Rainbow Dash Thread

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Sorry, I had to.

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>>29048014
Eh, no harm done. It'll be A-Ok!

She'll decorate it with christmas stuff. Also I'd put gay porn under the tree.

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Christmas are near.

>>29048083
homo or lesbian porn?

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Cuddly pones.

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I expect she could put a big hearths warming tree up outside.
As for gifts, a glass cider mug with her cutie mark on it plus some cider to drink with it.

Some of you Dashfags are alright. Don't come to the S07E03 sticky.

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>>29049293
Homo, because everyone knows that 2 dudes taking their bromance to the next level is no where near as gay as lesbipleb porn.

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Here is Rainbow Dash in a hoodie sipping a delicious Pepper PhD!

It didn't come out the way I wanted to, but here it is nonetheless.

Any other requests? I might have a little extra time to draw tonight!

>>29050817
Rainbow Dash hugging a human. Conceal their face so we can self-insert please.

>>29050939
Coming right up!

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>>29050939
I couldn't decide which pose to use so I drew this one twice. I gave the human a hoodie to conceal identity. So here's the first one, standing.

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>>29050939
>>29051766
And here is one sitting! I hope one of these is what you were looking for (more or less)

>>29051766
>>29051774
Just adorable!

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Hey y'all. I know it's been a bit since my last one, and I apologize. So, to make up for it, here's a nice big update. Hope you enjoy!

[TenochtiCon Cont.]
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>Your laughter cuts short as you wheel around to prepare for landing and nearly plow through a tight snarl of Pegasi.
“What the-?”
>Barely catching yourself in time, you float up a bit to look around at what’s causing the traffic jam.
>Below, in the center of the Atrium, a large circle of sets has been erected and a huge crowd of ponies surrounding them takes up every possible inch of space.
>Looking around the Pegasi you notice that lengths of shiny red ribbon have been stretched between the upper floor railings and elevators to designate an area for Pegasi spectators.
“The performance!”
>No one can have a problem using wings to queue for THIS area at least.
>You zoom around looking for a moment and find a good vantage point to watch down over the entire display.
>Lights flash near the center signalling that only a few minutes remain until it begins.
>You wish you had a bit of cloud to sit on, but hovering isn’t so bad.
>In short order the same pony who played announcer for the costume contest yesterday steps into the center of the ring of sets.
>”Ladies, and Gentlecolts! Welcome to the eighth annual TenochtiCon Daring Do Live Action Experience!”
>A roar of cheering erupts through the assembled crowd of ponies, and you find yourself yelling as loud as anypony.
>The Atrium lights dim and a spot from a unicorn up on the second floor shines down to illuminate one of the set pieces.
>”When we last left our HERO, Daring Do had just escaped the vaults of memory holding the first of three keys to the lost hoard of King Grover of Griffonstone!”

>A pony appears trudging wearily out from backstage dressed as Daring Do.
>You’re pretty sure your costume is better.
>”Weary, yet triumphant, Daring Do still has a long road ahead of her if she wants to win the race to the hoard against the nefarious forces arrayed to stop her! We join her now on the streets of Dodge City, searching for a contact who may know the whereabouts of the second key!”
>An excerpt from the Griffons Goblet.
>You cross your legs and settle back into your slow, easy hover.
>The play is actually very well done.
>The different actors seamlessly transition from the urban landscape of a city, to the rocky terrain of Griffonstone, to the rolling hills near Canterlot.
>You’re completely drawn in finding yourself gasping, sighing, and cheering with all the other assembled spectators like one gigantic organism.
>It’s better than you’d even hoped.
>Daring Do is well played and the costumes and silky smooth transition of the scenes from novel to visual form shows just how much work they’ve put in.
>When it’s all over an hour later you scream and cheer and pump your hoof as hard as anypony else.
>The crowd begins to dissipate under the watchful eye of a fire marshall and your stomach
roars it’s disappointment that you’ve only had what amounts to a snack.
>You quickly zoom over to the pub area and alight to order some breakfast.
>Lunch.
>Brunch?
>A big mushroom and avocado sandwich with hay fries and a slice of lingonberry pie satisfies your noisy stomach, and you pull out your schedule again to plan out your day.
>The big obstacle course isn’t til this afternoon.
>You absentmindedly double check your hard won ticket.
>There’s always the dealers’ hall again, but you don’t really need to go down there until the last day for the deals.
>No need to put your remaining bits in more jeopardy than is strictly necessary.
>You also need to talk to Windsong ASAP.

>>29052303
>You look around as you dust crumbs from the front of your costume.
“There should be at least one around here…”
>You trot around the Atrium and into the lobby area where you spot what you’re looking for.
>A small blue colored booth stands off to one side with a pair of ConSec workers watching the crowds and peace-binding replica weapons for the attendees with plastic straps.
>You watch with interest as you approach.
>A large stallion wearing Saddle Arabian garb was holding up a long, curved sword in a scabbard.
>The ConSec ponies used a plastic tie to secure the sword to the sheath so that it couldn’t be drawn.
>You smile at them as they send the stallion on his way.
“Hey guys! How’s it going?”
>The two security ponies look up at you and smile.
>”Hey! Nice costume! Anything we can help you with?”
>They look bored and happy to be talking to anypony at all, so you spend a few minutes talking about the events and their duties before getting to your question.
“So...I’m looking for Windsong. Either of you know where she might be this morning?”
>One of them looks at you more closely.
>”Oh right! You were with her last night at the party!”
>The other one nods suddenly.
>”Yeah, she was, huh? Oh, um...Windy is a little...worse for wear this morning.”
>The first pony rolls his eyes and quirks a smile at you.
>”That’s putting it mildly. She’s always a wreck the morning after a party”
>They both look at you.
>”But, she’s always up early no matter what. I think she had Hornshine do her duty this morning, so she’s probably taking it easy somewhere around here. I’d check the pub.”
>You nod and thank them for their time.
>You just came from the pub, but maybe you just missed her.
>Trotting back the way you came you look around at the tables and bar.

>>29052310
>Your eyes pass a huddled form in a headscarf and sunglasses you’d seen earlier before suddenly snapping back.
>You hurry over.
“Windsong?”
>The obscured face jerks in your direction before the ears beneath quiver and flatten.
>The poor mare gently cradles her head in her hooves before croaking softly at you.
>”...morning Rainbow...ungh...it is still morning...right?”
>You nod and slide into a chair across from her as quietly as possible.
“Still morning, Windy. Are you...gonna be okay?”
>She flinches a bit still despite your near whisper.
>How she can stand the noise of the milling crowds around this place is beyond you.
>A waiter levitates a tray with a huge mug of black coffee and a plate of fried eggs to sit in between you.
>Windy sighs and immediately begins wolfing down the eggs and gulping the coffee.
>”Mrf...yeah..I’ll be fine. Ooh, hot! Just a little worse for wear after the party last night.”
>She gives you a wry smile.
>”It’s always like this. S’why I don’t party like that very often. I really should know better by now.”
>You manage to contain the smirk trying to tug at your lips.
“You...d’you always...um...fly upside down like that too?”
>Okay, maybe you weren’t as under control as you’d thought.
>Color flashes across her cheeks as she buries her nose in the enormous mug.
>”Did you need something, Rainbow Dash?”
>You’re practically quivering with suppressed mirth.
>You cover a burst of a laugh by clearing your throat.
“W-well aside from checking on you...ahem...I need a favor.”
>Windsong sighs and mops up some egg yolk with a scrap of toast before munching it.
>”Why do I feel like this is gonna be trouble…”
>You stare at her a moment, savoring your revelation.
“Well...if you don’t want to, it’s fine. It’s no big deal. I got Anon to agree to dinner with me, you, and Hornshine tonight at the King’s Chamber, but we need a reservation. I guess if you’re not up for it~”

>>29052322
>The mug bangs loudly on the table making Windsong wince at her own noise.
>”WHAT? Oooow...sweet Celestia… You got him to agree? Really?”
>You nod, smiling happily.
>”Wow. You work fast, Rainbow. Okay.”
>She chuckles softly to herself, ears flicking back and forth.
>”Last minute reservations to the premiere restaurant in the resort. Well, at least you don’t ask for much. Me and Hornshine can wing it, but do you have the bits for it? The place ain’t exactly cheap.”
>You mentally go over your remaining bits.
>To be honest you don’t normally buy much.
>Since you started going to Cons and such you’ve spent more than ever before, but your stockpile of bits is never really dented much.
“I got it covered. Even if I’m paying for Anon too.”
>She nods and takes out a walkie talkie from the saddlebags next to her.
>”If you didn’t, we’d have you covered. No worries. Him too. It’d be rude to...ask...Anon to come and not cover him at least.”
>She doesn’t quite meet your eyes when she says “ask”, and you remember admitting to bullying Anon earlier.
>Better not to mention how you got him to agree.
>Windy takes another slug of coffee before clearing her throat and lifting the walkie.
>”Dirtybird to Studmuffin. Come in, Studmuffin.”
>You gape at her as she grins wickedly into the radio.
>”GAH! Windy! What in Tartarus?!”
>Hornshine’s voice crackles over the speaker full of embarrassed indignation.
>”Are you still...this ISN’T a private line!”
>You and Windsong both giggle at his consternation.
>”Whaaaaat? I just needed your attention...cutie pie!”
>Confused spluttering comes across the radio as you and Windy hear laughter exploding from the security booth across the way.
>”Windsong! What the ever loving h-”
>”Relax, sweetie. I just needed your attention. Where are you stationed at the moment?”

>>29052344
>There’s a long pause at the other end.
>”Windy...I’m covering your shift at the signing booths, remember?”
>Your friend blushes furiously.
>”W-well, GOOD! I was just making sure…! Everything’s good right?”
>”Um...yeah. Wha-”
>”RIGHT. Me and a VIP are coming by to ask you something. Be there in a sec.”
>”A VIP? They’re all here signing though. Why don’t you just ask n-”
>”OVER AND OUT”
>She quickly snaps the radio off and drops it into her saddlebags before hiding her face in her hooves.
>You busy yourself playing with small cellar of sugar.
>If this goes much farther you’re going to crack a rib from not laughing.
“Um...so...should we go?”
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>Down in a conference room set up near the dealers’ hall you find rows and rows of booths set up like the vendors down the hall.
>Only here the ponies behind the tables are signing artwork or writings or clothes or whatever the milling crowd asks for.
>Some pose for instant photos and sign them for ponies while others simply scrawl their signature with a thick black marker on whatever’s at hoof.
>There’re ponies here representing a whole side of the Daring Do fandom that you’ve never really associated with.
>Artists, musicians, writers, toymakers, sculptors, every kind of creative mind you can think of.
>And you know these only represent those popular enough to be sought after for their autograph.
>It’s a bit mind blowing for you seeing just how intense ponies can get for the things they love.
>At one end of the hall you spot Hornshine standing near a stall, head swiveling to passively keep an eye on the room.
>Windy nudges your flank and you both quickly trot over to him.
>Hornshine grimaces at Windy as you approach but turns a smile on you.
>”Ah! Nice to see you, Rainbow Dash. So you’re our “VIP”, huh? You don’t look like last night left you any problems. Unlike SOME ponies.”

>>29052353
>A hoof to his ribs doubles him over wheezing as Windsong smiles fiercely at him.
>”Nice to see you too, HONEY.”
“Hi, Hornshine! You sound a little under the weather, yourself. Don’t overdo it, okay?”
>A laugh bubbles from your lips as you watch him try to maintain his composure.
>His voice comes out more hoarsely than is really necessary.
>”So, what can I do for you two fine ladies?”
>Windy nods in satisfaction.
>”Dash set up a dinner date with Anon and us. We need a table at the King’s Chamber tonight. I don’t think the time really matters. But we need it pronto.”
“Yeah, it came together really fast before I could think about it. I was hoping you guys could arrange something.”
>Hornshine shakes his head ruefully.
>”Sweet Luna, you two don’t ask for much, do you?”
>He finally straightens completely, though he still massages his bruised ribs.
>”Well, since it’s for you two...and a chance to meet Anon. Just a sec.”
>Hornshine walks a few paces away where it’s a bit quieter and starts talking into his walkie.
“Do you think it’ll work?”
>Windsong looks at you.
>”The reservation? Or convincing Anon that ponies aren’t bad people?”
>You’re not sure what you meant and shrug shaking your head.
>”Well, as to the first, Hornshine knows a lot of ponies. If anyone can get the res, it’s him. As for Anon...I really can’t say. You said he had issues. Can you tell us anything else yet?”
>You shake your head sadly.
“I actually forgot. We didn’t talk for long this morning. I left as soon as he agreed. I should’ve asked him some more stuff, but I was just happy he’d said yes, y’know?”
>She gives you that sidelong look again.
>”He DID say yes, right?”

>You look abashed.
>He did say it! He agreed! But what if…
“He said he’d come. But I’m not a hundred percent sure. Maybe I’d better talk to him again…”
>Hornshine trots past you heading toward a booth and waves a hoof to stop the two of you from following.
>He starts talking into the ear of one of the signing ponies.
>”Maybe you’d better. From what little I’ve already heard, he may not appreciate it if you’ve somehow...cornered him into it.”
>You hunch your shoulders.
>She lays a comforting hoof on your shoulder and looks at you.
>”It’s fine, Dash. Just talk to him. Try to maybe...listen a little?”
>You sigh and nod.
>Crap. You’d thought you had it all so nicely tied up.
>Hornshine comes walking back up with a smile on his face.
>”I’m so good, it’s scary sometimes.”
>Windsong brightens.
“You got us the reservation?”
>You and Windsong speak up quickly in perfect unison.
>His smile broadens.
>”Nope. I got one for tomorrow night.”
>You physically feel yourself deflating.
>”But I got Inkwell over there to switch his reservation with mine. For tonight!”
>You and Windsong stare at him dumbfounded.
>”It took some finagling, but a master of negotiation can alwaWHOA!”
>Windsong had dived into him carrying him to the ground in a hug.
>”You’re amazing!”
>He laughs and strokes her mane before giving her a quick squeeze and helps her get up with him.
“Wow! Seriously, Hornshine, you’re awesome! That took no time at all!”
>You laugh as Windsong continues to cling to him.
>”I get to meet Anonymoooooous!”
>Hornshine laughs with you at her obvious delight.

>”It’s no problem, Rainbow. It makes my marefriend happy, after all.”
>Windsong gives him another hug for that before looking at you seriously.
>”You still have to handle that other thing, Dash. Make sure he’s coming legit. You have to go talk to him.”
>You heave a sigh and nod despite Horny’s searching look.
“I know. I’ll make sure I get a hold of him. I better go. I’ll see you tonight.”
>You all make your goodbyes and you’re halfway out of the room before Windsong catches up and taps you on the back.
>”Oh, Dash! I forgot to mention. The King’s Chamber is a three hoof restaurant with a strict dress code. Make sure you wear something appropriate, okay?”
>She takes your speechless expression as confirmation and hurries back to Hornshine.
“....something...appropriate…”
>You have a strong feeling that you know what that means.
>You meander slowly out of the hall not looking where you’re going.
>Well...dresses aren’t THAT bad…
“Uuuughh!”
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>You scribble angrily at a piece of paper at the Concierge’s desk as the pony looks at you in mild concern.
>You’d made a quick trip up to your room to check your belongings, but you already knew you didn’t have anything appropriate for a fancy restaurant.
>You don’t have any time to spare. It’s time to bite the bullet.
[Hey girls! I’m still having a blast out here in Las Pegasus! I went to a radical party last night and won a competition for tickets to a big event here today. You can bet I’ll take the grand prize! Thanks for your last letter. I’m trying to take care of stuff while still doing everything the Con has to offer. Tonight I’m going to a fancy restaurant. The King’s Chamber. I have to wear something fancy to get in, so Rarity, I need some help. Can you send me something before tonight? I know it’s last minute, but I don’t have anything here. I’ll write more when I can. Stay awesome! -Rainbow Dash]

>>29052378
>You give the sealed letter to the concierge with the extra bits for an expedited courier.
>Hopefully Rarity will get back to you quickly.
>Magical mail is expensive, but sometimes worth it.
>You look at the clock above the reception desk.
>There’s still a few hours before the obstacle course.
>No putting it off any more.
>You flap your wings and sail slowly upward trying to think of what to say.
>You feel like a complete idiot.
>Why did you have to bully him into it like that?
“That wasn’t even the plan!”
>Other pegasi fly wide at the sight of you muttering to yourself.
>Well, you didn’t really HAVE a plan.
>You just saw an opening and went for it.
>But Windsong is right, that’s not the best way with this po-...human.
>You alight and raise your hoof, tapping on his door.
>The door quickly opens and you jump in surprise.
>The linen wrapped flanks of a housekeeping pony back out nearly running you over as the earth-pony employee drags a cart loaded with supplies out after her.
“Whoa! Hey, watch out!”
>The housekeeper merely looks at you as she rolls her cart ahead of her now.
“Hey! Wait!”
>You fly around quickly in front of her, watching past her as Anon’s door swings shut.
“Was there a...anyone home? In that room?”
>The mare heaves a sigh.
>”Nopony home, no. I hate VIP guests. He always has a Do Not Disturb sign out and we’re supposed to only come up to restock and turn down the room when he’s out. Now, please excuse me. My shift should’ve ended half an hour ago.”
>You swoop around in front again, earning yourself a tired, reproving look.
“Sorry, just one more thing. He didn’t check out, did he? The guy in that room?”
>The pony shrugs.
>”How should I know? ‘Scuse me, Miss.”

>>29052392
>A thought occurs to you.
>”LUGGAGE! Was there still luggage in the room?”
>Your yell behind her makes her pause for a moment.
>”Sorry, yeah. His stuff was still there. I didn’t think of it.”
>You thank the tired mare and wend your way back down to the Atrium.
“Where could he have gone?”
>He wasn’t at the signing booths, and his stock sold out almost as soon as he opened shop.
>You don’t have any other way of getting in touch with him.
“Just my luck. A hermit decides he wants to travel as soon as I want to find him.”
>You chuckle to yourself.
>Guess you’ll just have to check back later.
>A quick study of your booklet gives you a short list of panels you’d like to attend before the big event this afternoon.
>Even with all of that there should be plenty of time to find him this evening.
>You head back to the lower floors looking for the first one on your list.
>[History and Peoples of Tenochtitlan]
>A bit brainy, but you’ve picked up a small interest in history.
>Very small.
>But it might be cool to know the real history of the places so famous in A.K.’s books.
>After watching the admittedly interesting presentation (they had artifacts and relics of the ancient civilizations to examine), you move on to the next one.
>A panel by real archaeologists talking about the places they’re excavating.
>After that, a discussion about dungeoneering and how ancient traps and mechanics work.
>That one gives you a few ideas that may be useful in the upcoming game.
>Most interesting of all was the last one.
>A Q&A for scout ponies who’re paid under Royal charter to explore and document areas outside Equestrian influence.
>Nims waves at you from behind the guest speaker’s table and you wave back.
>You go up to talk to him afterward.
“Hey! I didn’t know you were a guest speaker!”
>You hoof his shoulder.
“How’d you end up working security?”

>>29052403
>He smiles sheepishly
>”They give free passes to ponies who come to speak at sponsored panels so I was here anyway, but then Windsong told me she was short hooved so I decided to lend one. That’s all.”
>You look at him with an extra measure of respect.
“So you knew her already? I guess you grew up around here with them and Amplitude?”
>He shakes his head emphatically.
>”Oh no, no. I’m from Rainbow Falls. No, I’ve just been coming to TenochtiCon since the first one back when I was a colt.”
>You smirk to yourself thinking he’s not very much older NOW.
>”Windsong’s been chief of security since the beginning, and you can’t come here every year like that and not get familiar with some of the staff.”
>You walk with him down the hallway chatting about the previous Cons.
>”Hey, you won the thing last night, right?”
>He checks a small watch strapped around his foreleg.
>”You’d better hurry if you want to participate.”
>You leap into the air in alarm.
>The panels had been so much fun you’d nearly forgotten!
“Thanks, Nims! See you later, I gotta fly!”
>You race down the hallway forgetting yourself enough to leave a rainbow trail careening around corners as you head for the escalators.
>You come to a sharp halt at the bottom and wind into the scrum of ponies trying to reach the Atrium.
>A few long seeming seconds of huffing and tapping your hoof impatiently as the stairs climb you up to the next floor and you take off running toward the rear patio.
>You dodge around other Con goers and leap through the big double doors out into the bright Las Pegasus afternoon.
>You pull your safari hat low to shield your eyes until they can adjust and finally look up to see something out of Pinkie Pie’s most wild dreams.
“A….awesome…”

>>29052409
>Beginning only a few feet away and towering over the patio stands a massive construct.
>Wooden beams and plywood panels shroud a pony made cave entrance that leads into the huge...thing.
>Huge bulges with gears and pulleys sticking out rear here and there, heavy booms with weighted sacks acting as counterbalance, even a working water-wheel that seems to be driving most of the mechanics.
>The construct rears high up at least two stories implying multiple floors inside, and your mind races with the possibilities of what might be found inside.
>A buzz of wondering conversation fills the air with quiet tension as the dozens of ponies who’ve come to watch jabber at each other, awestruck by the immense complexity of it.
>”Amazing sight, innit?”
>You clap your mouth shut with a click as the familiar accent whispers from entirely too close to your ear.
>You spring away into a hover and glare at the dark gray pony.
>Amplitude smiles widely showing every one of his brilliant white teeth as he sweeps a bow.
>”Lovely day for sport, eh Rainbow Dash?”
>You have to take a moment to absorb the flashy weirdo.
>His mane is still lime green, streaked with black and styled into spikes.
>You’re sure his finely cut clothing and neon yellow shades are designer brands.
“Don’t sneak up on ponies, Amp. That’s a good way to get a hoof to the face.”
>He only grins wider.
>”Sneaking? What an appalling slight upon my good name, Lady Dash! And besides, nopony would ever damage such a national treasure, even by reflex!”
>Your eyes roll so hard it almost hurts.
“So, you planning to go into that dungeon in that?”
>You gesture to his fancy duds.
>He starts and looks himself over quickly as if he had no idea what he was wearing.
>”Hmm...that’s...well, look at you! You’re still in your Daring Do costume!”

>>29052419
>You lift one of your lapels with a hoof.
“Oh, you mean this? You mean this safari outfit? This uniform of adventurers and dungeon crawlers?”
>He looks at you sourly and opens his mouth, but you cut him off with a smirk.
“Yeah, this comfortably loose, hard wearing fabric might be a real problem in there, Amp. Maybe I should get myself some nice flappy designer stuff, huh?”
>”Alright, alright!”
>The DJ flaps a hoof at you with his nose up.
>”I daresay you look a sight better than me in anything, my dear. A pony like you can dress all for function and end up setting fashion trends to shake Manehattan by days end, I expect.”
>He eyes you sideways and then gives you a roguish wink.
>”Perhaps later you’d like to give me a lesson on dressing properly…”
>You sigh and smile, shaking your head.
>Off balance for all of two seconds. He doesn’t ruffle easily.
>”Contestants, this way please! Clear the way for the Contestants! Present your ticket to the security pony near the entrance, please!”
>You and Amp both turn to look.
“No way…”
>There must be fifty ponies queuing up for the course.
“Fifty ponies? And only one winner? This can’t be right. There’s too many!”
>Amp turns to you with the characteristic twinkle blazing behind his shades.
>”Ten more than last year, love. One winner and no pony made it all the way through.”
>You look at him and land to ask quietly as the two of you approach the line.
“Have you done this before? Do you know anything?”
>He gives you another sideways look.
>”Nnnooo, I haven’t. I wish I could tell you. But all I’ve heard is that it’s not that the dungeon they build is long exactly. It’s that they’re devious tricky. You’ll see.”
>Thanks to your conversation, you and Amp are among the last to get your numbers in exchange for your tickets.
>After everypony has one, the security pony touches a crystal hanging around his throat, and his voice echoes out magically amplified.

>>29052424
>”All contestants and spectators, welcome to the eighth annual TenochtiCon Dungeon Trial! Each contestant will enter the dungeon by the front entrance and proceed as far as they can. Progress will be monitored by a panel of judges and shown via crystal projection on the screens to the side of the dungeon. Contestants waiting for their turn must do so in a waiting room just inside the resort where they cannot view or hear the proceedings. The contestant who achieves the greatest progress toward their goal will receive prepass tickets to next year’s convention, a full suite with amenities for next year’s Con, and a voucher for any item or group of items from the dealers’ hall valuing up to fifty bits, all courtesy of the TenochtiCon Convention Board, and Fluxor Resort and Wellness Spa! All contestants other than contestant one please follow the security pony near the doors to the resort back to the waiting room for your turn. And thank you all for attending the eighth annual TenochtiCon!”
>His long pronouncement is met by deafening cheers and cries as the huge huddle of contestants flows around you back towards the doors.
>You nudge Amp who’s staring at the construct with a shrewd look on his face and you both turn to go.
>You sigh inwardly as you enter the comfortably appointed waiting room.
“Fifty contestants, and I’m number forty seven! If I was earlier I could at least watch the rest do the trial.”
>Amplitude walks past you to grab a skewer with a cookie in his teeth and hold it under the fall of a chocolate fountain.
>”That’s how the cookie crumbles, my dear.”
>He punctuates that by snapping the chocolate coated munchy into his mouth.
>”Something tells me it won’t be so bad as all that, however.”
>You eye him again as he goes up and down the snack table.
>Just what does he know?
>Windsong would probably give a bugbear insider information before Amplitude, but he keeps making those comments.

>>29052440
>You shrug and shake yourself.
>He’s a local. He probably has just been to the Con for years now, and has just watched the events even if he’s never participated before.
>You settle into a plush leather chair to wait for your turn.
>Amplitude was right.
>You hate to admit it, but the contestants get called rather quickly.
>Anypony else might call the speed of new contestants being called ‘nerve wracking’.
>But not you.
>Twenty contestants in just under an hour.
>The first half dozen or so went in no time at all.
>But you’re not nervous.
>Why should you be?
>You get a surprise as contestant twenty-five gets called and Amp stands up and stretches.
>”Wish me luck, love! I’m off!”
>He waves his #25 card under your nose before walking out with a smirk.
>You sit there fuming.
>The jerk must’ve traded with somepony else too nervous to go.
“Wish I’d thought of that…”
>But there’s no point doing it now. Not when he did it first, anyway.
>The wait was intolerable.
>Finally, after nearly a whole other hour, you’re next.
>You run your hooves over the arms of your chair in the deathly quiet room.
>The tick of the clock’s second hand seems to come more and more slowly as time goes by.
>You can barely hear the breathing of the other three ponies who all look like they’re trying to merge with the furniture beneath them.
>The door opens.
>”Number Forty-Sev-”
“THAT’S ME”
>You shoot into the air with your hoof raised and practically scream at the pony.
>His eyes go wide and and you quickly land and run your hoof over your mane.
“I mean...that’s me…I’m forty-seven.”

>>29052447
>You hoof him your card, and he nods silently turning to lead you out.
>There must have been some kind of spell on the doors, because as soon as you cross the threshold into the hallway you’re nearly knocked flat by the clamor from outside.
>As you follow the security pony out into the sunlight, you gaze around open-mouthed at the cheering, talking, yelling, excited crowd.
>Here and there as you approach the dungeon entrance you can spot a contestant from earlier.
>There’s one looking angry.
>Another with a broad stripe of red paint across his face.
>Amplitude coated nose to hoof in green slime of some kind.
>Each one you spot seems to be halfway caught between annoyance, and excitement.
>”Please empty your pockets and leave your saddlebags here with me. They’ll be returned to you after you complete your trial. Continue through the course to obtain the artifact until you are either marked with red paint, or expelled from the course entirely. Good luck.”
>You quickly comply and adjust your hat to give an air of rakish confidence.
>At least the wait is over, time to DO this!
>”Contestant Forty-Seven, are you ready?”
>The magically amplified voice echoes over the ebullient crowd.
“READY!”
>You yell defiantly as you ready yourself to dash inside.
>”BEGIN!”
>You hurl yourself into the entrance and gasp as two heavy wooden slabs slam shut behind you and all the noise of the patio vanishes in an instant.

>>29052460
>Looking around the dimly lit entrance room, you see three paths leading off.
>The left one goes up a stair.
>Forward and right twist out of sight quickly.
>You mentally apologize to the waiting ponies inside, but you’re not about to rush this when there’s no time limit.
>You look between your options musingly.
>You don’t want to go up yet, and center just doesn’t seem like a good choice.
“Right it is, then.”
>You carefully enter the right hallway and curve around a corner until you enter a medium sized room.
>Fairly obviously, the walls and ceiling are covered in what look like foam spikes tipped in red paint.
>One step into the circular room and the floor begins to rotate and rock in crazy directions.
>Your hooves skitter and slip you towards a spiked wall before you get enough purchase to spring into the air and flare your wings.
>You remember just in time to keep from flying up into the ceiling spikes, and you just hover there a moment watching the bucking floor and calming your heart rate.
“This is no joke.”
>You see how so many ponies got eliminated so quickly.
>A fierce smile crosses your face.
>There were only a hoof full of pegasi contestants.
>Nopony can complain if you maximize your advantage.
>You angle your wings and flap to move across the room only to be sent spinning sideways by a sudden blast of air.
>You halt your flipping slide sideways just before you hit the spikes only to be buffeted back the other way by another explosive gust.
“Gyah! Come...ON!”
>You move your wings with all the skill you can muster.
>Blasts of air come from every direction one after the other sometimes crossing to spin you, sometimes hurling you one way or the other.
>Several times you only barely manage to tuck in a limb before it can touch the spikes.

>>29052464
>Slowly you start to understand the air movements and start using each one to advance you before bracing against the next.
>You make it to the entrance to the hallway at the end of the room and settle back to your hooves with a grateful sigh.
>A very slight click is your only warning.
>All six of your limbs fling out wide as a trap door drops out from under your hooves.
>Just as your hooves barely cling to the outside edge of the chute leading down to what looks like a pool of slime below the construct filled with foam ‘gators’ a heavy weight thumps onto your back.
>A heavy sack filled with what feels like flour dropped out of a niche in the ceiling to ensure whoever tripped it falls in.
>Your muscles strain and sweat pours down your face as you struggle to hang on to your tentative grasp at the edges.
“Wingpower, don’t fail me now!”
>You give your wings a heavy pump and flail with your forehooves as you shoot forward a few feet.
>You scramble at the edge as the sack slides off your back and hangs by an attached rope.
>With a grunt of effort you haul yourself out of the pit trap and flop onto the floor of the hallway gasping for breath.
“For...for Celestia’s sake! This is insane!”
>Beyond where you lay panting lies a circular room.
>In its center stands a wooden altar with a golden key standing on end on top of it.
>Aside from that the room seems completely innocuous.
“Sure. Like I’m gonna believe that.”
>You roll onto your stomach and stand to your hooves.
>A more thorough glance around the room doesn’t give you any further insight.
>No markings, symbols, trip cords, switches...nothing.
>You sigh loudly.
“Guess I just go for it, then.”
>You walk into the room with a gingerly step and a look of intense focus.
>Nothing happens.
>You take another few steps toward the altar.
>Still nothing.

>>29052470
>Giving in to paranoia, you circle around the altar and approach from the other side.
>The nothingness is starting to seriously creep you out.
>Finally, becoming frustrated with yourself, you walk straight up to the altar and snatch the key, looking around sharply for any signs of...anything.
>Nothing.
“Oooookay-”
*SHWACK*
>The noise heralds the room becoming a blur of flying ‘death’.
>Thin foam disks whip into the room from every possible direction spinning in the direction of the altar.
“GYAAAAAAAH IT’S VOICE ACTIVATED???”
>You yell and jump, weave and dodge.
>You buffet some of the light foam disks away with puffs of air from your wings, and dive around like a drop of water on a hot griddle.
>After what feels like a decade the torrent of disks stop flying and you lay stretched out panting quietly on the floor again.
>Careful to avoid the paint-edged disks, you crawl like a mouse in a dream across the floor toward the hallway thinking incredibly quiet thoughts.
>Still unwilling to risk a noise, you leap over the pit trap and fight your way across the spinning floored air blast room and back to the entrance.
>You collapse bonelessly onto your back, chest heaving for air.
>A smile tugs at your mouth as you hold up your prize for a moment.
“...got a key...ugh…”
>Ignoring your already protesting muscles, you clamber to your hooves.
>You remember making noise aloud in here, so it should be safe.
“Okay. I got the key. Now which way?”
>Still reluctant to go up the stairs, you go down the center hallway and curve around to…
>A door.
>You rummage excitedly for your key before you notice that the door handle is painted blue.
>With a queasy feeling in your stomach you try the gold key in the lock.
>On the up side, nothing happened.
>On the down side, that includes opening the door.
>You grunt in frustration and pocket the key.
“Upstairs it is, then.”

>>29052474
>You quickly return to the fork and glance up the staircase.
>It looks sinisterly normal.
>It’s starting to look like you aren’t going to see any of these traps before they’re sprung.
>The ponies in charge are pretty good at this game, you grudgingly admit.
>The stairwell is too small for you to extend your wings, and the stairs too high for you to do a wing assisted jump.
“A coincidence, I’ll bet.”
>You roll your eyes and sigh again.
>You start trotting up the stairs.
>Listening with all your might you’re just able to hear the click as you reach halfway up the stairs.
>It doesn’t help much.
>The stairs flatten into a very steep, smooth slide as a panel flips up at the bottom revealing a thick snarl of red tipped spikes.
>You scramble for footing on the slide as your wings try to snap out and bump against the walls.
>The inability to open your wings strikes a stab of panic at you, but you’ve trained for moments like these.
>A thought suddenly comes to you as you begin to slide down.
>You plant your hooves flatly on the slide allowing yourself to whoosh back a few feet, but enough to let you spring up off of it.
>You grunt as your back hits the ceiling nearly knocking the wind out of you, but you keep it together enough to hurl your hooves and wings out sideways into the walls of the stairwell.
>Hanging there suspended from the walls, you catch your breath for a moment trying to figure out your next move.
>A second, louder click sounds and the slide folds out back into stairs.
>Muscles in your limbs start to shake with effort as you ponder your situation.
>You think you remember which stair is the trick one…
>After taking a deep breath you hurl yourself forward again, curling your body for as much distance as possible.
>You flail forward and up scrambling up the steps with a mad strength as soon as you land.
>With a flop and a groan you roll past the top step and find yourself laying on the floor again.
>This seems to be a trend today.

>>29052479
>Refusing to give in to your building exhaustion, you roll to your hooves and straighten up.
>You adjust your hat and look into the room ahead.
“Well, at least this is normal...hmm…”
>The room has an octagonal shape and a floor of tiles with various symbols carved on them between you and the altar with a blue key standing up from it.
>A similar trap is one of the more recognized from the books, but…
>At the same time with everything else you’ve seen, that seems way too obvious.
>You look at the symbol carved floor tiles.
>The symbols are nothing you’ve ever seen before.
>Some repeat here and there, others don’t seem to have a double on the floor at all.
>Looking at the ones with no copy, they don’t seem to provide any path to the altar specifically.
>You flex your wings hesitantly.
>Traps so far have been designed specifically to counter pegasi.
>You don’t know what to do.
>It all makes you wonder if there’s some counter to teleporting too.
>You shake your head.
>Letting your mind wander won’t help anything.
>It’s frustrating how often you’re reduced to just letting loose and dealing with what comes.
>You take several deep breaths and slowly flap into the air.
>Looking around furtively, you ease across the room to the altar.
“So far, so good.”
>A gasp wracks your body as you clap a hoof to your mouth remembering the sound trap, but nothing happens.
>You slowly let out your breath and reach for the key as sweat runs down your face.
>You stop suddenly just as your hoof touches the key.
>There’s a small switch under it.
>But the only thing in your pockets is another key!
>You growl loudly at the altar.
>Gritting your teeth you flap around to the back of the altar.
>You poise your hooves around the key and gather your strength, taking long, steady breaths.
“NOW!”

>>29052489
>You tear at the air with your wings as you snatch the key off the altar.
>Hundreds of tiny ‘pft’ sounds fill the room as little pellets fire from the walls in all directions.
>Your mouth stretches in a wordless cry of defiance as you haul the key as hard as you can fly towards the hallway.
>Your speed of movement is the only thing that saves you.
>All the pellets were trained on the altar and fired that direction, but you’d vacated that space as quickly as possible.
>You plunge into the stairwell still yelling and pull your wings in.
>Rolling down the first few stairs, you activate the trick stair and swiftly slide down.
>Planting your hind hooves at the last second to propel you tail over ears back into the entrance room over the spikes, you painfully tumble up against a wall.
>You climb shakily to your hooves and stare at your new blue key.
>How many ponies could’ve made it this far?
>Maybe there’s some other way to stop the traps?
>No time to think of that right now.
>Every part of you feels strained and slightly bruised.
>You lift your hat and wipe at your face with the back of a hoof.
>Can’t be much more...maybe you can make it to the end?
>You trudge down the center hallway and stick the blue key in its lock.
>Gathering yourself as much as possible you strain your eyes and ears again for any sign of problems as you turn the key and push the door open.
>Your breath eeks out of you as nothing happens and you see only another short length of hallway before another door with a gold painted handle.
>You enter the closet sized space warily.
>The gold key slides into place as easily as the blue, and you can’t help but to hold your breath again.
>The door clicks open and swings wide showing another fun room.
>A wide hallway stands between you and another open doorway.
>In between are a number of swinging foam blades all edged in red paint swinging wildly at different rates.

>>29052496
>You watch carefully and quickly spring forward a few feet at a time.
>Careful of your tail, you dance along the hallway timing each jump as nearly as you can to ensure the next comes before you get hit.
>It takes careful timing and maneuvering, but this is no harder than completing any normal obstacle course though you are careful to watch for any signs of greater danger.
>You leap past the last swinging ‘blade’ with alacrity at the last possible instant, and turn to look at the blade trap.
>That one wasn’t so bad.
>You carefully tip-hoof around an s-curve hall and peek into the room beyond.
>Breath catches in your throat as your eyes widen.
>You have to appreciate the sheer effort put into this thing.
“Whoa…”
>Several skeletons, made of what looks like craft foam, and carrying foam weapons march around the room animated by some kind of magic.
>The shimmery, colorful aura around them is proof of that.
>You grin at the look of one of the skeletons.
>A pegasus, with wing bones folded neatly.
>This is pretty cool.
>Across the room on a tall stone plinth sits a replica of the Sapphire Statue.
>You’d seen similar ones in the dealers’ hall, but none so big.
>This one has to be a one to one scale!
>You’re sure it isn’t real sapphire, but it’s still pretty amazing looking.
>Is this the last obstacle?
>You size up the six pony skeletons.
>Spooky, but nothing to worry about.
>And since they’re not ponies in costume nopony will care if you go all out.
>You rub your hooves together in anticipation.
>This dungeon has been pretty harsh…

>>29052503
“Time to work off some frustration, YAAAAAAAH!”
>You charge into the room yelling like mad.
>The skeletons immediately turn your way and rush in waving their foam weapons.
>You skid around and plant a hard buck into the chest of an earth pony skeleton with a foam sword in his teeth.
>The bones explode away from your powerful double kick with a satisfying clatter.
>You jump, kick, roll, chop, dive, and kick some more!
>The skeletal guards don’t stand a chance.
“HaaaaaAH!”
>The last boney guard falls to pieces when you uppercut its skull off as you rise into the air from under him and twist around a few times.
>You huff a breath through your nose at the piles around the room as you watch closely to make sure that they aren’t getting back up.
>That felt surprisingly good.
“Just what the doctor ordered.”
>You eye the statue on its plinth.
>It sits there benignly gleaming in the dim light of the room.
>There’s no way this is it.
>It can NOT be as simple as grabbing it.
>You study the statue and look around it and the room trying to figure out how it might be trapped.
>Nothing leaps out at you.
>You wonder how long you’ve been in here.
>It feels like forever, but you’re sure it hasn’t been all that long.
“Grah! Why can’t I see it?”
>You walk around the plinth carefully.
“Maybe another snatch and run...hmm…”
>You tap a hoof thoughtfully on the floor wishing you had some other pony to bounce ideas off of.

>>29052505
>A deep sigh wells up as you roll your eyes.
>You’re gonna have to leave it up to reflexes and luck again.
>Just how many of these traps can honestly be avoided?
>No use worrying about it.
>You flap up above the plinth and ready your hooves to swipe the statue.
>As before, you take a few long, steadying breaths.
“GYAH!”
>You whip your hooves over and yank the statue off with everything you can muster.
>The statue and your hooves barely clear the plinth when a square of four foam blades crashes down around it faster than you can blink.
>Your hooves tingle with their close passage as your eyes widen.
“A Sun forsaken GUILLOTINE?!”
>It doesn’t matter that it’s foam!
“These ponies are completely crazy! Comple-”
*click*
>Your body lunges into motion towards the hallway as the room behind you fills with whizzing pellets.
>You yell your lungs out as you swoop into the hallways and gallop back up their length to the entrance room
>Not daring to stop you continue onward, clutching the statue tightly under your wing.
>You reach the big double doors and hammer on them with your hooves.
“Lemme out! I got it! I GOT THE STATUE!”
>The doors crack open and you waste no time.
>You dive out between them and roll to a stop clapping your hooves over your ears as a head splitting roar of noise assaults you.
>Staring around and spinning defensively, you suddenly realize that the noise is the crowd going absolutely ballistic.
>You’d completely forgotten about them.
>Ponies scream and clamor in cheering adulation as the announcer pony steps up to throw a hoof over your shoulders and gesture for you across the assembled crowd.
>Everypony is going completely nuts!
>The spectators, the other contestants, even Amplitude!
>”Wow! What a performance! Everypony give it up for contestant forty-seven!”
>As if they needed any encouragement.
>You laugh out loud triumphantly as you hold the statue up over your head.

>>29052513
>At his direction, you gather your stuff from the announcer pony and make your way down into the crowd.
>You make your way toward the back as Amp falls in beside you while you give hoof bumps and bathe in the wash of happy ponys’ congratulations.
>”Hey, Dash! Really well done! You were the very best so far, I swear.”
>You look at him questioningly.
>”No lies, my dear. Two others reached the Sapphire Statue so far, but neither got past the guillotine or the pellets. I’m still amazed YOU did.”
>You smile at him tiredly.
“Well, it wasn’t all that bad. By that point I’d dealt with sudden blades and pellets already.”
>He grins at your affected modesty.
>”Of course, of course. No trouble at all. Surely not.”
>You thump his shoulder.
“I’m going back to the waiting room. I need...want a place to sit down for a bit.”
>He looks you over a moment.
>”Sure, sure. Come this way. They have a separate room for that. The screen isn’t as big, but it has facilities to clean up and such. Over here.”
>You follow the party pony into the small room with a bathroom and another refreshment table near a small screen that shows contestant forty-eight getting ready to enter the trial.
>You get into the bathroom making sure to securely lock the door and jump in the shower.
>The hot water makes you feel much better even if you still feel extremely tired.
>Toweling off, you hop out of the tub opting not to put your sweaty costume back on.
>You bundle it up and stuff it into a saddle bag before going back out.
>Despite your suspicions Amplitude is no longer in the room.
>Seems like everypony has gone out to watch the bigger screens in the crowd.
>You rest in a plush chair and watch contestant fifty slowly creep down a hallway.
“Watch out for the...trap door…”

>>29052517
>You smile to yourself as the unicorn mare tumbles down into the pool of slimy green goop.
>Remembering Amplitude wearing a similar coating makes your smile even bigger..
>The announcer’s voice comes through the crystal projector tinny and thin, but clear.
>”Alright folks, you know what that means! We have our winner!”
>You jump up and gallop out the door and down the hallway.
>The doors burst open ahead of you letting you back out into the sun just as the announcer finishes saying your number..
>Another huge swell of noise breaks over you as the crowd makes way for you to the dais in front of the entrance.
>”Contestant Forty-Seven! May I have your name?”
“Name’s Rainbow Dash!”
>”Well done, Rainbow Dash! You are our winner for the eighth annual TenochtiCon Dungeon Trial!”
>The announcer hoofs you an embossed brass plaque and a certificate before gesturing for you to hold them up.
>You oblige him and smile huge for all the flashing cameras.
>It always amazes you how a cheering crowd can fill you with energy.
>You hoist the plaque up high and yell your excitement back at the crowd.
>After a long period of photos and hoof shakes, and even an interview for the TenochtiCon newsletter, you tiredly make your way back into the hotel.
>Amp had excused himself after walking you back inside saying something about promising to tell Windsong what had gone down.
>You slog towards the elevators. No need to fly at the moment.
>What you really need is a nap, but you have so much to do.
>You still have to talk to Anon, and you have to work out something to wear tonight.

>>29052523
>A wide yawn makes your jaws click as you ride the delightfully gentle elevator up to your floor.
>You walk into your room and dump your saddlebags and key on the floor.
>Falling into your bed, it takes everything you have to fumble the receiver off the phone on the bedside table
>”Front desk! How may we be of service, Miss Dash?”
>Are all reception ponies so chipper?
“I need a wake up call. Two hours.”
>”Certainly. We will call you to wake up in two hours. Is there anything else, Miss Dash?”
“Mrf.”
>You hang up the phone and let sleep wash over you.

More to come. Thanks for reading! Comments and criticisms are greatly appreciated!

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>>29050817
Thank you, RiggyRag, I like it! Although to be honest I like even more how >>29051766 turned out, it looks amazing.

>>29052529
Great update, Rosen. It was much longer than usual and I usually like shorter updates, but it was really good, I enjoyed it a lot. Not much else to say, keep it up!

>>29052529
This was exciting.
Loved it!

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>>29051766
Hey, I hope you don't mind, I did a quick edit of your drawing to color it.

>>29052529
this was great Rosen keep it up

>>29053152
Aww thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it!
>>29051948
Good to know I hit the mark! This drawing was a real challenge for some reason.

I'll draw another request tonight. Anybody have one for me? I'm up for anything.

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>>29054501
wut

>>29054382
I actually didn't see this before. I love it! It looks wonderful! Thank you so much, Anon!

If you have a request, just let me know!

>>29053490

It's the same with Rarity for most of the fandom. People don't like a personality from someone that is strong and full of ambition. It reminds them of what they'll never be or never have. Funny to think about.

>>29054398

Do you have a request for a story you want to see? You're giving so much so maybe I can give back. Won't promise it'll be perfect or amazing or anything.

>>29054692
Don't undermine yourself Anon! Whatever it is you make, it'll have a little something that only you can bring to it.

How about a cute little story about an old Hearth's Warming gift Rainbow Dash loves from her childhood? I'll let you decide the specifics. That would be nice to see!

>>29054501
Well, she did try to stop winter...kinda like stealing Christmas.

>>29053152
>>29053991
>>29054389
I'm glad you enjoyed it!

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>>29054969
Dash is such a cute mare.

I'd want to fly with her.

I've just finished a HUGE final assignment and am happy to say I can draw a bit early tonight. If there aren't any requests I'll figure something out! If you've got one just let me know.

>>29054779
I just read your monster of an update. Keep up the good work Rosen! I look forward to your green!

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>>29054978
Requesting green of Rainbow teaching Anon the joys of flight after some sort of magical involvement making him a Pegasus pony

>>29055966
>tf
how about hes just given temporary wings or something instead

yuck

>>29055969
Or he can just temporarily be a pegasus.

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>>29055950
What about Rainbow giving a present to Scootaloo? Or Scootaloo giving a present to Rainbow. Or both of them giving a present to each other. Something something presents would be nice.

>>29055966
seconding

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>>28996664
>The dirt felt smooth and fine beneath your hooves and the wind was light and refreshing, carrying a sweet scent from the village you had left in your wake.
>While armor felt heavy and cumbersome to most, the cold embrace of the steel gave you a sense of comfort you rarely felt elsewhere.
>The shifting weight of the worn longsword strapped to your back gave you a feeling of security, as if you could take on the whole world, just you and your sword.
>Life wasn't all comforts though, comfort only dulls ambition.
>You hated long walks like these, and this was the longest one you'd had the strength for in a while.
>You had only walked for a mile or so, and if that eccentric stallion was correct you still had many more to go.
>Watching the world flow by you, a seamless mess of chaos mixed in with the seemingly endless fields of grass on either side became boring very quickly.
>Risking boredom-induced insanity, you were forced to turn to the confines of your own mind for entertainment.
>This was the source of your hatred for long walks.
>"Why did you leave that nice village behind?"
>It had already started, much quicker this time than usual.
>"They were nice ponies, they healed you and armed you, free of charge."
>"Why did you abandon them? What were you afraid of?"
'............'
>"Surely you weren't afraid of the Changlings, you don't even think they're going to come. So what was it then?"
'You talk too much. You're always sulking around, just leave me alone.'
>"Oh, I see! You weren't afraid of them, you were afraid of yourself, weren't you?"
'I said to shut up.'
>"Remember Dashie, you can't hide those sneaky little thoughts from me. I made all of them in the first place!"
>"You're afraid of yourself, I see now. If you can't find some "bad guy" to hack up, who's to say you wont turn on those poor villagers, right?"
'............'

>>29056820
>"You've already taken yourself past being a simple pony, so why wouldn't you? What do you even do besides kill other creatures? If those ponies knew what you've done in your illustrious career so far, they'd drive you away with pitchforks and torches."
>"But you don't really care about that, do you? After all, what kind of a monster cares about the ponies it devours?"
'What?'
>"Don't play dumb, you already know it well. I make the thoughts, but you're the one who entertains them. You're a monster. You don't deserve to call yourself a pony any longer."
>"What type of simple pony strives only to mow down those in the way of a paycheck? What type of pony only ever feels good when they've got at least an arrow or two in their body, or when they're chopping through another herd of creatures?"
'Shut up already! You never just shut up!'
>"Of course not. I'll be here as long as you are. After all, I am your only friend. It takes a monster to keep a monster company after all."
"I SAID SHUT UP!!"
>The lone shout travels through the valley, your rage echoing endlessly off your surroundings.
>Scoffing, you swallow your wild feelings and trudge onwards to your destination.
>You try to entertain other thoughts to pass the time, but you can still feel "it" in your mind, licking at their edges like a flame.
>Even insanity was a better fate than that, so you turned back to the valley.
>After walking for what seemed like hours and loosing count of the birds that flew over head once you reached the hundreds, you decide to give your weary legs a short rest.
>You spy a small hill in the distance and decide its peak looks like as good a spot as any to rest your tired body.
>Making the short climb to the top, you drop to the floor with a dull thud, drowned out by the rambling of your armor shifting.
>The rest feels good on your hooves, and your back was beginning to ache from all the walking.

>>29056834
>You flop on to your back, resting your head on both forelegs as you stare up into the nearly empty sky.
>The sun had already started descending from its usual place above, and a few lonely stars were coming out for their nightly performance.
>All of them seemed to exist in groups, save for a single star.
>It hovered right above you, completely alone in the growing darkness.
>Its glow seemed much dimmer than the others, simply existing amongst its brethren.
>You could only chuckle at the star and its well placed irony as you sat up, relieving your back from the armor digging into your skin.
>As you sat up however, you could see a distant glow in the dusk air, painting the surrounding grass a shade of orange.
>It looked to be....
>....a fire.
>Staining your eyes, you can barely make out a roaring fire, surrounded by a hazy number of ponies.
>It could be deer or Changlings though, it was too far away for your tired eyes to tell.
>You make your way back down the hill, crossing over the path and cutting through the thick fields of grass towards the light.
>The lengthy blades block your path, desperately clinging to you legs, hindering each step as you press on to the fire, drawn to it like a moth.
>You try to peer over the eye level grass, shakily navigating to the flame through the growing darkness.
>As you grow closer, faint voices can be heard over the swaying sea of flora and the crackle of dry wood consumed by the heat.
>You duck down, lowering your head beneath the grass and looking through the tiny gaps as you approach the group around the fire.
>They had managed to create a clearing, a wide circle of dirt marking their camp, surrounded by the army of grass.
>You counted ten stallions sitting around the fire, each watching in amusement as one began to play some sort of instrument.
>Their coats were all bare, but you could easily make out a few pieces of armor scattered around the encampment, most joined by a sheathed sword or bow.

>>29056849
>You were still assessing the group when a dark grey stallion stepped into view, calling the attention of the group.
>That was him.
>That was stallion who attacked you in the woods, you were sure of it.
>You were angry with yourself that you hadn't noticed it before, but this is clearly the group of ponies you were looking for.
>The one you set out to kill.
>A wild grin splits across your face as you begin to formulate a game plan, though those don't usually make it past the "attack" step.
>You make a move to grab your sword, but immediately cringe as your movement generates a loud sway of the grass.
>Everypony in the circle suddenly freezes, all eyes trained on your position.
>You can hardly pay attention to them any longer with the feeling rushing through your body.
>Your sword made a glorious noise as it slid out of its sheath, the kind of sound that only becons violence.
>The urge to fight was coursing through every fiber of your being, swelling in your mind.
>It had been so long, over a week now.
>Everypony was already on their hooves, slinking over to their respective weapons as they listen to the grass, watching for any movement.
>Times like these were what you loved the most.
>It was too similar to a wolf stalking his prey, the inescapable urge to rip into the unsuspecting creatures just within the glow of the fire was the only thing holding you up right now.
>There were no complex worries to think about, just survival and swinging your sword around.
>It seemed to be the only thing you were ever good at, and you relished every second of it.
>After retrieving his sword from his pile, a scrawny looking pegusus lifts slowly into the air, peering over the tall grass.

>>29056860
>You anxiously grip your own blade in your hoof, lowering your haunches to spring forward.
>"I dunno boss, I can't see anyt-"
>You couldn't wait any longer.
>Every muscle in you was on fire, just begging to move.
>You could even feel yourself licking your lips, eager to attack.
>All this burning need manifests itself into an ear piercing roar, erupting from your throat as you launch into the air.
>The midair stallion is caught completely off guard, even dropping his sword in terror as you lift into the air, almost too fast to see.
>You easily ram your shoulder into his defenseless midsection, a cocktail of fluids spewing out of his mouth as you hit his stomach like a brick wall.
>The two of you arch through the air as you push him forward, spinning a full ninety degrees.
>You let go of the paralysed stallion, letting him drop straight to the floor with a dull thud as you continue to spin through the air.
>Your hooves contact the floor fluidly, giving way for your perfectly executed roll.
>By the time you're back on your hooves with your sword in hoof, none of the ponies had even had the chance to move other than the unfortunate victim of your first attack who was now laying on the floor motionless.
>You were at the other edge of their circle now, all of your combatants clamoring for their weapons in shock.
>The leader of the group tries to open his mouth, but you've already given them too much time to prepare.
>You shot forward like a bullet, rearing your forelegs upwards and cocking your sword back on your shoulder, gripping the pommel feverishly.
>As you approach the first of the group you execute a wide overhead slash, slicing through his cheek and barrel in one clean movement.
>His howls of pain rip through the night as he blindly flails his club toward your head, blood spurting from his wound.
>Your guard easily blocks the attack, giving you a perfect shot at his throat.
>You thrust your blade forward, piercing the soft skin and tendons.

>>29056868
>He immediately drops to the floor, attempting to move for a few seconds before falling silent.
>The entire group looks on at their two fallen comrades in silent shock before fixating their eyes upon you, full of terror and anger.
>Your once clean armor was already bloodsoaked, but your lust for the stuff was still unending.
>Finally coming to their senses the group of ponies attacks, weapons held high with their bravado hanging on their numbers.
>They all rush your position, filling in any path of escape with more bodies for you to cut through.
>Deciding to start on the right side, you drop your sword into a mid guard and charge forward, closing the distance between you and your attackers.
>Everything was a haze to you now, but it all felt so natural, so clear at the same time.
>You could barely make out the stallion making a wide swing down on your head, but you could counter attack perfectly.
>You thrust your blade through his reared-up body like paper, the thin metal sliding straight through his coat.
>Before the stallion can even begin to collapse on you, you shift your weight against your sword, jutting it to the left.
>The false edge makes a jagged cut through his body, slicing out to his side, a cascade of red liquid following.
>You put all your force into a horizontal swing, ramming your sword into the nearest stallion.
>It hits his helmet with a metallic resonance, dropping him to the floor in a torrent of yelps and screams while clutching his ear.
>You felt completely invincible now with these two stallions crumpled at your hooves, none of these ponies could even touch you.
>The fear of death had long since been suppressed in your mind.
>An arrow whizzes by your chest, scratching against your armor as it flies past.
>The bowman responsible stands behind the fire, readying another shot.

>>29056880
>You focus your attention on him, darting beneath the angry swing of a short sword, aiming straight for the roaring fire.
>Archers were the bane of any swordsman, it was too difficult to focus on your attackers while dodging arrows.
>A stallion brandishing a rather large battle axe blocks your path around the fire, but you were already moving too fast to stop.
>Tucking your hooves beneath you, you dive straight into the fire, planting your hooves on the roaring embers.
>The flames lick at your legs, consuming anything they can grasp.
>The heat was nothing compared to what was in your mind as you lept through the flames, so their affect did little to hinder you.
>Pushing off the fire you slam into the panicked archer, landing on his muzzle with your sword.
>The both of you went to the floor, and you manage to land on your stomach with your sword tucked underneath you.
>You can hear the heavy hoofsteps of a stallion behind you, and the grunt escaping his lips as he swings his heavy axe.
>You quickly roll over to your back, letting your sword pull you through the motion as you spin.
>The heavy axehead thuds into the ground right where your head was less than a second before, burying itself entirely.
>The tip of your blade slices right through the stallion's throat, propelled by your movement.
>He immediately drops the axe, clutching his throat with a gut-wrenching gurgle as he staggers backwards.
>You stand from the floor, much slower this time as the sweat drips from your forehead.
>Your body burns with a conflicting mixture of exhaustion and ambition, but it was far too late to give up.
>You had already hacked your way through six of the group, there were only four timid ponies left now.
>The quivering group looks on with terror as you raise your sword, cackling while you point it directly at them.
"So, which one of you is next? I don't really feel like stopping quite yet."

>>29056887
>The leader of the group bares his teeth, lifting his polearm and charging.
>"Monster! We'll kill you!"
>Filled with bravado and wanton bloodlust, you throw your sword to the floor, disarming yourself voluntarily.
>The stallion thrusts his spear at your chest, the sharp tip barely discernable in the night time air.
>A small tinge of fear shoots up your spine as the metal slashes through your skin, only giving you a short second to move out of danger.
>You dodge to the side, grabbing the extended wooden staff and driving your knee through it, shattering the worn wood.
>The front half has a familiar weight in your hoof as you turn to the paralyzed stallion, another powerful roar bursting from your lungs.
>You drive the shining tip into the barrel of his chest, digging the pole in up to your hoof.
>The stallion gasps for a moment, slumping against you as the blood begins to fall from the gaping wound.
>You grimace in disgust, letting the pony fall to the floor as you wipe off your hoof in the dirt.
>Seeing their leader killed, the three remaining demoralized stallions turn and sprint for the tall grass, hoping to lose you.
>You quickly tear the helmet off the leader and launch it into the air, watching as it gracefully hurdles through the air and slams into the head of an escaping stallion.
>By the time he hits the floor you're already on the group, utilizing your flight to tackle another one to the ground.
>You slam his face into the dirt, giving the back of his head two swift punches.
>Making sure he's not going to get back up, you nearly miss the sword hurtling down on your head.
>You lift your foreleg, catching his crossbar on your extended limb as you thrust the other into his exposed stomach.
>The impact makes him drop his sword, hunching over to clutch his bruised mid section.
>You grab his lowered head in both hooves and slam your knee into the edge of his jaw, spit flying through the air as he drops to the floor.

>>29056899
>Wasting no time you leap to your hooves and brace yourself for the next attack, but none come.
>Only bodies surround you, a puddle of blood no longer home to combatants.
>Slowly coming down from your frenzy, you pick up the nearest sword and quickly dispatch each of the three unconscious stallions, leaving no opportunities for revenge.
>You groggily wander over to the fire, dropping to the floor in exhaustion.
>Sweat trickles from your body to mix with the blood, not all of which is your own.
>A lump forms in your throat as you look at your surroundings, at this graveyard which was once a campsite.
>You raise a hoof to your face, breathing heavily while you attempt to hold your breakfast down.
>"Well, look at that. You've done it again, haven't you?"
'Leave me alone.'
>"You see, most ponies would laugh at the thought of attacking ten armed and dangerous bandits by themselves, but not the great Rainbow Dash, right?"
>"That's easy stuff for you. And it should be after all, considering."
'What?'
>"Well, you heard it yourself. They called you a monster. Not a pony, not a bastard, asshole, bitch, or whatever a thug calls someone they hate. A monster."
'Leave me alone! I'm not, I know I'm a pony.'
>"Looking at all this devastation. Ponies would be terrified of you if they saw this, and they'd consider you insane if you even told this story. You can lie to all of them if you want, claiming all this was for revenge. But you and I know the truth."
>"You saw an opportunity to kill again, and you took it. They never even took your bag in the first place, you left it back at that clearing where you first stopped."
>"I'm not going anywhere Dashie, it's a long walk back to the village."
>You slowly stand to your hooves, fetching your sword and starting back to the village.
>"After all, even a monster needs some company."

>>29056912
Hopefully the long update makes up for the lack of consistency.

>>29056912
I'm really liking this story. I enjoy the gritty, violent nature of it and the way you write and describe things is spectacular. The action scenes are immaculate, but I expect to see that in an action green.

If I had a single complaint it would be Dash. While I love the direction she's going in, I feel like we only know three things about our MC.
1. She loves to fight
2. She's kind of a prick
3. She's at least partially insane
We got a little more insight into why she does the things she does and I like that, but I feel like we need more.

Great stuff though, this is my favorite green ITT and one of my favorite RD greens ever.

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>>29056348
Done and done! I like the way this one came out even if I had less time to make it than I thought. I hope you enjoy!

I might be able to squeeze in one more tonight! Any more cute requests?

>>29057821

How cute! The only criticism I have is about the torso and the awkward way it is angled. It gives a little too much fat to her midsection/lower half. The back slopes at this weird angle as it disappears behind her front. I was going to comment on one of your earlier drawings in the thread about how her showing hind leg had one too many humps on her hip. Still very greatful for the art!

>>29058170
I actually intended on giving her a bit more chub for cuteness sake, but I see what you're saying! As for the lump in the hip, I actually noticed that after inking. Trying to adjust inking tends to ruin a drawing, so I left it.

Thanks for the critique! I'll be sure to keep an eye out as I go forward!

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>>29057821
dash is a chubby pone

>>29058232
I wanna rub that belly.

>>29058215

OK, understandable if it's a stylistic choice. I should have assumed so based on your previous drawings. They really are just nitpicks and otherwise look very clean. There are a few other small things, but we won't get into that. I look forward to seeing more from you.

>>29056912
This is such a great story, keep it going.
Noticed there were far less spelling errors this time, that makes it so much easier to read.

>>29057821
That's lovely, thank you!

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>>29057821
I promise I'm not doing this for every pic you post, but I colored this one too. I tried to fix the perspective and I'm afraid it look a bit too stretchy but, well, what's done is done.

>>29056912
I'm lovin' it

>>29055950
Thank you! And again for drawing my request the other day!
>>29056912
Keep up the good work, Gattsu! You're improving!

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>>29058383
It's alright! I'm trying to develop my own style at the moment, and it's really difficult. But seriously, thank you for your critique! It lets me know what is working and what might not be. A lot of small mistakes are because I don't have much time to work on them, so they tend to be a little sloppy.

>>29060485
It looks great to me! I love these edits, I've been printing them out and putting them on my wall. Thanks a whole bunch!

>>29060049
You're welcome Anon! That was a great request!

>>29061254
No problem Rosen! I might draw a scene from your story down the road if I have the time (probably after finals).


How is everyone in the Rainbow Dash Thread today?

>>29061336
I'm doing great, especially after seeing >>29061112
I love it!

>>29054969
Is there a higher res of this?

>>29061402
Here is the link
https://derpibooru.org/1316724?scope=scpe2074bb05c07adc80b88063d3cd7d5baff08c867f

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>>29061336
It's my pleasure, I enjoy coloring, and those two drawings were really cute. I'm sorry, I just noticed that Scootaloo's right ear is red. Fug. At least it's not very noticeable now that you saw it you can't unsee it.
By the way, if you want the drawings saved in the Gimp format (I mean, with layers and such) to edit them further, just ask me and I'll upload them somewhere.

>>29061402
Unfortunately the source has the same resolution, but if you want to scale a drawing, say, to use it as a wallpaper or something, try Waifu2x
http://waifu2x.booru.pics/
They use a different system than usual photo editors and it (usually) looks much better. Here's a comparison of the original pic rescaled to twice the original size, using the usual Bicubic rescale and Waifu2x.
http://i.imgur.com/O2qLRIN.png

>>29056912
Such an awesome green, listening with music makes it 10x better.
Pro tip: Bloodborne OST.

>>29048037
RIGGY?

>>29051766
>>29051774
RIIIGGGY!

>>29061336
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGGGGGYYYYYYYYYY!


>>29052529
ROSE!

>>29062105
Don't worry about Scoot's ear, I didn't even notice haha. You're the best! Hold on to those gimp files, I might inquire about them one day.

>>29062722
Haha hey Fapman! It's been awhile! It's really great to see you. How have you been?

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Posting cute Dosh in a Dosh Thread

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>>29062923
Like a shit under ice on frozen lake. Shitty, but stable.

How are you? New art? Maybe wroitings? Anything?

>>29063001
WINTER?! You as well?!

>>29063034
Sorry to hear hard times have come your way, Fappy. Good people like you shouldn't have hard times.

I'm making new art as I go, gonna write as soon as my finals are over and done with. I'm making a return, and I'm hoping to stick.

>>29063075
Oh, man. I want to see all of your art, and I'm happy to see your future writings, man. I'm glad a fag of mine posted here so I came to actually do something here.

Maybe even if Dash-post.

I write humanized-RD story, I guess I should not link it here.

I have a little time to draw at the moment! I'm gonna start drawing, so if you have a request feel free to ask!

>>29062722
(^_^) Hi Fapchan!

>>29063995

So I have a challenge for you. If you don't mind, I would like to see a pic of Dash and Anon on a couch, Dash's hoof either held discreetly by Anon or just the lightest touch between them. I consider it a challenge because human hand and because I'm not quite sure how one would go about holding a hoof discreetly, so I would love to see your take. It also is part of your story request that I'm working on up higher in the thread.

>>29064730
Working on it now!

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>>29064730
Here you go my friend! I didn't have as much time as I thought, so this has yet to be colored in. For a quick sketch/ink though, I think it came out well. I actually really like drawing hands.

I'll probably do some after-thought inking down the road along with shading it. I hope you like it!

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>>29065253
that is fucking adorable. Writefags plz i need this.

>>29065253
my heart
my soul

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>>29065253
That looks awesome. Great work, man.

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>>29066889
>earlier

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>>29065605
I'm glad you enjoy it! I'm excited to see what the anon who is writing this story is going to come up with!
>>29066227
You made me chuckle when I read this.
>>29066454
Thank you Anon! I'm glad you like it.

I'll be drawing up a storm later tonight. Here's an odd question: Does anyone have an idea for a short comic they would like to see? I can't promise it for tonight, but I really love drawing comics.

Other than that, feel free to throw some requests my way! I'll be happy to make something for y'all!

>>29067616
Rainbro Dash watching the classically oblivious Anon from a cloud?

>>29067646
You got it! I'll draw that tonight!
Any others?

>>29067678
Anon showing dash derpiburo

Hot tomales, I've gotten through a lot of studying tonight so I'm taking a break now. Gonna start drawing
>>29067646
and
>>29068020
now!

Can't have a day go by with no content!

>>29069787
Nice

>>29069787
Will you begin writing the story you promised this weekend?

>>29070368
My finals are on this weekend actually. So after this weekend I'll finally have some free time to write!

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>>29068020
Here you go! A little shitty comic for ya!

Emphasis on little. My sketch pad is small enough as it is, separating the page into 6 little windows made it damn near impossible to be any kind of consistent. Ah well, you can't win em all.

Still, I think the story comes through. I also really like the third panel

Shitty or not, I hope this at least satisfies!

>>29070852
That's adorable!

>>29070852
kek

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>>29070852
bretty gud

>>29065253
>I actually really like drawing hands.

What kind of life do you want? A not very loud one?

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>>29070870
>>29071959
>>29070894
Whew! Good thing y'all enjoyed it! I hated it after I drew it at first.

I'll be drawing >>29067646 tonight when I'm done studying for the day.


>>29057821
I just realized I must have subliminally remembered this from somewhere because there is an eerily similar picture here >>29072840 and I had no idea about it until today.
I figured that the scootaloo-in-a-present thing was common, but I didn't think I'd make a picture so accidentally similar.
I hate it when that happens.

>>29072529
You misunderstand, I like drawing hands in Pokemon tcg.

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>>29073702
Welp. >>29060485 here. It's kinda funny that I have a folder with a few hundred of my favorite pics of Dash, I check it often and this is one of them, so I've seen it a bunch of times, but I didn't remember it either. My favorite part is that I managed to use the same colors for the box, making it even more unnecessarily similar.

Anyway, having some more Scootalove is always good.

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>>29073774
Who doesn't? Twilight?

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Mobius when?

Kawaii Dash-u

>>29055966
*Bob Ross
*joys of painting
ftfy

>>29077777
Fak u and ur fuckin pony too

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>>29077777

It's the morning before one of the hardest and most important exams of my semester. It's do or die time.

I'll actually have time to draw after it today, so I can get caught up on requests.

Until then, wish me luck O'hana. It's gonna be a trip.

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>>29078438
GOOD LUUUUUUUUCK! I'll be channeling all the good vibes I can muster at you!

>>29073702

Are you trying to tell us you're a man named Ken Sugimori who makes art for video games? If so, that would be pretty fucking great.

>>29078438
Not even a dashfag but good luck all the same.

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>>29078438
Good Luck!

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>>29078438
you got this pham

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>tfw too intelligent.

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>>29080483

>>29080708
Yeah, this picture didn't workout as well as I'd hoped.

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>>29080483
>that pic
disgusting

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>>29080483

>oddly appropriate

>>29080483
Brainbow Dash

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>>29079404
>>29078496
>>29079770
>>29080286

Thank you for your power! I think I passed the dang thing. For now, I'm going to go pass out.

>>29078921
____________yeah______

>>29080483
>pic related

Page 9

>>29047999
Hey guys, I'm aware that this board is a blue board, but I'm looking for some good Dash er... Pictures, that aren't of her being brash as fuck in sex, but more reserved and nervous like. It's fucking adorable as shit. Does anyone have some links for a fellow dashfag?

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>>29073702
It's too late, Kira.

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>>29081968
>I passed the dang thing
Good job have a Rainbow Dash

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>>29081968
>scrolling though the first page, name catches my eye
hope you're doing good, well done, here's a dash for you

>>29081968

Boy oh boy, I like to belive tales on the Internet. If this were somehow proven, /vp/ would shit themselves.

>>29084666
>*creepiness
fixed

>>29083990
Use derpibooru.org
Just search like
rd, explicit, embarrassed
or something like that

>>29085547
>damn nightmares
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LXY3wVOf7z4

>>29080483
anon
>tfw to intelligent
that's how you do it

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I almost bought the original painting of this from the artist a long time ago at a con. Instead I got his other piece depicting Canterlot from a distance with a backdrop of the night sky. Both were the same price and as much as I love Dash, I couldn't help but think there was more effort and creativity put into the Canterlot painting.

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i drew a pic for you Dashfags, hope somebody will like.

>>29087386
I like

I want to write green again. I haven't written in 2 years for a Dash thread. Anybody want to listen to an old writefag spin a yarn or two?

>>29088297
Do it! Do it!

>>29088882
Fuck yes. Also, who were you?

>>29089240
Meant for
>>29088297

>>29088297
Sure!
What was your name?

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>>29076610
Mobius soon. Just finished my finals, completed some smaller projects I needed to get done and finally started leave. I'll be dumping more green in the coming days.

>>29052529
This is just really fun to read. Not many writers can depict Dash sperging out over her interests while keeping her in character and not autistic. Looking forward to more.

>>29056912
For some reason this made me think of that scene in Kill Bill where the bride kills all the Yakuza.

>>29065253
>>29081968
Glad to see you in the Dash thread! Hopefully you enjoy your stay and never leave! Your picures are freaking adorable especially this one; you've got some serious drawing and writing talent man.

>>29088297
Please.

>>29088882
>>29089240
>>29089389
>>29089708
I don't even remember my name it's been so long. I do remember.

I think I'll use this name though: http://pastebin.com/u/BallblasterTheFifth

When I get something going, I'll be sure to drop it here. Might be a while, like two days, because I get my internet shut off here real soon. I guess that just means I get more time to refine the story a bit.

Oh let me ask you this: How are the threads these days? I remember leaving around the time the Nightly Dash shit started up, so it was back in 2014. I recall very distinctly the drastic decline in Dashfag population at that time. Have things changed? Are we getting more population?

>>29089907
its fairly steady, ever since mobius popped up the threads have been more active than they have in a long while, i remember back then the threads were endless bump fests, but nowdays the dash threads seem to be able to keep themselves up day after day without a stream of bumps.

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>>29089958
I think you mean Church. The threads were really dead until Church started writing. He's been gone for a while (are you OK, Church?), but when he appeared he posted almost daily updates, and that was a huge change for the better.

Mobius started writing later, after Rosen. Not that I want to rank them, I love them three a lot, but it was definitely Church who "saved" the thread when some of us started saying that maybe this shouldn't be a permanent thread if it was going to be nothing but bumps. I'm glad the other side won and kept /dash/ alive, this is a worthy thread now thanks to them, and if dark times come back, I'll be there by your side.

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Hey, I've just realized something.

There are 2 ways to link to a pic on DeviantArt. I'll use >>29051774 as an example. The "long" link ends with the image number, in our example this link would be
http://riggyrag.deviantart.com/art/Dashie-Hug-Sitting-650965847
The "short" link is the link that appears in the sharing section of the page, it ends with 7 characters and those 7 characters are also in the filename, in our example
http://fav.me/darkggn
Those 7 characters can be either numbers or lowercase letters, and they're consecutive. I mean, after darkggn comes darkggo, then darkggp,..., darkggz, darkgh0, darkgh1...

Well, here's the thing, DeviantArt is about to reach "dash000". It'll do in about 48 hours from now if my calculations are right. That means that, for a very short period, maybe about an hour, there will be 46655 pics whose sharing link will start with "dash". If someone here (besides RiggyRag) has a DeviantArt account, I think you could like to have one of those links for one of your pictures of Dash.

More random data for anyone willing to attempt this "get":
Latest deviations:
http://www.deviantart.com/browse/all/?order=5
Beware! The topmost deviation isn't always the most recent one, check always a few of them to be sure. You don't need to actually open them, just look at the number in the URL. For example, right now the most recent deviation is #652091775 (das8l8f), that means that there are still 392385 deviations to post until dash000. As a reference, deviation 651699391 was posted 48 hours ago, hence my calculations.
Useful equivalences:
http://fav.me/dash000 -> http://www.deviantart.com/view/652484160
http://fav.me/dashzzz -> http://www.deviantart.com/view/652530815

This post was longer than I expected, specially for something barely related (sorry!) but if anyone has any other question, I'll try to reply. By the way, if you know some other Dashfag who doesn't come here but has a DeviantArt account, tell him about this, he might be interested.

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>Rainbow Dash sighted
>This is the moment I've been waiting for
>Readies Dildo Launcher
>Prepare your anus bitch

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>>29084191
My cover is blown

>>29084231
Thanks Anon!

>>29084266
I am doing well! I hope the same for you Anon! Thanks for stopping by for my sake. It makes me feel special.

>>29088297
>>29089743
Hey welcome back! I look forward to reading your story! Take your time, we'll be here for ya!

>>29089708
Hey Mobius! Good to be in the thread! You're the big kahuna here so this is really high praise! Thank you so much! I look forward to seeing your work.

>>29090416
Hmm, curious. I have a drawing request or two to do, but it usually takes me hours to make them though. Hopefully my timing will be lucky!

I am back from dying due to exams, I'll be spending today blocking out some stories and drawing a few requests. This'll be awesome!

>>29090584
Can't wait for the green

>>29047999
Why do you like her?

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>>29091037
She's a cute pony

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>>29090606
Excellent, because I've gotten about three quarters of the way through blocking it out. I plan on finishing the planning stage today and start writing by tomorrow or the next day.

I am shocked by how much I like how this story is coming out. Considering it was inspired by the combination of two different random requests, it's actually coming together quite nicely. I'm looking forward to it!

>>29091037
Dash isn't my favorite Ponkfag sorry and I used to not like her. She grew on me a lot the more I watched her though.

I like her because she is a hotheaded athlete with a heart of gold.
She looks out for her friends, and she's the first one to put up her dukes when it comes to protecting them. She has learned to be more caring and understanding, and even how to embrace the more nerdy parts of herself. I love that.

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>>29091037
But I don't "like" her.

I love her. I admire her. She's an inspiration for me. I love everything she does, I love everything she is. I love her eyes, I love her mane and her tail, I love her wings, I love her cutie mark. Her voice melts my heart and her smile makes my world shine. She makes me happy. This beautiful mare means the world to me.

>>29091037

She's pretty straight forward with her opinions and somewhat set in her way. We have the same lazy streak. Her voice is a good mix of crackyness. The tomboy trope has always been something I've liked. We both go over the top in out love for our hobbies and interests. The idea that small fights that tend to wear down relationships wouldn't do much to hers with the element of loyalty. The sense of dedication we have to our friends is the same. Her light blue coat is soft on the eyes while her rainbow mane makes her stick out. Our egos are pretty close. The idea of making little things into competitions between one another sounds amazing and can motivate me to do things.

There's a bit more, but I'm at work and can't post much.

Hey guys BallBlaster the long lost writefag from earlier here.

Got myself a doc open in pastebin right now with the premise of the story and some notes on maintaining the interest through the story.

So far, I've decided it's going to be a a split POV story, with Dash and Anon inter-changing POVs as to maintain mystery to the overall plot's conclusion. I can't wait to get to work on it and share it.

That being said, I'm curious, does anyone have a specific postcount in mind for when a story is considered big or small?

I've read about suspension of disbelief and immersion and all that jazz, and how people like longer stories because they can live and immerse themselves in the world the author is in to escape from reality, and I assume the case is the same for this board especially, but the post count comes into play.

I don't want to just spam the fucking thread with endless posts and turn people off of it. I'd like to get some of your opinions on this. Do you like long greens? When does a green become too long? Would you mind my green being a bit long?

I would like to make it as long as it needs to be, but if need be I suppose I can just cut some corners.

>>29095779
you wont get any complaints about long greens for this thread, i will say though we have 2 authors who already post in the 'big green dump but long delay between' style, so it might be better if you write in the 'short but frequent' style just to fill the gaps

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>>29095779
>does anyone have a specific postcount in mind for when a story is considered big or small?
I'd say that there's no such thing as a "too small". We're eager to suspend our disbelief and immerse, and even a 2 posts long quickie can work. On the other hand, the longest green in the thread has 386k characters and counting (that's almost 200 posts), but it's been running for over 6 months.

IMO, if you want to write a one-shot, it really shouldn't have more than 20-30 posts. If you want to write something longer, it'd be for the best if you posted it through several days. Also, I'm seconding what >>29095806 says, "short but frequent" would be appreciated.

>>29095806
>>29095816
A big problem I have with the short but frequent thing is that I really like just planning everything out first, and then in one long session, create the entire one shot in one sitting. I kind of hate having stories sitting around too with me posting parts of it every few days.

Looking at the doc it doesn't look like it'd be a giant 40 post thing, so I'll probably be ok.

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Quick Update!
I have finished the blocking out! I'm happy to say I'll start writing tomorrow morning.

>>29095806
I actually usually write in the small green dumps as it goes kind of writing. I'm probably going to write for hours each morning then post what I have when I finish. That way there are updates each day until it is done!

Alrighty RD thread, I'll get everything prepped for tomorrow and pick out the last details in my blocking.

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So we're about to get a new update by Mobius, a new green by Riggy and a new writefriend. Christmas is coming early this year.

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>>29090166
I am. It was the least i could do, ny favorite thread needed some help ajd i offered my mediocre abilities. I appreciate your thoughts, but I think I'm done writing for the RDG. You guys were great, but you have new, better writefags and I've found other nuances and threads to write for. Sorry I'll never finish that green of mine.

>>29047999
Can I have some lewd pics of RD in pony and EQG form?

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>>29099478
>Sorry I'll never finish that green of mine.
Pic related.

Seriously though, you made this thread a better general and you'll be missed. Thanks for everything, Church.

>>29100743
Begin the ear nibbles!

>>29100743
hhnggg

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Time for a blast from the past...
1/20

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>>29101259
2/20

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3/20

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>>29101326
20/20

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>>29101330
And for those who want the clop ending, enjoy.

https://imgur.com/a/J5h9E

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>>29100743
>she smells like fast

>>29090166
There was also Crunchbite, who was before Church and Mobius. Rest in peace, you glorious motherfucker. Hope you're kicking it up with her right now you lovely soul.

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>>29101331
I love this comic.

>>29101748
Sorry if I expressed myself badly, I didn't mean that Church was our first writefag. Of course he wasn't, there were great writefags before him, and I certainly won't forget Crunchbite. What I tried to say is just, Church made our thread much more pleasant during one of our "low times".

Maybe I'm giving him too much credit, but I remember that shortly before he appeared I wrote some shit like "we should wait a couple of weeks before starting the next thread". I remember it because I wasn't at my best and I loved it when he started posting all those cute short greens, and I remember being glad you guys didn't let the thread die. But I admit that maybe my memories are distorted and the thread wasn't really so dead before he came. I don't know.

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I, for one, miss grim ponka and the other guy who wrote at that time. They did some ubercute shorts, and wrote requests all the time.

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>>29090416
FYI, if anyone was trying to do this, the DeviantArt links start with "dash" since a few minutes ago. Pro trick: if you upload a pic to your sta.sh (any pic, even a blank image) you can replace it any time in the future before submitting it and it'll still have a link starting with "dash". Pro-pro trick: if you upload a few pictures, you can use their links later, for your future drawings.

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>>29099478
Don't stop the story just cause the thread is busy right now.
I love your green

Hey guys I'm the long last writefag.

I'm probably going to take even longer, because the story I was going to write I've decided isn't all that great of a premise. I'm instead just going to cut the artsy fartsy shit and make a smallish fun little story.

Still I feel kinda bad about the 2 hours or so of work I did on making the planning, so here's the paste I was using as a guideline for the story. The plot guideline is very very unpolished and kind of nonsensical. http://pastebin.com/bq9pzBfa

Basically, Anon was supposed to see Twilight using a color spell for Rarity on a dress, and then on the way to watch Dash practice, he was supposed to see Rose pushing a cart of roses, and then he hatches an idea. Then it cuts to Dash being jealous over Anon not hanging out with her, and then getting worried when he is taking roses to Twilight's house because of how they're both eggheads and would make a good couple. Then she realizes she likes Anon.

End of the story is her getting pissed at Anon, and then he gives her a thing of magically colored roses with the colors from her mane.

If anyone would like to write up something with that concept in mind I'd love to see it.

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>>29099478
Don't stop, nigga. We love you. Be loyal to them. Be loyal to me. Pls?

This is a fun thread.

I've normally been a rarafag but I've really been liking RD more and more lately
threads like this are contributing to these feelings

>>29106038
Never really liked rara all that much. She's just too elegant and froo froo for me. I've been a Dashfag since I started watching the show.

>>29106038
i think rarity is a good pony and ranks second for me next to dashie.