Jack has a run in with somepony else.
Equestria Invading
Chapter 15
It was just another day on the campus. A bright, cold day in April. The butterflies fluttering, the grass being mowed, and Jack Boss, with his chin nuzzled into his rest in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of the Campus Library, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him.
The entrance hallway smelt of dust and old paper, like any proper repository of books should. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted a red cross, St. Patrick’s Saltire, over a half green half blue background with a golden wreath emblazoned as it’s crest. It was the flag of the United Republic of Ireland, which came into existence shortly after the war with Equestria had ended.
Jack made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. t was part of the economy drive in preparation for the new renovated dormitories that now fit Humans and Ponies alike. The Campus Library was seven flights up, and it just so happened Jack was looking for was on that flight, and he went slowly up the stairs, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the flag of Jack’s country was adjourned. ‘Saol Tá Iarracht’, the caption beneath it ran, which translated into english reads ‘Life Is Effort’.
These posters were set up all over the city as of late, in an effort by the government, as well as Princess Twilight Sparkle, to help ponies adapt to their adopted home. Twilight actually requested all of the countries in the U.N to take this stance, but as far as Jack knew, his country was the only one to do so for now.
At the top of the Library on the seventh flight, a fruity voice could be heard. A sweet, pleasant to hear feminine voice, reading out a list of figures, which from Jack could tell had something to do with the production Zap Apples. Jack turned a corner, and found that the voice came from a somewhat familiar Miss Cheerilee, his Professor of Equestrian History. Like all ponies, she was nine feet tall and grazed the ceiling with her ears, had filled up practically the entire room with her enormity alone. The Campus Library had not yet been renovated for her size, but that did not seem to faze her. Her moderately purple colored fur coat bounced happily on her fat frame, as each roll of lard and blubber jiggled from the slightest provocation.
“Good afternoon, Professor Cherilee.” Jack said quietly, yet politely as he noticed her presence. Out of all the Ponies on campus, Miss Cheerilee was the one of the only (or quite possibly the only) that did not seem to have a problem with humans at all. She treats everyone in her class equally, which makes Jack’s life easier.
Ms. Cheerilee looked up from her book and turned around to face her speaker, causing her whole body, including her face, to wobble along with the action. “Oh, Jack” she began in a kind, patient sort of voice, “I thought I heard you come in. Do you think you could come across and have a look at the bottom shelf for me? I would do it myself, but--”
She gestured to her stomach for emphasis, which was preventing her from bending down to. Her fat gut giggled and shook with the simplest movements such as breathing, her chest and stomach rising high and low with each breath.
“Uhhh...sure, why not?” Jack answers sincerely. His book can wait for a little bit, and he liked Ms. Cheerilee, even if she was a bit strict and disciplinary. Besides, reaching down to grab a book was hardly a strenuous task. Miss Cheerilee backed up a tad, allowing for Jack to have enough space to have access to the lowest shelf.
“What brings you to the Library, dear?” She asked.
“I’m looking for a book.” Jack responded. He thought that the belly flab would touch him at one point, it was so close.
“Oh.” said Miss Cherilee, in a somewhat less fruity voice than before, a layer of sternness creeping up into it. “What kind of book?”.
“A history book.” Jack answered. He bent down to the ground and inspected the low shelf. Even though he was small compared to a Pony, he was still tall enough for his legs to hurt when he crouches. “Which book were you looking for by the way?”
“...Jack.” His professor sighed. “Are you trying to find a book on Equestrian History?”
Jack froze up. His heart stopped for a moment before pumping again as he registered the comment. In vain, he tried to ignore the question. “W-was it ‘The theory and practise of Virology’ you were looking for?” He said as he read from the first book he saw.
“Jack.” Miss Cheerilee said in a more patient tone. “I told you not to follow this path, remember? The textbooks I gave to you all has all the answers you need. I honestly don’t--”
“How can you tell how much of it is lies!?” Jack said through gritted teeth as he clenched his fists together. He did not want to show anger towards his favorite teacher, but he also didn't want to hear another speech on how the textbook she gave him, ‘The Complete History of Equestria’, was anything but not complete. “It’s full of...of filler! Like a bad television episode it milks the content for all it’s worth when it wasn't even that much of value in the first place!”
“I-I beg your pardon?” Cherille was taken slightly aback. “If you think you have such a basis for Equestrian History young man, why not tell me instead of shouting at me in a Library.”
She was right. His voice had raised as a little bit of anger did in fact surface. Internally, Jack apologized, took a couple deep, exhaling breaths, and asked his Professor a question that he could not find in the class textbook. It was a question he had been asking for a long time, and so far he had not gotten results other than vague defences and/or a variant of ‘White Man’s Burden’, but with ponies.
“Why did Equestria go to war with Humanity?”
For a moment, Miss Cherilee remained silent. Her face was full of dread and apprehension. It was not a question she was prepared to answer. Not a question she thought she would have to answer. Finally, after a great interval of time, she responded with...
The entrance hallway smelt of dust and old paper, like any proper repository of books should. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted a red cross, St. Patrick’s Saltire, over a half green half blue background with a golden wreath emblazoned as it’s crest. It was the flag of the United Republic of Ireland, which came into existence shortly after the war with Equestria had ended.
Jack made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. t was part of the economy drive in preparation for the new renovated dormitories that now fit Humans and Ponies alike. The Campus Library was seven flights up, and it just so happened Jack was looking for was on that flight, and he went slowly up the stairs, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the flag of Jack’s country was adjourned. ‘Saol Tá Iarracht’, the caption beneath it ran, which translated into english reads ‘Life Is Effort’.
These posters were set up all over the city as of late, in an effort by the government, as well as Princess Twilight Sparkle, to help ponies adapt to their adopted home. Twilight actually requested all of the countries in the U.N to take this stance, but as far as Jack knew, his country was the only one to do so for now.
At the top of the Library on the seventh flight, a fruity voice could be heard. A sweet, pleasant to hear feminine voice, reading out a list of figures, which from Jack could tell had something to do with the production Zap Apples. Jack turned a corner, and found that the voice came from a somewhat familiar Miss Cheerilee, his Professor of Equestrian History. Like all ponies, she was nine feet tall and grazed the ceiling with her ears, had filled up practically the entire room with her enormity alone. The Campus Library had not yet been renovated for her size, but that did not seem to faze her. Her moderately purple colored fur coat bounced happily on her fat frame, as each roll of lard and blubber jiggled from the slightest provocation.
“Good afternoon, Professor Cherilee.” Jack said quietly, yet politely as he noticed her presence. Out of all the Ponies on campus, Miss Cheerilee was the one of the only (or quite possibly the only) that did not seem to have a problem with humans at all. She treats everyone in her class equally, which makes Jack’s life easier.
Ms. Cheerilee looked up from her book and turned around to face her speaker, causing her whole body, including her face, to wobble along with the action. “Oh, Jack” she began in a kind, patient sort of voice, “I thought I heard you come in. Do you think you could come across and have a look at the bottom shelf for me? I would do it myself, but--”
She gestured to her stomach for emphasis, which was preventing her from bending down to. Her fat gut giggled and shook with the simplest movements such as breathing, her chest and stomach rising high and low with each breath.
“Uhhh...sure, why not?” Jack answers sincerely. His book can wait for a little bit, and he liked Ms. Cheerilee, even if she was a bit strict and disciplinary. Besides, reaching down to grab a book was hardly a strenuous task. Miss Cheerilee backed up a tad, allowing for Jack to have enough space to have access to the lowest shelf.
“What brings you to the Library, dear?” She asked.
“I’m looking for a book.” Jack responded. He thought that the belly flab would touch him at one point, it was so close.
“Oh.” said Miss Cherilee, in a somewhat less fruity voice than before, a layer of sternness creeping up into it. “What kind of book?”.
“A history book.” Jack answered. He bent down to the ground and inspected the low shelf. Even though he was small compared to a Pony, he was still tall enough for his legs to hurt when he crouches. “Which book were you looking for by the way?”
“...Jack.” His professor sighed. “Are you trying to find a book on Equestrian History?”
Jack froze up. His heart stopped for a moment before pumping again as he registered the comment. In vain, he tried to ignore the question. “W-was it ‘The theory and practise of Virology’ you were looking for?” He said as he read from the first book he saw.
“Jack.” Miss Cheerilee said in a more patient tone. “I told you not to follow this path, remember? The textbooks I gave to you all has all the answers you need. I honestly don’t--”
“How can you tell how much of it is lies!?” Jack said through gritted teeth as he clenched his fists together. He did not want to show anger towards his favorite teacher, but he also didn't want to hear another speech on how the textbook she gave him, ‘The Complete History of Equestria’, was anything but not complete. “It’s full of...of filler! Like a bad television episode it milks the content for all it’s worth when it wasn't even that much of value in the first place!”
“I-I beg your pardon?” Cherille was taken slightly aback. “If you think you have such a basis for Equestrian History young man, why not tell me instead of shouting at me in a Library.”
She was right. His voice had raised as a little bit of anger did in fact surface. Internally, Jack apologized, took a couple deep, exhaling breaths, and asked his Professor a question that he could not find in the class textbook. It was a question he had been asking for a long time, and so far he had not gotten results other than vague defences and/or a variant of ‘White Man’s Burden’, but with ponies.
“Why did Equestria go to war with Humanity?”
For a moment, Miss Cherilee remained silent. Her face was full of dread and apprehension. It was not a question she was prepared to answer. Not a question she thought she would have to answer. Finally, after a great interval of time, she responded with...
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