>Ponyville seems to be a hotbed of excitement these days. Between the dragons roosting in the mountains, horrid monsters wandering out from the Everfree Forest, ancient ruins discovered deep in the earth, and the ever-presenting of all-out war between the Equestrians and the Gryphons, it seems like everypony looking for fame or fortune is flocking to this town.
>It is an age of knights, adventurers, dark magics, and destined heroes.
>You are none of these things.
>Your name is Pot Luck, and you're just trying to run your inn, the Sword and Board.
>You've begun your grand opening celebration, with the populace adoring your signature entree of the Lentil-Barley Burger. Though you've had a few mishaps, your night has been rather successful so far.
Inn floorplan: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1fouKOvZLar5QZ4zOwmvnXA1hcPZ5UIBXNuy8RN0oFME/edit?usp=sharing
>Despite his objections, Crystal Rose was unable to sway his cohort from choosing to stay at your inn.
>"I hope my friend didn't offend you with his remarks," Sunlight apologizes. "He loves complaining almost as much as life itself. I swear he should've gotten a cutie mark in that instead."
"What about your cutie mark? What kind of life leads a rich pony like you to brave the countryside"
>"Sure it's a pampered life, but it can be a bit of a bore," Sunlight answers with a tired sigh. "Never really found much of a 'talent' so much as good at looking pretty and smiling while hanging off the hoof of some rich noble. It's like a puddle, vast and shallow...ponies throwing bits for things they don't need to impress ponies they don't even like."
>She pauses and stares at her near-empty stein, a wistful sigh escaping her lips. "I probably sound like a fool, don't I? Yearning for things that most ponies have and don't care for, while having everything that most only dream of."
"Some ponies would argue that material goods don't count for much, and it's the company you keep that makes for a happy life in the long run," you answer back.
>"That is so true," Sunlight answers, leaning forward and propping her chin upon her hoof. "Everything out here feels so much more...genuine, you know? Your a lucky pony to have someone like Whispy in your life. All I've got is Crystal Rose and you've seen what he's like," she smirks and chuckles quietly at the end.
"Wouldn't trade her for the world."
>"How sweet," she coos. "I'm surprised to see you raising her by yourself. I always thought a single father was something of a hot commodity for eager mares."
>She giggles again and checks on her stein. "Don't suppose I could have a top up?" she asks, giving her stein a little shake.
"Well, I've only been in town for a few days. Made plenty of friends, of course, but I haven't exactly been focusing on anything other than my business lately. Most of them are the adventuring type anyways...I'm just a simple inn keeper."
>You top up her beverage.
>"Oh, you're too modest," Sunlight says with a dismissive wave. "I bet you could have any mare in this town if you just put yourself out there." She picks up her glass and proceeds to down the entire contents in one lengthy chug, followed by a relieved sigh. "Ahhh...that's the stuff. Now, I don't suppose I could trouble you to show me to my room?"
"Of course," you answer as you gesture for her to follow towards the stairs. "Right this way."
>"Such a gentlecolt," Sunlight giggles. As she hops off the stool, the unicorn fumbles her first few steps, almost tripping over completely were it not for your presence. She falls against your side, promptly throwing a hoof around your midsection to catch her balance. "Ah-heh...oh my," she remarks with an embarrassed laugh, "I guess I can't quite hold my drink as well as I thought."
"All the more reason to get you to your room then," you suggest as you walk alongside the pony in order to safeguard her from another tumble.
>Since none of the rooms are very different from one another apart from a few extra square feet, you take Miss Meadows to one of the corner rooms.
"Here you go miss. If you need anything, I'll be downstairs."
>She opens the door and takes a brief look inside, then turns back to you. "My, it's...uh, a bit chilly in here," she remarks, giving a playful shiver for show. "I don't...suppose you could help keep me warm for the night?"
>this fucking faggot
>and THIS fucking faggot
What, 'drunk'? She's hardly drunk at all. Tipsy at best.
Let's go for it. Pot has to get laid sometime throughout this adventure.
I agree. She's not drunk, she's flirting with us.
I think we should finish up with whatever business we must, shut down the bar and stove for the night, and take her up on her offer.
Agree, and make a few sexy sexy horse words.
>"Hmm, maybe it is a bit chilly."
Get cosy with her.
>We have customers
Yes, we do. Before getting too cosy, Tell her you need to put the little one to bed. Something fatherly and affectionate to remind her of how much of a good Stallion Pot is. Then go and check nothing's going to burn down while you get your dick wet.
>Implying a mare staying at a hotel in town, 'just passing through,' is going to be interested in anything more than good company.
Guys, you know that it's ok to just have sex, right? Not everything needs to be meaningful. Sometimes, just sex and cuddling can be very nice for two people.
>Not waning to just cuddle and fuck for a night
>Not accepting something for what it is and sharing a few tender kisses in the morning
There's no pretense about a cuddle. Pot'll feel great afterwards, pone is hardwired to love. She's not drunk, she's attractive
unless I'm confusing her on the character sheet for white wineand she's definitely flirty.
Why not lads tbh wew
She walked perfectly fine the rest of the way. Given how flirty she's been with us before, I'd say it's absolutely a thing I would do if I wanted an excuse to rub shoulders with someone.
>She was talking about her lack of a gag reflex while boring into us with fuck-me eyes yesterday
Ok, I know we're all supposed to be socially liberal and aware men who check our priviledges but I think we might've overthought it on this one fellas.
>implying I even care
>implying I'm not just mad this is slowly turning into a 'MUH CONSENSUAL SEX IN THE MISSIONARY POSITION' moment
The Sunchaser crowd, I assume?
doesn't seem like a better way to show you that you respect her than to fuck her gently and show her a lovely evening.
dunno if you knew this but occasionally sex isn't literally debauchery tbqhwy
Someone pointing out the hole in your logic doesn't make them your polar opposite.
We just opened our business. There are people downstairs. Who are you expecting to serve them? Ember? Disappearing for a fuck when we're supposed to be establishing ourselves as a good innkeeper is a bad move.
Given that the kitchen's closed and most of the patrons are drunk/leaving already, I think we could do with 30 minutes to get the stragglers out of our mane and banish Ember to cleanupduty.
Yeah, which I think is basically what's going to happen anyway because this thread is cucked as fuck.
Where's your sense of adventure, /mlp/?
>What is 'time and place'
>What is 'heat of the moment'
>What is alcohol and hormones
I agree with this citizen
For money and capitalism, not because MUH ETHICS and MUH LADY
I swear I'm getting to use this exact same image every thread.
>Up until that point you had figured her flirty undertones were just the playful banter of an eccentric Canterlot elite, but now it's hard to ignore. You'd be lying if you said you weren't a little interested, the question is just whether this is the right time and place. You still have a bunch of customers downstairs, albeit they're all your friends and you do trust them not to rob you blind in your absence.
>But you're still a businesspony, and you have other guests to take care of.
"You...make a very tempting offer Miss Meadows," you reply. "But I wouldn't be a very gracious host is I just vanished on my other guests. Let me close up shop first, and if you're still looking for somepony to warm your bed with you, I'll be more than happy to oblige."
>"Well, I would hate to be the cause of you gaining a poor reputation amongst your customers," Sunlight replies, turning about such that her tail brushes against your shoulder. Her hips sway in a pronounced, deliberate fashion as she strolls into her room. "Don't keep a lady waiting too long, though," she adds with a wink before closing the door.
>Feeling a lot under the metaphorical collar, you head back downstairs to see to your other customers.
"Hey Ember," you call out as you return to the main hall.
>"What is it?" the surly demon replies.
"Mind helping me tidy up?"
>"Closing up shop, eh?" Diamond calls out. "Guess it's about that time." He gets up and stretches. "Say...everything okay, Pot? You're looking a little flustered," he comments.
>nothing lad just been a bit worked up you know haha wew big day
>Shaky and a little ungainly
>Search for something to calm your spaghetti and absent-mindedly clean up
>Mfw didn't even consider this
>Mfw we're about to get bunny boilered by some crazy Canterlot bitch
sometimes a spade is just a spade.
sometimes that spade has a penis
sometimes you just have to go with these things
>she's a crazy wife
>she's a changeling
>she's a royal agent sent to interrogate us about changelings
>she's a slaver agent sent to interrogate us about Sundance
"A lot of work, and a lot of drink, that's all," you reply.
>As tempting as it is to mention what may be waiting for yourself upstairs, you have more tact than to gloat about such things.
>"Well you have a good night and I'll see you in the morning," Diamond says. He then turns to Honey Belle and puts a hoof around her shoulder. "Shall we, Belle?"
>"I am not sleeping on a straw bed," Belle deadpans in response. "No offense, Pot Luck," she adds quickly. "I have a home with a very comfortable bed, thank you very much."
>"Yeah, but it doesn't have me in it," Diamond says with a cocksure grin. He then leans in and whispers something into Belle's ear that causes her face to turn several shades of red.
>She looks away a bit begrudingly, muttering, "Fine...I'll stay."
>You keep your chuckles to yourself as you watch the two head upstairs, one far more enthusiastic than the other.
>"Mind if Azura and I just hang out down here for a bit longer? We promise we'll clean up after ourselves," Airy asks.
"Sure. Just try not to break anything."
>"No promises," Azura snickers.
>You turn back to sweeping up the room and stacking away the cutlery.
"So...Ember, you kinda need a room to sleep in, I guess," you remark to your employee.
>"Do I have a choice?" Ember grumbles in response.
Where do you want to house your demon employee?
She's done a great job. Thank her. Make her feel welcome, at least a little bit.
Ask if she has any preference for bedding. Maybe she likes the darkness of the cellar.
Much as I'm a fan of Diamond, I'm actually relieved that he found his own entertainment tonight. Which opens us up for some glorious Canterlot flank!
I'd put Ember in one of the open rooms for tonight, unless she'd be more comfortable haunting the cellar again. Ask her?
"Well, do you have any preferences? I mean, do demons even usually have much concern with sleep?"
>"Not particularly," Ember says with a shrug. "I used to sleep on a giant pile of bones and burning charcoals. Do you have anything like that?"
"Not unless you want to sleep in the oven. I don't think it's quite big enough for you."
>A guest room seems to be the most logical answer, at least for the night. You don't want to take up a customer room housing one of your employees but she'll need somewhere to rest if you want her to stay. You'll need an extra bed, of course, but you are going to need to talk to the carpenters about fixing the table anyways so it's not as though you can't buy an extra bed at the same time.
"Listen, Ember...you've done a great job today, aside from the...um, fire incident. Why do you take one of the empty rooms upstairs for the night, and we'll arrange for something more permanent tomorrow."
>"Well hurray," Ember replies in her usual deadpan sarcasm. She then groans and lets out a quiet sigh. "Listen, Pot...I realize I'm not the...nicest thing to get along with but...I, uh...appreciate what you're doing for me. Even if normally I'd flay a pony like you alive just to hear what your screams are like."
>"I'm just say if I ever get my powers back and return to my glorious, true form. I'll make your death quick and painless."
"You are truely the epitome of generosity," you reply.
>"Yeah yeah...no need for sarcasm," Ember says with a smirk. "I'm going to get some rest now." With that, your demon-turned-pony employee trots off to find a room.
>At last your business looks to be closed for the night. Though it is late and you are a little tired, you nonetheless feel a perk in your step as you head back upstairs.
>You return to Sunlight's room and give a light tap on the door.
>"Come in," a sultry voice answers.
Input action. Best to make a good impression, Cassanova.
Wow, I go away for an hour and this thread practically blew up.
Probably too late for the strawpoll, but I have to agree with >>25024900. With the timing of their arrival(nearly the same time as Airy) and the fact that trouble finds us almost every day, makes me think they're probably not just travellers.
Innkeeper is just teasing us today,isn't he? Pot's been flirted with Airy,Azura,Diamond, Honey Belle, White Wine and now Sunlight.
That table scene seemed to imply that both of them wouldn't mind a 'private dance' from Pot.
Something funny to break the ice.
We're wearing our apron and right? Maybe we can slink into the room humming a striptease. Dah-nah-nah-nah-nahhn.
>Run a front hoof down our chest
>Pull the strings that tie the apron to your sides, flick it off your body
>"I don't have a hat to leave on. But you get the image."
I am concerned about this too.
What if she and the stallion she was with were the agents from Canterlot to evaluate Wispy? What if she is just distracting us so her partner can steal her away?
>You push the door open, letting the momentum carry it as you lean up against the doorframe, grinning as your figure is revealed to her.
"Did somepony order room service?"
>Sunlight was resting on the bed, her slender frame stretched across the bed of hay. Crystal blue eyes traced up and down your figure...a playful and eager smile soon crossing her face. "Oh I most certainly did," she muses. "This room is just too chilly for one little pony...couldn't you help a poor mare out?"
>She rolls onto her side, her tail flicking and beckoning you closer.
"The staff at the Sword and Board is here to serve, madam," you chuckle as you trot on over to her side.
>You feel a slight shiver of excitement as her hooves link with yours, pulling onto the bed alongside her. You feel her tail beginning to intertwine with yours and the delicate fragrance of her mane fills your nostrils.
>Goddess...she smells as beautiful as a summer garden.
>"I'm not...being too fast for you, am I?" she asks, sounding a bit nervous. "I've just never met anypony so honest and genuine before."
"No, you're only in town a short while. How could you expect to have any fun under those circumstances if you didn't make your intentions clear? I understand, and I'm ready to show you a good time."
InB4 Diamond busts in, saying he needs 4 ice-cubes, some superglue, 2 chickens and an electric eel.
That last bit made laugh so hard that I'm kinda sad I can't really make use of that...yet.
"Genuine and honest? I must admit, that's not the usual stallions get," you remark jokingly.
>"Guess that's another habit from Canterlot life," Sunlight say, nestling her muzzle beneath your chin. "Everybody is layered with masks and deception. If I came onto anypony as strongly as I did you, I'd be marked as a tramp and shunned from pretty much every circle I know. Especially with an commoner...er, no offense."
"None taken," you reassure her.
>"It's nice to be able to be more true to myself for a change," she giggles. "Even if only for a little while."
>You ease your hoof under her chin and lift her gaze up to meet with yours. You want to say something inspiring or reassuring, but you figure that actions can speak louder in this case. You lean in and embrace her with a gentle kiss. Her lips are soft and warm, inviting as a hot fireplace on a winter's night. Her hoof wraps around your neck, holding you close as she melts into your kiss.
>"Mmm...I want you now Pot..." she whispers to you. She begins to push you onto your back, her hindlegs straddling across your waist. Excitement and lust begins to cloud your mind as her hooves trace across your sides.
>ALERT: WE ARE CURRENTLY AT DEFCON 2
JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL
>Lean in. Bite her neck, moving up to her chin and ear while grinding playfully.
>Go in for lovemaking
>Put her in a sleeperhold until she cums all over you
>Turns out she has a submissive fetish
Start to get a bit crazy. We can unleash our alpha now.
>Gently beckon her down
>Then whisper filthy, unnamable things in her ear while you fuck her
>One of my captcha pics was a street sign saying 'When lights are flashing do not enter tunnel'
>You lean down into her neck, burying your muzzle into her tender fur...nipping and suckling at the crook of her neck. Sunlight lets out a quiet, contented murr as she tilts her head back, making it easier for you as you lay a trail of bites and kisses up to her jawline.
>A flare of excitement rushes up your back, almost stealing your breath away. It takes you a moment to realize the mare is grinding her hips against you, clearly trying to coax your stallion pride into the open.
"Ahhh...you really don't waste time, do you?" you chuckle through a drawn-out groan.
>"I can slow down if you'd like," she answers with a sly grin before stealing a kiss, biting lightly against your lower lip. You retaliate with a quick nuzzle into her ear, teasing it with a gentle blow of hot air and a little lick.
Aww shit. I wonder if she likes taking charge.
>Catch your breath. "N-no."
>Clearly she's wet downstairs. Let's let Pot Jnr. have a shower. Do a little exploring with the fifth leg. Maybe poke her entrance a bit.
>Ask her if she prefers to be on top or not.
Come on, Innkeeper. You've got some dirty earthly desires too, right?
>"No complaints here, hotflanks. Now ride the pony."
tbqhwy innkeeper you should just run with your heart instead of asking for our opinion. I'm sure you've had fantasies, yes?
I could...but it is still a CYOA at heart. I can write out my own fantasies any time I want.
"Oh, I'm not complaining," you reply with a smirk. "Just...refreshing to see a mare who knows what she wants and goes for it."
>"You'll find I'm full of surprises." She gives you a wink and then steals another kiss...a quick and fleeting one that leaves your lips yearning for more. She's definitely keeping you on the tips of yours hooves for sure, leaving you little time to adjust before burying her muzzle into your neck. She suckles at the fleshy bits of your neck...her bites are firm but you feel only jolts of excitement each time. She's aggressive, you'll give her that..
>As her passion burns a trail of kisses along your neck, you rest your head back and let out a delighted sigh. It's been a long day...you can indulge and let the lady work for a bit.
>You run a hoof through her mane...it's as soft as silk...
>Another jolt of excitement frazzles your mind, snapping your attention back to Sunlight. She's grinning mischevously at you, though you can see the excitement starting to slip out. A soft moan tickles your ears, though you barely notice it over your own.
>Her hips push hard against you...she's pinning your pride against your body...grinding it with a strong, steady rhythm.
>"So...want to go for a ride?" she whispers, sneaking another quick kiss, "Or do you want to see what these lips can do?"
She seems eager. Surrender control to the Canterlot Miss. I doubt she gets it like that very much at home.
"I think it's only fair for the lady to choose."
>"And they say chivalry is dying," Sunlight chuckles. She leans in and ensnares you in another kiss, those sweet and tender lips crushing against yours.
>You feel her hooves against your chest, roughly tracing the contours of your muscles as her hips ease off. A flash of light catches your attention and you notice her horn is glowing. The curiosity doesn't last too long until you notice the most surreal presence grasping at your nethers. Her magic slowly shifts you into position, teasing you for a few moments by brushing her sweet folds against your tip.
>You both let out a soft, gentle moan as Sunlight eases you in...her warm embrace wrapping around your stallion pride. So eager were you both that you slide in so easily, deeper and deeper into her.
>"Ahhh....oh Pot..." she gasps as she starts rocking her hips slowly. "Mmm...I haven't felt this good in such a long time."
>You deftly shift your hooves up along her thighs, caressing the supple curves of her flanks until you have a good grip on her hips.
"Oh buck, you're so hot," you groan, thrusting your hips up.
>You start pushing your hips at a growing pace...each peak forcing out another gasping moan from your partner.
>"Yes...faster, please..." she begs soon after. Her hooves slip over to the straw on either side of your head, dropping her upper body closer to you. Her lips plead for another kiss and you oblige by meeting her half, her moans becoming muffled by your embrace.
>Pot FINALLY getting laid after all the shit he's been through
I-I'm so proud of him
Let the sensual rutting continue! Sunlight's more or less "driving" so I'll be happy to just read your excellently inventive text for a bit, InnKeeper. I have no suggestions more useful than "Move Penor Back And Forth In Vagoo" at the present.
>You do your best to indulge the lady's demands. Your hind hooves dig into the straw bedding, helping leverage your hips upwards with greater strength. The bedframe begins to rattle with your thrusts, no doubt making enough of a racket for ponies in neighboring rooms to hear...not that you are in any state of mind to care what the others might hear. Your mind is in such a swirling state of lust and passion that you could break a hole through the walls and not give a damn.
>"Oh yes...oh yes, give it to me...buck me harder," the mare moans louder. Her voices rises with each push, your cock driving to the hilt into her hot and wet embrace. You can feel her squeezing down upon you, her hips grinding down upon you at ever-changing angles.
>Your passion yearns to give her more. As she closes in for another kiss, you wrap your hooves around her chest and, in one swift motion, roll the mare over and take your place atop of her now. If Sunlight has any issues being on the bottom, she certainly doesn't give them any voice.
>Using your new advantage, you wrap your hooves around the enticing mare and unleash some of that earth pony strength, slamming into her over and over. She moans...she cries out in delight...she sings like an angel...
>The heat of her passion, the burning lust spreads through your loins. You feel the pressure beginning to well up inside of you.
>"More...more please...I'm getting so close..." she pleads with you.
Input action? Never hurts to try different things.
>Changing tack when she's close
Fun idea to help push her over the edge, though: flip her over and do her doggy. Sink in close so she can feel you pressing her down. Wrap hoof around tail. Pull up and back hard as she's close to finishing. Ask her where she wants it; inside or out.
what do you mean, we're all virgins? some anons are not bad at this.
>implying girls have actually asked me to finish inside
no breaks on this train though tbh
There better be some goddamn post-coital snuggling or I'm fucking boycotting all future threads
>well, I guess we'll fall down those stairs when we come to them, won't we
Goddammit this shouldn't be making me laugh as hard as it is right now
>You keep rutting her at full steam, moaning with each thrust as you desperately work to keep that growing, burning passion bottled inside. The lust and heat burns through every fiber of your being. You grasp her figure again, twisting the mare about and onto her belly, the overwhelming sensation of her embrace twisting about your pride threatening to wring you out.
>But you manage to keep it in, if only just.
>You settle your hooves across her shoulders, grasping the lovely mare firmly as you drive hard into her once more. Her horn is slowly, pulsing in rhythm with her crescendos.
>"Oh buck me...buck me harder," Sunlight gasps as her hooves grip at the bedframe. "Give it to me, you wild stallion!"
>You let your actions do the talking, putting your strength and weight against her as you hilt her again and again. You can feel yourself flaring inside her...twitching and pulsing in furious heat like some monster trying to batter down the gates.
>"I'm cumming Pot! Oh buck, I'm cumming!" she starts to squeal. She lets loose an angelic cry, her body quivering and convulsing as she climaxes. You can feel her body unleashing its warmth and passion against you, grasping you tight in loving embrace.
>Hearing your partner cry out in delight, you can finally let it out.
"H-here it comes!"
>You gasp, grasping her hips tight and slamming her down to the hilt as the explosion lets loose in your loins. You thrust again after the first burst...your seed and her hot love intertwining and splashing against you. A surge of passion and pleasure rips through you with each push, your lungs gasping and moaning as you ride out your release.
>As the heat tapers off, you feel your hooves get a bit shakey. You ease yourself onto your side, letting out a winded sigh as you nestle alongside your partner. You wrap your hooves around her belly, holding her close and allowing you another whiff of her fragrant mane.
>"Mmmm...now that was fun..." Sunlight murmurs in a half-giggle.
"Warm enough now?" you ask with a chuckle of your own.
>She laughs quietly, wriggling a bit in your embrace to snuggle closer to your chest. "Very warm now, thank you."
"Glad to be of service. You were quite exquiste yourself."
>"Aww, why thank you," she replies with a smile. "So much nicer than back in Canterlot. All the stallions there just try to shove your head into their crotch and tell you to get to work."
"Oh dear. You haven't had to do that too much, have you?"
>"They try, but they usually leave disappointed. Hanging onto a hoof at a party is one thing, but I try to maintain some standards, you know?"
"Is there anything else I can do to make your stay at my inn a more...satisfying experience?" you inquire, sneaking over her head and giving her horn a playful little lick.
>She giggles and squirms a bit in your embrace. "Oh my, you are a pony pleaser, aren't you?" she replies. "Mmm, that is awfully tempting. I might have to take you up on that offer another time."
"Another time? You planning on visiting Ponyville again?"
>"I have no doubt I'll be coming by again...especially if you're willing to give service like that again." She curls her hooves overtop of yours, sighing contently in your embrace. "So...how long have you been living with that changeling?"
"Oh, she came with the inn. Poor thing. Found her curled up in one of the empty rooms. She's very eager to please, and I met some others, one of which I sent off to Canterlot as an emmisary. Changelings without a queen seem quite able and willing to integrate with us, and the level of emotion she consumes seems harmless. Are you here on account of the one I sent to see the royals?"
>Didn't add two and two before
>Random Canterlot ponies showing up in your inn
She's a fucking Baroness or something, calling it now. Or a spy of some variety.
>Changeling? How'd she know? Sunlight's nonchalance towards the subject suggests she's been aware of this for longer than just tonight.
>Then you remember what Aireanna told you a while back.
"You're Princess Celestia's special investigator aren't you?" you remark with a sigh.
>"What? Who told you that?" you quips in response. "Oh...the bird." Sunlight lets out a tired groan. "Oh Princess Celestia, bless her giant alicorn heart, I really wish she would stop telling people where I'm going. It really makes this job harder than it needs to be."
"So you're not really a traveller, huh? No hanging off ponies hooves just looking pretty?"
>"Well I do travel a lot for this job. And there's a lot of looking pretty and holding hooves with insufferable oafs. Waaaaait a second, you're trying to make this about me now...oh, you silly little stallion." She chuckles a bit and then pokes you in the muzzle with her hoof. "I'm the one asking questions here. Princess' orders."
"Fine. I found Whispy hold up in one of the empty rooms when I got here. She was scared, alone, and hungry, so I took her in. She's been nothing but a sweetheart and has been working hard every day to help bring this inn up to shape. She wouldn't hurt a fly, and there's these other changelings who seem just as willing to be peaceful, contributing members of society if you'll just give them a chance."
>"Yes...Berry said much the same," Sunlight says, nodding slowly. "But you've got to understand, this wouldn't be the first time a changeling has lied to ponies to get what they want. It's hard to separate the fact from the lies when you're dealing with a species so...hard-wired for deception."
"Well I've told you the truth," you say with a shrug.
>"The truth as you see it. Tell me...any problems with remembering things? Sudden dizzy spells or spells of fatigue that you can't quite explain? Dull headaches or trouble concentrating?"
Please. I live in a town straining at the seams with experienced adventurers and wizards. If there were overt amounts of changeling magic on me the unicorn I visited yesterday that spotted Wispy immediately would have told me. Or reported it to the town guard. And that's besides me being wary of the issue myself. As much as I'd want otherwise Wispy isn't exactly a well kept secret so far.
"Apart from getting hammered last night no and Wispy was not part of that. And you didn't have to sleep with me if you wanted honest answers."
>"True, but I can mix business and pleasure too. You're cute so it seemed like a decent enough idea. Plus if the changeling actually have a subtle entrancing over you, she'd probably would've been able to sense the massive amounts of love that just came out of this room. She'd be lured here to feast. I mean, it's not a fool-proof plan but it does help lend some credibility to the notion that a changeling and a pony can live together without predation or manipulation."
"Well I'm so glad my dick could help the changeling cause. But I'm pretty sure if I were entranced, somepony like Spectral Prism would've noticed and reported it."
>"Nonsense. Changelings are insidious and clever. I've seen them hold members of royalty captive for years without anyone noticing so try not assume that this place is somehow special and immune to that."
"So you still think I might be entranced by Whispy?"
>"It's always possible. My job is to test how possible that is and whether or not changelings can really be trusted. Princess Celestia wants this peace to work, but she's not going to let the foxes into the hen house without some confirmation that they can be trusted. It's the difference between whether they can walk freely through town or if they need to be monitored by a squad of soldiers at all times."
"That seems a bit extreme."
>"It's my job to take the extremes into account. Princess Celestia is many things, but she's not deceptive and she's not always pragmatic. My job is to make sure that Equestria stays safe...even if that means being a little bit cruel to a little changeling."
"Cruel?" you ask with a bit of concern.
>"Again, need to ensure you are free of any influence. That means I'll need to test you in a way that could only work if you truely are your own will."
"What kind of test?"
>"I'm going to have you shoot her."
How dangerous/lethal are we talking? Because while you might have your mission I am not going to permanently injure or kill my d- a little thing just because of that.
Well, he can just draw them looking lovingly across the bar at eachother.
Man, this kind of half-deceit leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I'm sure she was sleeping with us because she wanted to, but still. She's put a really mechanical, cold spin on this whole thing. That casual revelation really rustled my jimmies. We care about our little bug.
>Get a little snippy with her.
>"So; first off; you could've broken it to me nicer. I didn't need the heart-attack. I'm sure Celestia wouldn't have minded."
>"Then you tell me that you've basically manipulated me. And now you want me to shoot someone I care about?"
>Recind hooves from her waist. Sit up. Look pissed. Fold forehooves.
>"What a wonderful way to use up your substantial charms, AGENT Sunlight. And if I refuse to hurt her?"
Do you have a link? I really should start saving these pictures
If her leg has holes in it, we could shoot through that. May be better to agree now, before she starts making conditions. Like having to actually hit.
Of course, she could be bluffing. Agreeing to shoot her might be the whole test. Because >>25027711
>Everything up to that point had been fairly reasonable to your mind, but the concept of shooting came up and you're left staring at the wall for a few seconds wondering if you actually heard the mare correctly.
"I'm...sorry. I'm hard-pressed to see how that is a good solution for Whispy..." you comment a little uneasy.
>You want to say something a little more concise and along the lines of 'hell no' but this is a special agent of the royal court so you choose your words carefully.
>"Oh it's so sweet that you care about her, even if you are entranced," Sunlight replies, patting you on the cheek. "But I'm not going to actually have you hurt her. Geeze, how heartless do you think I am? Well...to be fair, if she was actually a threat I'd shoot her but try to understand things from my perspective. Changelings are a known threat - I need to make sure that's no longer the case. And if you're jumping through hoops at her command, it makes it hard to take your word for anything. I mean, I hope you have been honest this whole time cause you've been so sweet to me. It really is touching."
"And...the shooting thing, which I'd rather not be involved with. How does that work into this?"
>"It's simple - if you really are entranced and Whispy thinks your about to hurt her, maybe even kill, then she's going to use her power over you to stop you. It's a natural changeling reflex. Anything less and she might be willing to endure in order to keep up the charade."
"And if I tell you to take this plan and shove it?"
>She pauses and hums for a moment, pursing her lips in thought. "That would be unfortunate because Princess Celestia needs my report before she makes a decision. And whether or not Berry is able to walk the streets as a free changeing really depends on whether you want to help or not."
Are you joking? We're not doing that What a snake. We should let her know at least - a little bit - how incredibly untactful and brusque she's being about the whole thing. And the way she mingles in all that praise about us being cute too. I'm mildly triggered.
Here's a better idea.
>You and me go into her room together.
>I'll stand in the corner and watch while you threaten her. That way, if I suddenly lurch towards you, you'll know that I'm under her control... or whatever. I'm not doing your damn dirty work."
>Sleeping now when I'm triggered as fuck
You get back here and let her have an earful, you son of a bitch.
>Geeze, how heartless do you think I am?
Well, when you're trading one hostage for another, its kinda a sadistic choice.
Might want to send this about Sunlight next time we can get a message to the princess.
>Holds your friends hostage and manipulates you into hurting those you care about. Great sex though.
That's some next level bullshit here, actually, if i understand what you're saying, to prove that she is innocent you're making me hurt her, and unless she isn't, you'd have threatened me into hurting someone non-malevolent causing great prejudice to two both me and her?
If I agree and if she's innocent, I think I'm gonna sue you afterward, Sunny
>We should let her know at least - a little bit - how incredibly untactful and brusque she's being about the whole thing. And the way she mingles in all that praise about us being cute too. I'm mildly triggered.
I agree with this the most. At the very least I want to get out of that bed.
>What a snake
What a BITCH. Go with this, though. That way we don't have to scare our daughteru.
This Sunlight cunt better grovel if she ever wants anything to do with us ever again. We should ban her from the inn. No; wait, we should allow her in the inn, but refuse to speak to her. She'll be allowed to eat and drink and we'll have nothing to do with her.
Teach her to be a deceitful little slag. If she thinks we're cute and actually worthwhile, then we'll dangle it over her head.
No, we want to be reservedly angry. All overt anger would do is make her more suspicious and more likely to fuck over the changelings. Call her out on her bullshit sure, but in a not over-reactionary way.
Betacucks literally played like a damn fiddle
Can anyone shop Pot into this?
Oh, we'll do it alright. But we're not gonna let her get away without some abuse. threatening our damn daughteroo. That's something Agent Scully in the bed with us can do. We shouldn't have a bar more of her shit.
'DO IT' voter here. I think everyone got played tbh
fuckin' Innkeeper just casually leaving us nursing our anger for 12 hours, though.
pot should let her know how he feels, whether or not that involves some anger and how much is up to everyone else. I like the initiative from >>25027872 . there's a way we can participate without having to scare whispy and lose her trust.
>Just on the whole, it looks like everyonesfuckingmad.png
Feels like we all got played tbh fam
Can't find that exact paper. Shame, too, it looks like a good generator
>Pot FINALLY getting laid after all the shit he's been through
>turns out she's a scheming manipulating bitch
Poor Pot will never have nice things
Well, looking at it objectively, we were either going to get into trouble with special agent top cunt, or get laid and get into trouble with special agent top cunt.
Seems like we chose the objectively better path.
Also this. Pot's life in Ponyville is a never-ending struggle to stay one step ahead of the tidal wave of bullshit constantly threatening to engulf him. If he doesn't get a break from it eventually, I fear a nervous breakdown in his future.
Yeah, I guess our feelings got hurt. That was one consequence for it. Judging by the hate, I'd say so. But she was here to do her mission either way, right? We were gonna get told to go threaten our daughteru at some point anyway. I don't see the difference.
The decision, at the time, was the most sound one. Sadly, she's a bit of a stone-cold bitch who prevented us from taking anything away from it other than a few moment's of Pot's pleasure, which sucks big time. Still hard to say no to a flirty girl, though.
>LIKE A DAMN FIDDLE!
No. That's 100% benefit of hindsight and you know it. Are you really suggesting Pot should treat everyone with 100% suspicion at all times? Do you want him (a pony, I should remind you, who is trying to run a goddamn inn) to become closed off to society?
Neither Pot 'nor the anons who wanted to sleep with this mare are in any way to blame for this. We slept with a perfectly nice pony we had no way of knowing was actually a bastard, then were heartbroken when she turned out to be a bastard. That's it. Sometimes it's possible to make no mistakes and still lose.
>That's 100% benefit of hindsight and you know it
Like knowing whether or not she was actually drunk?
You didn't stop to consider the situation.
It had already been pointed out she could be one of the agents.
You jumped dick first and now Pot's paying for it.
>It had already pointed out she could be one of the agents
Really? Where? I didn't see that. (No, really.)
I'd also venture that it's a bit hard to predict that someone's going to manipulate you through sex to attract a changeling. Special Agent Scully's plan was contrived at best, and not very predictable.
Don't give me that bullshit. None of the anons who were saying not to fuck her said not to because she might turn out to be one of the agents. None of them. No one was concerned about that, and if you were then you're as much to blame for not speaking up as we are for taking her to bed.
>Pot's paying for it
By being in the exact same situation as he would be otherwise, only not having had sex. Frankly, the only downside to this is being insulted at the manipulation.
19 days ago when they first showed up it was mentioned.
Let's clear this up. It was mentioned once two threads ago, 19 days ago. It was forgotten about in the intervening play gap.
Well, that surely didn't seem very fucking important to anyone when we were voting, did it?
Almost like everyone had forgotten?
Agreed. 'specially with Pot's character.
That is indeed why I said it was probably forgotten. I didn't actually forget neither did I see a reason to let it affect our result as I was the same mindset with >>25028408. Pot's a trusting guy.
>Pot won't ever be happy because people keep making trouble
Just wait until he meets the mane 6. Good christ how awful his life will be.
Maybe. I didn't ever quite get if it was fully AU or not. I just assumed they were out there in the town at broad. Which is a fairly broad town, by the way. It has TWO (2) inns, that we know of.
I have to sleep. Who will man the nights watch for me?
>A part of you wonders if sexing you up was also so you'd be a too tired to work up into a problem rage. The fact that she's willing to talk about this while you still have your hooves wrapped around her suggests just how confident she is in her control.
"This is insane," you growl as you promptly climb out of bed. "I ought to have you thrown out of here."
>"Ohhh, somepony is all pouty," Sunlight teases as she rolls over to keep her gaze upon you. "You think this would've been any more pleasant if I just talked about it to you over a glass of mead? One way or another, this conversation needed to take place...and honestly I think you'll be able to make a much clearer decision after you've unloaded. Plus, there's no shame in admitting you had a good time - I know I did."
"Some of us don't like being lied to and manipulated."
>"Puh-lease," she remarks with a roll of her eyes. "You've been more than happy to prance Whispy about like she's your kin. And you had a former balrog working in your kitchen. Then there's those friends of yours..."
"What about them?"
>"You don't know, do you?" she remarks with a vibrant grin, followed by a few giggles. "I don't want to ruin the surprise then. I'll give you a hint though...one of them has a fifty thousand bit reward for their head."
>You let out a tired groan in disbelief. She's no reason to lie, but you realize she's just distracting you with words. She's a fast-talker, that's for sure...an answer for everything and nothing you can be sure about. And none of this changes what she's proposing to do with Whispy.
"There's got to be a better way. Couldn't I just stand there in the room and let you threaten her."
>"I suppose that's possible too," Sunlight mulls, rolling onto her back in her though. "If she does try to make you stop me, I'll have to protect myself. You'll wind up on your back in a lot of pain; I was trying to spare you a little pain."
Let's just kick her in the shins once, verbally.
>"You're right, there is no shame. Suits you, really."
>"Get up. We're doing this now. The sooner we can have it over, the sooner you can slink off back to Canterlot."
Man, she's really being unpleasant.
How do we inflict some sense of regret on her? I guess we could always question if she wasn't just saying those things before about enjoying the P
"I can take a little bit of pain. But when this is over, I expect a damn apology from you and especially one for Whispy for putting her through this."
>"Whatever you might think of me, I assure that I would much rather be wrong about this," Sunlight says as she slinks out of the bed. "Because if I'm wrong, then there's no threat and much less work for me. My job is to find the threats, not blind optimism."
"You must live a sad and lonely life to be so suspicious of everything."
>"I feel quite content, actually," Sunlight replies as she trots over to a folded pile of clothing near the window. "Of course, that could just be the post-coital glow."
>The mare pulls out a small leather bundle, unbuckling and unfurling it to reveal an assortment of daggers and some strange tubular metal item. She takes out the strange item and straps it to her forehoof.
"What is that?"
>"It's called a pistol. Latest in gryphon weapon developments. I had to steal a few copies to reverse engineer so...um, don't mention this to any grif nationals."
"And that'll scare her?"
>"Oh, most definitely," she says with a grin.
>She heads out the door, and you opt to follow suit, albeit begrudgingly. You follow her downstairs, stopping momentarily outside of Whispy's bedroom.
>"Try to remember not to intervene - I do this for a living."
>Sunlight wastes no further time, kicking the door open with one swift motion. The noise startles the slumber changeling, who springs up from her bed in a fright.
>"End of the road, changeling!" Sunlight shouts, leveling her weapon at Whispy.
>The changeling lets out a panicked shriek, diving out of the bed as Sunlight's gun erupts in a thunderous clap and a heavy thud as a hole is blown into the backwall just inches from where Whispy's head had been a second ago.
I'm still in favour of allowing her back here and just simply treating her with disdain.
If she wants to ingratiate herself with us again, that's fine. Otherwise, it's no skin off our nose where she spends her bits.
I think she has to see us, or else she wouldn't be able to 'control us'.
Not sure. Might be giving Innkeeper an evil idea.
>"D-Daddy!? Why aren't you helping me?"
>You flinch slightly at the roar of Sunlight's weapon, but you hold your ground. You don't want to look away because you don't want to forget this feeling...if Whispy has to suffer through this, then you figure you should too.
"Are you done yet?" you groan.
>"Does that changeling look dead to you?" Sunlight snaps back, fiddling with her gun for some reason that you do not understand. "This is what I get for using the cheap ammunition..."
>The unicorn readies the weapon again, taking aim at the terrified, cowering changeling in the corner. She looks to you, trembling and fearful.
>And the next thing you realize, you are on the ground staring at the ceiling...your back aches but nowhere near as bad as the pounding headache you have all of a sudden.
"What the...what just happened."
>You see Sunlight standing over you, her expression looking almost disappointed. "You jumped me. Like I told you, it's like a reflex for them."
>So you're going to use a natural response to a life-threatening situation to decide if they're trustworthy?
>How can we trust them if we don't trust us?
>How can they trust us if we're not GIVING THEM ANYTHING TO TRUST?
...Aw man, hang on now, this don't make sense....
If the whole point of making sure ponies and changlings could live peacfully...why are we testing the instictive relfexes of a bug pone? It's like going up behind a Earth Pony and smacking their rump, then throwing them in chains when they buck in reflex.
Doesn't this seem a bit...off?
Also look around get a feel of whats going on here.
>"So what does this mean? That she's some kind of... 'monster'?"
>Heavy fucking sarcasm
Reflexes aren't something that can be easily controlled. Hardly a fair basis for judgement.
>"Does that changeling look dead to you?"
Just shows Sunlight wants her dead. This is an assassination, not an evaluation.
For your next trick will she coax a bear to shit in the woods? Or maybe she'll prove that water is wet?
Also yeah, any pretense of evaluation was dropped when you said that, you fuckin bitch.
>You still feel a bit disorientated, but you gradually get back to your hooves. The back pain you can deal with but your head is throbbing like a bad hangover.
>"You know, saying I told you so at this point feels a bit like kicking a pony when they're down," Sunlight remarks as she puts her weapon away.
"All you proved was that a scared child will try to protect herself. That shouldn't come as a surprise."
>"Still the naive fool. Changeling enchantment takes time - it's subtle. You've been under it for a while...probably since the first day you two met. Controlling you with it might've been a reflex, but putting it on you in the first place was a deliberate choice she made."
>At first you're not sure whether to believe Sunlight or not. To be fair, you're not sure what to believe at this point. However, when you glance over and see that Whispy is still pressed into the corner, you can see the filly isn't scared of Sunlight...it's you she's scared of.
>"I d-didn't mean...I just..." the changeling stammers, almost on the verge of tears. "I'm sorry!"
>Before you can say anything the changeling takes off, bolting out the door past you and Sunlight, and even several of the inn guests who had come down the stairs to investigate the noise.
>She's out the door and into the night before you can make sense of what's happening.
Yell after Whispy as loudly as you can to come back while chasing her so that the others get an idea of what's happening. The gunshot already woke them up anyway and we might need their help.
Look, she is still a child, and she had no idea of any peace deals made when I met her.
Of course she shouldn't have done this, but you're not even close to off the hook. Come help me find her NOW.
Don't know if she was controlling us the whole time. Seems like the only thing she did was put the reigns in, just in case. I wonder if that had any side effects to the way we felt about her?
I don't think it's all been just a show by Whispy. There must be some part of her that cares about Pot, even if it was just an opportunity for food at first.
Pot sure is very trusting, and that means he is very easily manipulated.
>You don't care what Sunlight says about enchantments or not, you know in your heart that this isn't what the unicorn makes it out to be. But you can't figure that out if the pony you need to talk with has just flown the coop.
"Whispy! Come back!" you shout, wasting no time in bolting off in pursuit.
>You don't even stop to explain what's happening to the others as you rush off. Spilling onto the night streets, you realize just how zippy a changeling can be. You glance about trying to find some sense of which way she's run off to, but there's no sign of her, save for a passing by, confused pony.
"Excuse me, did you see a filly just come by?"
>"Is that what that was?" the pony replies. "Went so fast didn't even get a good look. I think it went off in that direction.
"Thanksbye!" you blurt as you hurry on your way.
>At this point, the only thing in your mind is finding Whispy. You keep reminding yourself that she's just a scared and lonely child in a big and terrifying world. Things happen and ponies need to survive. You just wish you knew which feelings are really your own...
>You keep following the path, hoping to find some sign of the her. Alas, the dark of the night makes it hard to spot a dark-toned changeling, especially one so swift. You're soon nearing the edge of town, panic beginning to take root in your mind. What if you can't find her? What if she's gone forever?
>What if she fled into the Everfree forest that now stood before you.
>She wouldn't run into such a dangerous place as the Everfree would she? You're not left pondering for long when you hear a shriek from the forest.
"I'm coming Whispy!" you shout back, ignoring the risks and charging into the Everfree.
>You follow the sound of the voice, cutting through the undergrowth until you finally find the source. Dangling high above you, a tiny changeling is tangled up in a massive, thick wall of web suspended across a set of trees. She pulls and struggles but can't pull herself free.
Fuck. We should've bought Not-Trixie with us or something. There's gonna be some Shelob shit up in this bitch momentarily
>Seems like the only thing she did was put the reigns in, just in case.
I agree. I don't think we were just some changeling mind husk the whole time, but if she ever needed to protect herself, why not use the perfectly willing pony right there?
Our actions and feelings were genuine, I hope.
Ok start to break some web if that dont work use a rock to break this shit up or if need be try to ask spider kin friends for help with this. Tell Whispys to calm down and not to strugg;e
"Hold on Whispy!" you call out to her...not that the changeling had the capacity to do anything else at the moment.
>You search around desperately for something to use on the webbing, knowing at the back of your mind that a giant web usually meant giant spiders. And you doubt they'd be the kind, talkative type like the one in your basement. There's nothing obvious around, so you break off a piece of a branch and try to use that to break apart the web.
>Sadly, it's a big web and the moment you strike at the web with the stick, it becomes as stuck as Whispy is.
"Well that didn't work," you grumble to yourself.
>"You'll want something with a cutting edge," an unfortunately familiar voice sounds out behind you. You can't help but sigh as you watch Sunlight Meadows trotting up alongside you.
"Here to rub salt in the wound?" you groan.
>"If I wanted to do that, I'd probably say something pithy like 'oh look, the bug is caught in a web' rather than cutting her down," Sunlight replies as she draws one of the daggers you saw earlier. Using her magic, she floats the dagger up to where Whispy is and starts hacking away at the webbing. "Honestly, you think I take pleasure in scaring children and having to always keep the worst-case scenario in mind? The famous ones like Spectral Prism get parades and statues for their heroism - all I get is a 'good job' and a pat on the back. And I've done a hay of a lot more than Prism has to keep this kingdom in one piece. Getting to mingle with decent and honest ponies like you is probably one of the few perks of this job I get to be able to really enjoy."
>The mare probably would've continued on but a thick string of web suddenly launches out from above and ensnares the unicorn.
>"Oh bollocks..." she sighs before getting hoisted into the air, dropping her knife in the process.
See? She's repenting. Kind of, in an inadequate way.
That said, we're fugged :-DDD
>she sighs before getting hoisted into the air
Fuck you and your reading comprehension. Triggering my inner English Nazi tbh
>Look the fuck up to see what just abducted our Daughteru and Sunlight
That's the response of a lady who's seen too much shit in her life to care anymore.
We should move out of the way before we get hit by the next web. Sunlight probably can still use her magic to pick up the knife.
Would be funny if Pot could just take the knife and casually kill the spider.
>You may not know much about the Everfree, but you don't need to be an adventurer to realize that a cohort being hauled into the air is not a good sign. You quickly grab the knife and start scanning the treelines for any sign of movement.
"You okay up there?" you ask, still watchful for any giant spiders.
>"I'll be fine, but web is a bitch to get out of your mane. And if the old wives' tales are to be believed, this is definitely going to get me pregnant."
>"Let's worry about the bigger problems first," Sunlight reminds me.
"I have been worrying," you snap back.
>You fidget in your nervousness, pacing around in slow circles to avoid making yourself an easier target. You can hear skittering of movement but you can't pin down a location.
"Any suggestions for a plan?"
>"Just don't die for the next...thirty seconds."
"How comforting," you sigh to yourself.
>Thankfully, keen ears catch a lot of noise directly above you. You dive to the side just in time as another spray of web tries to ensnare you too. For a second, you think you're in the clear...until you feel something pulling on your left hind leg, pulling you upwards into the air, too. You look up once again, this time catching a glimpse of the massive spider looming above you in the treeline, slowly lifting you up towards it.
>You wish you could say you handle being turned upside-down with the same nonchalance that Sunlight did, but you're not as experienced with these situations as she clearly is.
>Granted, at this rate, you probably will be soon enough.
>You quickly hack at the webbing on your leg, taking out large chunks with repeated strikes. After the fifth hit, your weight is finally enough to pull you free and you plummet back to the ground, landing hard on your back. No rest for the weary, though, as the spider descends to the forest floor in pursuit of you. It's massive...several times your size at least. You remind yourself that Sunlight said to just stay alive...
>You remember that the most important part of any dangerous situation is to not panic.
>Easier said than done, of course.
>You scramble to your hooves in a mad frenzy, dashing for the nearest trees in the hopes that they can help keep the giant spider at bay. You manage to get behind the safety of its trunk just as another blast of webbing impacts against it, spraying you with some loose strands but otherwise missing the mark.
>Unfortunately, the forest isn't as much of an impedement as you hope, as the forest-dwelling spider is able to swiftly navigate through the treeline to keep pace with you.
>"Watch out Pot!" Sunlight calls out.
>Drawing on instinct, you kick a nearby piece of deadwood into the air, which is then hit by another blast of web. Sadly, it gets propelled straight into you, knocking you over and now you have a piece of stuck to your backside.
>You chance a peek over your shoulder and see the spider charging towards you.
>More running immediately comes to mind. You scramble up to your hooves but as you try to break into a sprint, the tangled mess of web and wood glued to the backside throws off your pacing. You stumble trying to get a footing, which only makes things worse as leaves and branches stick to the growing collection upon you. You're barely able to get a few meters before enough sticks and rocks are poking into your sides to make movement a pain.
>And that's not even counting the spider catching up to your a heartbeat and slamming into your side with one of its legs. You're launched several feet across the forest floor, slamming into another tree...which you wind up sticking to at an awkward angle.
>Refusing to give up, you quickly start trying to cut away at the tree bark to break free.
"Sunlight, if you're planning something, do it now!"
>"Be patient," she calls back. You look over to her and see that the unicorn's managed to break free from some of her restraints and is aiming her pistol at the spider.
>She fires a shot, which strikes the spider in the side in a tiny spray of pulp...but the spider barely even flinches at the impact before resuming its charge towards.
"That was your plan?!" you shout.
>"I said be patient."
"How can I be patient when there's a giant--!"
>Your words are cut off by a muffled 'bang' that splits the spider in half from the inside, coating you in a thick spray of bloody inchor.
>"Fine...so that was thirty-three seconds. The fuses are can be a bit unpredictable," Sunlight remarks.
"Gah...I think I got a bit of it in my mouth. I think I'm going to be sick..." you groan.
>You know you're going to be tasting that for the rest of the night. With a bit more grunting and hacking, you eventually manage to free yourself from the tree and are able to hobble back over to Sunlight and Whispy.
"You two still okay?" you call out to them.
>"Fine and dandy," Sunlight replies, not that you care much about her well-being. She cuts herself free after a few more moments, twirling through her descent to land gracefully on her hooves. Once she's down, helps cut down Whispy and uses her magic to cradle the filly as she's brought back down to earth. "I'm going to give you two a moment to talk," Sunlight comments and then just trots off into the distance, leaving just you and a timid-looking Whispy.
>You can see the little filly is still terrified. She looks up at you with sad, fearful eyes, but then averts her gaze without another word.
Might be a good idea to start the conversation.
Love these, remove the mind control so everything we say is true. >>25041488 have a serious talk about what she did. "I would punish you for being silly, but getting shot at and almost eaten by a spider is bad enough".
I've always found "You know that is the wrong thing to do right?" followed by "Tell me why it's wrong" is more effective with kids than dictating them how and why things are wrong if they already know it. Then "So why did you do it?" And yada yada, leading questions and forcing her to think about her answers.
I mean, she did a bad thing.
It doesn't undo all the good she's done, and from her point of view it was forced upon her.
But she needs to dispel the enchant and talk to us about why she felt it was necessary.
I'd argue that someone betraying you is a very good fuckin reason to use said enchant, by the way...
>You feel a mix of relief and sympathy now that the little filly is safe. Of course, saving her from a giant spider was only half the battle, and it might arguably have been the easier half of it.
"Are you okay Whispy?" you ask, resting a hoof on her shoulder.
>She sniffles and nods somberly. "Mm-hm."
"That's good. I'm...I'm glad to hear that," you reply.
>You pull her in close, resting her head upon your chest. Her nerves are rattled, and you hope a little closeness will help calm her down.
>"A-are you mad at me?" she whimpers.
"No, no I ain't mad," you answer truthfully. "A little saddened, yes, but I'm not mad. I care about, or at least I'm pretty sure I do, and I don't like the idea that you can turn me into a puppet at a whim."
>"I didn't mean to," Whispy murmurs.
"Well what did you mean to? Sunlight tells me this stuff is kinda deliberate. It doesn't just happen."
>"I...I was scared," she answers in a near inaudible whisper, sniffling loudly again. "You were nice to me but...but I was always scared that maybe you weren't really being nice. That maybe you were just trying to trick me o-or you'd just throw me out...like everyone else does. I just...I didn't want to lose you."
"Oh Whispy, I would never do that," you reassure her, giving her a gentle squeeze. "I know you're scared, but it's not right to do that to ponies, especially the ones you care about. There's a pony saying that if you love something, you have to let it be free. Love and friendship are meaningless if it isn't honest and from the heart. You understand that, right?"
>She doesn't say anything, but you can feel her nodding against your chest.
"Can you remove the enchantment from me?"
>You feel her nodding again. A faint light glows from her horn for a few seconds, then fades away. You honestly don't feel any different than before...though you have no idea if that's how it usually is.
>"I'm sorry Pot," she whimpers again. "I put the spell just in case b-but I never used it...until now. I was scared you'd hate me if I told you...b-because...I love you, Pot..."
>You let out a quiet, feeling strangely relieved to hear those words. You wrap your other hoof around her and hold the filly close.
"I love you too, Whispy. And I'll never let you go."
>You try not to get too emotional, but its hard to stop a few stray tears from running down your cheeks as you rest you chin gently atop of her head.
>"Can we stop hugging? You're all sticky and smell funny."
"Shhh...that's just bonding."
>"Pretty sure it's spider guts."
Ok, yeah it probably spider guts.
I'm really sorry this had to come out with violence like this.
>stare at Sunlight
I'm sure if we had thought about it longer we could have come up with a far better solution.
Scoop the filly up. Meander over to Sunlight. Ask if she's ok before trundling back off to the inn.
>There's no need to be snippy or cold. She DID just save our lives from a somewhat unforseen situation.
Maybe it's worth opening up to her a little bit. Ask for a few answers, don't demand them.
Because there's something about what she's been saying that bothers me as far as her being essentially bad goes.
I mean, everyone in this thread has has 24 hours to be triggered that she probably only indulged us because she wanted to get her rocks off and the job done. But I think there has to be an explanation for her thinking we're nice, at least. Maybe she's just fucking autistic, like we are.
We can offer her a moment at the Inn to apologise to us for being a tad manipulative. Try not to be too cross. We don't have to go back to her if we don't like it, but maybe there's a better side of her we can't really see.
>We don't have to go back to her if we don't like it,
Wasn't the entire concept a one night stand with possible fuck buddy status when she visits? This sentence makes it sound like we were considering dating her or something.
Well I think that's Sunlight sorted out.
As for the rest back at the inn, they'll definitely be concerned about the whole thing. We could discuss that with Sunlight on the way back but whether she's okay with everyone knowing her job will really affect how much of the truth we tell.