The Big Four leave him alone...for now
Equestria Invading
Chapter 11
Rainbow Dash looked down at Jack’s form and smirked. With a grunt she hefted up her bulk and stood up, signalling for the other three to ease up on the squishing as well. Sweet relief coursed through Jack’s body as it no longer had to go under such stress, but he was still having a hard time breathing right to enjoy it much.
“Know. Your. Place.” Rainbow whispered. She started to walk down the stairs of the lecture hall, her weight making the wood cry out in discomfort under her. Sonata didn't even give Jack a look back as she followed after Dash. Derpy used her wings, which were somehow still able to carry her weight, to fly down to the bottom of the hall, accidentally bumping some heads with her belly on the way.
Rarity, however, stayed back for a moment, only a moment, to cast Jack an almost sympathetic look. There was no doubt in her mind that the little punk deserved what he got, speaking about her race as if he was the expert. But maybe they went a bit...overboard with the punishment. Sometimes she forgets how the very same race that beat back Equestria in the war was the same one she was, reluctantly, living with. Fragile and easy to bruise, yet at the same time the opposite.
She sighed and stood up, adjusting her skin type blazer, and walked down the Aisle to the exit.
Jack Boss slowly trudged out of the lecture hall, walking with a heavy limp. He made a mental note to chose a seat at the very front, as to never have to go through that torture again. The room was completely empty, aside from him, bathing the hall in silence. It took him twenty minutes to regain his strength again, for his lungs to return back to their default shape.
Luckily, last class was the final subject of the day, so it wasn't that he was late for anything. Except maybe for collapsing into his bed back at his dorm.
Jack Boss lived his entire childhood in Ireland, within a predominantly human society. He was twelve years old when the war with Equestria broke out. Thankfully, Ireland was far, far away from the battlefield, so his country's only contribution to the effort was zealous volunteers and ammunition.
For most of his childhood, Jack had actually doubted they had existed. He had only seen them on Television interviews and from tourists who recounted their tales about them, never seeing one in person. It was until Jack was eighteen, however, when he'd finally met one in person. He was in Dublin, applying for college, when he was world was suddenly filled with pastel yellow flab as a pony cut him off in line. She was...nice enough. It was obvious she didn't like humans that much, but he assumed living for ten years with them has helped take the edge off.
Ever since then, Jack always has been fascinated by them. Particularly, their history. He always found it curious how there was no recorded history before the first Hearth's Warming. But whatever he would try to ask about it, he would always get the same answer.
“It was a time of war and death, why would we focus on such a painful past?”
Ever since then , Jack knew what he was going to major in at college. Equestrian History. But unfortunately, it turns out ponies don’t like humans who try to know more about Equestria than themselves. The squishing that Jack still was feeling, was not the first time that had happened. It was it's the first time four of them had ganged up on him, and was the most painful.
But he was quick to move on, and was soon outside the steps to his dormitory. It was formerly gender orientated, but the arrival of the ponies had caused some changes to the campus, mainly, unisex dorms. Princess Twilight said that Ponies and humans should not be separated in any capacity, in an effort to try and ease more tension between the two races.
As of now, construction had been going on all over the outface of the building to make larger rooms that could accommodate ponies. Jack ducked his head under the wooden planks that construction workers were walking on and headed onto the entrance of the dorm.
Ponies were everywhere.
Jack gave a somewhat despaired groan at the sight of the brightly colored blobs. They were relaxing in the foyer and partially blocking the staircase to get to the upper floors. Of course, his door was on the highest one. With effort, he strained himself over the side of the railing, realizing it would be proba;y pointless to ask the currently engrossed pony to move out of the way. Panting, he treked his way upstairs.
The highest floor of the dormitory was the last to be exclusively human, mainly because the construction crew hasn't bothered to renovate it yet. At first, that gave Jack some relief when he heard the news. But than it was revealed that the administration was going to put ponies in their anyway, because they had, and you're not going to believe this, over-accepted more ponies than they have rooms for.
...and then Jack heard it.
The massive clip-clop of hooves on linoleum. Every muscle in Jack’s body tensed up. He really didn't want to have to deal with more typical pony antics today. But it looks like he just might. With his eyes shut and his fists clenched shut, and...
“Know. Your. Place.” Rainbow whispered. She started to walk down the stairs of the lecture hall, her weight making the wood cry out in discomfort under her. Sonata didn't even give Jack a look back as she followed after Dash. Derpy used her wings, which were somehow still able to carry her weight, to fly down to the bottom of the hall, accidentally bumping some heads with her belly on the way.
Rarity, however, stayed back for a moment, only a moment, to cast Jack an almost sympathetic look. There was no doubt in her mind that the little punk deserved what he got, speaking about her race as if he was the expert. But maybe they went a bit...overboard with the punishment. Sometimes she forgets how the very same race that beat back Equestria in the war was the same one she was, reluctantly, living with. Fragile and easy to bruise, yet at the same time the opposite.
She sighed and stood up, adjusting her skin type blazer, and walked down the Aisle to the exit.
Jack Boss slowly trudged out of the lecture hall, walking with a heavy limp. He made a mental note to chose a seat at the very front, as to never have to go through that torture again. The room was completely empty, aside from him, bathing the hall in silence. It took him twenty minutes to regain his strength again, for his lungs to return back to their default shape.
Luckily, last class was the final subject of the day, so it wasn't that he was late for anything. Except maybe for collapsing into his bed back at his dorm.
Jack Boss lived his entire childhood in Ireland, within a predominantly human society. He was twelve years old when the war with Equestria broke out. Thankfully, Ireland was far, far away from the battlefield, so his country's only contribution to the effort was zealous volunteers and ammunition.
For most of his childhood, Jack had actually doubted they had existed. He had only seen them on Television interviews and from tourists who recounted their tales about them, never seeing one in person. It was until Jack was eighteen, however, when he'd finally met one in person. He was in Dublin, applying for college, when he was world was suddenly filled with pastel yellow flab as a pony cut him off in line. She was...nice enough. It was obvious she didn't like humans that much, but he assumed living for ten years with them has helped take the edge off.
Ever since then, Jack always has been fascinated by them. Particularly, their history. He always found it curious how there was no recorded history before the first Hearth's Warming. But whatever he would try to ask about it, he would always get the same answer.
“It was a time of war and death, why would we focus on such a painful past?”
Ever since then , Jack knew what he was going to major in at college. Equestrian History. But unfortunately, it turns out ponies don’t like humans who try to know more about Equestria than themselves. The squishing that Jack still was feeling, was not the first time that had happened. It was it's the first time four of them had ganged up on him, and was the most painful.
But he was quick to move on, and was soon outside the steps to his dormitory. It was formerly gender orientated, but the arrival of the ponies had caused some changes to the campus, mainly, unisex dorms. Princess Twilight said that Ponies and humans should not be separated in any capacity, in an effort to try and ease more tension between the two races.
As of now, construction had been going on all over the outface of the building to make larger rooms that could accommodate ponies. Jack ducked his head under the wooden planks that construction workers were walking on and headed onto the entrance of the dorm.
Ponies were everywhere.
Jack gave a somewhat despaired groan at the sight of the brightly colored blobs. They were relaxing in the foyer and partially blocking the staircase to get to the upper floors. Of course, his door was on the highest one. With effort, he strained himself over the side of the railing, realizing it would be proba;y pointless to ask the currently engrossed pony to move out of the way. Panting, he treked his way upstairs.
The highest floor of the dormitory was the last to be exclusively human, mainly because the construction crew hasn't bothered to renovate it yet. At first, that gave Jack some relief when he heard the news. But than it was revealed that the administration was going to put ponies in their anyway, because they had, and you're not going to believe this, over-accepted more ponies than they have rooms for.
...and then Jack heard it.
The massive clip-clop of hooves on linoleum. Every muscle in Jack’s body tensed up. He really didn't want to have to deal with more typical pony antics today. But it looks like he just might. With his eyes shut and his fists clenched shut, and...
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