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Just a minor drabble, then I'm outta here for the evening.

A slightly...different take on Earth-Equestria contact.


"Name?"

"Howard Phillips Lovecraft."

The creature did in some ways resemble a pony, but there were profound, alien deviations. The fine stylus with which it took down the information for his temporary visa application seemed to somehow tackily adhere to its so-called "hoof."

Hoof. An intelligent entity with hooves – as the old diabolists would have it, the mark of the devil. But it wasn't even the honest hoof of a horse – aside from its curious adhesiveness, it had an impossible plasticity to it, flexing to fit a handle on a mug or…

"Terrestrial residence?"

"Providence, Rhode Island, United States."

Fortunately, the "Equestrians" – as the alien, unpronounceable name of their trans-universal realm had been infantilized in translation – didn't seem to care too much about bureaucratic details. It was a relief not to have to give them his exact address, although rationally he knew that there was no danger in it. Still, it had been the Equestrians which had torn a rent between the universes, and although they claimed it had been an accident…

"Length of stay?"

"Uncertain – I might have to stay the full six months."

Some people considered them "cute", he understood. There were even dolls and some dreadful Disney cartoon. He gazed at an animal face with outsized human eyes, a skull bloated to hold a man-sized brain, a foreshortened muzzle which somehow twisted itself to mimic human speech (he had been told that he would find Equestria full of English-speakers: very few humans could duplicate the whinnying local speech), and forelimbs that looked like tapering cones of hairy flesh until they bent with that blasphemous plasticity…and he was to entrust his life to things like this one?

"Reason for visit?"

"Medical reasons."

The "Pony" twisted its face into a disturbing imitation of human concern. "You poor thing! Don't worry – I'm sure that our doctors will be able to help you. Once we've finished these forms, I'll show you where to apply for medical coverage."

"Thank you", he gritted out. To travel to this place of madness, a world of utterly non-terrene forces and entities, where the heavens themselves revolved to the whim of inhuman deities, and abnormal horrors roamed black woods under alien stars…if not for the bubbling, growing, devouring monster in his gut, it would have been inconceivable. But Equestrian "Doctors" (Wizards? Witch-doctors?) had learned enough about humans and their bodies to achieve cure rates greatly surpassing anything human science could do – and it would have to be here, across the dimensional tear, where their eldritch powers could be fully used…

"Just a few more questions, ok? The nature of your medical problem?"

And even the sickness might not have done the trick, if Howard hadn't urged him to come in his last letter. Howard, a braver man than he was, had actually travelled of his own free will to Equestria, the writer of muscular fantasy entranced by the notion of a world of real gods and monsters – if singularly short of brawny barbarians! He had been staying among the Ponies when he had received news of his mother's death, and it had been Ponies which had saved his life when he had tried to cut his wrists, and it was Ponies which had helped him emerge from deep depression. Howard would not lead him into a trap.

"Cancer."

"Ooh, that's the big one for your species, right? I am pretty sure we have that one mostly licked, although I'm sure that the medical insurance people can tell you more."

There was a faint accent, but the voice sounded eerily like that of a young human woman. A daemonic shadow seemed to fall across his eyes, darkening his vision. In the corner of his eye, the sickly blue iridescence of a "Unicorn"' using magic, idly making papers grotesquely dance in air. Could Howard…among creatures which sounded so much like women…ghastly abominations…gibbering hideousness…no! It could not be. How could he even imagine that Howard…he was falling prey to irrational fear, to fear of the unknown, the oldest and strongest of fears. He would face his fear, and face these…creatures, and if he lived, return to Providence with his sanity still intact.

"Primary contact person on the Terrestrial Plane?"

And if he did live, there might be inspiration for some new stories.
Otherwise known as My Little Eldritch Abomination
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KifkeyKrunchies Featured By Owner Dec 19, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
One thing.

Apparently by the time that his intestinal cancer was throbbing, Lovecraft had apparently renounced many of his earlier views in general.

One letter in particular, in response to a request to publish a much earlier correspondence....

And why do I get the image of Robert being a guest at Fluttershy's house?
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QuantumBranching Featured By Owner Dec 19, 2012
Oh, he'd certainly toned down the racism by this time. But I think nonhuman intelligences would still seriously creep the hell out of him, not to mention the notion of man-on-pony hijinks...and give him some time, he's just arrived in Equestria.


Well, Futtershy would certainly be easier on his nerves that most of the other Ponies, but I'm not sure how well he'd get along with Angel. :)
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MrEldritch Featured By Owner Sep 6, 2012
This is utterly fantastic and you should feel like a good person for doing this.
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QuantumBranching Featured By Owner Sep 7, 2012
Thanks! I am _always_ a good person. :)
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KifkeyKrunchies Featured By Owner May 13, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Here's an idea: send him to the house of the Hanukkah Ponies for the duration of his stay, or their parents.

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QuantumBranching Featured By Owner May 15, 2012
Ooh, a twofer! We get to combine his fear of the Other with his antisemitism! (Although I think he's going to be _seriously_ confused by Jewish ponies. Who knew the Jewish conspiracy stretched so far.... :) )
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KifkeyKrunchies Featured By Owner May 16, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I was thinking that Rarity's accent and sophisticated bearing may play off his shabby-genteel roots and as it becomes apparent that it's an act for the most part, his paranoia acts up until his host begs Twilight for help.
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Hazencruz Featured By Owner May 7, 2012
Great stuff! I'm doing a transdemensional storyline myself (though it's based in hermetic ideas). I would've never thought to include Lovecraftian lore!
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QuantumBranching Featured By Owner May 9, 2012
Heh, it's not so much Lovecraftian lore as the fact that Lovecraft is one hell of a bigot: given his views on, say, Italians (let's not even get into Blacks) I suspect non-humans with magical powers would give him one mongo case of the Cosmic Willies.
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Hazencruz Featured By Owner May 10, 2012
You may very well be right about that. I would love to see some of this continued, but at the same time it feels so complete already. haha
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