Day Tsukaima in Equestria

I have a portal in the middle of my living room.

I have a portal in the middle of my living room.

I have a big-ass portal in the middle of my living room.

You had conflicting feelings on having a portal in the middle of your living room. Perhaps the most obvious emotion you were feeling was curiosity. Why was there a random portal in the middle of your living room? Having been previously preoccupied with getting ready for work, you had stumbled across it when you were about to leave.

You took a step towards it, hoping to examine it closer. A slight breeze flowed into the portal, as it sucked in some air, making the papers on your coffee table rustle. Looking around the room, you looked for something to put into the portal. He couldn’t just jump in now without testing it, could you?

Next to you lay your second favourite mug. As good an object as any. Picking it up, you hold it out towards the portal, and feel it pulling the mug in. Seeing what would happen, you slowly let the mug go, seeing it hover momentarily before floating towards the portal’s open maw.

It span in mid-air as it got nearer. Once inside, it span slowly at first, but soon began to pick up speed. The text on the side soon became a blur and so did the handle. Around and around it went, and cracks began to form. It didn’t split apart, yet light seeped from between the cracks.

An ominous hum could be heard as you peered closer to the cracked mug. The cracks themselves would have been invisible if not for the light. The humming picked up, changing from a low drone to a high pitched whistle, getting higher by the second.

Soon, it was out of your range of hearing, and silence began to form. A bit of an anti-climax as you awaited something to happen. Minutes passed of you staring as the blur that was once your mug continued to spin to no great effect.

Annoyed, and now late for work, you sighed. It seemed like nothing spectacular was going to happen. You turned away, hopes crushed.

You heard the mug shatter behind you, and flinch, snapping your eyes back to where it had been only to find a bright light floating where the mug had once been. It grew as you paid it attention, and soon became blinding.

You shielded your eyes, to no avail, as light took away all sight you had. Your room was now white, the portal gone from view, but you could still see your arm held up in front of you. Curiosity still getting the better of you, you began examining every inch of your arm,

“That’s weird.”

With that, you began to feel light headed, drowsy and dizzy. You yawn loud and feel your eyelids drop, unable to resist the lead-like weight of them. Your balance is all but gone, and you fall backwards.

You do not land, you cannot feel. You fall, no air whistling past, no sound to comfort you. A never ending free-fall. Nothingness. You try to think, but can’t. You try to speak, but can’t. You were helpless.

There is nothing, until you hit a soft floor, a cushioned blow. You moan at the small amount of force you hit the floor with, a discomfort more than anything.

You yawn again, and your eyelids flutter open, only find yourself in an unfamiliar room. Regaining consciousness and a sense of awareness, you still cannot feel a thing, but a soft floor.

Rubbing your eyes, you eventually feel good enough to open them. The ceiling was plain, apart from a chandelier that hung in the middle. The walls were purple and an assortment of red curtains hung around the place.

You look around, nothing of importance to note but a doors both in front and behind you: potential escape routes. However, you can hear murmurings from behind a closed door. You listen to what you can make out, as several voices can be heard. You cannot understand a word of it, but instead count the number of voice, to see what you were up against.

(“It may go without saying but anything could help, darling.”)
(“I know, I know. I’ve been through hundreds of my books already, and I can’t even think of anything even vaguely similar.”)
(“Are we even sure it’s alive? I didn’t see no breathing.”)
(“It wasn’t breathing?! Oh my, I have to go help the poor little guy!”)
(“Little? Are you sure were talking about the same thing?”)

Counting five voices, you think they’re talking about you. And from the tone of the discussion, that probably wasn’t a good thing. You look for some sort of exit, and see a doorway only a few steps away. Pushing yourself up, you make an escape. Darting towards the exit, you begin to wonder where you were. It certainly wasn’t your living room.

Unbeknownst to you, that hesitation had cost you your freedom. From behind a wall of equine mannequins sprang one of your captures, a pink blur as she tackled you from behind. With a thud, you fall sideways into one of many piles of fabrics. They cushion your landing, but cannot save you from hitting your head against the wall.

You roll out, dazed, and in no state to attempt escape again, but if that were not enough, a great weight fell upon you, pinning you to the floor. With a groan of pain, you feel the weight shift to allow you to get comfortable.

(“Hey, you guys! He’s awake!”)

You again didn’t understand a word, but it sounded like she had summoned her friends. Another unfortunate result for you. With a clatter as they raced out into the room, you got your first glimpse of your captors.

Ponies. Small, Technicolor Ponies. A few had different appendages to the others. The two at the front had something poking out from behind their manes, another two had wings, seemingly two small to fly, yet the blue pony seemed to hover with no effort at all.

You opened your mouth to speak, but found yourself with nothing to say. You quickly gathered up any composure, taking a deep breath. You stare at the ponies and they stare back, neither of you knowing what to do. Unsure of what else to do, you instinctively go to the first thing you remember from the various self-defence courses you’d had. You shout for help.

As loud as possible, you scream at the top of your lungs, the sudden noise causing the ponies to flinch. But as soon as they had, a purple glow surround your mouth, keeping your lips together and you quiet. You give a mumble of appeal, but find you are shut up for a while. With a sigh, your captors regain their composure. You notice that one of them, the purple pony, was concentrating and that the same purple aura that surrounded your lips was around a horn.

(“Wow! That was a super duper defence mechanism. I didn’t know monkeys could do that!”)
(“A monkey? How didn’t I see that! Pinkie, you’re a genius!”)
(“Not to interrupt anything, but we still need to finish here.”)
(“Oh, of course. You sure you want to do this? It’s like caring for a new-born foal. You’ll have to feed it, clothe it, bathe it, house it, care for it…”)
(“I get the point, darling. And I intend to see this through! I did the hard part in summoning him. I must say, he does have a sort of… charm to him. Pinkie, if you wouldn’t mind.”)

Your assailant leapt off you with a giggle and joined her friends. With the other ponies watching her carefully, you notice the white pony approach you. In only a few strides, she stands over you, with as straight a face as she can manage. From this angle, you can see that she too has a horn. That same horn began shimmering with a blue aura, and lifted you up.

Before your very eyes, you were levitating. With no ability to balance, you have no way to control yourself. You are moved away from the door, and into a more central area. With a slight bump, you find yourself rotated and spun to sit in a chair, facing the unicorn.

As you regain your composure, she jumped up, placing hooves on both thighs. You notice her own eyes are inches from your own, staring into them with intent. You stare back, seeing her iris shimmer and her pupils dilate. You can almost see her intentions, but she pulls away quickly and stares back at her friends. You look past her, and see them encouraging her. She turns back to you, and sighs, before looking you back in the eye.

(“Sorry, Darling. It’s nothing personal.”)

Face to face with her, you close your eyes and await your inevitable demise. A hoof came to the bottom of your chin, tilting your face towards hers, wanting to look you in the eyes as she did whatever she was about to do.

Two soft lips enclose around your own, much to your surprise. Pushing forward, she leans into it, no attempt to break it. She leans more and more into you, beginning to push you out the chair once again. Further and further out of the chair you slid, until your balance disappear, leaving her to fall on top of you as you could only remain frozen in shock.

Ignoring the impact of the fall, you crack one eye open, to find her own closed. You could see the pony’s faint blush, visible through her soft white fur. Her purple mane was perfectly coiffed and curled, not a single strand out of place. Her horn, once again glowing, looked solid, as an indentation spiralled around it. Her eyes, still closed, took up a large portion of her face.

Her kiss, though forceful, was gentle yet passionate. You could not find the resolve to break it. Losing yourself in the embrace, you subconsciously shuffle to get a little more comfortable. Propping yourself up on your arms, you wake her up from her daydreaming and look very guilty indeed. Taking a jump back, she turns, hiding her embarrassment, yet she doesn’t break eye contact, as you continue to stare at each other.

(“Rarity and the Monkey, Sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!”)
(“Pinkie!”)

The unicorn quickly breaks eye contact, muttering to herself, walking towards her friends. You continue to watch her, curious about what had just happened. You wonder, trying to ignore the itch on your hand that was forming. The harder you tried to ignore it, the more apparent it became. Soon it became to burn, and you bring it quickly up to see it. Upon your hand, an image began to form on your hand, glowing with the same white light that had brought you here in the first place.

The pain becomes more apparent and you see the ponies’ grimace as they watch you. They all look worried, and the unicorn who had kissed you, was being held back by the other.

(“Stop, Rarity! It’s just the contract’s signature forming! It’ll be over in a few seconds, just… look away.”)

The pain was becoming more and more unbearable, and you screech in pain. You feel light headed as your skin is branded with the image of three diamonds. The hiss of the brand, as it scarred your hand, is vicious. Your breathing is heavy and your eyes beginning to roll back into your head. Everything becomes unfocused, fading quickly to black, as you begin to pass out from the unyielding pain.

Voices shout from around you, a high-pitched scream can be heard in your final moments before falling unconscious.

(“Stop it! Make it stop! You're hurting him!”)

Author's Notes:

Cancelled simply because I couldn't find time or motivation to finish it.

That said, a good enough reception to the first chapter will probably give me the kick up the arse to get writing chapter 2.