eliminate them all together
Or
Simply show them how outclassed they are in one aspect or all together.
In otherwords, we can do this the easy way or the HARD WAY!!!!
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I have no idea how that typo slipped past two sets of eyes. Fixed now, thanks.
Ahh, the old Big Stick, Bigger Hitter, and Everyone Is Out to Get You demonstration.
Depending on just how good the Changelings are, one them wont have to be a fly on the wall of his room, it could be the wall?
So far he hasnt quite got to the point of being given a totally isolated secure getaway, in which each day a fresh cupcake appears?
The news showed how terrorists failed to do bodily harm, funny how Kalchik was ignoring stuff like that.
Though the man was more pride and ego than rational planning and acting men anyway.
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Some people don't know the difference until they are neck deep in trouble.
That guy has to pay for a broken front door and what ever the pistol bullet cause as damage.
They probably have to dig out the bullet out of a wall or ceiling plane, I doubt it pierced the roof and traveling to places unknown.
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You're welcome, usually it's a auto correction issue.
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Psychological warfare can be managed more subtile, but that guy probably don't need more than a note given by a maid or so that he better has stopped gis illegal activities and become honest unless a anonymous hint get to the authorities.
Something like that would be more than sufficient.
Oh wow, kalchik is so much more stupid than I realised.
"Speak softly, and carry a big stick"
Well it seems our prince here is carrying a fuckin redwood log lmao
If Kalchik decides to disregard Mark's warnings he should be introduced to Celestia and Luna who can, even if only illusionary (at this point in time), show him power that makes Tsar Bomba look like a party popper. He may be ruthless and greedy but he's not stupid. I get the feeling that he might be down right now but he'll be back.
Maybe Chrysalis could let her more dangerous side have some fun with him, a bit of nostalgia for the bad old days eh
Aaand scratch one dumbass.
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I really hope that ponies don't become complacent thinking this would be the worst mankind could throw at them or are getting fat and complacent chewing on mankinds gristle.
Poking mankind into going scorched is an activity one endeavors to avoid with us, especially giving our ancestry as persistance hunters.
But lets have a bit of fun and assume Mark swallowed his stupid pills and decided to honk off his former species!
"General, report."
"My King, they've breached the barrier. The seeceeding traitor arch mages have really fucked us, and the monkeys have started breaking out the flamethrowers and trench shotguns."
"And the spells ingrained to make sure they couldn't bring them through,,,"
"The rules lawyering jerry rigging bastards fucks have just either been sending them through piece by piece or make them on site."
"Fuck... Chrysalis, anything on your guys end..."
"Uhmm... they've dispatched Irish, Scottish, and Napal forces..."
"Hah! Between us thestrals, dragons, and gryphons..."
"... and the marines have cancelled their ball. And have been told we have crayons."
"... Fuck me till I bleed..."
"... And the Canadians are getting ready to stop saying sorry."
".... OH SWEET FILLY SISTERS ON TWIN UNICYCLES, YOU ROYAL TWITS HAVE DOOMED US ALL!"
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I think Mark is smarter than that. He used to be human after all. He might not have Celestia and Luna's 1k of experience but iirc this exact concern is why they felt it would be a good idea to NOT put the first overtures to the US of A. Nowhere is perfect by any means but too many self-satisfied power-grubs in power here at home. That said Celestia and Luna could be last resort dark horse measures as their powers could be a double-edged sword.
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I like the humor, but this would need humans getting them not enforced and the truly loyalty of ponies and others. Extremely unlikely.
Also earth is mana starved, a population there would not even be half what Equestria has to offer.
I can see vacation homes at earth for Equis/Equus population, but nothing long term as growing there up.
Only Alicorns are fine without a mana pack, Changelings especially seem very vulnerable long term without a supply network in place.
Also Equestria isn't planning to share the secrets of the portals, that alone naked humanity dependant on the Equestrian Empire and its literally many allies in other Worlds.
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Oh definitely, but I wouldn't say smarter per sae. But he is savvy enough in his bias to know not to tea bag the pitbull.
It was probably also good to do that largely because we wouldn't be snubbed by that sort of gesture. Its not merely self awareness, we're just not that big on such formalities. Pretty much so long as ponies didn't out right go with our "enemies", we'd be good.
True, but the petty are easily managed sooner or later.
Wouldn't rely to much upon that unless they're willing to glass the planet, both in a moral and ability sense
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Well of course mankind would never actually do it. No reason too, it would send the populace of any country that could actually be a threat into having kittens, and theres to much to lose on both sides. Also Ivan shouldn't so sure on his adopted nations willingness to cover for his ass.
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Read Larry Niven's 'The Integral Trees' and 'The Smoke Ring'. Try using one of THOSE trees!
100+ kilometers in length, over 1 kilometer in diameter. Try swinging one of THOSE sticks!
As is said, that'll leave a mark. Along with lifetimes supply of sawdust,
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One need only wield an American stick from an American tree
When will Earth and Equestria exchange history books? There is a lot of things to learn about one another...
The horror... THE HORROR!
True that
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Like I said, a VERY last resort, like if certain powers that be decided to throw their weight around the "stupid weak aliens" via the military. Celestia and Luna if I am to judge would not showcase their abilities lightly, Maybe a solar eclipse or Aurora as a showy bit for the media/UN council, but the TRUE powers would be held only as a last resort defensive measure for only if all other measures and means had failed.
And I am also willing to bet that Celestia would have enough heart to give out a warning so that civilians and innocents could find safety or even asylum. Those that snubbed that or were on the side perpetuating the wrongs in the first place would be shown no leniency or mercy.
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That could, more then likely, actually work in their favor. Coming from a position of strength, as long as its not looking like their invading
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That's the trick isn't it? To certain powers that be, politically, religious, etc. Would see danger/bad intent where there was none. Either because they themselves are secretly terrified of this "new thing" or they are looking for an excuse to play with their toys as it were.
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But thats the rub, they'd see them that way regardless, so its a best to have a bit of gun boat diplomacy.
This actually seems to be the norm with most species in the work Im doing for Goldfurs verse. Its actually been something of study for one people for millenia, and one of the few constants. Are you familar with To Serve Man? That seems to be the reaction of most species to beings who show up promising a world free from want and ills whatever their actual intent. Not so much xenophobia as an instinctual aversion to shysters. So to avoid being sliced to wafer thin layers most of their species sends in the rough types first, diplomats to known variables,
Of course then when dealing with humans, it sometimes takes a bit of muscle flexing. One species when dealing with them pretty much had to, after a lengthy planet side battle, actually threaten to glass the planet to get to the actual peace, and lost so many of their ground forces they might as well have lost. In short, it was the planetary interspecies equivelant of this
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I have not read that story, though recently I read a story by the writer Firesight based on an older fanfic AU called "The Gentlemanverse". In his story, the US Marines send a contingent of operatives along with some official diplomats to hash out deals, but they are instructed to keep their guns locked up tight and if anyone tried anything stupid they'll be getting a friendly set of hooves helping them back across the portal. Actually, IIRC, they were originally instructed to surrender a good percentage of their weapons on crossing, but certain ponies assisted them with a way to keep SOME of their supply hidden just in case (which later turned out to be a good thing).
And I agree that I've been raised with the "if it sounds too good to be true", and I agree that taking reasonable precautions, is not a bad thing in of itself. I'm mostly talking about certain people in recent years who would take a fully armed tank to a preschool because they got wind of their precious baby getting teased, or see the rich fertile lands and want them for (cough cough "the best interests of mankind" cough cough) they don't give two feathers about these freaky horse aliens, except maybe a private lab or something for (cough cough disease prevention cough cough). And who knows? If these "cute little aliens" play nicely (see: "down, rollover, whose a good little alien freak?" ) They MIGHT be willing to cut a deal, but if they don't play nice, then 💥🔥💀
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Of course you haven't, Ive yet to void my brain of that particular mental abortion upon the unknowing populace of the Interwebz just yet
Gentlemanverse... just from the title like that of Admiral Kline...
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Well the gist of it is that Equestria some 700 years ago fought in a Great War with the then Imperial Roman-esque Griffon Empire. One of the consequences of said war is that it knocked Equestria head over hocks in regards to their population ratios. To this very day, there is a pretty heavy Mare to Stallion ratio with numbers fluxing from 3:1 to 5:1. To that extent, some enterprising humans and a couple of wealthy Saddle Arabians concocted a business that would allow mares in need to find love and acceptance that they were struggling to find elsewhere. And no this isn't some mere "temporary comfort" situation, they work super hard to be all-encompassing in regards both to their clientele and their staff. Before one can become a "Gentleman" they have to go through several months of intensive training not just on the laws and social aspects of Equestrian society, but also a pretty hefty physical regimen as well so they can perform to the utmost.
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Just a gigalo, everywhere I go...
Of course then again I suppose Kline would be a harlot, not a whore. Or a dumb whore
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I usually don't do this, but given the context, I think that it's funny:
*You're welcome
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Sorry, what? How does coming back for more after this display equate to not stupid?
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I had a similar series of thoughts after I had already hit the post button.
Perhaps I was thinking more along the lines of that after his immediate fear levels drop below code yellow, and he has time to chew on it a bit, he's going to be really angry at being shown up by this "Pony" and will start planning. He might be letting his emotions and inflated sense of self worth get the better of him right now, but he didn't get where he is/was on "sheer dumb luck" alone.
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Big stick indeed.
Ahhh. Niven. Those were good stories, but I prefer his Known Space stuff.
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Sounds like you've been reading Magic School Days and Hazy Days and Magical Ways.
I approve. I would also keep that idea up my sleeve as an option.
I admit I expected the solution for the Kalchik problem would be changelings replacing him temporarily and then using his authority to tank his company or expose any illegal business activities and leave him with no monetary means to cause problems or at least to tied up with legal issues or media attention on him from things to work under the radar to cause problems.
I was also surprised Ivana was tamed enough already to be present or that they'd let slip the truth of where she was, could have been a final extra card to play in case Kalchik ever gets his nerve back. But then we don't get a good timeline with this of how long she has been under Ember's tutelage since the last chapter she was in to get a good feel on that.
When the changelings started showing off their skills I expected Mark to demonstrate and threaten that they could replace Kalchik himself without anyone knowing, I think that would have been the real best final threat, that they could kill him and no one would ever know, after all he has no wife or other close friends, who would want to be friendly with this jerk, who could potentially spot the ruse.
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The petty are petty in every way my dear little smurf. One would be cautioned though to not assume that she is the way she is because she's a dragon or the way she is for the reasons same.
As are the course and cruel. A show of force in Kakchik is more then suitable. Ultimately he is a bully and as such a coward, so we shouldn't expect much more from him
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One of many gems of Fimfiction:
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https://m.Hah, just thought of another one. Kline and CUddle Horse boinkers Inc. be like
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https://www.fimfiction.net/story/129552/five-star-service-a-gentleman-for-mares-tale
Here's one of the stories in the off chance you were interested.
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I'm not, but might as well post it anyway. Not to sure you can post to nsfw content here(even ones on site)
Wonder how the this or next year's x-mas will be celebrated on Earth...
With the current focus on the recent developments between the worlds, and the countless alien races named and unnaned, it would be unsurprising that companies have rushed to take advantage of the situation. Twilight Soarkle princess of friendship plush dolls and models are this Christmas's must-have toy alongside Smolder action figures with wing flapping action, both standalone and as part of play sets with stargate like toysets, ready to travel the unknown world beyond the mirror.
Many of the toys would appeal to both boys and girls equally, and demand undoubtedly been to high to get it all rolling in the same year, outperforming even such favourites as Barbie, Hot Wheels and other branding merchandise.
Personally I like a Penumbra plushy with a toy armor during the day, to cuddle at night without♡
I wonder who will try as first to get people obduktion or technology stolen or robbed to get a advantage over the not pony approved factions...
02:02 until the near end come to mind...
Re-reading the story, rather surprising the comments section is so subdued:
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Currently getting the spergs of reddit and X collective tits in a knot about barb wire and the second amendment as a passtime but this does cross my mind now and again.
Mostly Chrysalis more or less giving up even the notion of causing a hitch in humanities stride, never mind stopping anything, once she figures out the sheer numbers on humanities ordinance.
Like I'm not some humanity fuck yeah guy, but.... yeah. Looking at the numbers, and this is just the ones accounted for... Tread lightly old girl
Maybe the ponies can teach humanity friendship:
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You mean like Twilight did when she jerry rigged all of Ponydoms magic to three mcguffins that strip away ponies magic if they have a disagreement?
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That that happen in this story? I can't recall reading it and I read the story at least from start to end with sequel +5times
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Im speaking in canon as per Gen 5.
But that does warrant discussion. I mentioned this in Bernards Cosmic Lotus and I think it very well applies here: Humans reject Friendship. Not friendship. Friendship. And in that way, humans would actually have a deeper understanding of relationships and friends then they would.
“Friends? Your friends? If you lock them together in a room with no food for a week…Then you could see what it is, friends! …”
-Vladek Spiegelman
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I never watched gen5 wasted lifetime, extreme survival situation are a very poor example to make a point.
What is your family worth? 6 bullets, empty eatch chamber on family members always aiming for the center if a head, or do it to yourself. See what family is worth.
What will Equestria bring to the industry table that Earth might have parallel production of it?
Nintendo = Neightendo or Neightrotto
Gameboy - GameColt
GameCube - SugarCube
Wii - Pigasii or Unii (I like the idea of the parody of the parody including “I” where the “e” would be)
Switch - Crossed
Playstation - PlayStable
Xbox- HorseBox