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Wrong. OP has already claimed the thread for Moonwand and puppet theater.
>You will never dramatically save the day with the Littlest of Pips.
>would be nice
Don't worry, they're just transmogrified fruit or something
but then why DID she teach her that spell?
Why does Twilight do anything she does
Because she read it in a book.
I just don't get you Alloy; you say ponies are not for lewd, yet you create this content knowing full well somebody here is going to make good use of it.
WHAT ARE YOU FIGHTING FOORR
Eventually you're gonna have to admit you're as filthy and perverted as the rest of us.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa it took me way to long to get this update finished:
>the douchebag who suggested poking her with a stick uses a green and brown OC for an avatar
This is troubling. With all this freedom I have no idea what to do.
Would Ultramare be upset if we gave chewy to a shelter? I mean, he fucking trashed the place
>forgetting GOOD DOG BEST FRIEND moment from Chewy
That fucker has earned at least a highrise worth of apartments to destroy.
>mocking the guy who's fave character has one piece of content
I don't like stallions, but even I think that's kind of a dick move.
Oh goddamnit I did not need to spit water on a new keyboard. Thanks a lot, anon.
>has done male content before
>won't do male pony content for some reason
>knows people would be satisfied with just one male piece
>"Hey here's something with this male character who has very little content"
>"Just kidding, actually fuck you"
If you're going to keep this tired "repressed minority" shtick up, then please do us all a favor and just kill yourself.
Crappy but also relevant: http://alloyrabbit.deviantart.com/art/Big-Mac-is-too-big-331207525
I could just say "Alloyrabbit was being humorous, and if the roles were reversed I guarantee you'd all be massive
huehypocrites." but I'll go ahead and lay out the problem with this whole fucking debacle.
I'm not going to speak for Alloy, but I think people are being needlessly indignant about this when he clearly isn't doing this to spite them. What I don't understand is why you think he's obligated to do stallions in the first place. The only argument I've ever fucking seen from these people is "Those heteros are so spoiled, us poor stallion guys can never get anything we want!", and I'm just so sick of it. Most of our content producers do this for fun, they don't owe anyone here anything.
By all means, you're allowed to be upset that your fetish has no content, and you have the right to criticize people freely, but for fucks sake, when I see people with this smug fucking resentment bashing things because they have a victim complex, it immediately proves they're not interested in being constructive and they just want to feed their fucking ego.
Apparently his tsitra360 account has be deactivated as well.
He said on eka's portal that he was targeted for a ban and he is currently appealing it. He hasn't said why he was banned.
>tfw i'm half asleep and slip in and out of lucidity
>tfw i start agreeing with dumb-asses
Yeah, I see your point. I'm mostly at that point of sleepiness where I'm highly suggestible and buy into whatever shit people throw my way. I retract my statement about dumbass anon having a point, and shall get into bed before I encourage more victim complexes.
Take it easy, anons, we're talking about cartoon horses. And there was no mocking intended--I was just enjoying some goofy wordplay
which is something I am known to do from time to time.
A bit harsher than I would've worded it, but yeah, I do this for fun and don't owe anyone anything.
Anyway, have pic related as a token of good will or something.
Yes I know it's almost identical to that Applebloom picture. Somehow that didn't dawn on me until it was too late
Now let's focus on something worth focusing on, like a series of colored, animated pictures:
Really great stuff. I dig the first-person nature of it. What program do you use to make all these gifs?
And good luck with your pseudo-CYOA Ultramare thing.
I hope it's not a sign that you're running out of ideas Also I vote we give PONE to me for uhhh...safe keeping.
That's absurd and you should feel bad for suggesting something so flagrantly impossible
for what it's worth, I just smashedideas together because I thought it would be funny, not for lewd
You think that's bad, Anon? I know that guy IRL. He's every bit as spergy and spaghetti-filled as you'd expect.
And I know for a fact it's him because he has a drawing of his OC hanging from his car's rear view mirror. Complete with name.
Glad ya like em. I usually just drew a bunch of frames and uploaded them into Image Ready, but now that I have Flash I use that then convert it into images for Image Ready (the conversion of flash to animated gif is ugly). And naw, I have most of the plot lines thought out, but I felt it'd be nice to give people a bit more freedom for a day
before I threw a bombshell at them
first gif of the wake up scene reveals UM's new perma-glowy kaiju eyes.
well apparently I'm a huge dunce and posted things into the ded thread last night. So here's a thing I sketched that I kinda like so far.
Gonna have to add in cars and stuff, now that I think about it.
Mostly because I'm pretty sure that males in the macro role is top nope for him, same how it seems to be for a few anons here.
hue. But seriously, ya'll should just relax and not get your panties up in a bunch so often. Especially >>19796805, you're just being a faggot.
Well, now you've gone and opened pandora's box. They're never gonna stop beggi- >>19799395.
Wow I didn't think they'd actually start.
I avoid him at all costs, Anon. But sadly, he knows that I follow Ultramare.
I may have also made the mistake of mentioning that Khorme hangs out here in MMP. So it might very well be a terrible idea to say all of this
OH BOY! Favorite time of the day! Let's go find some sidequests! Ultra and Orchid both mentioned that most of the monsters come from the Southern side of the city, by the pier. Maybe we can go investigate it to see if they missed any clues due to being so large most of the time
and call P.O.N.E. or Orchid to join us over there to see how they handle the inevitable stray monster encounter that pops up.
>Orchid will never let you feed her chips and give you kisses
>Ultramare will never consider you part of her family
>Sequoia will never snuggle with you while secretly wanting to eat you
>Snap Feather will never cuddle-rape you
>City Sweeper will never let you have a nice look at his butt while he's working
>Moon Dust will never let you look up his skirt
>You will never interact with a giant pony
>Giant ponies aren't real
Ask-Sequoia's blog owner here. Sequoia is canonically nice and sweet to micros and may lean toward some sort of intimacy with them but doesn't want to harm them.
Otherwise, non-canon, almost anything goes. Almost.
Yes, they fucking will. All of them.
Every single fucking one.
Also, what about Nim?
Ah, I've mostly been mislead by Alloy pics.
>Nim will never... make you sit on her?
Big pone wanting to be small never really interested me. I was also trying to keep the genders even.
It's fine. I really like alloy's personification of her. He makes her walk that thin line which is always interesting to see.
Sequoia still will play with her little pone friends but nothing outright lewd or harmful
That would be adorable.
Clay constantly asks anon to do kinky stuff with her. Nimbus does too, but he doesn't register that it's kinky with Nimbus because the size is just too much.
"A-anon, sit on me."
"Oh, sure, thanks Nimbus, I was looking for a seat. Golly, did I ever tell you about how soft you are?"
"N-no. But, go ahead."
"Well, it's true, you're the perfect cushion for my butt."
Later, at a candy shop, both Nimbus and Clay are watching, faces flushed red as they stare through the shop window at anon popping a hard candy in his mouth and playing with it absentmindedly. They both bite their lower lips when they find him later, napping and cuddling with an itty bitty toy on the sofa.
"Unf," says the big pone.
"Double unf," says the minipone.
To be fair, even though you're the guy who runs the blog, you're more someone who took the brainstorm from the thread and ran with it than anything else.
I kinda prefer Alloy's interpretations too if only because they tend to be a little more funny and usually have the bonus of saltlick and sugarcube tagging along.
In the early stages, when people were just throwing things together for her, she was supposed to but I guess the guy who picked her up and started drawing for the askblog is only really into butts and hooves so he dropped that aspect.
Which is a fucking shame really.
my personal headcanon that no one asked for is that she's into almost everything macro/micro. From gentle to.. not so gentle~
But her good nature and spaghetti keeps her from acting on any of those desires much.
>Big pone wanting to be small never really interested me.
Nim is a really frustrating character, honestly.
I never really know what I'm doing with her.
those poor ponies
I am wondering, how is that so many people like when big abuses smalls? Kay, I enjoy imaginary violence sometimes, but when I deliver it, not when it is delivered to me. As I place myself as micro, it is even harder to understand. I don't know.
The Adventures of Nim and Cinnanon when? They're each trying to find something
that they'll probably never get in the end.
I don't know, I'm almost 100% of the gentlest of gentlefags. The only thing that maybe doesn't fit into that is that I'm also a vorefag but even then, I prefer soft, nonfatal scenarios.
I mostly just like the fantasy. If I were to actually have a macro in real life, I would mostly want them to be gentle. If I were going to be with a macro, I'd like for there to be a bit of power play during sex and with them teasing me, but still having limits. It would kind of be like a BDSM relationship, with the sex being rough and everyday life being full of loving cuddles as contrast with occasional teasing.
>The Adventures of Nim and Cinnanon when?
The same time as the adventures of Cinnanon and Clay Pacts. Anon trying to live, Clay also trying to live but also kind of wanting to watch Anon get munched on because that is
one ofher fetish es
different anon, but I'm similarly a nonfatal vorefag. You can get nonfatal simply by going full fantasy and imagining that ending up inside someone else is somehow safe and pleasant
I still don't like the very idea of being someone's meal. Being bathed in saliva and then acid. I prefer cuddles, swimming in glass of vodka, belly rubs and rest of happy things. But unfortunately recently I find myself interested in hooves. Like, sitting on this soft part, rubbing, tickling... but not licking, though. And also defending micro friends.
>being this gentle
>being bathed in saliva and then acid
But Anon-kun, my vore fantasies don't involve being bathed in saliva and acid. In my mind, I would just get reasonably damp and then land in the pit of bigpone's tummy where the digestive juices would be at the far end of the stomach or something.
And even if it weren't, it's not like I would allow myself to die a slow, horrible death via digestion in my own fantasy (NOTE: which is why they call it a fantasy in the first place, because it is supposed to be sexual catharsis without any inhibition into what the outside world and realists might think). I would probably just get frustrated and say, "Dammit, bigpone, ya swallowed me again! Why don't you look what you're swallowin', ya damn bigpone? Ya think I enjoy this? Well, I do, but for all intensive purposes I'm a-frustrated as hell! Ya damn bigpone, not lookin' at what you're swallowin'! Damn you! Damn ya to Sam-hell, yes-a-siree! Damn!"
Similarly, being inundated in such a literal pool of alcohol makes me nauseous thinking about it.
But really, in scenarios that I enjoy (and write) I tend to just ignore digestive enzymes and acid. The kink is already purely fantasy so there's no reason why I have to subscribe to some parts of reality when I'm already leaving other parts out.
Really, when you get down to it, I just like the thought of being swallowed by a giant cute girl.
>you will never play tug-o-war with giant human Flitter
>you will never lose everytime
>she will never pull you up with the rope to a pair of teasing, puckered lips and lay kiss after giant kiss on your reluctant-but-not-really self
The fact that Bit strips are designed for sharing on Facebook makes this much more disturbing. There would've been an invitation for this person to share this with their family and friends.
Tumblr keeps eating my image sizes so here you go.
One of the most interesting displays of power, imo. It's like watching a whale. It's huge, pretty intelligent, docile. Until it decides to do it's thing or flex a little muscle for whatever reason. Then suddenly you see what it's capable of.
Well it's more of a content bump than some.
Eh, not that big a deal; unity's used in a lot of smaller
huehprograms like that. Just uninstall once you're done with it and wait till the next update that looks interesting enough to you if you really don't trust it.
>One of the most interesting displays of power, imo. It's like watching a whale. It's huge, pretty intelligent, docile. Until it decides to do it's thing or flex a little muscle for whatever reason. Then suddenly you see what it's capable of.
Misunderstanding. I ment one really brave micro defending his friends. But macro defending micros is also good enough.
What does any of this have to do with big pones?
>tfw i wouldn't even use big gloomy pic for this
>Nim lives in the countryside, far away from where Ultramare is.
>This makes her a prime target for bothering by all the rural foals and colts who are big UM fans
>They keep following her around, asking her to pose and do the same battlemoves as UM.
>One time they built a Kaiju out of wires and bushery and told Nim it was attacking the town
I'm going to ignore the fact that the two are probably in different universes because of the whole hooman thing, but whatever. Sequoia was on the same island as UM for the Postcard shoot so...?
You heaved and panted, barely able to stand. Looking up and shielding your eyes from the intense sun, you could see little ahead of you. Just desert, desert as far as the eye could see. Boulders, crags, and the occasional withered bush towering over you, offering little shade in its parched and broken branches.
You trudged on, fearing you will not find water in time. It was a stupid decision, leaving your old life behind for promises of a new world. When you stepped through the portal, you expedted a utopian paradise, not... this. Not even an hour in this world and you alteady discovered that everything wanted to eat you. Giant, fantastical creatures with razor sharp teeth, slithering and crawling over the rocks. You learned that staying motionless helped conceal you from these creatures, but you got the sense that they still knew you were around, and were just biding their time.
You scrambled between two large boulders and soon found yourself in a comforatable shade. Sighing with relief, you looked up to see what was casting the cool shadow over you, and you gulped down the dry air in your throat.
A creature far bigger than any other, several stories tall. It was pale yellow and, strangest of all, appeared to be wearing a vest around its torso and a hat on its head. Its eyes were fixed down on you, shimmering with hungry curiosity. It lowered its head, bringing its muzzle directly in front of you. You were blasted by its warm breath, warm and moist. If only you weren't about to die, you could have appreciated the humidity.
"P-Please..." you groaned in a gravelly voice. "Please, don't eat me...."
The creature turned its head and frowned. And, unbelievably, it spoke. "Eat you?" Its voice was distinctly male, and sounded reminiscient of a Kentucky accent. "Now why in Equestria would I want to eat you? Poor little guy, you are a guy, aren't ya? It's awfully hot out. Come on, I'll take you back to my place, get you some food and water." His maw opened, revealing a red cavern and a row of white teeth. You gasped and struggled to back away, but his teeth came down on you... quite gently and carefully. You could feel the ground shake as he walked, but his bite never tightened. All you could do was lay there and wait to see what he was going to do with you.
You saw a building off in the distance. As it drew closer, you realized it was quite enormous, the perfect size for the creature that found you. He kicked open the door and walked over to a nearby table, setting you down carefully. "Sorry about that," he said. "I wanted to be quick. Here, let me get you some water." You watched him hurry off down a hall, and you heard echoes of metallic clanging through the cavernous house. When he returned, he had a canteen around his shoulder. He threw it over his head and opened it, pouring out a few drops onto the table beside you.
You put your hand in, pulled out a drop, and drank it. It was wonderfully cool and clean. You kept drinking, feeling every drop roll down into your stomach, returning life to you. Overhead, the creature smiled. "Anything else you need? Something to eat, perhaps? I could peel off a little bit of an apple for you."
You stopped drinking and looked up at him. His smile was genuine, and he did bring you here and give you water, but could you really trust him? "Thank you," you said slowly, "but first I want to know... where am I? Who are you?"
The creature smiled. "My name is Braeburn! You've just arrived in Appleloosa, the most wonderful town in San Palomino! Well, the only town in San Palomino."
Well at least it isn't featuring a macro OC, I guess that's not quite as bad.
"San Palomino?" you asked.
"You know, the southern desert? ...Equestria?" You shook your head, and he sighed. "Alright, guess it's time I asked where you're from, and what exactly you are."
You took a deep breath. "My name... My name is Clyde. Clyde Dale. I'm a human from Earth. I came here through a strange portal."
"Hew-min?" he asked curiously.
"Well, what exactly are you?"
"I'm an earth pony," he said proudly. "Know what that is?"
"Well, I know what a pony is." Upon closer inspection, he did sort of resemble a horse.
Braeburn laughed. "Well, it's nice to meet you Clyde. Do you have any plans to return to this Earth?"
You thought for a moment. Your old life wasn't exactly enviable, and you didn't know where to begin looking for the way back. On the other hand, you didn't really know this Braeburn fellow. Could you really trust him? "I... don't know," you said finally. "But, you... what would you suggest?"
Braeburn licked his lips greedily. "Well, I'm awfully hungry, and you look so... delicious..." Your heart skipped a beat and you took a step back, but he just burst out laughing. "I'm just kidding Clyde! I promise I won't eat you. Us ponies are vegetarians anyway."
You laughed awakwardly. "Oh? Well, that's a relief." He stood up, then walked toward what you assumed was the kitchen.
"You're more than welcome to stay here with me, if you'd like. I'll take care of you." He returned with an apple, and a small peel that he dropped beside you. You took a bite, and it tasted wonderful. All in all, what choice did you have?
"Okay," you said, "I'll stay."
>Everyone thinks horses are vegetarians
I think the problem is people just assume "Herbivore" means strictly vegetarian, and that's not the case, since despite their gastrointestinal system being completely designed for plant matter, they still have canines. Horses aren't well adapted to eating other heterotrophs though, and they usually end up getting indigestion or even colic from it.
For example, almost every grazing animal in existence is capable of digesting animal matter, since they have a tendency to eat small insects and rodents that get caught in their mouth.
>you'll never ride around on his nose
>he'll never bake tiny apple pies just for you
>you'll never cuddle into his chest at night
>tfw not enough nose stuff
It's nice to know at least one other Anon shares my pain
>mfw I posted >>19816171
>mfw I've divided MMP between nosefags and anti-nosefags
Braeburn beamed. "Good to hear! I think you and I are going to have a lot of fun. Do you want anything else?"
You looked down at yourself. Your clothes were torn, filtuy, and glued to the sweat on your body. "Um, a bath would be nice," you said. Braeburn laughed.
"One bath coming right up! Once again he picked you up in his mouth and carried ypu into what you assumed was the bathroom. He set you down gently onto the sink and turned on the water, letting it run as he urged you in with his nose. You slid down the slick basin and stepped into the water. It was warm and smelled quite fragrant. When you saw the mounds of bubbled, you realized Braeburn had poured soap in as well.
"I'll let you have your privacy," he said, turning the water off. "Holler if you need anything!" With that, he slipped out of the bathroom and closed the door.
You took off your clothes and set them up by the dry edge. You felt more than a little exposed, but you needed to get cleaned off. You stepped into the water, watching the dirt trail off your body as you scrubbed it. It was so relaxing, you were tempted to fall asleep. Braeburn's pacing, however, kept you focused on your total vulnerability in the sink. You finished cleaning yourself as quickly as you could, then you let your clothes soak in the water, washing off as much dirt as you could. When you were done, you yelled "Braeburn!" and the door opened immediately. Only too late did you realize you were still naked.
>try the new Anon Capsules!
>just take with your next meal and he'll do all the rest!
>improves digestion! Prevents colic!
>buy one today!
>nose wars turn out worse than the stallion wars
>smaller conflicts splinter off of it
>gentlefags and murderfags go to war
>vorefags and hooffags nuke each other
>writefags and drawfags bicker over who works harder
>end of MMP
And it's all your fault. Good going, anon.
How about finishing what you started with the spiky boots?
Actually it was more like this:
>Pony is sick
>Doc give them vitamin pills
>Anon in dark place
>Pony take pill
>Anon melt in unknown substance
>"What in pill?"
>Pony cuts open pill with knife
>An anon pop out
>Pony faints I think, I don't remember so good
I'm under the impression that Equestrian medicine isn't exactly the pinnacle of achievement.
>Let's be friend and accept eachother
I remember when saying shit like that here would get you laughed out of the room.
The quickest way to a monstermare's heart is to be swallowed.
>Getting ready to work at Snoop Inc.
>Building and selling weed fleshlights
>Been recently working on an invention that might just get you a promotion to Executive Weed Blazer
>Salary: 420k a year
>Your invention: the Weedora
>A fedora made of weed, with a can holder for Mtn Dew and a bowl on the side for cheetos
>Made of 100% blazable weed
>You're about to go
>You reach for your keys
>You grab the keychain and hear a small 'Eep!'
>You check your keys, there is a small yellow pony attached
>"H-hi...' It says
>From your time browsing MMP, you realize this must be Yellow Homo or possibly Golden Standars
"I want you close to my heart."
"Aw that's so sweet. Well I love you too."
"I'm glad you approve."
"W-wait, what are you doing?"
*nam nam nam*
Stuck inside the heart, ever rocking with a beat that makes nightclubs envious.
>*nam nam nam*
I didn't get to the cars, sorry. We'll just say that Sweep cleared the streets beforehand or something.
Well, I like that it featured Nim in it at least.
Also, just realized that the "oh shit" was a separate paragraph from the one above it. Whooops.
Sorry, I guess? Here, have some Nim on her own to cheer you up.
I like stallions, but I still don't really care about Sweep very much. He still doesn't have a hint of a personality yet. Even Snap has a personality, even it's one that most people don't like.
Why "never," anon? Don't you want to feel the all-encompassing form? Hear the beat of a thunderous heart. Feel the energy all around you, the symbol of a living dynamo that entreats you to dare to go deeper? Environment alive at the touch. Moving, throbbing, undulation that sends sparks dancing along your fingertips as it touches the surface. The entire place so... alive.
I figured he meant in the story series
>when in dire situation, use needle
I will not pass so easily, not today!
Also this is pretty weird. Scenario like that: Anons being kidnapped, shrunk and used as medicaments for pones.
Oh yeah? Well what's Nim going to do? Make me be sorr- wait... shit.
Technically, you just need to have little needle in your pocket. When you are being shrunk, you put it out so it wont shrink with you. Then you have nice weapon against unaware or sadistic bigpones.
It all started here http://archive.heinessen.com/mlp/thread/S19632620#p19659296
Some anon was being a dickhead. We actually thought it was you at first until he started getting obvious. Shit shoe is now associated with rage.
huedrug company is sued.
No more Anon-pills available for sale anywhere.
Anon's, all ready for shipment, are left in warehouse.
The pills slowly reach their expiration date.
No one was saved, all for the want of a needle.
>black market established
>anon-pill trade flourishes
>becomes a luxury item/recreational drug
>before it was only special anons who worked for the pharmaceutical company made
>now, anyone off the street can be kidnapped and put into a pill
>you never know if you'll wake up in your bed or about to be eaten like a piece of candy
You think micro os your ally? You merely adopted it. I was born into it - molded by it. I didn't see a bigpone until I grew my first cap. By that time it was nothing but collossal to me. The smallness betrays you because it belong to me.
>Pills no longer have opaque covering.
>Those who buy them know what they are anyway.
>Some pill manages to have a weapon.
>Pony realizes early, thanks to clear coating, and gets him at half price.
>She easily uncaps the pill and disarms him.
>No chase sequence required, but done for kicks.
>Sick pony lets Anon thrash in her mouth and massage her sore tonsils.
>Then, she swishes him about one last time with a bit of water before swallowing.
>Later, after a quick nap, she feels much better.
>And takes an extra dose just to be sure.
>not using #sorrynotsorry
Good to see you aren't an SJW. I loved the game for it's weapons creation system.
How would you goys feel about a highly structured CYOA that I intend to start and finish later tonight and tomorrow?
A final solution then. You all know how powerful and yet deceiving can Ahmeds be. I may use their way out. Powerful explosives, that can be hidden under clothes, so neither dealers nor pones can discover. Powerful enough to do serious internal damage, even more when detonated while bigpone is swallowing. Desperate, but most likely successful method.
Where is your Celestia now?
Say what you want about the razor Apple scare, but razor anon escaped the apple uneaten
I'm so sorry
Yes. This one will focus on characters that might not have had a chance to be in the spotlight. We'll be avoiding the main cast and some of the more prominent side characters to try to have a unique and fun experience.
>Pills weighed before distribution.
>Extra weight deems your pill an abnormality.
>Company has had problems with abnormal pills.
>Autosort switches conveyor.
>Sent to the crusher.
>Killed by a heartless machine.
You could have had bigpone, man. If only for a brief few moments, you could have lived the dream but you blew it all up.
One of two questions answered. If you'll find answer for a second, I'll try for the last time. And then maybe face sadness of being dissolved.
Even if it is my antifantasion. I'm "unwilling prey" as someone called me last time when discussing vore
I don't blame you, I was uncomfortable drawing it.
My original idea was scoots for your average scootabuse but then thought about sweetie belle since her sad or in pain is extra heartbreaking since she's my favorite. But I went twisty because I feel this thread lacks content of her, as awful as she is
Well, let's get started. Our character is Anon. I really want to get some stats set up for him, but I think you won't really care about rolling for action. If you do, tell me and we'll set that up but for now, where do we spawn.
Shitposting will be ignored (noscope-tier bs)
>mfw this could be the next big cyoa
[stop till tomorrow, cyoa is more important]
And I suggest spawning somewhere in Manehattan if possible. Big city full both of dangers and possibilities. Easier to find food and shelter.
No rolls, that just ends up spamming out the thread. Honestly, what has really worked out in the past successful CYOA (read: The Macro Quest and Cinnanon) was that it was your choice where to go based on suggestions so you don't get stuck in a corner where you don't know where to write.
Honestly though, I haven't really participated in the last few CYOA anyways, mostly because they were either stallion based, which I just right NOPE'd out or just plain wasn't as good as Hexus or Drawfriend's.
Goofy adventures with
or inMoonbutt gogogo.
>where do we spawn
In Derpy's mail sack.
Done and done.
I'm using a d&d-esque setup for Anon's stats.
Charisma(How well you can interact with bigpones)
Strength(Do I need to explain?)
Wit(Ability to craft items and supplies successfully)
Cunning(Crouching=Complete invisibility yo)
Defense(Chances of surviving the stomp that could end this cyoa)
Stamina(Neckbeards got none)
>You begin an indescript height in an alleyway in Manehatten
>Ponies walk by, seemigly oblivious to your existance
How big are we? I'll poat Anon's stats in the next post
>How big are we?
A six on the Cinnanon scale.
About two centimetres. So you can be happy micro crawling unseen, but you still would have at least slightest ability of surviving on your own. And won't be killed by falling raindrop, dust particle and so.
I like this. We could experience the terrifying and destructive force that is a group of small children. Or go to cheerilee, or use any student as a taxi to some other pony such as use sweetie to get to rarity
's momapplebloom for zecora, scootaloo for the homeless pony and or crack pony, Ruby for Berry punch. Rumbles for thunderlane and or flitter and cloudchaser, or just stick with that chubby background Colt
>no luck stat
>no blindly stumbling into and out of messes of our own creation
Ah well, I guess that's better saved for if/when Hexus ever takes up the mantle of CYOA again.
What if we tried a little bigger, to help with survival chances?
20 is the max
>You suddenly realize you must be about 2in tall
>You compared your height to a bottlecap on the ground
>Your body height was about twice the bottlecap's diameter
Do you want to fashion a weapon fron random junk? If so, post pictures of items small enough to use in the manufacturing of such a device.
Or do you want to enlist the assistance of one of the bigpones on the busy sidewalk
>pic unrelated: My captcha
We should have a weapon to increase our chances in case of encountering, for example, hungry cat. And my proposal is simple...
Go to a fast-food joint and acquire a stack of ketchup packet kawarimi.
Infinite crush scene no-jutsu.
I'm still working on it. I'm also have the Lyra continuation, the unaware EG Vinyl story, and something with Flash Sentry with shrunken Bleublood. I have a lot on my plate at the moment so updates on stuff may take a while.
You covered up as quickly as possible, but Braeburn just looked at you curiously. "What's wrong Clyde? You look all flustered, come on. I'll get your clothes dried." To your surprise, he opened his mouth and scooped you up with his tongue, causing your naked body to fall against the wet, rough surface. He closed his mouth, holding you in the cavern as he walked into the bedroom. After a while, his mouth opened, and you slid out onto a soft expanse.
"Sorry about that," he said, "thought it would be a bit more comfortable." He hung his hat and vest up on two hooks hanging on the wall, then sat net to you, bending the covers of the bed towards his bulging thighs. "I'm going to take a nap. You're welcome to join me, unless you'd like to do other things."
You stood there, stark naked, with the gigantic pony looking down at you as casually as he would anyone. Again, you didn't have much of a choice. "Sure, I'll get some sleep too," you said, feigning a yawn.
Braeburn smiled and laid down beside you, plopping his head onto the pillow and letting out a genuine yawn. "Whelp, see you in a couple hours Clyde." His eyes closed as he squirmed to get more comfortable.
Unsure of where you were going to sleep, you gently approached the reclining stallion, walking up to his huge, furry chest. You placed your hand on it, and discovered it was soft and warm. Suddenly tired, you laid against his chest, and his hoof came up in front of you. For a moment, you thought you were going to be squished, but it came down gently, holding you firmly against him. You looked up at his face. His eyes were still closed, but he was smiling sheepishly, and his cheeks were faintly pink.
You laid down in the warm crevice of his body and quickly fell asleep.
>You pick up the bottlecap and jam your left arm into it, making makeshift a shield
>Looking around a little more in the alley, you find a 2 foot section of string, a twig, and a blade from what you think may have been an old crafting knife
>The shield was a little bulky to carry around but it /should/ be able to withstand a bigpone's hoof
>Using some of the string, you attach the blade to the end of the twig, creating a bladed staff
>By the time you finish building, your mysterious red stallion was long gone
>However, there were quite a few possible ponies walking by
>Deeper down the alley, there could be a few enemies to fight or even another Anon to add to your party
Bottlecap shield of shielding (Def. -.25%)
Bladestaff (Atk. 3)
String (helpful for string-related tasks)
Go it alone and find a pony?
Or head deeper and gain some EXP, maybe find a partner.
>even another Anon
Are we near any pharmaceutical company headquarters? Maybe it's time to undertake an investigation and rescue of a pill-anon as per the previous conversation in the thread.
>not Blade of Exact Zero
I say find a partner, if only because of safety in numbers
and so they can die instead of Anon when the murderfags start getting antsy.
only if your partner is a dick and keeps insulting unikitty while you try to defuse the situation.
>Partner insults unikitty
>partner becomes ketchup
>unikitty turns to you, still mad
sing a song
decides you're not as mean as your partner-turned-condiment-stain
> Sentient being calls you a butt face
> Kill them
Yeah so how is that character not an awful fucking person? It'd distract me horrendously.
Doesn't mean it has to have stupid unbelievable characters. I hate to do it. But I could bring up the wife shrinking husband shit from GC, that is brought up at ad nauseum.
To clarify, you can make the Cyoa what ever. I'd just like to know what I'm in for.
Unikitty is bipolar as fuck. It would make sense if she's pushed enough. If acting "OOC" enough to kill is enough o turn you off, then how do you read anything with canon characters? I'm pretty sure that none of the mane six would actually eat/crush/sex a small bipedal alien.
That's one reason why I like that with pony stuff we can have Breezies or shrunken humans, it's a lot easier for canon character to think of them differently from a tiny pony. Hell, they could even think a human is a type of bug. Easier to work with.
It's not my fault! He >>19820403 roped me into this!
If all goes well, I'll have either the next chapter of the Trap and Breezy story, an excerpt Flash Sentry and shrunken Blueblood story, or both ready by tomorrow. If we're lucky, I might get one done tonight.
>As you look around the alleyway, you see a mysterious unlabeled door deeper down towards the end
>Your journey leads you past a dumpster teeming with life
>Several roaches wander by aimlessly, begging to be slain
>However the door left ajar begs to be investigated
Do you want to ignore the roaches and check out the unmarked door?
Slay the insect scourge and earn some EXP?
It isn't too late to turn around and go back to the sidewalk.
Anon(str:11, cha:15, wit:13, cun:16, stm:13, def:18)
Gotta love that new logo.
If we're going by DnD (3.5) rules, level two will literally double our starting hp. While tempting, I can't not look behind mystery doors.
Alright, I'm sorry it took so long to get this request done. Micro has been taking a lot of my time and I had a lot of trouble getting through it anyways. I hope that the quality hasn't suffered too much and the anon that wanted it likes it. No pictures this time because I'm kinda exhausted and just want to get it posted.
>Jorg flitted about his home impatiently
>”[Come on mom, I’m old enough to make my own decisions now!]”
>somewhat of a black sheep amongst Breezies, Jorg always had felt the call of adventure
>while most would prefer to stay safe at home, and only venture out when absolutely necessary
>Jorg always wanted to go out and brave the unknown
>of course, his parents would have none of it
>”[It is just a phase you’re going through]”
>”[Breezies aren’t meant to leave their home]”
>”[It’s far too dangerous to go out there]”
>all throughout their youth, Breezies are taught of the dangers of getting trapped on the other side of the portal
>beasts and monsters abound, ready to lead a poor Breezie to their doom
>of course boodeymen and tall-tales never scared Jorg much
>if anything, it only fueled his insatiable thirst to explore
>and now, he had come of age for a Breezie
>the portal outside was open
>this was his big chance to live his dream
>there was nothing to stop him from going out into the greater world
>or so he thought
>Jorg had not accounted for the sheer power of parental glaring
>and now he was stuck, travel gear all loaded up
>but with a very adamant mother blocking the front door
>”[No son of mine is going to go out on a fool adventure and get himself hurt – or worse!]”
>Jorg attempted to stammer out something, anything
>she shot him a withering gaze that stopped any protest, dead cold
>defeated, he hung his head low
>”[Now go back up to your room and put away that ridiculous getup!”]
>to cowed to even respond, Jorg slowly plodded his way back into his room
>when he arrived, he gently shut the door behind him
>he made his way to the window
>nothing was going to get in the way of his grand adventure
>the cool night air felt refreshing to Jorg
>he was almost to the portal
>he could see it approaching now
>as he gently soared towards his goal, he made a last minute check to see if he had all his supplies
>food rations, a bedroll, a water canteen and various other assorted tools
>the cave housing the passageway was right before him now
>just inside, was his destination and beyond it, many adventures
>sure, he’d be stuck once the portal closed but he could make do
>at least until the next time it reopened
>he steeled his nerves as he walked the last few feet
>best to conserve as much energy as possible
>he stood before the swirling vortex
>and leapt through
>immediately, Jorg felt the force of a gale slam into him
>the winds buffeted the Breezie, sending him spiraling out of control
>his supplies were torn from his back and were flung into the distance
>the last thing he saw was the ground flying towards him as he careened downwards
>a pink blur streaked across the countryside
>Pinkie, as usual, was busy hopping along a path, busy with general Pinkie things
>things that usually included: songs, sweets and of course smiles!
>today, everyone was busy off on their own little adventures
>Twilight was off at Cantrlot for a guest lecture at Celestia’s academy
>Rarity had taken Sweetie to Canterlot as well for a little sisterly fashion shopping
>similarly, Applejack and Applebloom had left to visit Babs Seed and her branch of the family in Manehattan
>Rainbow Dash had volunteered to sponsor Scootaloo for special flight tutoring lessons
>finally, Fluttershy had put her entire cottage under quarantine to care for all the animals with a particularly contagious case of the flu
>so Pinkie was left on her own for today
>but that’s ok!
>it gave her plenty of time to plan her next big party!
>or the next dozen
>she had even brought all her emergency party supplies in a pair of saddlebags
>just in case
>she might even meet a new friend today!
>anything could happen
>she bounced her way down the lane
>she even felt a song coming on!
>just before Pinkie could break into a showtune, she was interrupted by a familiar feeling
>”Oooh! Oooh! Twitchy eyelashes! I haven’t elt that one in a while!”
>she was speaking to no one in particular
>”Lessee… Oh! That one means that I’m about to land on top of a new Breezie friend!”
>she was already in mid hop, hooves flying right towards where Jorg had crash landed
>the sound of screetching tires seemed to come from Pinkie herself as she somehow managed to slow down in midair
>her hooves ground to a half right above the unconscious Breezie
>she craned her head down to investigate what had triggered her Pinkie sense
>a ginormous grin split her face
>”Ohmigosh I knew my Pinkie sense was right”
>she started prattling off, still standing on nothing
>the force of her rambling sent her rocking off to the side
>the moment her hooves were clear of the fallen Breezie, she finally landed with a dull thud
>a small cloud of dust rose from the impact
>it gently drifted over towards the Breezie, sending him into a coughing fit
>Pinkie, who was still jabbering on about how excited she was to find a new friend, didn’t notice the coughing at first
>she paused her constant stream to take a breath
>in the momentary silence, she finally heard the light coughing
>immediately, her attention switched tracks from babbling back to the Breezie
>Pinkie leaned down close to her new friend, suddenly serious
>he was still unconscious
>”Hey…are you ok?”
>she nudged him tentatively with her nose
>all she got for her efforts was a groan
>she placed a hoof to her chin in contemplation
>”Fluttershy is still caring for all the sick animals at her cottage”
>a lightbulb appeared over her head
>it was up t her to take care of her newfound friend!
>this was going to be great!
>Pinkie began hopping about in excitement
>“Oh we’re going to have so much fun together! First we’ll have a get well party, then a feeling better party and then a new friends party!”
>she let out a little squeak of joy
>Pinkie was so distracted with plans for the future that she didn’t notice where she was hopping
>the last one placed her directly above her new friend
>just like before, she somehow managed to stop just before landing on him
>she gently stepped aside and picked up the still unconscious Breezie with her teeth
>she opened up one of her saddlebags and tossed him in
>he landed roughly on some party supplies, eliciting another groan of discomfort
>either Pinkie hadn’t heard it or was just too excited to notice
>she sped off back towards Ponyville and Sugarcube Corner
>the whole way, Jorg was painfully jostled to and fro
>hopefully, this wasn’t setting the stage for future events
>the trip to Pinkie’s home was long and arduous for Jorg
>he had woken up sometime in transit
>the last thing he had remembered was jumping the portal
>he sat up, head throbbing
>it felt like he had flown into a brick wall
>looking around, he realized that he had no idea where he was
>all around Jorg was some sort of fabric, like a gigantic tent
>light was gently filtering in from a crack at the top
>below were several assorted items
>in the dim gloom, he couldn’t quite make out what they were
>everything was in motion
>every so often, an errant jostle would send him flying
>by the end, he was battered and bruised
>just when Jorg was about to look for an avenue of escape, everything stopped
>a bright light appeared overhead before it was eclipsed by a gigantic face
>a gigantic pink face
>he had heard about creatures like this from his parents
>they looked similar to the Breezies but were massive in scale
>this one seemed large enough to eat him up in a single bite
>suddenly he didn’t want to be an adventurer anymore
>he wanted his home and his warm, safe bed
>he wanted to be anywhere but here
>the giant looked right down at him
>it opened its mouth and slowly came down towards him
>frantically looking for an exit, the only one was up, right towards the huge face
>he was trapped!
>this was it, he was going to meet his end in the stomach of a gigantic monster
>why didn’t he listen to his parents? Why didn’t-
>his self-pity was interrupted by the giant teeth grabbing him by his neck
>oh no, it was going to chew him up instead!
>he had completely ignored that the teeth had not closed with enough force to break skin
>he was hoisted up, the world rushing past
>still in a panic, Jorg struggled to break free, begging his captor for mercy
>”[Please let me go! I promise you don’t want to eat me, I’m all skin and wings, not appetizing at all!]”
>he thrashed and swung about to no avail
>eventually, Jorg stopped, partially from exhaustion and partially from giving up in despair
>he hung there, ready to accept his fate at the jaws of the behemoth
>Pinkie arrived at the Sugarcube Corner in record speed
>she practically flew up the stairs to her room
>excited to have some fun with her new friend, she pull him out of her bag
>she had completely forgotten the condition she found him in and pulled him out like she would a rubber chicken
>the miniature figure between her teeth was apparently awake though
>he swung back and forth, squeaking something unintelligible
>she sat there for a moment, trying to parse the strange language
>his frantic movements lightly brushed her face, ticking her
>unable to hold it in any futher, she dropped the Breezie on a nearby table, giggling all the while
>”Silly Breezie! I can’t understand a word you’re saying!”
>the Breezie, who appeared to be stunned by the force of hitting the table didn’t respond
>”Now, what can I call you? I can’t just call you ‘Breezie’, that’d be rude!”
>she pulled up a chair and sat down, staring at her still-dazed friend
>”Hmm…how about…Bugsy? Yeah, that’s a great name! Please to meet you Bugsy!”
>she pushed a hoof out to shake Bugsy’s much smaller hoof
>in a miscalculation, it slid too far across and struck the Breezie head-on
>he rolled over head over hooves across the table before coming to a stop near the edge
>”Hahaha, whoopsie, I guess I don’t know my own strength!”
>she was on the other side of the table in a flash
>”But don’t worry, I’ve got just the thing for you!”
>she threw her hooves into the air
>out of nowhere, confetti burst forth and flashing strobe lights descended from the roof
>she pulled out a blindfold from one of her saddlebags
>”And what is a party without games!”
>she sped off across the room to set up the first game, a massive Breezie shaped piñata
>Jorg, who had been knocked almost senseless by the hoof, was beginning to come to
>the world was no longer spinning
>but now the room itself seem to be moving on its own
>it wasn’t until he realized that it was being flooded with strobe and loud music that he could orient himself
>already beaten up pretty badly, he needed to get out before the beast that had captured him finished him off
>he snuck off the table only to topple to the floor below
Ultra-vanilla flavour anon?
Oh my you are a precious rarity.
give me a request to do
>sometime during all of the chaos, his wings had sustained damage
>unable to fly, he had the familiar sight of the floor rushing up to greet him
>Jorg collided with the wooden floor with a painful thud
>he shakily rose to all four hooves
>the doorway out was on the other side of the room
>and between it and him was the pink leviathan
>she had already finished setting up the piñata
>and now was busy swinging at it with a blindfold on
>all he had to do was cross a minefield of shuffling hooves and he was home free
>he made a mad dash across
>Jorg only got a few feet before an errant hoof swung and collided with him
>he was sent flying back towards the opposite side of the room
>as he soared through the air, he was unable to right himself due to his weakened wings
>somehow, a full party buffet had been set up at the edge of the room
>he crashed into a bowl of oddly triangular chips
>a fine orange dust covered him as he struggled to climb back out
>the giant pink pony had finally noticed that Jorg was missing
>she was prowling about the room with a distressed loot on her face
>”Syubg? Wrehe idd oyu og bgyus?”
>whatever she had said, it sounded like she was calling a name out
>the color seemed to drain from the monster’s coat and her poofy hair slowly deflated
>she slowly paced about, growing more lethargic with each step
>Jorg dove back into the bowl as she approached the buffet
>a pink pillar dug into the sea of chips
>just his luck, Jorg was fished out along with several chips
>still covered in the orange dust, he was camouflaged amongst all the rest
>the giantic pink pony absent mindedly tossed all the chips into her mouth
>Jorg was tossed about she almost ponderously chewed on the snack
>NOM NOM NOM NOM
>it seemed almost as if she was making exaggerated sounds on purpose
>it was like someone had specifically asked her to do so, just to torture poor Jorg
>he had somehow managed to avoid her teeth each time as they came down with enough force to pulverize him
>one unlucky flick of the tongue and he was flipped onto the hard enamel of several molars
>her jaw began to close, leaving Jorg no room to escape
>just before the teeth came crashing together, they stopped
>her tongue wrapped around him and brought him out of her mouth
>glad to be free, he found himself sitting in the middle of her hoof
>and face to face with her monolithic visage
>”I odnfu uyo Bgsuy”
>her face seemed to brighten at the prospect of finding him
>the other hoof slowly rose above him and stroked his mane
>this elicited a small chuckle as she approached the table from before
>she plopped Jorg down onto the table and poked him with a hoof
>too paralyzed with fear to move, Jorg didn’t react
>a small broke the giantic pony’s lips as she poked him again and again
>each poke felt like getting him with a full body-blow
>Jorg tried to protest the treatment
>”[Please stop! That hurts!]”
>no matter how hard he pleaded, she didn’t seem to understand
>she batted Jorg to and fro, completely unaware of how rough she was being
>little by little, the smile on her face returned as she played with her Breezie like a little doll
>Jorg was at his limit just as the poof returned to his captor’s hair with a sudden spring
>”Graet iead gbysu, tihs aws a umch remo ufn agem ot aylp”
>her voice took on a more buoyant tone as she gazed at Jorg
>he was grasped by her forehooves and brought to her chest in a constricting hug
>”I’m never going to let you go”
>a chill ran down Jorg’s spine
>he didn’t know how but somehow he knew exactly what the behemoth had said
>he looked up into her face to see a beaming smile
>but there was something different behind this one
>there was the promise of no escape
>still constricted with one foreleg, Jorg was unable to move
>the other one reached into her nearby bag to fish out something new
>cradled on her hoof was a glass jar
>a cold sweat hit Jorg as something told him that jar was bad news
>he thrashed about trying to escape as the jar was brought nearer and nearer
>the moment she released Jorg from the hug, he sprung into action
>he hit the tabletop and scrambled across to escape
>he didn’t care where, so long as it was away
>the monster’s face behind him full into a look somewhere between despair and anger
>her hair deflated again as she held the glass jar up high
>she brought the mouth of the jar down on top of Jorg, trapping him inside
>she slipped the lid under the jar and sealed Jorg inside
>luckily, there were already tiny holes in it to let air in
>she flipped the jar about and stared into the glass, shaking it violently
>”Ybsug, oyu slhdou wnok bterte tahn ot rty adn unr waya”
>he didn’t need to understand to know that she was scolding him for trying to escape
>her features softened once more as she held the jar to her chest
>Jorg stared at the monster who had captured him, eyes wide with fear
>Pinkie didn’t know why Bugsy wanted to try and escape
>the jar was a particularly nice one
>and it’d keep him nice and safe
>she had even thrown a party for him as well
>it was almost as if he didn’t want to be her friend
>no, it couldn’t be that
>he would’ve told her if that was the case
>he must’ve just been confused
>she looked at her new friend
>he’d be safe in the jar
>besides, they had so many more games to play tomorrow
>she stole one more glance at Bugsy
>yes, he would be ready for more games tomorrow
>why else would his eyes be so wide with excitement?
We need both gaining experience and story going on. My proposal is we should slay some nearest roaches [let them go if they'll run too far away] and then investigate mysterious door. I suggest being veeery careful while doing so.
A group of crystal ponies make expedition through the mirror portal and shrink because reasons. EG Vinyl steps into their group, noticing them and proceeding to have fun with them.
The fun being of the stompey and eatey variety.
Breezie spell goes wrong. Mane six stuck as breezies. They go to Celestia for help, but can't speak pony language so she thinks they're normal breezies. Celestia takes them into her room and drinks to relieve herself of the stress of the day.
She gets drunk and starts playing with the breezies.
Accidentally crushing/swallowing them while playing with them with her hooves, mouth , etc.She falls into a drunken sleep, cuddling with Twi and deciding to keep her as a pet.
Good morning, Anons!
>Our hero leaves off, armed with only his bladestaff, a shield repurposed from a bottlecap and his wits
>He also has some string but that doesn't really matter at the moment, it's not equipped
>Ignoring the call to arms against the insectoid scourge you head off towards the door left ajar
>The journey was long and dangerous, a full 25ft down the alley
>To your surprise the door was open enough to allow entrance to the building easily
>Inside was a pill distribution center
>Ponies with white lab coat scurried around, packaging, counting pills and packing the boxes of pills into shipping containers
>Looking around for a place to hide, you dart quickly under a table
>The area was dark and you quickly realize what sort of dangers could be lurking in the shadows
>There is a faint blue glow in the corner a little deeper
>More like a reflection, not really glowing
Do you want to investigate it?
Or find another hiding spot, there could be enemies here
You could also talk to one of the ponies
Anon(str:11, cha:15, wit:13, cun:16, stm:13, def:18)
Anon: Shield, Bladestaff, String
If this guy >>19830697 is right, then definitely go for it!
Good ending. Cute but at the same time, cruel? Language barriers are such a tragic thing.
We got our charisma, cunning, and defense as our tools of trade. Onwards to the blue glow!
>You decide against conflicted feelings to investigate the blue light
>Something about it is so alluring, it's deep blue glow
>Soon enough, muffled cries can be heard
>You follow them and are led closer to the blue glow
>You approach it and find what appears to be a large, ellipsoid coffin
>It's clear walls showed a human inside
>He appeared to beating on the inner walls of the... Pill?
>His container looked disturbingly similar to a gel pill
>Under the table you were safe from the prying eyes of the ponies, but there was a small figure quickly approaching you from a dark corner, it's silhouette clearly visible on the brighr wall behind it
>This was not another human
>It looked to be some sort ot orb, surrounded by a flurry of legs
>As it approached, it disappeared into the shadows
Should out brave protagonist flee the battle and leave this new human?
Face the incoming enemy?
Try to free the person before the enemy apptoaches?
Anon:(str:11, cha:15, wit:13, cun:16, stm:13, def:18)
Most likely our enemy is the spider of some kind, or something similar. At this size it can be really dangerous, so it should not be ignored. On the other hand we need to free this guy. We have high def, so I assume we may withstand single spider strike, especially with shield. I suggest cutting the pill walls, so in case of attack we will have our weapon ready.
Sounds like a daddy long-legs. Usually not that aggressive, though this is speaking at a normal scale.
Prioritize the prisoner first and the spider second. Friends before enemies!
>You quickly use your bladestaff and begin cutting through the pill's casing as quickly as possible
>The casing of the pill proved to be tough as you really had to work to get the blade to even pierce to pill
>You manage to slice a hole big enough to pull out Anon luke a second birthing
>He flops to the ground and begins to hack up a foul-smelling blue slime
>He stands up and wraps his arms around you in a tight, dazed hug
>You again check on the spider
>Only 10 inches stand between you and the visibly intimidating arachnif
>It is nearly half your height and closing in on you at incredible speeds
Should we run and possibly abandon PillAnon, who has unknown stats?
Or should we stay and fight, and possibly be killed by the spider of unknown strength?
Anon(str:11, cha:15, wit:13, cun:16, stm:13, def:18)
Put bladestaff in front of you just before spider's jump and hold tightly. It will be impaled thanks to momentum. PillAnon should stay behind.
[how big are we? Because nearly 5 centimetres [2inches] is too large to fit in pill...]
PillAnon has joined your party
>You point your Bladestaff at the spider, it lands on the point and is impaled
>Because of the hardy nature of insects, the spider was remedially affected by impalement and continuse to slide down the shaft of the bladestaff
>You fall back, keeping the spider from falling on you but losing your blade in the process
>You hop back a few steps and stare in disbelief as the spider again comes at you
>Only this time, your weapon is lodged in it's body
>The spider leaps at you, and you react in the safest way possible
>You ready your shield and thrust it forward at the spider with both arms
>The spider is thrown back and it falls on your bladestaff, breaking the staff part of it
>The spider is currently struggling to flip itself back over
>You take the chance and bludgeon it's underbelly with your shield's edge
>After a few strikes, the spider stops moving and it's legs draw towards it's body, signalling your victory
Spider Leg: 8(However you wish to use it)
Venom: 1(Versatile additive to enhance weapons)
Chitin: 15(Hard fragments of the spider's armor)
Fangs: 2(Sharp, venom imbued points)
Web (Similar to string but more adhesive)
Anon(str:11, cha:15, wit:13, cun:16, stm:13, def:18)
PillAnon(str:8, cha:17, wit:16, cun:6, stm:20, def:10)
Blade(From Bladestaff, atk +2)
Spider Drop x1
Well, you've defeated the spider and gained it's loot, and you have a partner
>Pillanon turns out to be psychopathic
>climatic confrontation on the centerpiece of a table
>Psycho anon is defeated by tossing him off the cliff
>directly into a pony's drink
>you watch somberly onwards as psycho anon disappears down pony gullet
>Flash hanging out with guard buddies at bar
>Weird looking bug in his drink
>Buddies dare him to drink it anyway
>Hears someone shout something foreign in the distance
>They notice another bug on the counter
>Buddy drops picks it up and drops and drops it in a glass
>Dares Flash to drink it too
>Flash gulps the glass down
>He holds the bug under his tongue
>Hides it and takes it home
>Keeps it as pet and
I'd be using my bottlecap shield to slice my own throat in a hurry, that is a fate worse than death.
Well I'm glad that it pleased you anons., especially the request anon. So long as you liked it then I consider that a success.
but what about your "precious" background stallions?
No established personality > Terribly executed personality
You're really going to sit here and try to defend Flash Sentry, one of the most ham-handed and cliche elements you can stick into a plot? Dude, there's desperation and then there's outright denial. Don't let your want of content cause you to make compromises like that.