Just a minor drabble, then I'm outta here for the evening.
A slightly...different take on Earth-Equestria contact.
"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
"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?"
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.
"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
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.