Nightly Scilight Thread #123

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First for vintage

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>>28512543
Headlight Scilight

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Did you forget about our true savior?

Third for Dot and their missing stories

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Are there a cuter pair of friends in existance?

http://mulpwiki.org/index.php/Category:Dot-
It's dead Jim.

>>28478464
>it did get pretty frustrating at times trying to figure out where to put themes and symbolism without looking like a faggot
So >>28373839 was right then

>>28512774
I believe in Dot

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>>28512738
Right here

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10/10 would marry her nerdy face and listen to her energetically talk about the newest scientific ideals late at night

>>28513223
>listening
>not participating in the discussion

goodnight nst

>>28513541
G'night, dearest anon.

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>"what are you looking at sunset?"

>>28514311
I fucking love you, nohooves.

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>>28515635
thanks discoveryfam

Also, please check the front page of the wiki for a very special autism surprise.

>>28515734
I am questioning the state of your mental healt but I also love it.

>>28516194
Stupid shimmigrants stealing our jobs

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>>28516194
This pic reminded me of pic related.

>>28513161
>friends

>>28511648
>trusting a machine you've never seen operated by people you've never met
It's always time to save everything anon, but I don't think there's reason to panic. Even if pastebins start going out, every author has a copy of their green in some form or another, right?

In any case, making a backup of everything shouldn't take longer than a few minutes if anyone wants to try. Someone could even make a script and use it whenever someone updates.

>>28511722
Are there any greens under a BSD license or do I have to give back everything I do?

>>28516677
Good news! All of my greens are under MIT License and you may share and modify as such. :^)

>>28517007
I will modify it

Ok, I'm done and hopefully this will last. Please do your magic JC-sempai.

Bullylight: http://pastebin.com/wVusipnJ
Sugarlight: http://pastebin.com/jKaKiZGd

Also, I'm really sorry for taking so long to write lately (lately as in, this whole year). Looking through the archives I see I must have been amazingly fast to write almost thirty posts between Twi Twi and Bullylight in the same thread, whereas now I barely have one short thing to show after a month or so. It's even worse considering I remember writing about 3/4 of everything back then in a phone.

So, expect Sugarlight during the next few days, unless I change my mind on what I have so far and start again.

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Dusk Shine is the name of R63 Twilight, right?
Need it for some green I am planning out, has to do with pic related.

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>>28517633
>expect Sugarlight during the next few days

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>>28517633
Gotchu dotfam-
>Sugarlight
YASSSSSS

>>28517689
It is

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Howdy folks! I've got a pretty intense dumpdate in the works for Big Brother Shining Armor. It may be ready late tonight, but if not then definitely tomorrow.

>>28517689
>has to do with pic related

You definitely have my attention Anon

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>>28517892
that pic gets me every time

>>28518143
>You definitely have my attention Anon
Don't count on it being good though, it's going to be my first green ever and I want to have like half of it written before I start to post it.
And it will be Space Punisher more than anything.

>>28518278
Bbsa will love you

>>28518143
aww yisssss

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>>28519333
>Hair not flared up
Yes good.

>>28519411
that face on the right hurts to look at

>>28519485
The right of your face hurts to look at.

>>28519738
I was saying it hurts because its so cute

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>>28519789
V smiles are always a weird but cute thing for me too anon.

>>28514311
this is super autistic

i like it

>>28514311
this is god tier

I wanna see some more of the new writefags
kinklight, MidzekSparman, and wibbly wobbly seem cool

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>>28514311

Find your Twilight anon

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>Twi will never force you to watch her favorite anime with her.

>>28522210
>you will never get into it
>you will never binge the entire series with her
>you will never get caught up and then have weekly cuddle sessions while watching new episodes of the anime

>>28512543
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>>28523025
Love this gif.

Twilight is a big fat slutty nerd!

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>>28518143
Dropping pastebin
http://pastebin.com/ULSDx7G6

Get ready ya'll!

>>28523143
She is and she is cute

>>28523153
My body is ready

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>>28523153
“Twilley?”
>”Huh… y-yeah?”
>Your sister bobs her head over her half-empty dinner plate
>Her eyes flutter as she leans an elbow on the table, running a hand through her ponytail
“Go to bed.”
>”What? But it’s only 8!”
“You look like you’re about to face plant into your fried rice. Go to bed.”
>She sighs as she grabs her plate and carries it over to the kitchen counter
“I’ll take care of the dishes.”
>”You sure?”
“Yeah, you just get some rest OK?”
>This feels like it’s becoming a pretty common sight
>As energetic as your sister can be, even she crashes at some point
>After several days of constant research and experimentation, it seems she’s finally hit that breaking point
>You imagine your little Hyperspace Hyperwars outing, coupled with the shock from your talk about Cadence, had to have taken a lot out of her
“Oh yeah… hm.”
>Once more you realize that you’ll have to do something about Cadence
>As much as you care about her, you have far too much to worry about to get caught up in relationship issues
>”Good night!”
“Eh? Good night Twi.”
>Your sister walks out of the kitchen and heads upstairs
>After wrapping up the leftovers and washing all the dishes, you take a seat on the couch in your living room
>Trying to relax, you flip on the TV
>”— in critical condition as the death toll rises, continuing the bloody trend that was set last October when—“
>”Woof!”
>Jerking your gaze away from the screen, you catch Spike hopping onto the couch beside you
“Off!”
>You shove him back to the floor, where he happily wags his tail whilst staring up at you
>Rolling your eyes, you bend down and pat him on the head
>Reaching your other hand out for the house phone, you let your thoughts drift back to Cadence
“Now… how the Hell do I handle this? Got any ideas Spike?”
>”Woof!”

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>>28523189
>Leaning forward, you stare down at the phone
>Tearing your other hand away from Spike, you mute the TV and prepare for what must be done
“Maybe take her out to some place, tell her over coffee…. bah!”
>You toss the phone aside on the couch, your frustration slowly growing
“I should just get it over with. Fuck th—“
>The phone buzzes to life, cutting off your train of thought
>Your eyes widen when you look down at it and see that Cadence is calling
>Snatching the phone, you answer it immediately without a second thought
“Cadence?”
>”s-Shiney.”
>She speaks to you in a hushed tone
“What’s wrong?”
>”s-Someone’s watching.”
“What?”
>”Help.”
>You freeze up for a brief moment before rising to your feet
“What’s going on? Talk to me!”
>”i-I saw him out my window, h-he's staring up at me from the alleyway.”
“Who is?!”
>”I don’t know! i-I couldn’t see him that well. He was wearing a mask a-and his eyes were— they were glowing!”
>Your heart skips a beat
“It’s Bulk.”
>”Bulk?”
>With the phone pressed against your ear, you sprint out of the living room and head upstairs
“Stay inside I’m coming over right now!”
>”Don’t hang up! I don’t—“
“I’ll be there as soon as I can! Stay away from the window and wait for me!”
>Cadence falls silent for a moment
“Cadence!"
>”OK! o-OK, I’ll wait…. I love you.”
>You falter in your step as she utters those three little words
“I…. I’ll see you soon!”
>Hanging up on her, you drop the phone and bust into your room
>It takes less than a minute for you to don your kevlar, slip on some leather gloves, and shove your twin Desert Eagles into your jacket alongside your sawed off and your knife
>Rushing back into the hallway, you halt just outside of your sister’s room

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>>28523204
>Your heart is already pounding as you stare at her door
“Dammnit."
>You find yourself torn between telling Twilight what's happening or simply leaving
>If you told her, then you're certain she would try to come with
“…”
>You slowly creak her room open and peak inside
>Twilight is already sprawled under her covers
>You stare at her in silence, taking just a brief moment to watch her sleep
>The smile you've come to treasure so much is all too present on her face
>Taking a deep breathe, you exhale and look away
“Good night Twiley.”
>Shutting the door closed, you run off down the steps past Spike and head into the night
+++
>Snow is beginning to fall as you pull into Cadence’s neighborhood, an ill omen if there ever was one
>You take a shortcut, riding your chopper through a somewhat spacious alleyway before parking outside Cadence’s apartment
>The city streets are deserted, though you can just barely hear people moving about in the tenement buildings above
>There’s no sign of Bulk, but even without the Morning Star you get the feeling he’s here somewhere
>Your hand brushes up against one of the massive pistols in your jacket as you hop off the bike
“If I fire these things here…”
>You run up Cadence's porch and begin pounding at her door
>Twisting about with a hand firmly clenched on a pistol in your jacket, you scan the area and wait
>A few tense seconds pass before the door opens
“Cadence!”
>”Shiney!”
>She embraces you while you’re awkwardly holding onto your pistol
>You can see that her hair is a mess and by the way she’s dressed you imagine she was just about to fall asleep herself
“We need to go.”
>”Go? Go where?”
“My place. You’ll be safer there with me and Twi, come on!”
>Grabbing her hand, you drag her down the steps
>”When did you get a motorcycle?!”
>You offer her a helmet

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>>28523232
>No sooner than she’s sat down and donned her helmet, you gun it
>She lets out a small cry before latching onto you from behind
>”Why is this happening?! Why did Bulk come here?!”
>Gritting your teeth, you swerve back down the alley way in the hopes of getting out of her neighborhood as fast as possible
“He knew you were here! He was probably trying to lure me out by scaring you!”
>”What?! Then this was all a trap?!”
“Yes!”
>Snaking through the alleyway, your motorcycle skids over a patch of snow only for you to quickly regain control
>Cadence’s hands grip you tightly as she cries out
>”This is never going to end! This Demon, he’s going to keep coming after us until we're all--”
“Bulk isn’t after you! He only cares about—“
>Cadence gasps as you hit the brakes
“—Killing me.”
>A towering figure, seemingly wreathed in darkness, emerges from the shadows and blocks the end of the alley way
>His muscles swell with each breathe he takes while his eyes resonate with an eerie glow
>”i-Is it really him?”
“What’s left of him.”
>The snowfall intensifies as a brisk wind kicks a flurry up into the air
>Your eyes glare deeply into his glowing green orbs
>”w-What do we do?”
>Scowling back at Cadence, you grumble while killing the engine and knocking the kickstand down
“Go home.”
>Cadence hops off the bike, her eyes darting back and forth between you and Bulk
>"w-What are you going to do?”
>Raising your voice, you shout
“Bulk! You came here looking for me right?!”
>Your foe stares you down without uttering a single word
>Sneering at him, you spit at the snow before jumping from your bike and brandishing your pistols
“Well come and get me!”
>The mask glistens an otherworldly sheen as Bulk begins to stomp down the alley way

>>28523232
>”When did you get a motorcycle?!”
"I stole it from some chick who keeps trying to kill me. Also I'm breaking up with you. Let's go."
>"WHAT?!"

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>>28523256
KEK

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>>28523255
>”WAIT!”
>Before you can fire off a single shot, and before Bulk can break off into a charge, Cadence steps in your line of fire
“Why are you still here?! RUN!”
>”NO! This— this is wrong!”
>Cadence tears the helmet from her head and chucks it down to the ground
>”Bulk please listen to me. This is Cadence, you remember me right?”
>He comes to a complete stop, seemingly tilting his head to stare directly at your girlfriend
>”I treated your wounds the night you got shot. Shining Armor told me all about how you and him were working together. He….”
>She gives you a quick glance over her shoulder before shouting
>”He made a mistake!”
>Your eyes widen as you mutter
“Excuse me?”
>She takes another step closer to Bulk
>”What Shining did to you and— and to Indigo was terrible, but he only did it because he was afraid for what Indigo would do to—“
“CADENCE STOP!”
>Your girlfriend recoils from you as your fangs sprout and your eyes glow a bloody red
“He knows. The Demon told him everything. Didn’t he!?”
>The monstrous figure tears his stare away from Cadence to glare back at you
“The Demon had to have told him everything Indigo did, but that doesn’t matter to you does it? No, I know it wouldn’t…”
>Your scowl deepens as you take a few steps closer, shoving yourself past Cadence
“… you would have done anything for Indigo, wouldn’t you?”
>Bulk’s fists begin to shake, his knuckles cracking so loudly that you can hear them from where you stand roughly twenty feet away
“I know EXACTLY how you feel, and I know there’s nothing anyone could say or do to make up for what I did to Indigo.”
>”Why does it have to be that way!?”
>Cadence’s shout doesn’t phase you at all, and you don’t bother to even look back at her as your hands grip your pistols tighter
>”j-Just tell him you’re sorry!”
“Sorry…?”

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>>28523298
“I DON’T REGRET A SINGLE THING I’VE DONE!”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YjkvsD2wLq8
>Raising your guns, you open fire on Bulk as he stampedes down the alley
>Your bullets thunder toward him over Cadence’s screams, slamming into his body as his rage pushes him onward
>In the span of only a few seconds, your guns are emptied and Bulk is upon you
>An impact, not unlike the sensation of being hit by a truck, strikes you in the sternum
>Before you realize what is going on, you’re body is off its feet and you’re being showered in stone
>Gritting your teeth, you tumble across the ground, sputtering blood through your fangs
>Stumbling to your feet, pain overwhelms much of your senses yet you’re still able to see that you are now elsewhere
>A stone ceiling lies ten feet above, and various cars surround you
>Bulk Biceps gored you through no less than a solid foot of concrete wall into a parking garage
“GURK!”
>Your breath leaves you as a giant fist grips your throat
>Snarling through bated breath, you reach a hand into your coat as his grip tightens
>Tearing out your knife, you slash Bulk’s throat
>”ARGH!”
>A torrent of blood splatters you in the face as Bulk lifts you as high as he can
>Your body is throttled through the air and sent crashing down
>A howl of pain spills out of your mouth, though it is deafened by the blare of a car alarm
>Bulk stumbles away whilst holding his bleeding throat, during which time you realize he's chokeslammed you onto the hood of a sports car
>You try to roll away, only to find that you cannot
“COME ON!”
>Your fists shake as a loud *CRACK* resounds and pain shoots down your back
>With your spine realigned, you roll off of the car and onto the floor
>The knife drips blood as you rise back to your feet and find Bulk has righted himself
>Blood ceases to flow down his neck so freely as he raises his hands to his head and cracks his neck
"I'm going to slice that ugly mug of yours clean off!"
>"..."

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>>28523330
>Bulk’s hulking fists fly at you like a pair of wrecking balls
>Bobbing and weaving around him, you just barely avoid getting smacked aside
>After narrowly sidestepping a vicious uppercut, you rush him with the blade
>Bulk’s grunt resounds throughout the parking garage as you stab him in the chest
>Digging the knife deeper, you force him back several steps into a stone pillar
>His blood soaked body looms tall, his mask flashing as the Demon’s laughter rings in your ears
“Son of a—"
>Bulk's fist slams you in the face
>Flying into the side of a van, you try to shake off the hit while the vehicle's alarm blares into your ears
>Your vision returns just in time to see Bulk tearing the knife out of himself
"Shit!"
>He hurls the blade, which sails over your head and crashes through the van’s window
>Standing tall, you raise your fists as Bulk charges you
>His first punch smashes clean through the van’s door, bending through the metal with ease and sending debris flying
>While he disentangles himself from the vehicle, you hit Bulk with everything you’ve got
>His durable body weathers each of your punches before he finally takes another swing
>You block a single blow of his that sends your body reeling away from the van and into the back of a pickup truck
>Your eyes narrow as he cups his hands together and raises them above his head
>Vaulting away, you roll into the back of the truck as he cleaves into it with a Double Axe Handle
>Sliding your back against the passenger seats, you watch as Bulk tears through the vehicle in an attempt to grab you
>With your uninjured arm, you reach into your coat and tear out the sawed off
>Leveling it point-blank at Bulk’s head, you bellow
“Choke on this!”

>>28523255
It looks like BBSA is beginning to use snow in the same way that Urchin used fire to indicate that something bad is about to happen.

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>>28523344
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=urug3n8jovM
>Bulk’s head ricochets as the shotgun explodes a solid steel slug into his face
>Deafened by the blast, you just barely hear an empty shell clatter to the ground as you rack the slide back
>A second bolt of steel strikes him down
>Heavy ringing pierces your ears while you rack the gun again
>Red mist blows into the air as you blast a third gaping hole in his motionless body
>Your heart threatens to burst from your chest while you rack the gun one last time
>The gun roars, emptying its final round into Bulk’s chest
“….”
>A few seconds pass by until you can hear yourself breath
>Then you hear a sizzling noise and realize that the barrel of your shotgun is burning red
“Where the fuck did Nightlight get this?”
>Tearing your attention away from the gun, you find that Bulk isn’t moving
“Dead?”
>You scowl
“I’m not falling for that!”
>You hop off the truck and drop the shotgun as you scan the battle-scarred garage
>Your eyes fall over the trashed van
>Breaking out into a sprint, you reach the van and tear it’s door open
>A quick search reveals that your knife isn’t in here, having crashed through one window only to break through the other when Bulk tossed it
>Running around the van, you scoop the bloody blade off of the ground and slide back into the open
>Blood pools around your foe as you growl
“That mask is coming off!"
>Your heart beats faster and faster with each step you take closer
>The beating of your own heart is still all you can—
“…”
>You freeze as a new sound is heard
>At first you think it is the car alarms, but then you realize what it truly is
> The sound of sirens

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>>28523380
>Your knife shakes as the sirens grow louder
>Jerking your head, you spot a police cruiser swerving around the corner
“Oh crap.”
>Two other squad cars follow close behind it, all three screeching to a halt as their search lights blind you
>”FREEZE!”
>You stagger back while shielding your face from the police officers
>”Drop your weapon!”
>A second commanding voice bellows as doors open and officers spill out of their vehicles
“No…”
>Suddenly the lights on the cars go out, and you make a fatal mistake
>Lowering your hands, you open your eyes and look upon them
>”WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!”
“No! NO!!!”
>A chorus of gunfire envelops you
>The kevlar does all it can as the overwhelming barrage tears it apart, all whilst piercing into your arms, legs, and head
>Your knife falls out of your hand as pain and fear shatters your mind
>Then, over the cacophony of gunfire, you hear an all too familiar noise
>The racking of a shotgun
“ARRRRRGH!!!”
>The parking garage is gone
>You find yourself surrounded by wheat fields in the dead of night
>The gunfire continues on as you struggle to stay standing
>You twist and turn, forcing yourself to stay conscious through it all
>And then, you spot Her
>Indigo Zap grins as you are torn to shreds
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!”
-10 SAN points

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>>28523418
>”Get on the radio! We need back—“
>Your fist collides with the officer’s face, caving it in and snapping his neck
>A shotgun blast blows that same fist away in a shower of gore, yet your anger stifles the pain
>You reach out with your other hand and grasp the shotgun wielding officer by the throat, lifting her into the air
>Breaking off into a sprint, you slam her into a stone pillar
>Her bones shatter, as does the stone
>A force hits you in the back of the head, causing you to drop the policewoman
>You turn and face the officer blasting you in the head as he shoots out an eye of yours
>Grappling him by the arm, you tighten your grip and make him drop his pistol
>He cries out as you swing him through the air like a rag doll before splattering him against the ground
>Repeatedly, until the arm comes off
>A new barrage of gunfire crashes into your back, making you drop the severed arm and turn toward the officer behind you
>He gasps in shock as you growl
>"What the Hell are you?!"
>You’re about to pounce him, when one of the squad cars roars to life and races towards you
>Hopping into the air, you land on the hood of this car and slam your remaining fist through the windshield
>The two officers scream and shoot as you reach down and grab the steering wheel
>You swear you hear Indigo’s voice shout
“TAKE THE WHEEL!"
>With a yank, the wheel is torn off and promptly bashed into an officer’s face before you roll off the hood
>They lose control of the squad car, which crashes through a concrete barrier and flies off the ledge
>The thrash of metal against stone echoes as you stand up
>”OFFICERS DOWN!”
>Snarling, you sprint back the way you came
>The sole remaining officer is sprawled on the ground beside his police car, screaming into a radio mic
>”Send everything we’ve got! It’s a monster! A mon—AAAAAA!”
>The taste of blood sends shivers down your spine as you sink your fangs into his throat

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>>28523446
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BcyqVovQemQ
>You tear yourself away from the lone officer as bloods drips down your chin
>Your chest heaves up and down as you stare at his motionless body
“… Unit 55 please respond. Unit 55 we are mobilizing a SWAT team to—“
>The chatter over the radio fades from your mind as you stare down at the dead officer lying at your feet
“What have I done?”
>As the adrenaline dies down, you feel weakness grip your knees
>You stare at the blood splattered over your body through your one remaining eye
>Then you see your hand, or lack there-of
“AAAAAAAAAH!”
>You double over as searing pain shoots through your bloodied stump
>Then, just as it feels like you are on the verge of puking, your eyes wrench open and you spot a grisly sight
>Dim red light emanates from your wounds as flesh and bone begins to reknit itself
>Rising to your feet, you stumble away from the officer you just killed while your body slowly heals itself
>You try to look away, but it’s impossible to not see carnage wherever your eye scans
>Shielding your eyes, you stagger away from the massacre while heading towards—
“BULK!”
>You look down at the giant puddle of blood where your foe had lied
>He is long gone
“NO!!!
>Falling down to your knees, you slam your skeletal fist against the bloody floor
“How could he have— how could I have— ARRRRRRGH!”
>Gritting your teeth, you force yourself to get off the floor and move
>You know that the longer you stay here, the worse it will get
>So you run off out of the hole in the wall and back into the snow
>The motorcycle stands before you
>Grabbing the helmet Cadence had tossed aside, you cover your monstrous visage and ride off

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>>28523446
>>You swear you hear Indigo’s voice shout
>“TAKE THE WHEEL!"
I knew it. She resides within him.

>>28523458
Shining did some shit. Cadence isn't going to let him live this one down.

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>>28523458
>Just as every fiber of your being was focused on the fight, now all you can think about is flight
>You’re so focused on escape that it barely registers when you finally make it home
>Parking your motorcycle in your garage, you stumble off inside your house
>You’re still wearing the helmet, even though your eyes cease to glow and your fangs no longer protrude
>Walking up to your kitchen sink, you turn on the faucet
>Tearing the helmet off and dropping it to the ground, you begin to splash some water against your face
>It does little to shock you out of your stupor, but it does manage to wipe a bit of the blood away
>Gritting your teeth you mutter
“I had him. I fucking had him and I let him go. And now….”
>The faces of each of those officers are still fresh in your mind
“God Dammnit.”
>Shutting off the water, you tear open the fridge and reach for a drink
>Grabbing a bottle of beer, you twist the cap off and immediately chug the whole thing in a matter of seconds
>Snatching another bottle, you walk out of the kitchen and collapse onto the couch
>Suddenly, a sad whimper draws your attention to the floor
>Your dog stares up at you, tilting his ears back
“Hey Spike…”
>You reach out and scratch the top of his head
“You watch Twilight while I was out?”
>”Shiney? Are you home?”
>Turning your gaze up, you see your sister’s lithe figure walk into the living room and reach for the lightswitch
“Don’t—“
>She turns the living room light on and gasps
>”Holy shit! What happened to you!?”
“I… I’m alright, I just…”
>You struggle to speak as Twilight stares at your ravaged body in horror

>>28512624
have we gotten a closure on this one?

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>>28523491
>”You went out and fought Bulk didn’t you?”
“…”
>”Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you take me with you!?”
“y-You were asleep.”
>Her brow furrows as she shouts
>”YOU COULD’VE WOKEN ME UP!”
>She stomps her foot as tears begin to well in her eyes
>”I got up and you were gone, and you still don’t have a cell phone so I couldn’t call you and Cadence wasn’t answering my calls and none of my friends knew where you were and—“
“Twiley! It’s OK! Everything is OK!”
>You shakily rise to your feet and extend your arms out
“Look at me, I’m fine!"
>She sniffles as tears drip down her face
>”d-Did you get him?”
>With a heavy sigh, you drop your arms to your sides and shake your head
>”a-And he did all of this to you?”
>You continue to shake your head
“The police showed up before I could finish him off."
>”The police!?”
>Your sister takes a step closer to you, her eyes widening as she asks
>”d-Did they—d-Did they see you…?”
>Staring somberly into her violet eyes, you mutter
“There aren’t any witnesses…”
>”What did you say?”
>You stare her directly in the eyes and utter
“I killed them.”
>Her jaw drops while your words bounce around inside your head
“I killed them!”
>You grasp the sides of your head as Twilight’s raises a hand to her mouth
“I KILLED THEM!”
>Your sister steps closer and grabs you just before you collapse to the floor
“I fucked up. I lost control and now— now I’m no better than—"
>”No! y-You’re not a demon! You’re my brother…."
>Exhaustion creeps in, with the very last words you hear her say before you black out in her arms being
>”… and I’ll make them pay for what they did to you.”

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>>28523522
That's all for now! Shining can't win them all, but he lives to fight another day....

I hope you guys had fun with this one, the story's still far from over! Until next time

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This is a random new sci-fi green, currently titled "Dimensional Delivery Service."

Think if Futurama were set in the multiverse, and featured everyone's favorite purple and blue autists.

>When you wake up, you’re floating
>Now, to a normal person, living under normal circumstances, that’d probably freak you the fuck out, right?
>But, after a while living in cramped, deep-space orbit with Trixie, you kind of just get used to it
>It’s sort of like having a roommate who likes fidgeting with the thermostat too much, except instead of the chills, you get terrible vertigo
>Yawning, you raise your arms above your head to stretch, trying to get a sense of up and down in the dark cockpit of the Friendship Express
>As you attempt to crawl out of the hammock you keep stretched above the glowing controls, you notice a warm body curled up against you
>Again, probably something that would horrify a normal person, but you’re no normal person
>You’re a Twilight, after all
>With a hardy kick, you knock Moondancer out of your hammock, sending the curled ball of sweater and scrawny NEET floating across the room
>She ricochets off the cockpit door with a muffled thump
>”H-hey!”
“Go get dressed, Moon. And for No-God-in-Particular’s* sake, take a shower. You smell like proton exhaust. And week-old space-ramen. And shame. Mostly shame.”

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>>28523640

[*Currently the official deity of the HST. Originally, most Twilights were proud, fedora-tripping (literally, in more than a few cases) atheists. However, tensions between them and the Shimmianity Church eventually began to boil over into threats of a Space Crusade. As such, in the hastily-planned Council of Sunlight, the two sides reconciled by allowing the Twilights to accept the half-hearted, mostly-agnostic worship of No-God-in-Particular, a religion with no real rules, definitions, or even churches. The Shimmers weren’t particularly happy with the result, but it at least kept them from donning their Templar Power Armor.]

>”S-s-shut up, Twi.”
>Moondancer unfolds from her sweater cocoon like a particularly fuzzy turtle exiting its shell
>The glow of the control panels reflects off her glasses, giving her an insectoid, grouchy appearance
>Which is honestly not that different from her normal appearance, really
>She drags herself onto the floor, sulking as she waits for you to turn on the lights
>”It’s n-not like I wanted to sleep with you, baka*. I j-j-just got cold, because stupid S-Starlight keeps trying to t-turn this place into a freezer. You’re lucky I h-haven’t blown you up yet…”

[*A word in some Moon-ish dialect, widely used across MUPPET-controlled dimensional territory, which vaguely translates to either “idiot,” “person I don’t like,” or “object of my sexual desire,” depending on the context. Usually tends towards the latter.]

>She mumbles something that vaguely sounds like “birthday party,” then goes back to sleep
>Honestly, you’re not even particularly certain why you still keep her around
>You float over her head, yawning, and open the cockpit door
>Immediately outside the cockpit, you drift into the bridge, where you discover that your earlier suspicions were correct

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>>28523649
>As always, Trixie was responsible for switching off the art-grav, so she can practice with her Space-Katana*

[*Like a regular katana, except the blade is driven with ultra-high frequency phonons, allowing it to cut through virtually anything. Only artifact-tier Controlled Photon Burst weapons are more dangerous in close quarters. And if a Trixie ever got her grape-juice stained hands on one of those, you could probably kiss the multiverse goodbye.]

>Trixie stands in the corner of the bridge, her hair hanging in her eyes, the weapon slung over her shoulder
>”Good morning, Twilight…”
“Morning, Trix. You mind keeping it down? I think Starlight is still trying to sleep.”
>”Hmph. While you were sleeping, Trixie studied the blade…”
“Sounds good. I’m gonna make breakfast, you want anything?”
>You drift on past her, towards the small hatch at the back of the bridge
>’Kitchen’ is painted across it in bold, chipped black letters
>Trixie does a flip through zero-g, swinging her sword in a bright, buzzing arc
>”While you were eating breakfast, Trixie mastered the blade…”
“Alright. I think we’ve got Space Poptarts, if you want—“
>”While you feasted on Poptarts, Trixie honed the blade…”
>Trixie pirouettes back down to the floor, her blade flowing through the air around her like swirling, vicious light
>”…but Trixie would like a Poptart. The s’mores flavor, if there’s any left!”
“Gotcha.”
>You snap finger-guns at Trixie, moonwalking* backwards through the hatch

[*Turns out, moonwalking is way, way easier in zero-g. Who’d have thought?]

>At last, you’re alone, in the quiet kitchen

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>>28523660
>Just you, some breakfast, maybe a little time to check to see if Totally Normal Twilight* updated

[*A webcomic about a Twilight who goes to school and does regular things. It’s quite possibly the most boring thing ever, and yet the entire HST raves over it. Smart as Twilights are, they’ve always been a conceited bunch. Rumor has it that the Twilight who started it, her dimension tag something along the lines of Boring-LYT, is filthy stinking rich now. Must be why she keeps taking months-long hiatuses…]

>You start to root through the pantry, already feeling that pleasant, languid feeling that always comes with a relaxed morning
>Finally, some time to yourself
>Just get to sit back, eat, and—
>”Good morning, Twilight.”
“Gah! Starlight!”
>You whirl around, clutching your chest
>How does she always do that?
>Starlight is floating upside-down next to the upturned metal crate that serves as the ship’s kitchen table
>Thankfully, she’s clothed
>Or, at least, mostly clothed
>She’s wearing only an oversized t-shirt emblazoned with a stylized image of Starlotsky’s* face, and a pair of panties speckled with little equals signs

[*A Starlight who attempted a Communist takeover of her home dimension. She failed, and nearly turned her entire Local Reality Cluster into a void. Despite this, all the other Starlights worship her, and she’s become something of an icon amongst them.]

>The shirt balloons up around her body in zero-g, practically inviting you to check out her gentle, perfectly-toned purple curves
>Which you might be inclined to do, if you weren’t already used to seeing them and more at the most unexpected of times
>Sometimes, you think you’ve seen Starlight’s naked body more than your own reflection
>”You seem troubled, Twilight. Will you not talk with me?”
“I will-n’t. Where’s the last Poptart?”

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>>28523674
>”I did not see fit that it go to any one member of our crew. So I divided it into four equal pieces, and took one for myself. There remain three pieces, one for you, Moondancer, and Trixie.”
“Oh. Thanks. I guess.”
>You take your tiny chunk of Poptart, feeling slightly less optimistic about today
>Starlight sips her Space Coffee from an official Arch-Admiral Shimmer Fan Club* mug

[*Yes, it’s a thing. And you’re far from being its only member.]

>Wait a minute…
“Hey! Give me that!”
>You launch yourself at Starlight, trying to grab the mug back
>Effortlessly, she pokes the table with one finger, knocking her up towards the ceiling
>You sail underneath her, crashing into the wall
>A painful bump rises on your forehead, but you ignore it
“That’s mine! You can’t drink out of my Sunset mug! It’s special!”
>Starlight calmly sips her coffee upside-down, the ridiculous passivity of her gesture enough to infuriate you even further
>”You need to relinquish these concepts of ‘yours,’ Twilight. This mug brings me joy. Is my joy not enough for you?”
“Don’t give me that Che Glim-vara shit! You know that’s my favorite mug!”
>”I do. Drinking from your favorite mug strengthens the bond of friendship. Why, it’s like I’m kissing you, partaking of my morning coffee from a place your mouth has so often touched…”
>She takes a long sip, as if to prove her point
>You coil your legs and leap upwards, shooting towards her like a bullet
>Starlight pushes herself lazily to the left, once again avoiding you
>You hit the wall so hard you drop your Poptart chunk
>Trixie sticks her head into the kitchen, looking mildly annoyed

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>>28523698
>”Hey! Can you two keep it down!? Trixie is trying to master the Ancient Arts*!”

[*By which she means ‘imitate whatever moves she saw in her current favorite episode of Bleach.’]

>Trixie ducks out of view, and Moondancer saunters into the kitchen
>Starlight nods in her direction, floating upside-down across the ceiling until she ends up above Moondancer’s head
>”Good morning, Moondancer. I trust you slept with Twilight again?”
>She grumbles something about a sleepover birthday-party, rooting through the pantry
>”I feel there is still much tension between the two of you. You should learn to open yourselves properly. These barriers are truly a horrid hindrance on your friendship. You can start by removing that sweater. Allow Twilight to embrace you directly, to feel your—“
>Moondancer hisses at Starlight, and that shuts her up
>”I see my presence is no longer desired. I understand. I hope you two can come to forgive me for this intrusion.”
>You get some heavy passive-aggressive vibes from her, but that’s something you’ve come to expect from Starlights
>Starlight drifts out of the room, leaving you alone with Moondancer
>She pulled her sweater up over her head, staring out at you from beneath its wooly confines
>You hold out a chunk of Poptart, feeling vaguely like the main character of one of those “boy meets a magical animal” movies
>Moondancer creeps toward you, eyeing you warily
“I’m not gonna bite you.”
>She growls, then quickly steals the chunk of Poptart, shoving it into her mouth
>You roll your eyes, and vault over her head
>Which isn’t hard to do; Moondancer is barely over four feet tall even when she isn’t slouching

“Alright, everyone! Hey! We’re almost at our next drop-off!”
>You pace up and down the bridge under the newly-restored art-grav, fingers drumming on your crystal slate

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>>28523710
>It’s battered and stained with fingerprints from use, but you love the thing like a child loves its teddy bear
>Across its surface, images flash of flight trajectories, ETA’s, and new incoming orders from your boss
>The door to your left opens, piles of Instant Noodle cups and wads of tissue paper spilling onto the floor as Moondancer pokes her head out of her room
>”J-just tell me when we g-g-get there. I’m busy.”
>Given what ‘busy’ usually means for Moon, you’re *really* glad you can’t see the bottom half of her right now
>Trixie’s door opens next, on the opposite side of the bridge
>”Trixie is also busy! And by busy she means napping! Trixie’s intense study of the blade has worn her out considerably!”
“I mean it, you two! This is a big delivery, and I want to make sure things go well! Otherwise, Boss will—“
>You’re interrupted by the “incoming call” light flashing on your crystal slate
>You hit answer, and it immediately projects a holo-screen into the air, wide enough to capture the stern glare that Ms. Harshwhinny is currently giving you
>”Twilight 27-B! I request a progress report on your delivery to the RariJack Refugee Camps*!”

[*Due to a new Multiversal Current, thousands of Rarities and Applejacks across the multiverse have begun confessing their love to one another. And thanks to the near-limitless amount of abusive parents, anti-lesbian crusaders, Moondancer interference, and other complications that seem to arise around lesbian couples, many have found themselves in need of a safe home.]

“Uh… we’re almost there, ma’am!”
>”Almost there? I was under the impression you were to arrive ten minutes ago! Why would that be, do you think?”
“There were some, eh… complications.”
>In other words, Trixie hogged the bathroom for nearly an hour while she played with her action figures in the tub, so you weren’t able to make it to the ship’s controls

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>>28523724
>”Complications? How unorthodox!”
“Huh?”
>”I mean unprofessional! How unprofessional!”
“Right. Sorry, ma’am.”
>”Excuses will not cut it! Especially ones as unprecedented—“
“Unprofessional?”
>”Yes, that! Especially not ones so unprofessional! Creating a harmonious home for these new RariJack Refugees is top priority! The CDC has a reputation to maintain of being dyke-friendly, and they’ll have all of our heads if we don’t deliver on time! I intend to keep my professional noggin squarely on my professional shoulders!”
>She wrinkles her nose, as if suppressing a sneeze
>”Do I make myself clear?”
“As always, ma’am.”
>”Excellent! Do not disappoint me, Twilight 27-B! And undetermined—“
“Unprofessional?”
>”…unprofessional actions will be punished most seductively! I mean most severely!”
>She salutes, despite the fact that none of you have anything to do with the military
>”Good day!”
“See ya.”
>You close the call and slump against the wall of the bridge
>Trixie slinks out of her room, munching on some of the seemingly-endless snacks she seems to keep in her room
>”Wait, why are we here again? Trixie is confused.”

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>>28523728

***

>The Friendship Express’ MAGI field dissipates as you re-enter real space, its purple glow folding backwards into the ship
>You feel the slightest buzzing sensation in the back of your head, and you find yourself hoping once again that this thing isn’t giving you some advanced form of space cancer
>Trixie, of course, just giggles at the sensation
>Next to you, Starlight stares out the viewport as you sail through space
>The Rarijack Refugee Camp is miniscule by reality standards; it’s barely a few tens of thousands of kilometers wide, just large enough to hold a single star and a few idyllic craft-planets* lazily loping around through its Goldilocks zone

[*Basically just giant asteroids terraformed into livable worlds. Depending on the amount of work put into them, they can be pretty gorgeous places to live, especially if they’re eco-controlled. Some of the expensive resort ones can be shaped into planet-sized tropical beaches, skiing ranges with slopes the size of Mt. Everest, or laser-tag arenas filling entire cities. These, of course, are nowhere near that nice, but you’d assume they’re perfectly comfortable, inhabitable worlds. Just a bit small.]

>Starlight gives an approving nod
>”It’s very peaceful here. The planets are all of similar size and resource distribution, and it would appear no single couple has stepped up to claim leadership.”
>She smiles
>”I like it.”
>Moondancer grumbles
>”Stupid RariJacks. I b-bet there aren’t even any Moondancers h-here. The b-best ships all h-have a Moondancer.”
>Moondancer slinks up to you, bumping your arm
>”R-right, Twilight? Who e-else do you think w-works in good ships*? Especially w-with Moondancers?”

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>>28523758

[*A word in the Starlight dialect of Dimensionsprak. For some reason, they’re autistic enough to feel the need to categorize their fellow characters into romantic couples they call “ships,” and supposedly have a master ranking of each ship some place in the USSR. Seems to violate the whole equality thing, but then again, Starlights have always been shockingly good at cognitive dissonance.]

“I dunno.”
>”You s-sure? You don’t have any idea?”
“Not really. I don’t ship myself very much.”
“W-well, it’s not like I cared w-what you think anyway. B-baka.”
>She pulls her sweater over her head, ducking into the space beneath the control panel
>Starlight lays a gentle hand on your shoulder
>”I believe you work equally well in all ships, Twilight.”
“Thanks, Star.”
>”There is no need to thank me. I am simply expressing a deeply held belief. You must believe in the romantic value of yourself towards all others. Only then can you—“
>Trixie slings her sheathed katana over her shoulder
>”Heh, romance. While you were engaging in meaningless flings, Trixie studied the blade…”
>Starlight shoots an annoyed glance at Trixie
>”You speak a surprising amount of ill of romance, for someone whose room is filled with Digital Novels depicting young highschool boys engaging in the very same thing you claim to hate.”
>”Those are art! Trixie understands that a true warrior must also appreciate art!”
>Starlight smirks, and for a moment, Trixie looks like she’s about to unsheathe her katana
>You quickly step between the two, tapping on your slate
“Alright, you two! We’re almost there, alright? So be on your best behavior; we’re representing the entire Dimensional Delivery Service, and if we screw up—“
>”We are perfectly aware of the consequences, Twilight.”
>”Yeah! Trixie never screws up! Trixie is a poised, controlled warrior, always aware of her surroundings!”

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>>28523771
>Moondancer sticks her head out from beneath the controls just long enough to hiss at you, showing you exactly what she thinks of your concerns

>You roll your eyes, and focus on guiding the craft down towards the hub world of the Refugee dimension
>It’s a surprisingly earth-like ball of rock: lush forests, idyllic lakes, tiny mountain ranges just perfect for a scenic getaway
>Man if this is the reward of persecution, then you need to plop yourself in the most anti-lesbian dimension you can find; you’d be set for life!
>Guidance thrusters flare up along the Friendship Express’ wings, heatsink coils blasting the resulting discharge out into space in a storm of glittery molten particles
>Nimbly, your fingers dart across the controls, keeping the stabilizers in that perfect sweet-spot between too much and too little thrust
>As always, when you really get into piloting, the other girls quiet down
>Even Moondancer sticks her head out from under the control panel in order to watch
>It feels good to command a bit of respect from them, at least for a minute
>As you dip down towards the planet, a squadron of Hatredeath* fighters forms up around you, their serrated, bladed wings glinting in the light of an unfamiliar sun

[*The mainstay fighters of the CDC, for those unfamiliar. Designed and named by — who else? — a bunch of Rainbow Dashes.]

>The fighters guide you down towards the planet, where you see a narrow steel landing strip nestled between the curves of a flower-speckled meadow
>Guidance beams lock onto the wings of the Friendship Express, forming red rails on which to ride safely down to the surface
>Trusting the ship’s AI to finish the landing process, you turn away from the controls and head back towards the bridge
>The other three girls fall in line behind you, each of them trying to act disinterested in her own way

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>>28523782
>At the rear of the bridge, next to the hatch that leads to the kitchen, there’s a narrow elevator leading down to cargo hold
>You step in first, and Trixie, Starlight, and Moondancer pile in after you
>The space is hardly big enough for two people, let alone four, and you find yourself awkwardly crammed between Trixie and Starlight
>”Trixie thinks her claustrophobia is acting up!”
>She starts to shake violently, shoving you against Starlight
>Your face ends up right between her breasts, and Trixie’s shoulder pins your head in place
>”It is okay, Twilight. I accept this physical proximity as a sign of our bond of friendship.”
>You try to tell her to fuck off, but your words end up being swallowed by her tits
>Moondancer worms her way towards the two of you, bumping you with her head
>”O-oh no, Twilight, I t-think I’m g-g-g-gonna fall… look out…”
>She just sticks her face against your chest, inhaling deeply
>You don’t have quite the amount of cushion there that Starlight does, so you can still hear Moondancer panting
>Finally, the elevator door opens, and the three of you stumble out of this clusterfuck and into the cargo hold
>It’s surprisingly small, for a ship that’s expected to make deliveries across infinite realities, just a hallway a few dozen meters long and about four or five wide, enough space to hold a couple hundred Material Atomic Delocalization (MAD) crates*

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>>28523797

[*The only device that makes delivery across dimensions remotely logical. By surrounding matter in a 4D MAGI field, it’s able to revert it back to a particle-less radiation phase, and then store said energy in a pocket dimension of very specific vibrational systems. When the objects inside are needed again, the process is merely reversed, and whatever you stored inside is returned to its original state, albeit slightly colder than before. Through these crates, it’s not uncommon to store enough food to supply an entire planet, or enough parts to build an entire Lulamoon-class Barge, all in a box barely big enough to hold a basketball.]

>You start flicking through charts on your slate, trying to figure out which crates are due to the Refugees
>The other three, of course, are no help
>Trixie immediately starts grabbing random crates and shaking them, like a child trying to figure out what’s inside their christmas presents
>”Twilight, Twilight! What’s in this one!?”
“I don’t know, Trixie.”
>”Is it something cool? If it’s not then Trixie doesn’t care!”
“It’s not something cool, Trixie.”
>”Okay! What about this one!?”
“There’s nothing cool in any of these, Trixie.”
>”Are you sure? Trixie remembers they were shipping new Tiny Trix-pattern starfighters in one of these! Which one?”
“I don’t know. And even if you open it, you won’t be able to see the fighters.”
>Trixie sits on top of a stack of crates, sulking
>”Well, Trixie thinks that’s dumb…”
“Yep. It’s a tragedy.”

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>>28523811
>Trixie flops onto the floor
>”Trixie is bored! When are we gonna see the planet?”
>Starlight sits on a crate next to her, patting her lap
>Trixie clambers up into it, sitting with Starlight while the older girl pets her hair
>”We’ll see the planet very soon, Trixie.”
>”Do you promise?”
>”I promise, Trixie. You just have to be patient. There’ll be plenty of adventure, if you just wait.”
>”Trixie hates waiting. Hmph.”
>You leave the two of them to… whatever the hell they’re doing… and go fetch the crates marked as being for the Refugees
>There’s only two, surprisingly
>One is marked “dresses,” and the other “apples”
>Well, at least the DDS knows their customers…

>An exit ramp opens at the back of the cargo hold, and light from the unfamiliar sun spills into the ship
>After so much time in the controlled, artificial environment aboard the Friendship Express, actual fresh air makes your legs weak
>For a moment, the four of you can just stand there, taking in the beauty of this planet
>And then Trixie sprints out of the ship, swinging her sheathed sword
>”Ha! Fools! You’ve left yourselves defenseless! Trixie Lulamoon hereby claims this planet in the name of the Great Empire of Powerful Trix—“
>”Darling, what on earth are you doing?”
>Trixie turns, pointing her katana at the newcomers
>”Trixie has come to challenge your strongest warriors for the right to rule this planet!”
“No she hasn’t.”
>You step down off of the ramp, the planet’s solid ground incredibly satisfying beneath your feet
>Across from Trixie, there’s a trio of Rarities, all of them dressed in the utilitarian, but incredibly chic, robes of Refugee Diplomats
>All of their hair is styled completely differently, too, which you guess is their own attempt to outshine and be unique amongst their own dimensional duplicates

I need to get to work. I'll post the rest of the update in a few hours. Hope you all are enjoying so far!

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Against my better judgement, I made a pastebin separate from my personal records and documents of the smut from last thread.

http://pastebin.com/vj0mHKWV

Also >>28520964 while I appreciate your desire to read more work, writing has slowed on my end for a variety of reasons, but I'm hoping to have something soon. Perhaps tonight.

Or failing that just writing up random one-shots if I get a good idea. I get a lot of autistic ones while thinking of how to word Cyberlight posts in a way that flows correctly, but I've got one I'm thinking of... pursuing... and also a lot less multiverse-hopping or gung-ho warhammer. Pic somewhat related. It's not more smut, zip your dicks back up.

Good work btw, Jeff, BBSA.

>>28523988
>. It's not more smut, zip your dicks back up.
Aww

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>>28524034
Now is not the time for fapping, anon, that comes later.

>>28523988
So as I was saying.

>You are (to no surprise, least of all your own) Sunset Shimmer.
>And you can't sleep.
>You know you shouldn't be doing things like this; pulling all-nighters trying to do magical research, even on a Friday night, but...
>After the Everfree trip, and with it the discovery of another magical source within a world that wasn't supposed to even have magic to begin with, your curiosity had gotten the better of you.
>You look over the small geode necklace again, then set it onto the coffee table, laying back with a huff.
>"Rough night kiddo?"
"Go away Sundown. Twilight's already asleep."
>Your (literal) inner demon from the fall formal heaves a sigh, and you swear you can feel a bit of hurt from the she-demon.
>"Y'know just because I got stuck with a majority of your lusts and desires for dominance doesn't mean I'm a fucking nympho, Shim... C'mon; what's eating you?"
>"Indeed. you are fully able to seek our advice without judgement."
>Now it's your turn to heave a sigh.
"Damnit Daydream, not you too."
>The Friendship Games shoulder angel that now also took residence in your mind continues, undeterred.
"While your goal for the desire to prevent further harm to this world or those in it is admirable, working yourself to exhaustion is counterproductive. Perhaps some warm tea might help?"
>You rub your forehead, feeling a slight headache coming on.
>The fact that you had both of your alternate forms rolling around in your head was, while the norm for you since the end of the Fall Formal, far from standard in any of the magical fields you studied back in Equestria.
>But as you had come to realize time and again, trying to apply any of the Equestrian laws and theories on magic to the human world was guesswork at best and outright the opposite at worst.
>At least it was limited to only fully-enhanced forms.

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>>28525881

>If your newest one brought on by the magical geodes from Camp Everfree turned into a third entity in your head, you would practically be screaming through the portal back to Equestria and begging at Celestia's hooves to rip the three of them out.
>At least Sundown, the nickname your former she-demon counterpart had chosen, had calmed down and taken a less 'C'mon, Sunset, just a little bit of world conquering?' approach to things, after a while.
>Took kicking Siren ass to do it, but you suppose getting to be the hero and facing an even greater threat than your stupid attempt to take over Equestria with an army of brainwashed teenagers gave her a bit of a reality check.
>You lean your head back further against the couch, trying to relax, and open your eyes again to reveal the two entities hovering over you in a warm color gradient void.
>Sundown was puffing away at a cigarette, the former she-demon in a set of magenta pajamas matching your own.
>"Y'know, Sunny, normally I'd tell Dream to stuff it, but maybe she's got a point, for once."
The angelic doppleganger didn't bother rising for the bait, instead giving her counterpart a deadpan stare.
>"I have a preferred and usually correct course of action in most instances I choose to offer my advice."
>"Yeah, yeah... Point being, maybe you just need to shelve it and call it a night for now. No major magical mishaps manifesting across the city, no messages from Princess Twilight... Hell, even Midnight's been pretty chill since Twilight stood up to her back at Everfree."
>You raise an eyebrow at that.
"What do you mean? I assumed she was just... Iunno, gone after Twilight managed to Pony Up."
>Sundown gives you a pointed stare, then gestures at herself and Daydream.
>"Really, Shim? You've got us rolling around in your head and you just assume Midnight's left Twilight because she said the raven-winged knock-off of me couldn't control her?"
"Sort of?"
>"...I admit, Sundown does have a plausible theory."

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>>28525893

>"See? Even Dream agrees with me."
>You roll your eyes, crossing your arms.
"Okay, so say she is. Can you sense her or something?"
>"Sunny, I can practically smell magic a mile away because of that Element you jammed on your head. Just like everyone back home has an aura and a magical signature, everyone's got a scent for the stuff."
>She takes a drag on her cigarette, and it occurs to you that if she actually had to worry about the effects instead of just being a sorta-representation stuck with your old habits, that her smoking would actually be counter-productive to your failed attempts to sleep.
>"And Midnight? I couldn't smell anything on the little nerd before the Friendship Games, but after? She's soaked in the stuff. Ponying up and getting that necklace sorta masked it, but it's still there, just a bit harder to detect. Like..."
>She thinks a minute, playing with a loose strand of hair.
>"Okay, teaching time. Y'know how your own body has sort of a natural scent you acclimate to because it's just there all the time?"
>You nod, letting her go on.
>"Not the case with this. It's not just a scent thing; I can see auras and trails from the aftereffects as magic hangs around. Most of it dissipates after a bit, but I always end up smelling sulfur and honey all the time because Dream and I are rolling around in your head. I got used to it after a while, same when Dream and I stopped arguing as much and I could focus, but I can still smell it coming off of us."
"So, what, like the magic equivalent of synesthesia?"
>"Sorta? Maybe? It's hard to tell. It might just be because technically both of us are created from magic and thus it's like an energy source for us. Like Twilight's old magic capture device, except always visible..."
>The she-demon takes a puff, blowing the smoke away from the both of you.
>"Point is, Midnight smells like old parchment, and while Twilight's got this sorta lavender scent coming off of her now, I can still smell Midnight."

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>>28525929

"So she's still there after all?"
>"Far as I can tell. I can't sense anything beyond, y'know, she's there. Whether she's still talking to Twilight, or just hanging out plotting after Twilight told her to shove it, I couldn't tell ya."
>You heave a sigh.
"Right... thanks. Dream, you got anything you want to add?"
>"I feel as if Sundown has properly covered the nature of the subject at hand."
>"...Thanks Dream. I appreciate it."
>"I was merely stating that you were improving in the act of orating."
>"Right... Hey, Shim, since you're already kinda awake, is now a good time to mention I can smell Twilight moving?"
>Your stomach drops a bit.
"Where?"
>Sundown pauses, the half-smoked cigarette vanishing, before she crosses her arms, closes her eyes, and takes a deep whiff.
>"...Crap, she's moving faster than I thought. Out the window, moving pretty fast towards the inner city. Must be flying to be going that fast..."
>You snap your eyes open, the mindscape forgotten as you grab the geode necklace and practically jump into your boots.
>A few moments later, you grab your motorcycle keys, and go charging out the door of the small house you and Twilight had taken to sharing when she transferred to CHS, still in your pajamas.
>You kick the stand of the black motorcycle up as you hop on, jamming the key in and pressing your legs over the magenta flame decals you'd had painted over the body.
>Heedless of the fact that it was well past midnight, you go hurling down the streets at full throttle, surging a good ten miles over the speed limit and trying to remember the fastest route to the city proper.
"Guys, can you still sense her?"
>"Barely, but you're catching up. Get on the highway; we'll be able to catch up without the cops busting us."
>You charge down a highway ramp and gun the engine, pushing up to the limit with all haste.
>Eventually, you hit the exit you're looking for and drive through Canterlot proper, still lit up and with moderate traffic."

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>>28525958

"What would she be doing heading here? If Midnight's still around, wouldn't she head straight for the portal?"
>"Got me, kiddo. She's slowing down though, so I should be able to guide ya from here..."
>You nod, even if the action is rather pointless, and start riding down the streets, the cold chill of winter muffled by the growling engine between your legs.
>Surprisingly, Sundown doesn't even crack a joke at being atop the sturdy powerful machine, probably concentrating on the task at hand.
>"Hang a right at this next light."
>You follow her instructions, and as you coast down the next street, you're just barely able to see the raven-winged form of Midnight Sparkle gliding down from the skyline, drifting almost lazily down onto a massive crystalline-trimmed building.
>From what you can guess, this must be Crystal Prep Academy.
>You quickly park and walk to the front of the massive gate cordoning off the school grounds from the rest of the city, somewhat glad that winter break meant doing what you were about to would be significantly easier.
>Getting a running head start, you charge up the wall and throw your hands up at the last second, managing to grip the top of the wall and pull yourself over.
>You then lower yourself down on the opposite side until only your fingers gripped the edge again, let go, and land in a crouch, before jogging for the doorway.
>Either due to incompetence or figuring the gate was enough security, the front door as unlocked, letting you make your way into the academy proper.
>It was cold inside as well, no surprise, and without a jacket or the heat from your motorcycle you quickly feel the chill soaking into your bones.
>Best to find Midnight, resolve this, and get back home before you caught a cold.
>You search around quickly, eventually making your way up to the second floor.
>Finding your way to the roof proves much trickier, but eventually you find it, halfway across the entire building.

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>>28525968

>As you climb the stairs, a knot of worry begins to form in your gut.
>Why had Midnight come here?
>More importantly; what did she want?
>"Hey, Sunny, chill. You and Dream managed to snap Twilight out of it and calm her down before."
>The she-demon's words help, just a bit, but you still hesitate at the door to the roof.
>You steal yourself, taking a deep breath, and slowly open the door, trying not to make a sound.
>Outside, the cold air hits you full force, causing you to clamp your jaw shut to keep your teeth from chattering.
>Then you see her, back to you and wings folded close to her body, like a cloak, with her legs danging over the edge of the roof.
>Her hair is down, messy curls and tangles cascading down her back, and to your surprise you don't see the ghostly teal glow around her eyes.
"Twilight?"
>She turns, surprise obvious on her features, before recognition flashes in her eyes, and they twist up into a scowl.
"It's Midnight. The least you could do is address me by my name, Sunset."
>She practically spits venom when she says your voice, before turning away with a huff.
"Now go away. I don't intend to waste my time doing another Friendship Games song and dance with you..."
>You ignore her, walking closer, earning a minor glance back, but she doesn't do anything as you get close, eventually kneeling down beside her, putting your arms on the lip of the roof.
>Ideas on what to say, how to broach the subject carefully flit across your thoughts, but you have no idea, and Daydream remains silent, as does Sundown.
>So the both of you sit there, Midnight wrapped in her wings and you occasionally rubbing your hands together to ward off the cold.
>Finally, you decide to chance it.
"Is there anything that you want to talk about, then? I can just listen, if it will help..."
>Midnight glances over, then sighs, extending a wing and patting the spot next to her.
"...Fine. Just... don't give another 'I was like you' speech. I don't need it."

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>>28525978

>You nod, and with a bit of effort, haul yourself up and onto the lip of the roof, scooting next to Midnight until she wrapped one of her massive raven's wings around you.
>Instantly the cold all but ceases, leaving only your face and the bottom of your boots to feel the slight chill in the air.
>You almost comment on it, but resolve to let Midnight explain herself.
>It takes a bit, watching her chew her lip and think, but eventually she lets out a small sigh.
"Twilight had a nightmare last night."
>You blink, brow furrowing.
>Twilight hadn't mentioned anything about a nightmare this morning, nor had she woken you up at night either.
>Seeing your expression, Midnight glances down, looking over her feet.
"Not by me. I stopped after- the point is I stopped. I'd started thinking things over, and was stuck in her dreams when it happened."
>The darker counterpart to your girlfriend takes a breath, fiddling with her gloved hands the same way Twilight did when she was nervous.
"She was dreaming about what might have happened if you hadn't been able to stop Gloriosa. She was afraid of losing everyone... losing you, especially."
>She folds her hands in her lap, continuing.
>"I almost stepped in and capitalized on it. All I would've had to do was convince her that I could change everything if she gave me control again. I'd be at the portal and through to a world with all the magic I could ever hope to find before anyone would know what was happening..."
>She glances over at you, but you maintain a strong pokerface until she glances away again, refusing to hold your gaze for long.
>"I didn't, obviously. She's still pathetic, and I refuse to let her have any of the powers at my disposal, but she's still mine to mess with, not some stupid delusions of her own psyche..."
>She sighs.
>"So I just... stepped in and stopped it. Made her aware she was dreaming and gave her a shoulder to cry on. I think she was just as confused as I was."

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>>28525995

>The raven-winged doppleganger chuckles, but it's a dead, deflated kind of laugh.
"Big Bad Midnight Sparkle, terror of Crystal Prep and destroyer of worlds, come to scare away the nightmares and comfort her. Maybe I'm the pathetic one now."
>She sniffs, rubbing at her eyes.
>Slowly, you lean forward, wrapping her in an awkward sideways hug.
>At first she tries to pull away, but after a moment's pause, stops, leaning the side of her head against yours.
"I could end this world with a snap right now. Rip a hole to what I want and devour every atom of magic and know exactly how it works, until I slate this insatiable hunger in my stomach."
>You tense, but the phrasing of her words keep you quiet as she continues.
"I could tear this place asunder, hurt everyone that ever wronged us and get revenge for the years at Crystal Prep, but... ...I'll be honest with you, Sunset Shimmer. I don't know what to do with myself. That desire, that burning need to know is still there, but..."
>She waves a hand around.
"My heart's not in it. I only came here because... well, I needed to think, and Crystal Prep seemed a safer destination than bringing an entire group of friendship-obsessed teenagers down on me if I went to the portal."
>She chuckles, and you half-expect a 'no offense/ comment from her, but she just quiets herself and goes back to gazing over the city.
>So you just nod, shifting a bit until you've only got the one arm around her middle, snuggled up against her for warmth, and lean your head on her shoulder, and take a chance to speak.
"It is peaceful out here, isn't it."
"I suppose it is. I'm glad Twilight is a deep enough sleeper I can experience this... I was worried she would wake up and either freak out or take control and get us hurt..."
>You nod, considering for a moment.
"I'm going to assume you would rather I not tell her about this?"
>The doppleganger nodded.

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>>28526004

"It's probably for the best Twilight doesn't know. I don't need her worrying over things I don't intend to do. Just..."
>She glances over at you, and for a moment you see that usual scared, worried gaze you saw on the girl you'd met at the Friendship Games.
"Can I... Can I keep doing this? Just... coming out here to think?"
>You smile, reaching a hand up and rubbing at a tear forming around her eye.
"Sure... just... maybe try to stay out of the city rooftops. I know you think the girls and I might overreact if you get near the portal, but It'll be a mess for all of us if someone thought you were a jumper or something and called the police."
>That manages to get a chuckle, a real one, to which Midnight nods.
"Deal."

>Eventually, the two of you decide to head home, Midnight carrying you bridal-style and gliding down until you were back at your bike.
>When you start climbing on, though, you pause, watching Midnight pant considerably, looking as if she's going to collapse.
"Hey, are you okay?"
>She nods, gulping, before her body glows a faint teal, her attire shifting back to the pajamas Twilight was wearing when she went to sleep.
"I'm running out of excess magic. I can't keep up my form like this without a source to draw off of, and if I draw off of Twilight directly it will probably wake her..."
>You pause, worried, as her horn fades, causing the part in her hair to fall back into place.
"Do I need to call a cab then? Are you going to be able to maintain control at all, or-"
>Midnight waves a hand dismissively, wincing a bit as her wings fade into wisps of darkness and float away.
>Without all of the changes, except the green sclera, she looks just like Twilight now, although she holds herself differently.
"I can maintain control, I just won't be able to fly back... and it'll take time before I can even manifest my wings again..."
>You sigh in relief, patting the spot behind you on your motorcycle.
"Hop on then. I'll take us home."

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>>28526012

>The way back is a lot longer than before, since you weren't breaking nearly every speed limit to chase after Midnight this time around.
>Still, it gives you time to collect your thoughts.
>You weren't an expert at reading people by any means, but Midnight was far too genuine, far too vulnerable from the giant ham of terror obsessed with magic at the Friendship Games.
>The fact that she seemed cautious, maybe even afraid of rousing you and the girls from thinking she was doing something was another indicator... so you assumed, for now, that you could trust her to just wander around at night...
>You grimace, taking the exit off the highway back to your house at the implication.
>Midnight could probably handle herself, and while you were sure that, eventually, Twilight would need to know about the situation or find it out herself, the idea of letting either of them get hurt left a bit of concern rolling around in your head.
>Daydream pips up as you wait at a red light, feeling Midnight shift position and wrap her arms around you a bit better.
>"If I may; I propose simply ensuring she has Twilight's phone with her in the future, to allow direct communication if something unpleasant should arise."
>You nod, figuring you'd had enough craziness for the night, before Sundown chimes in as well.
>"Hey, so if Midnight and Twilight are like us, and you and Twilight are dating... does this mean Midnight could be, y'know, available for one of us?."
>You roll your eyes, leaving it on a solid 'we'll talk about it later.', and hit the throttle when the light turns green again.
>Shortly after, you roll back into the driveway of your home, putting the kickstand down and sliding off, watching with slight amusement as Midnight rubs at her calves.
"We're still not used to riding on that thing... even if the feeling of a sturdy powerful machine beneath us is... a bit more appealing than flying around all of the time."
>You smirk, chuckling.

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>>28526046

"Life's a bit more interesting when you let yourself act human, huh?"
>Midnight follows after as you head inside, messing with her hands again.
"I suppose... perhaps the Canterlot night life will provide a bit of entertainment after all..."
>You let out a yawn, finally starting to feel the exhaustion of the night working into your body.
"Hey, that reminds me. I know you can probably handle yourself, but can you take Twilight's phone with you when you go out again, just in case?"
>The doppelganger nods, climbing the stairs alongside you as the two of you go to turn in.
"While probably not necessary... if it will ensure you are not as concerned about Twilight's well-being, I will oblige."
>You put a hand on her shoulder before she opens the bedroom door.
"Hey, I'm worried about both of you, Midnight. I know you're confused about everything, and trust me, I know you're not all for the 'I was there too' talk, but... I had a similar problem a while back... in more ways than one."
>She scans your face for a moment, but eventually nods, giving you a small smile.
"Thank you, Sunset. That... means a lot."
>You return the grin in kind, quickly hopping into bed and getting comfortable.
>It's then you notice, as Midnight slides in beside you, that her movements are much more cautious than Twilight's; stilted, glancing behind her on occasion, and it takes you a moment to realize why.
>Despite not being there, she was used to her wings, which begged the question of what exactly Twilight's own mindscape looked like, now that the raven-winged doppelganger had withdrawn herself further into it.
>Another yawn pushes the thought aside, and you reach over and pull the small chain danging from your bedside lamp.
"Goodnight, Sunset..."
"G'night Midnight."

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>>28526090

Right, that was fun. Hope ya'll enjoyed. Might do more following or like this later, but for now, this is intended to stand by itself.

Oh, yes, and a pastebin link.

http://pastebin.com/tj2gUc3f

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>>28523821
“We’re with the DDS. We’ve got the supplies you requested?”
>The lead Rarity, her hair done up in a Marge Simpson-esque updo, claps her hands excitedly
>”Oh, yes! Splendid! Why don’t you wheel it out, and we’ll take a look!”
>A very grumpy Moondancer staggers out of the ship behind you, teetering under the weight of a single crate
>The other Rarities form up around you, “Wahaha!*”-ing excitedly over the prospect of new dresses

[*A strange vocalization unique to Rarities. HST scholars are uncertain whether it is a marking of territory, a mating call, or simply an expression of excitement. As far as you can tell, it’s entirely up to context.]

>”I’ll simply die if they were able to fetch that cross-cut pattern from my home dimension! Oh, I miss it so…”
>”And I can’t live if I don’t finally get my back-stitched lame returned to me! I’m dying without it!”
>Moondancer opens the box, and it slowly begins to blossom outward in a sweeping ball of orange-ish, ruddy energy
>When the glow fades, the Rarities are surrounded by piles upon piles of dresses, all of them stacked neatly on racks and perfectly sized to her figure
>Two of the Rarities faint, and the third drops to her knees
>”It’s… it’s so beautiful…”
>Tears begin to pour down her face
>”So many dresses… so pretty…”
>She pulls a tissue from the pocket of her robes, dabbing at her eyes
>Like a ghost, or a moth to a flame, Starlight melts out from behind you
>”I hear the sounds of suffering. What has caused you distress?”
>The Rarity looks up, confused
>”What? No, I’m… I’m so happy, darling…”
>”Oh!”
>Starlight bows

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>”I am sorry to have misread the situation. Clearly, I have allowed myself to become to closed off to the ways of this world…”
>She straightens back up, and begins to shrug off her t-shirt
“No! Starlight, stop!”
>But there’s no stopping her
>Once a Starlight has started stripping, it’s best to just let them finish
>Even if you’re on a planet comprised entirely of jealous girlfriends and even-more-jealous cowgirls
>Starlight’s shirt drops to the ground, followed by her bra
>Her breasts lay full and plump against her bare skin as she shrugs off the rest of her fatigues, and then finally slips off her panties
>Butt-naked, she spreads her arms, letting the sun play against her violet chest
>The remaining Rarity just stares
>A single droplet of blood leaks from her left nostril
>”I wish to understand this strange culture, where sadness is to be prized. You now see me as I truly am. Now, please, allow me to see you as—“
>Starlight’s nudity is interrupted by the clicking of a shotgun
>A furious-looking applejack, clad in dirty farmwork fatigues, bursts through a row of dresses, leveling the gun with Starlight
>”What in tarnation are you doin’, Sugarcube?”
>The Rarity immediately goes on the defensive, trying to cover her bloody nose
>She waves her hands frantically, blushing
>”No! W-wait, Applejack, darling! It’s not what it looks like!”
>Naked Starlight turns to Applejack, her face not registering any change in emotion
>”It’s not, huh? And Ah reckon you want me to believe she’s some kinda space alien who’s just butt-naked as a sign of peace, right?”
>”Literally yes! That’s exactly what happened, dear!”
>”A likely story! Ah thought I could trust you, Rares! Looks like Ah was wrong!”
>An ear-splitting *BOOM* echoes through the meadow as Applejack fires at Starlight
>You close your eyes, not willing to see your friend get blown apart

So many updates today
I dont know what to read

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>>28526236
>When you force one open, however, Starlight is still standing there, perfectly intact
>Trixie is in front of her, blade drawn
>On either side of her lie smoking halves of the bullet, cleaved neatly in half by her Space Katana’s phonon-driven blade
>”You shouldn’t shoot at Trixie’s friends! You might make her angry!”
>”What in tarnation…”
>”While you were busy being jealous, Trixie studied the blade!”
>Starlight bows her head, stepping towards the Applejack
>Who, rightfully, looks more confused than you’ve ever seen anyone look before
>”I beg your forgiveness for this misunderstanding.”
>”No, seriously, what in the good Lord’s name…”
>”Trixie will forgive this transgression! But you must learn to accept her friends, and their strange ways!”
>”You just… how in the blazes…”
>The Applejack falls backwards onto her ass, looking dazed
>”Good lord, I need a drink.”
>Moondancer saunters out of the ship, sweating profusely as she lugs out the next crate
>”I’m tired of c-c-carrying this thing, and I’m opening it.”
>She pries the lid off, and a burst of bright green, sour apple-scented energy blooms before your eyes
>When it dissipates, the entire landing strip is covered in pile upon pile of apple-based treats
>Raw apples, apple pies, apple fritters, apple cobbler, packets of apple seeds, and, of course, huge barrels of apple cider
>Starlight steps up Applejack, offering her a hand
>Reluctantly, the cowgirl accepts it, and Starlight helps her to her feet
>”Yeah, alright. Whatever. But if you step near mah girl again…”
>”I have no intention of doing so. The two of you are quite admirable together.”
>Applejack blushes, sweeping her hat off her head and holding it against her chest
>A light blush touches her cheeks, nestling in neatly amongst her freckles
>”Well, that’s mighty kind of you. But, uh, if you don’t mind me askin’… are y’all naked for any particular reason?”

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>>28526248

>All-in-all, it’s definitely not the worst day you’ve ever had at this job
>Rarity and Applejack embrace, and then link arms as they agree to show you around the refugee camp
>As you walk down the stamped path that leads back to the settlement, they manage to bicker-flirt the entire way
>”What on earth do you need all these dresses for, anyway? Can’t y’all just make ‘em yourself?”
>”What do you need all these apples for, dear? Can’t you grow them yourself?”
>”That’s different. Apples are a way of life. Dresses are just…”
>Rarity bristles
>”Dresses are *what*, daring?”
>”I dunno. Frilly, froo-froo nonense?”
>”Ah! Well, I never!”
>Rarity turns up her nose
>”Ah’m just sayin’! Apples are way more important than fancy clothes! Y’know, I really owe you an apology, stranger.”
>She turns to Starlight, who’s still neglected to put on any form of clothing
>”Maybe things’d be a bit better if we just walked around buck-nekkid. Looks comfy! Useful too, just think of all the money we’d save on patchin’ overalls!”
>”Well, I’m not particularly inclined to go around baring my indecency everywhere, darling. But, if you were to make that decision…”
>She flicks a finger along AJ’s chin
>”I don’t think I’d be one to complain.”
>”Yeah? Well maybe I’ll jus’ start right now!”
>Applejack begins to unbutton her dirty fatigues
>”R-right now? But darling, we’ll be in town soon! Everyone will see you , and it’ll be so embarrassing, just you standing there, all sweaty, muscles shining in the sun… with everyone watching…“
>Rarity clamps her hands over her nose, to keep it from bleeding
>”Doesn’t sound so bad t’ me!”
>Starlight places a gentle hand on Applejack’s shoulder

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>>28526273
>”I’m so glad you’ve seen the logic of my people’s oldest tradition! Please, do not hesitate to bare your body before your friends. If they truly accept you, they shall accept you as you are.”
>”Yeah! See, Rares? The purple one makes a lot of sense!”
>Rarity can’t even look at Applejack now
>She squeezes up against her girlfriend’s side, face beet red and hidden in her hands
>”I can’t believe you. AJ, dear, this is insane.”
>”You say that about all mah favorite things! Makes this sound like a gosh-darn great idea to me!”
>”I concur, honorary sister. Bare yourself to the world! There exists no pride in hiding oneself!”
>Starlight pats Applejack’s back
>”Yeah! Ah’m gonna do it!”
>Applejack sprints forward, rounding the corner to bring herself into the settlement
>Rarity sprints after her, with you and the other girls following right behind her
>The settlement itself is as beautiful as the planet it lies on: 18th century-style villas surrounding a clear blue lake, with some random Old West-esque taverns dotting the landscape for the AJ’s to enjoy
>And, of course, there’s plenty of farmland stretching in all directions
>AJ runs right into the middle of town, and tears off her fatigues, throwing them into the air along with her plain underwear
>”Look at me, world! See me how Ah really am!”
>She poses, throwing her arms into the air
>As expected, her entire body is lean and muscled, her skin stained with sweat and grime from the day’s work
>All around her, RariJack couples stick their heads out of their windows
>Realizing they’re watching, AJ flexes, the sweat coating her muscles giving her the appearance of a female bodybuilder, and all her fellow Rarijack Refugees are the audience at her show
>The effet upon her audience is immediate: every single Rarity clamps her nose as a mini geyser of blood bursts from her nostrils
>And every Applejack clenches her fists, faces turning red in fury

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>>28526285
>”Hey! What in tarnation is she doin’!?
>”She thinks she’s better than us!”
>”She thinks she’s stronger!”
>A random AJ jumps from her window, landing so heavily that she crushes a crater into the ground
>She tears off her own fatigues, posing naked across from “your” Applejack
>”You think yer so tough? Look at me! Ah put in sixteen hours of work yesterday, and didn’t feel a thing! It shows!”
>She flexes, the air around her seeming to thrum with power
>”You two think you’re special? You ain’t nothin’!”
>A third AJ jumps down, already naked before she hits the ground
>She poses, lifting a stone from the ground and crushing it in one hand
>”Ah’m the strongest and most desirable AJ! Y’all are just lucky your Rarities aren’t chasing after me!”
>”As if! Mah Rarity loves mah strong arms!”
>The AJ speaking poses, showing off her biceps
>You’re starting to lose track of which is which
>Next to you, Rarity looks like she’s barely staying conscious
>She’s sweating badly, fanning herself with the back of her hand
>The other Rarities aren’t doing much better
>Two of the AJ’s move towards each other, locking arms and falling to the ground in a full-on naked grapple
>Half the Rarity population passes out immediately, and the other half lets out a simultaneous “Wahaha~!”
>You elbow Rarity
“So, uh… we made the delivery…”
>She just nods, not even looking at you
>Somewhere in the tangle of naked cowlgirl bodies, you see that a pair of AJ’s are now scissoring to assert dominance
“We’re just gonna, uh… go…”

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>>28526308
>The guidance beams disappear as the Friendship Express launches back into space, MAGI field enveloping it once again as it prepares to jump back into 5D space
>Starlight is laying prone across the corner of the cockpit, looking smug
“What’s got you all high-and-mighty?”
>”My philosophy has brought yet another world to peace.”
“Wait, what? Did we just visit the same planet? The way I saw it, you’re weird exhibitionism fetish just started a planet-wide tavern brawl.”
>”Maybe. But when the dust settles, they will have a greater appreciation for themselves, and each other.”
“Uh… yeah. Okay, Star. I don’t feel like fighting you on this one.”
>Moondancer pokes her head out of your hammock
>”B-but you can agree that sweater are c-c-cuter than muscles, right?”
“Huh?”
>”S-sweaters are better than cowboy hats. Right?”
“Sure?”
>”H-hah. I knew it.”
>She ducks back inside your hammock
>Then sticks her head out again
>”N-not that it matters w-w-what you think. But I’m g-glad you’re right. For once. B-baka.”
>Trixie unsheathes her sword, pretending to polish it despite the fact that the adamantium-laced steal explicitly requires no polishing
>”Trixie is just happy to have protected her friends! When the demons are out our door, Trixie is glad to have studied the blade!”
>Starlight nods
>”You did well, Trixie. As did all of you.”
“Um, I’m pretty sure I’m in charge. I get to decide when we do well.”
>You look at each of the three girls in turn
“You guys did good.”

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>>28526323
>Moondancer hisses at you, Starlight continues looking smug, and Trixie continues “polishing” her weapon
>Your crystal slate flashes with another “incoming call” message
“Oh, great. It’s Miss H again.”
>”I can only hope she’ll see fit to reward us.”
“I wouldn’t count on it. Probably another assignment.”
>”I know. But still, hope is important, Twilight.”
“I guess.”
>You glance at the other girls, hoping someone will have something to say that’ll put this all in perspective
>Trixie pulls a Mistress Marevelous figure out of her hoodie pocket, making little explosion noises with her mouth as she makes it backflip across the controls
>Well, you suppose that’s the best you’re gonna get out of them
>You hold the crystal slate in one arm, and answer your boss’ call

Alright. That's the end of "Episode 1" of this green. I'll try to have a new episode or two out every week, but we'll see how it goes. Let me know if you want to see more, I guess?

>>28526335
I still dont know what to read

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>>28526285
darling, that's lewd!

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>>28526308
>>Somewhere in the tangle of naked cowlgirl bodies, you see that a pair of AJ’s are now scissoring to assert dominance
this pleases my sides

>>28465836
Is this Anon still here?

So much to read, but I must sleep.

>>28527151
I am. I just haven't had much time to write recently. If there's a demand for it, I'll see if I can get to it sometime.

>>28523493
Yes, She gets a facial, fucked from behind, and then she sucks a cock while riding another one reverse cowgirl. No creampie yet, though.

I just had a dream with twi

Good morning nst

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Morning faggots and welcome to shitposting enterprises. Time for some idiotic green.
>>28510880
>And so, here we are. A vast convention filled with what it seems infinite copies of yourself and people you know. Even Trixie is here, unfortunatelly.
So, what was your job, again, Pinkie?
>"I work as a security member on this con. Well, usually i do other stuffs but this is an special ocasion"
>Security... Not as suited as i think for Pinkie.... but seen back then, that poor Pinkie at the counter looked so dead inside. Just like me i guess
So you're gonna stand in there and patrol the area for 8 hours? That doesnt sound like you.
>"Heh, silly. Beign a security guard inside CAKE is not like the ones we have back in our universe. Here, grab this"
>She hands you a..PISTOL?!
Uwaahhh! Pinkie!
I-i-is this alright? you're not gonna get into trouble for this? i can just go wander around not interfering on your job.
>What is she thinking. M-maybe this is sone kind of retarded joke. Ha! thats it, classic Pinkie
>"Nu-uh. Everyone here has some kind of self defense weapon on themselves. Of course, usually they're not allowed inside the complex but this is a a special ocasion"
W-what are you talking abo-
>Not even finishing that sentence the roof blows up leaving a coat of dust hiding a huge shadow behind it.
>no time is lost. Before anyone can react, giant metal claws coming from the dust cloud, start picking up the various exhibitions scatered on the crowd
>Confusion and screamings fill the place as the claws selectively steal the precious artifacts from the hands of various twilights. Some of them trying to apply resistance
>"And thats my entrace call. Stay back Twilie, im gonna blow up some faces"
>Did she said... faces..
Did you said-WATCH OUT!
>One of the claws agily charges at us at incredible speed, like those tentacle things from Dr. Octopus
>"Getting impatient, huh?"
>With no hesitation She takes two really nice looking revolvers out of her hair loaded and ready to action.

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>>28529098
>Pulling the trigger, eyes on the target and a set in stone wild expression on her face, she shouts a catchphrase as the bullets hits its destination point
>"Bite the dust"
>As soon as the bullets make impact, they ignite in a powerful yellow blaze of destruction causing the metal claws to stagger back
>People around cover themselves from the explossion wave but Pinkie doesn't move an inch
>"Twilie, get away from me. They're going to attacks again"
Where i should go?
>Without moving her sight from the menacing shadow in the dust, she points at her left side
>"Most of this Twilights cannot cast magic. Sure some are super geniuses and some can deffend themselves pretty well"
>She shows a sincere smile
>"You have a great advantage at your side Twilie. Its up to you how you're gonna use it"
Huh...
>"Watch and learn"
>Two more claws aproaches from the sides, you quickly move away from her.
From where they came from?!
>opening her arms side to side as in one of those cool action movies, She pumps another round of explossive bullets sucefully repelling wave after wave of attacks
>It takes no time for other Pinkies (and a couple of Mauds) to aid in combat. In fact, as i try to move between the crownd of screamming people trying to get out of this hell, i can notice the same scenary taking place in other areas
Just, what is this
>Why did she brought me here? why did she gave me a gun? i dont even know how to use one of these. This is happening too soon.
>A-am i dead? is this hell and this is my eternal punishment for beign such a crappy person?. Beign trapped in a chaotic scenario with Pinkie fucking Pie who now plays to be a sci fi Clint Eastwood?
>You stop your mental meltdown to notice something with you over analythical hangovered head.
>Your Pinkie, as the one you know since almost a year. Is the only one making things blow up. Do other Pinkies are not able to do this, or...

>>28523532
Keep it up! Shiny's in some deep shit now.

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>>28529159
>Then the realization hits you.
Does magic is a rare factor in here?
>Even more, our magic...
>"WATCH OUT!"
>Some Rainbow Dash shouts in horror as shattered glass falls into the crowd.
At pure reflex, you manage to stop the shards from falling over the crowd withou your magic. People quickly get out of the way and you get able to release.
>Other Twilights are using what it seems like gravitational force guns. That technology looks like a common thing here.
That was a close call
>"Looks like the rooft is clearing"
>Our Pink warrior confidently says after a quick reaload
>The heavy puff of dust finally reveals the cause of this hellish scenario.
>From the top of what it looks like an armored UFO, comes two male figures and the third is... oh crap, that hair. Its a Trixie
>A pretty small Trixie in the middle of these two menacing shadows.
>One of them began shouting from a megaphone, letting deaf half the room with that thing.
>"PREPARE FOR TROUBLE"
>"and make it double"
>"TO PROTECT THE MULTIVERSE FROM DEVASTATION"
>"to unite all people within organizations"
>"TO DENOUNCE THE EVILS OF TRUTH AND LOVE"
>"to extend our reach to the stars above"
>"ANON!"
>"Flash Sentry"
>TEAM C.U.C.K. BLAST OFF AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT!"
>"Surrender now or prepare to fight"
>"Uwahh, Thats right!~"
...
>"..."
>all the crowd remains silent
are they serious?
>w-whats the meaning of this!? They even have matched uniforms. What does KEK stands for anyways? So many questions
>Your autistic drived anger blinds you from what comes next. Lost on your thoughts, you leave the world around you advance as if you where frozen in time

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>>28529243
(meanwhile)
>Here i am, facing danger once more. i just wish i can have day without any crazy moron trying to kill themselves and everyone in the process. But such is a life of a special agent. At least the pay is good and i get to see pretty places.
>Name's Pinkamena Diane Pie and im an agent of CAKE. My duty is to put troublemakers on their place and keep peace in the multiverse.
>And now those punks broke in here, the most secured place in the multiverse. They must be dumb, i mean, team "Cuck". What a ridiculous name, do they even know the meaning of it? and those white and black costumes...
>"In the name of the supreme justice, you're under arrest for the charges of peace disruption, breaking in multiversal counselor property and atempt of murder!"
Way to go RD-7629. Can i blow their faces now?
>"EXCUSE ME? WE'RE THE GOOD GUYS HERE!, WE NEED THOSE STUFFS TO-"
>"Anon stop. They're deaf to listen. We must pursue the evil alone"
>"Forget about formalities-nyaan. Lets blow some stuff and run away!"
HEY! Thats my catchphrase!
>Who do she think she is. She's gonna eat sprinkled lead!
>firing all the barrel directly at their face as you promised, you find out they're beign protected by a force field so strong, not even your blasts make flinch the floating ship.
Should figure that out
>"HA! RESISTANCE IS FUTILE. PLEASE SIT BACK MEANWHILE WE'RE DONE SHOPPING"
Hey, RD. Can you make the honours pretty please?
>"Say no more"
>This jet pack flying cyan fighter is nothing else but a defense squad member of CAKE. They specialize on shields of any kind and how to break them
>Takes less than one second for her to take out her shield supressors. A exquisitee for any hired gun around the multiverse. I called them Beyblades due to their resemblance, but enough of cultural references. You're here for action and blood.

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>>28529318
>Quickly dispatching the shields as if child games was, the enemy team staggers
>"This is no good"
>"T-trixie doesnt like this plan anymore-nyoron"
>"AH-AH"
>The dread look into Anon's non visible eyes turning directly at my revolvers. Knowing what comes next
>"All served, sweetie"
>Rainbow does a hand signal
Thanks baby
>Guns loaded, target on point, a storm of bullets fly across the hall to meet their destination. A final barrage of explosions takes down the unauthorized flying object making it crash in the middle of the hall
>For those guys? for their luck i was aiming bellow their feets so lets say they blasted off the place
>Cero casualties this day and the culprit arrested. Now why i am feeling like i forgot something...
Twilie!

And thats all folks. Hope you enjoyed this diarrhea of text because there is more in the future. Have a nice day, i need a drink.

>>28529388
>puff draws
>puff writes
Is there anything you can't do? You truly are the perfect waifu. Love me.

>>28523649
>Shimmers
>Winning a war against HST.
Should have gone to war, tbqhwy.

>>28523493
lewd alert: derpibooru.org/1259521

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Let's play a game, /nst/.

>>28530317
Roll

>>28530317
Giving it a roll

>>28530333
Do I get anything for rolling trips?

>>28530340
>Cyberlight
Alright cool.
>I have no purpose
O-oh...

I'll take being ageless. It worked well enough for Discord. As long as I don't get my asshole shot to bits by Slaughter, I'm good. I guess I'll just live on long after all other organic life has died out so that at least humanity will have one living memory.

>>28530344
Does it say you get anything for rolling trips? No.

But I'm not anal about it so fuck it. Pick whatever universe you want.

>>28530317
/Rolling 1D100

>>28530532
>BBSA
>Help the antagonist
>Not enough credits for a shot on Energy X
Rip Chronos, he was a good writefag.

>>28530549
>Good writefag
And I thought I was the one going on a fantasy adventure :^)

>>28530559
The multiverse is back, baby!

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>>28530317
Lets roll those sweets

>>28530317
KEEP ROLLIN ROLLIN ROLLIN ROLLIN

>>28530317
roll for glory

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>>28530919
>mfw I have to fuck Moblight's Discord.
His dick doesn't work so I guess I'll just use 5 credits for a stick and beat him unconscious. Rape is the only way to go here.

>>28530317
I hope I make it.

You know it's more fun if you guys post your choices too, right?

>>28530317
rawllan

>>28531057
>Crusaderlight
>You are now the servant of your universe's Twi
Welp.

Pot of Greed - 15
Green - 2
Super Phone - 15
A real man's gun - 25

>Stick dolla into pot of greed
>use the $1 bills to buy magical items from this world claiming that "it's the currency of the future"
>use my gun to coerce those who don't believe me
>fug twilight in my newly rented castle 'till the cows come home

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>>28531031
Well, fuck, I choose the Shotgun for 25, a stick for 5 and some green for 1.
I would do some sick gun-fu and hope to be able to protect Twilight.

>>28531057
>Crusaderlight's servant
Dude score

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Alright, so I may or may not actually have another update ready for BBSA really soon. I went ahead and had a burst of green last night when I should have been sleeping, so maybe expect some more later tonight!

>>28530317
Let's Roll!

>>28531128
I actually just watched Equilibrium for the first time a few nights ago. It made me really pine for a Cleric Maud story

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>>28531640
Looks like I get to pal around in Cyberlight's verse for a while, and I can do whatever the fug!

With forty points to spend, looks like I have just enough to buy Shiney's Energy X package. I'm hoping that alone will keep me going long enough to get my hands on some sick weapons and maybe a suit of power armor. Maybe I can start up a career as a Space Merc like good ol' Slaughter.

I'm sure that would keep me busy for a long while!

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>>28531715
Alright, if Churro's getting in on this, I want in on the autism too. Also a decent idea, considering what I have planned. More Cyber soon, /nst/.

Either way, rollin'.

>>28530317
Lemme get dat roll, b0sse!

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>>28530317
Rolling

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>>28530317
I ain't scare.

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>>28531762
>MUPPET
>Help the antagonist
I had a good life... shot of Energy X for chances of surviving and a phone to work as an intelligence gatherer for MUPPET seems a decent 'let's hope not to die.' idea. Make them think I'm some shadowy douche that just shows up with new information and disappears when I'll actually be on the orgy planet with S-888.

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>>28531835
>Jeff has to become Twiley's new mom

I am intrigued

>>28523821
I would have made a compliment to the Rarities about their hair but not addressing any of them so they would fight each other.

>>28530317
Rolin for cyber

>>28526464
Everything, desu.

>>28526335
I love it, Jefferson.

>>28531811
>Worst, most dangerous, assignment.
>Shitty number of points.
Pottery.

>>28532297
Maybe things will go better for you since you know Discord is the bad guy?

My Internet provider fucked up and its so slow I cant even connectto a speed tester

>>28532312
It ain't me should start playing.

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Hello /nst/ it's Cyberlight time.

>>28532658
I know that feel too well JoJo.
You should send them anthrax through the mail.

>>28532784
>"Are you trying to kill me."
"It ain't me."
>"I feel like you're trying to kill me."
"I ain't no fortunate son, no."
>"Then why did you just have that gun aimed at my head?"
"It...it ain't me."
>"Anon, are you lying?"
"I ain't no...n-no fortunate..."
>"You know what we do to liars around here."
"TWILIGHT MADE ME!"

>>28532806
Let's do it.

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>>28532806

"What?"
>That... wasn't you.
>"Indeed. What, you thought the pair of you were the only ones who had a mind made into a near-entirely digital format?"
"...Kind of?"
>S-1919 chuckles, then goes back to tapping on the keypad.
>”Either way, this should suffice until the Gala’s end. Not as advanced as some of the actual android Twilights that would let you feel and sense everything like a normal human, but you two should be able to enjoy yourselves properly...”
>You don’t think too hard about what the shorter Sunset meant by that statement.
>The purple forcefield drops, and you step forward, examining it as Sunset runs a hand along the chestplate.
“So... how do I take control of it?”
>”Do you have any data ports?”
>You- well, Sunny, shakes your head.
“Most of the time I would just sort of reach out and just... take control of something.”
>”Try that then. I admit that robotics isn’t my specialty.”
“Right...”
>You feel Sunset pull away from you, just a bit, and can just barely feel a sort of flowing sensation from your left arm.
>The feeling lessens after a bit, and you realize with a start that the android begins to glow a soft violet color, before shifting to a striking red and opening its eyes.
"Woah... Twilight, this is incredible!"
>You actually jump pack a bit, hearing your friend's voice both in your ear and from the android's artificial lips, drawing a sheepish grin that looks... off on a blank face.
"Sorry."
>You wave your hand dismissively.
"I-It's fine Sunny. This is just... amazing."
>You turn to S-1919, who is leaning against the tube with a smirk on her lips.
"So what all can she do?"
>The shorter Sunset thinks a moment.
>"If I remember correctly, full body active camouflage, complete control of vocal patterns, enhanced sensors to perceive touch and sound; standard stuff. We also have non-lethal weaponry installed along the arms and shoulder blades in case some MUPPET terrorist sneaks in... that happens often."

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>At that exact moment, Sunset's hand opens up, revealing a flashbang.
"...Cool."
>The grenade disappears back into her arm.
"I wonder if I..."
>She glows red again, before active camouflage similar to the ones you designed for your own cybernetics springs to life.
>It's... different, though; the process is much smoother, and a faster transition.
>You chew your lip as you watch, mentally noting down to make improvements to your bionic limbs later.
>By the time she's done, Sunny is standing there as if what occurred all those years ago never happened, sporting her old studded jacket and cutie mark shirt, wearing a pair of loose-fitting jeans.
"How do I look?"
>You just stand there for a moment, looking her up and down.
>It'd been so long since you'd actually SEEN Sunset rather than felt or heard her.
>Even if it was just an illusion, looking at her now, as if you hadn't seen her die....
>As if you hadn't screwed up everything.
>Your stomach drops out from under you, and before you know it, you're standing there, crying hard into her shoulder and hugging her.
"W-Woah, Twi, are you okay? I'm sorry, I-"
"N-No..."
"What?"
>You sniffle, forcing back tears to try and speak.
"P-Please, Sunset, don't apologize. I... I should've tried to stop her, or kept up with you, or protected you or-"
>You collapse back into a sobbing mess, ignoring everything around you.
>Everything comes crashing down on you again.
>How the fuck were you supposed to deal with this?
>Your best friend was dead, your girlfriend tried to kill you and everyone you loved-
>Sunset's hand strokes your back, whispering calming words into your ears.
"It's okay..."
"N-No it's not..."
"Twilight, listen..."
>Sunset runs a hand through your hair, gently undoing your bun and running digits through the violet and magenta mass.
"You need to stop doing this to yourself. What happened- ... None of us saw it coming, Twi. You're the smartest girl I've ever known, but..."

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>She sighs, wrapping you in a warm embrace.
"Just because you didn't see the signs like the rest of us doesn't make you less capable of dealing with this. I know you feel like everything's against you..."
>You sniff, swallowing back tears.
"W-What... still re-reading my mind?"
>Sunset's embrace tightens, not enough to hurt, but enough to be a firm grip.
"No... because after all that Starlight's done to you... to both of us... to our home?"
>Despite inhabiting a body made of metal, you feel an almost human shake in her grip.
"...That's what I've been feeling. Weak. Useless. I didn't see it coming, and if it weren't for you- ...Well, I wouldn't have a lot of things, least of all a chance to try and keep it from getting worse."
>Her grip slackens, holding you at arm's length by the shoulders.
>She's smiling, but it's a sad, fragile smile she holds as she brushes a tear from your eyes.
"So please... don't think you're alone in this... okay?"
>You swallow, hard, and rub the tears away with the back of your left hand.
"O-Okay..."
>She pats your shoulder, then twirls around, past you, and stands before you, her active camouflage rapidly changing from feet to head, jeans and jacket giving way to a mirror of your own dress, crimson fading to violet complete with a purple right arm.
"Shall we?"
>She holds the altered limb before you, which, after a moment's pause, you take within your own grip.
>A cleared throat draws both of your attentions, seeing a smirking S-1919 standing with hands clasped stiffly behind her back.
>"If the wonderful ladies from U-36 would follow me, then, I shall escort you with all haste."
>You both share a quick look, hands squeezing each other's gently, before giving her a mutual nod.
>The route back to the entrance hall is a brisk one, and soon enough, you're lead into the main ballroom.
>It's... about what you would expect from a bunch of your fellow purple nerds atop the pecking order holding an event, really.

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>Oh, sure, there's proper formal decorum; fancy ribbon and curtains, tall columns and polished tiles along the floor creating a giant six-pointed star, curving stairways; there was even a few ice sculptures of various symbols or important figures that were universal constants, such as one of your brother in full platemail.
>But beyond the Sunsets working as waiters and barkeeps, most are dressed only semi-formally, usually with some variation of a labcoat tossed over it.
>Actually, you feel a little overdressed, but considering Slaughter and Sparkle were both decked out, and just having Sunset here with you quells your anxiety, just a bit.
>S-1919 clears her throat, then runs a pair of glowing red fingers along her throat for a moment, before speaking out just loud enough for the sound to carry over the near-muted rumble of attendees.
>"Presenting, Ladies Twilight Sparkle and Sunset Shimmer of Universe Thirty-Six!"
>You lock an arm with Sunset and descend the steps slowly, meeting the gaze of a few of the attendees, most of them Twilights you recognize from your trips across the multiverse, who give you careful nods that you return in kind.
>It's then that Sparkle steps briskly out of the crowd, her face a slightly bloody mess as she wipes at her lip and nose with a napkin.
>Sunset winces, concern etched on her holographic features that you match in kind.
"Commissar, are you alright?"
>Sparkle nods, S-1919 scurrying past you to offer the War Twilight a length of gauze, which she accepts with a curt nod and takes to properly dealing with her wound.
>She jerks her head to the side, talking as the four of you walk towards the bar, where another Sunset was patiently serving drinks to Slaughter, who was apparently seeing how fast she could drink herself to death.
>"Surprisingly well, considering the company I was keeping. Slaughter's loyalist counterpart is still a bitch with a right hook to match my own."
>She flops down into a leather stool, sighing.

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>Without missing a beat, Slaughter finishes one of about a dozen shots sitting before her, leans over, licks the blood not collected in gauze from Sparkle's face, gives her a peck on the lips, and goes back to her shots.
>"Need me to kick someone's ass babe?"
>Sparkle rolls her eyes.
>"Just Commissar Shimmer's usual 'If you step inside my universe I'll have you executed on grounds of heresy' saber rattling again. Apparently she graduated to senior commissar. Has the power sword and everything."
>The bartender passes her hand over the chit, prompting Sparkle to slide it into her dress uniform, before setting a trio of strawberry-flavored drinks in glass bottles before her.
>"Good for her."
>You clear your throat, catching Slaughter's attention as she polishes off another shot.
>"...Holy hells of the Warp, are you sure you two aren't a couple?"
>Sunset gives a smug grin to her War counterpart, placing an arm around your shoulder.
"Actually I was thinking marriage. Wedding on Mars, honeymoon on the orgy planet, get a nice little two-story apartment in Canterlot..."
>You blush, glancing away, but Sunny leans over and presses a peck to your cheek.
>A few Sunsets let out a call or whoop and raise glasses, as well as at least one Twilight currently in sucking face with hers.
>Why your... friend's need to be smug and try to make you blush was a universal constant, why they all insisted on treating it like a need to celebrate was beyond you; it was a Shimmer thing.
"Nah, but seriously, we're... working on that?"
>She gives you an actually concerned glance, to which you nod, still blushing.
>"Y-Yeah. Just... working out the... k-kinks, so to speak."
>Slaughter shrugs, ignoring her last shot as her girlfriend cracks open one of the glass bottles.
>"Yeah, was wondering if good ol' Shimmy was going to sneak you an android to walk around in. You look good, Sunny."
>You glance back, seeing S-1919 just standing with that same smirk on her face, giving a wink.

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>You give her a polite smile, then turn back to the conversation at hand.
"S-So, how did your talk with T-4 go?"
>Both girls heave a sigh, neither looking entirely comfortable with the topic.
>Eventually, Sparkle speaks, looking down into her drink.
>"Well, we didn't get thrown out into the garden again... yet. As far as the conversation... we kind of... helped her out with a MUPPET problem she was having, a while back, and she wanted to thank us personally for it, since we were on the homeworld."
>Slaughter grimaces, downing her last shot.
>"She's nice, don't misunderstand. Probably one of the few high-ranking council members I'd actually take orders from... problem being that our little stunt in the USSR didn't go unnoticed."
>You gulp, grimacing slightly, and don't bother declining when they motion you to join them on the bar stools, where Slaughter continues.
>"It's bad, girls, and not because of what we did, although I don't think any of us should be dealing with any affiliated Starlights anytime soon... No, we're talking inter-faction declarations of war from crossing the lines here. The Coalition is chomping at the bit to launch a crusade to wipe the chaos-held War universes out, which isn't anything new, mind, but they've managed to get the loyalists backing them fully. It'll probably be brought up at the next Summit, if the fucking zealots don't charge through 5D space on their own crusade first."
>You wince, not knowing how to take this.
"I-I'm sorry-"
>They both wave hands dismissively, although Sparkle picks up the conversation this time.
>"Don't be. This has been a long time coming, you three just sped it up by maybe a few months, at best. The USSR wants justice in whatever twisted forms their logic says is right, the Coalition wants to stomp out Chaos and replace it with Shimmianity, and the loyalist dogs want our heads for what's essentially a several tens of thousands of years old religious war. Neither of you caused it."

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>Sunset speaks up next.
"Is there anything we can do to help?"
Slaughter watches the bartender clear her empty shots, then rubs her curly mess of red and yellow.
>"Honestly? Stopping your Starlight is probably the only thing any of us CAN do. We don't have the pull to engage in HST politics, but if we can stop a rogue Starlight that's caused untold damage across the multiverse?"
>She grins, a glint in her eye.
>"I'm not saying I'm doing this purely to save our asses; I still want revenge, and after what you two have been through, I want to make sure she doesn't hurt anymore good people. Khorne's got honor in his bloodlust, and I try to follow that, y'know? Here's the kicker though; a Starlight terrorist of this magnitude, whether captured or killed, is going to make whoever is associated with the group that did the deed look good. The USSR would be able to wash its hands of any involvement, the Coalition would get the justice for at least ONE dead Sunset..."
>She points at Sunny, giving her a smirk.
>"And however many more she killed, and all three would see the merit of the Chaos-held War universes, maybe even keep the loyalists in check. It's a gamble, but with a threat this big, they can't afford not to care."
>You let her words sink in, flexing your left hand a bit.
>No matter what you did with Starlight, dealing with her would help Slaughter out as well, and if the high council actually decided she was as big of a threat as you and Sunny had seen first hand, they would probably throw all the supplies you'd request at you to solve the problem.
>You could get Sunset a body again, get resources diverted back home to help with the rebuilding process and try to heal the wounds Starlight had literally blown across it.
>As much as you wanted to take tonight to relax, you can't help but think of the implications...
"Right... Tomorrow, we'll set out again, try to pick up the trail..."
>Sunny grips your right hand, rubbing her thumb against your palm.

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>It's odd, because even if the active camouflage makes her look like her perfectly normal, healthy self, her touch is off; slightly colder than the average person's.
>It's still her touch, but it's enough to remind you of how fragile and temporary it is.
"You going to be okay, Twi?"
>You nod, taking a breath to still your slowly increasing heart rate.
>Hunting again would come later; you'd deal with Starlight in time.
>For now, you just want to unwind a bit, enjoy some polite conversation, have a drink, dance, and just enjoy the feeling of having Sunset back at least in some physical capacity...
"Yeah... Hey; wanna grab a drink?"
>She gives you that caring smile you've missed so much, the one that raised your spirit when you were at your worst, and there Sunny would be, always there with a kind word and a gentle push in the right direction.
"Sure."
>As you stand up to leave, Slaughter perks up again.
>"Oh, girls, before I forget; T-4 said she wanted to meet you next, so she'll probably find you soon enough."
>You nod, trying to ignore the small knot forming in your stomach about the impending meeting.
"Right... thanks Slaughter."
>You both make your way back into the crowd as she raises a glass with her girlfriend, a gentle laughter following, before it fades into the background noise of the rest of the crowd.

>You had a hunch from the decorum about the food, and when you make your way to the tables, you're hunch turns out to be correct.
>Even if the HST liked to pretend it was a great society of refined multiverse forerunners, they were still versions of you.
>Which meant junk food, and lots of it.
>Of course, it was more than a bunch of takeout boxes and cans of soda, like when the HST got the chance to cater at the multiverse summits.
>Steaming containers of fried rice and meats, fresh pizzas of almost every topping combination, areas to make burgers with all the additions and condiments you could want, and most relevant; literal fountains of soda.

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>You swallow the gathering drool in your mouth, politely declining S-1919's offered napkin.
"Sunny?"
"Yeah, Twi?"
"Is this heaven?"
"If it was, I'd be licking whipped cream off of your body, so sadly not."
>A blush tints your cheeks, getting a few raised glasses from the OTHER Sunsets nearby that are within earshot.
>You both grab a glass and watch as S-1919 expertly fills them both from the rushing streams, presenting them both to you.
>You chuckle, earning another amused smirk from her.
"Is there anything you can't do?"
>"I've yet to find out, other than age. Too many jumps across the multiverse without a portal gun."
>"I would certainly hope not. You are one of the best Sunset's I've encountered, barring my own."
>The three of you turn, watching a rather plain, unassuming Twilight stepping out of the crowd towards you.
>She looks like any other Twilight; about 17 or 18, hair in a bun, labcoat, the works.
>Actually, if you weren't dressed up and didn't have most of your body replaced with metal, you'd say it was like looking into a mirror.
>S-1919 gives her a stiff bow, earning a wave of the hand.
>"Please, Shim, no need. Go ahead and take a break. I believe S-54 said something about wanting a rematch against you?"
>The small Sunset nods calmly, giving the both of you a nervous smirk (which was surprising, but apparently possible) and briskly walking off.
>You size up your newest acquaintance, as she watches S-1919 go, a small smile on her face.
>"To think that so many wonderful young women are tainted in the eyes of others by the versions of themselves that hold darkness in their hearts..."
>She sighs, but quickly composes herself.
>"Regardless. It is a pleasure to finally meet the both of you, Star, Sunset. If you had not already deduced, I am Twilight Sparkle of U-4."
>Sunset gives a polite nod, sipping on her cherry soda.
"Thank you for inviting us."
>You tense a bit, but T-4 just gives you a soft smile.

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>She's a lot different from T-948; less angry, a bit more nervous as you size her up again, even fidgeting with the buttons on her labcoat.
>You take a swig of cola and offer her your hand, which she slowly takes and gives a small shake.
"Yeah... thanks. It's..."
>You sigh, most of the tension leaving your body.
"Honestly, it's nice to meet someone with a bit of decency in the upper ranks of the Society."
>She frowns, just slightly, but nods.
>"I do apologize that less... tactful members of the lower council left a bad impression. Had I known, I would have stepped in immediately..."
>The three of you begin to walk, the crowd parting slightly as their host walked amongst them, leading Sunset and yourself towards an open door, leading out onto a well-lit patio area.
"It's fine, but I appreciate the effort to reconcile."
>Sunset gives a polite nod as well, though you feel her hand brush against yours again.
>"Of course. With multiverse politics being what they are, I hoped the Gala would mend rifts and bring people closer together..."
>She all but collapses into a chair, and it's then that you notice how ragged she looks underneath the average look; dark circles beneath her eyes, loose ends and frazzled bits of her bun, and other little things that make you aware of how much weight her words carry.
>Sunset sits down alongside her, and you decide to pull up a chair for yourself as well.
"Hey, are you okay?"
>T-4 takes a shaking breath, pulling off her glasses and rubbing her eyes.
>"No... but I will be, hopefully. I don't really... y'know, let others see me like this..."
>She undoes her bun, letting her hair down.
>"I do want to try and make it up to you, really, but... from what I heard about your situation... you're both more important than you know."
>You raise and eyebrow, setting down your drink and focusing on the worn down Twilight in front of you.
"How so?"
>She replaces her glasses, sniffing, and then composes herself.
>"Your Starlight's been busy."

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>You tense up again, listening as she explains.
>"The moment the information about your situation was made available, I made a motion to have her declared an enemy of the Society. It didn't take a lot of effort, after listing all of the Twilights who had come forward with complaints. Then more... and more... Do you know how many worlds, how many universes she's damaged?"
>You both grimace.
"At least a hundred."
>T-4 shakes her head.
>"Over 300, girls. From what I heard the two of you had been tracking her, but you only touched a fraction of what she's been doing. In the past year she's caused so much damage, so many deaths. Sunsets, Twilights, Trixies, Moondancers, Flash Sentrys, Anons, Shadowbolts. It doesn't matter; she's been wreaking havoc across the multiverse, most of it within the Society's own backyard."
>You stomach flips; over 300.
>She had been to triple the universes either of you had followed her through.
>Sunset puts a hand on your high council counterpart's shoulder as she continues.
>"I'm not one for violence. My own Princess Twilight and Sunset Shimmer have always taught me to forgive and resolve conflicts as quickly as possible, and I took that in stride when I was voted to join the High Council of Twilights... but this..."
>You nod, hands gripping fistfuls of your dress, and then deactivate your active camouflage, drawing a slight gasp out of T-4.
"We know... trust me, we know... That's why I was hoping you could help us."
>She steels herself, and nods.
>"Whatever you need, I'll provide you with to the furthest extent of my-"
>She's interrupted by a loud rumbling, rocking the ground and shaking you deep into your core.
>The three of you scramble back inside, T-4 rushing for one of the Sunset assistants.
>"What's going on? Are we under attack?""
>The Sunset pulls a walkie-talkie her ear and hands it off, watching as her boss cranks up the volume.
>"We're under attack! Equalizer-class USSR battle androids! They've breached the entrance!"

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Firstly, pastebin link for those new or wanting to catch up.

http://pastebin.com/85FQLGjy

Secondly, it's been a long time coming for this next part. Regardless of length or time of completion, next chunk of Cyberlight will be the Part 1 Finale, something I've been planning for a while now. I hope you all are enjoying the ride, because it's about to get a lot crazier.

>>28533032
is your name a weird version of Midnight Sparkle?

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>>28533216
An autistic combination of Midnight Sparkle and Ahzek Ahriman. I was a /tg/ lurker before coming here, and I enjoy Tara Strong's Maximum Ham with Midnight, so I figured it was appropriate.

>>28533032
Starlight-36 must be idiotic to attack the HST homework.
So I guess this must be the USSR trying to capture Twi and company.