/mlpol/ - Soulmares -- Alternative Universe

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ITT: Write a story about Anon in Equestria but in this particular one he arrives in, everyone has a soulmate, or soulmare, if you will, even he. Soulmates in this universe can feel each others' feelings if they are strong enough, no matter the distance between them. So upon arrival, Anon is bombarded with feelings that aren't his own.

Here's my take:

>Be Anon.
>A while ago you arrived in, what you later learned was called the Glasslands, a small area in the desert outside of Klugetown.
>You woke up there, where the very ground was made up of a layer of several meters deep transparent glass.
>You remembered the first night there.
>The full moon hung in the sky and it's rays made the landscape glitter.
>After trying over and over again, to enter the stone gateway that you had awoken next to, in attempts to return to your world with no success, you wandered off to explore the unknown region.
>You felt wonder and awe at the sight, and weirdly proud.
>At the time, you thought nothing of it.
>You attributed your pride from having just climbed a steep glass hill to get a nice view of the landscape.
>But it became weird as days passed, as you struggled to survive in a land with nothing to eat.
>You were starving yet every time the pain emanated from your gullet, almost as in reaction, a feeling of being stuffed and satisfied came out of nowhere.
>Sometimes, even the taste of cake washed over your tongue.
>It's weird as for desserts, cake wasn't one of favorites.
>But you supposed this placed brought that sort nostalgic desire mirage to the mind as you ate what you had come to call crystal scarabs that after a whole round of smashing into the ground, would give you it's tasty, tasty meat to you.
>It actually tasted awfully and probably was somewhat poisonous if the stomach ache it gifted you was any indication but it was the only thing here to eat.
>Your body ached back then as you struggled your way through the landscape.
>Most of what you felt back then, was hunger, pain, and despair.
>However, now you felt a great deal of confusion and some intrigue.
>You assumed it was your feelings but you couldn't place them.
>Like, why were you confused now?
>In the beginning it's been pretty confusing but for better or worse, you had to accepted your strange situation after a while.
>It certainly helped, that you were fighting for your life at the time, kinda makes you not ponder the "hows and whys" and more "where's the meat?", kinda ordeal.
>Days after you managed to leave the glasslands behind you, by sheer luck, encountered a group of ponies being lead through the desert by their camel guide.
>It was later as you started to live on the outskirts of the pony-only district, as a friend of ponies, that you, in a casual conversation with one of your newfound pony friends, learnt of the concept of soulmares.
>It seems like you had one and whoever your soulmare was, they had also realized that they had one, and since you were new to this world, they had never had one before or their previous soulmate died or something, so you could feel how they were overjoyed as the prospect of having one.
>You constantly felt the urge to hug yourself.
>You felt the need to show you appreciation back so you caressed your thigh with soft pets which you believe was received and quite well since you felt a need to kiss yourself on the forehead.
>Then three days ago, during the night you woke up in the middle of it with anger and pain that you knew came from someone else, from your mare.
>The sensation your soulmare sent you was a mixed up stew of negative emotions.
>On the surface the sensation complained about betrayal, failure to duty, and anger at pettiness, but underneath, you felt and undercurrent that spoke of guilt, hurt, and fear of what might come next.
>At first you tried to go on with your day as if nothing was going on but the anger that was not yours drove you to break plates in the soup kitchen and badmouth other employees.
>In the end, you explained yourself and the ponies were understanding sent you how with both food for a week and advice to love yourself as a way to send love to your soulmare.
>So you did so.
>You cooked and ate nice dinners.
>You slept in and hugged yourself.
>Whispered to yourself how it was all gonna be okay.
>Your soulmare's storm of rage ended on the third night.
>You knew this, because you had fallen asleep by exhaustion but was woken up right now to new sensation.
>A sensation of regret.
>And immense sorrow.
>Tears pour down your face.
>As you clasp your shirt's fabric over your chest and push yourself to stand upright, you slip into your slippers before venturing out in the night to get some fresh air.
>Usually, only the bat ponies were up and about during the night.
>They stood guard and kept their non-nocturnal brothers and sisters of the district from the other creatures of the city.
>But it seems they have went ahead and awoken every single pony in the district almost as if their was a silent alarm going off, because the streets of it were packed full of ponies staring into the sky.
>Standing hunched over, you peer up with them.
>In the moon, a black silhouette of pony has appeared.

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