Dragon Transformation General #6

Stop making lizard threads.

Authors:
Finished:
Buggernon's "Anon the Dragon": http://pastebin.com/u/Buggernon
Punki's "Hangin'": https://pastebin.com/As6YwYpx
Punki's "Discord vs. Daze": https://pastebin.com/bNLBq5N1

Work In Progress:
Sergeant Nonymous's "Anonymous the Wise Dragon": http://pastebin.com/CY698CQ0
Clarissa's "No Fury at All": http://pastebin.com/U5q2gcBr
Alcrowholic's "Mountainous": http://pastebin.com/7iJzrFDt
Harmonyrla's "Dragula": http://pastebin.com/m0i4tGEK
BizarreCoyote's "Rukodiora's Romp Around Equestria": http://pastebin.com/rYB3Agh6
Tambourine's My Tiny Ponies: http://pastebin.com/sBQrS8ZR
Bubblewolf's Crystal Draganon: https://www.dropbox.com/s/8dlbvjaz3emxv2h/Bubblewolf%20Crystalanon.txt?dl=0
(hosted on dropbox as a notepad file)
Dracononymous' "Deceitful (Not a) Dragon": http://pastebin.com/GQiUeKe7
Woofr's "Reflection": http://pastebin.com/YUgjpmUL
Dragonlord Kolaghan's "The Gold Standard": http://pastebin.com/10Tytn1J
Dragonlord Kolaghan's "The Universal Solvent": https://pastebin.com/8LmMiVjm
Punki's "Dazed": http://pastebin.com/ZStRTpMn
Treasure Mage's "Tonic the Dragon": http://pastebin.com/dbJ3Mnny
Treasure Mage's "Equestria Five-0": https://pastebin.com/DZ48KDMQ
Rat's "Lady of the Mountain": https://pastebin.com/tTCDh4s7
Purple-Blep's "Scylla": https://pastebin.com/bGwKSz0E
Ice-Beam's "Anon the dragon": https://pastebin.com/jRDJMTPQ
Hope's "Hope": http://pastebin.com/bRPwtEFq

Current Writefriends:
Punki
Woofr
Dragonlord Kolaghan
Treasure Mage
Clarissa
Hope

Previous thread:
https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/29681300/

If you are a content creator, please use a name so we can refer your work to someone.

Sorry if my edits to the OP are sinful. I shall commit seppuku if needed.

Started this randomly, still working primarily on Gold Standard, but this just sort of happened:

>”You’re a fucking cheat!”
>Oh, how original of a complaint.
>Pandering to bar patrons is really a double edged sword.
>On the one hand, they tip very well on account of being liquored up to oblivion, and are too out of it to catch your more sloppy tricks.
>But on the other hand, they’re also aggressive drunks.
>You will /never/ forget the time a drunk old priest tried to perform an exorcism on you.
>Looking over at your heckler, you can tell they’re a good five Shock Tops into their drinking tonight.
>Not to mention the sixth one he’s currently nursing.
A: “Now, now, I assure you I’m no-”
>”Fuck off! You marked your goddamn deck!”
>Well, he’s not wrong, but you’re not going to /admit/ that.
>Just play it of Anon, that’s what you’re best at.
A: “If you would like, you can inspect the deck sir.”
>The drunk bastard looks you over, squinting.
>”Well, bring the fucking cards over! And I’m watching you, so no switching decks on me!”
>There goes the easy way out it seems.
>Oh well, you can just hope that he’s drunk enough to not notice the slight markings you have.
>Tossing over the deck, you watch, hoping for the best.
>”You see? That’s a fucking mark!”
>Fuck it, he’s got you.
>And /that’s/ your cue to get the fuck out.
A: “Enjoy the deck boys!”
>And out the door you go.

>>29753471
>Tonight’s a bust it seems.
>Not only are you down a deck, but your tips are awfully light tonight.
>You consider hitting another bar, but the mood has soured.
>So you decide to just cut your losses and head back to the apartment.
>It’s not very far from this bar, about a six minute walk.
>Once inside, you empty your pockets.
>Your phone, wallet two other decks, and a few other odds and ends are now strewn about a table.
>Home sweet home.
>You start dinner, but in the end aren't even that hungry.
>Lying down on your couch, you look up at your ceiling.
>Everything seems so far away right now.
>You’ve been honing your skills for years, ever since you were a kid, and you’re still doing tricks at bars for tips.
>Yeah, you’re young, but surely there’s more than /this/ for you at this stage of your life.
>All you need is a push.
>Something to put you over the edge, to get you ahead of everyone else.
>”Do I smell a desire for magic?!”

>>29753482
>You shoot up as you hear the voice.
>Who the hell?
>In front of you stands a large creature, an amalgam of what looks like a bunch of different species.
>You didn’t take any LCD did you?
>No, no, you haven’t touched that shit since that concert a year ago.
>This is… real.
>D: “Hey there! I hear you fancy yourself as a magician!”
>Seeing nothing else to do, you nod.
>D: Well, I think I can help with that! I can introduce you to a whole new world of magic!”
>Well, this might just be the devil, offering a deal.
>That’s metal as shit, but hey, you’re agnostic.
>So fuck it.
>Besides, this could be a dream anyways.
A: “Yeah, okay, I’m in.”
>They blink at you.
>D: “Well… that was… easy. I’m really good at this! But, enough of that, on to the alterations!”

>>29753491
>You look over the big, monster looking thing again, confused.
>What did they mean by “alterations?”
>It seems to be sizing you up, using its “hands” like a frame or lens.
>Kind of like how you see those fashion designers do in cliche TV.
>D: “Hmm, yes, yes! I have the perfect idea!”
A: “And /then/ I get to learn this magic, right?”
>D: “Oh, yeah, yeah, whatever.”
>You sigh a bit, you still aren’t sure what’s going on with all of this.
>”You’ll get a first hand look at a world of magic!” is a very steep promise, and this weird monster thing is weirding you out more and more as time goes on.
>Out of nowhere, the creature is wearing a tuxedo and a top hat, stereotypical stage magician garb.
>D: “I am probably nowhere as practiced as /you/, but I’m something of a fan of sleight of hand myself!”
>They start shuffling a big deck of cards, whistling to themselves as they do.
>All you can really do is stare at the absurd spectacle.
>D: “Pick a card, any card!”
>Playing along, you point at a card in the middle of the deck.
>He reveals the card to you, revealing the word “Dragon”.
>The card floats in the air, suspended by… well, magic you guess.
>D: “And another!”
>You pick another card, this one is revealed to read “Smoky Black”
A: “What does that even mean?”
>D: “Why, it’s scale color of course!”
>That card joins the other one, floating in the air.
>D: “Let’s go again!”

>>29753494
>One more card, this time, there’s not even a word, but the outline of some animal head.
>Its horns are highlighted, they curl backwards, reaching to almost to the back of the neck before stopping.
>And that card too floats towards the others.
>D: “I am /loving/ your choices, absolutely great.”
A: “I don’t exactly see a trick here, I’m just drawing from this deck.”
>The creature frowns a little.
>D: “Not amused?! I understand, the trick is a slow burn, but I’m sure I can find a way to spice it up!”
>In an instant, you find yourself fastened to… a wheel?
>D: “I’ll change the rest of the deck into knives, and the first three to stick into the board will take the place of drawing three more cards!”
A: “Wait, what?!”
>Without a moment of hesitation, he lobs a knife at the wheel.
>It lands close to your abdomen.
>D: “That knife said… oh, it said “green eyes”!”
>The knife leaves the board, and begins floating alongside those cards.
>D: “Now, to spice up the trick!”
>The wheel you’re on begins to slowly rotate.
>Good thing you’ve never really been prone to motion sickness, because this is disorienting as hell.
>Another knife goes flying, but this one misses the wheel completely.
>D: “Aaaw, the female knife! That’s a sad loss!”
>What the hell is this maniac talking about?

>>29753503
>Yet another knife flies your way.
>This one lands directly between your legs.
>Wew.
>D: “And the next one is… hmm, well, why /did/ I put this one in here? How do I even /make/ a ‘trustworthy face’? I’ll just... “
>They don’t seem to be playing it up right now.
>D: “I know! I’ll just go with /relatively persuasive/! Not some natural born cult leader, but you get the idea!”
A: “No I don’t!”
>The wheel begins to spin absurdly fast, no doubt in response to your retort.
>Knives begin zipping by, missing the target completely.
>Oh, so now he’s just toying with you.
>Sounds like a stage magician alright.
>Finally, after what seems like forever, the final blade sticks on the very edge of the wheel.
>D: “And to wrap it all up! Our big final effect is…”
>You listen as the wheel begins to slow down.
>D: “Well uh, I ran out of the fun knives, so I just grabbed one of yours…”
>Looking over, it was the knife in your sink from when you were chopping up the steak for dinner.
>D: “I’ll just say that means you have… cooking skills?”
>You shoot them a judgemental look.
>D: “It’s the /first/ performance of this trick! Give me a break! Hiccups are bound to happen!”

>>29753510
>You’re released from the wheel, falling on your ass with absolutely no grace.
A: “Now what?”
>D: “Why, the big climax of the trick!”
>The creature takes off their hat, making it grow exponentially in size.
>It’s big enough to fit, well, fit you!
A: “Wait a sec-”
>He drops the hat on you, instantly covering you and blotting out your vision.
>A moment later, he lifts it, and puts it back on his head as it shrinks.
>Everything seems… bigger.
>Looking down, you’re butt naked.
>However, that’s only the /second/ weirdest thing you’ve seen.
>Your whole body is covered in greyish black scales.
>You don’t even need to see your reflection to know what just happened.
>D: “Presto~”
>Their performance is capped with a bow as you sit there in utter confusion.
>D: “Now then, with the formalities out of the way, let’s get you to Equestria!”
A: “Equest-what?”
>Your voice sounds a little different, you can’t pinpoint how, but it’s a little off.
>D: “Your new, magical home!”
>It creates a big red cloth and drape you in it.
>D: “Now disappear!”
>Once they lift it, you’re still sitting there, somewhat in shock.
>He groans, snapping his fingers and sending you off.

>>29753515
>When you look around your surroundings, you’re not in your home anymore.
>The monster thing seems to be gone too.
>You stand up slowly, getting your bearings.
>There’s what looks like a messenger back next to you.
>Upon opening it, you see a bunch of materials, organized meticulously.
>There’s cards, rings, small bags, even some cooking utensils.
>Quaint.
>A note is also inside of the bag.
>”Dear Jazz (trust me, that name will fly much better here), I hope that your trip was smooth! You are in Equestria, a world you may know from your world’s My Little Pony’ where magic and the like are commonplace!”
>What the fuck?
>My Little Pony?
>When’s the last time you even /heard/ of that?
>You know what? It doesn’t matter right now.
>”You are a dragon and, as such, that means you have no natural magic powers! So, that means your skills will not go to waste!”
>So, you’ve been brought to a literal world of magic, and have no actual magic.
>Why does it suddenly feel like you’ve been swindled?

>>29753524
>”I’ve supplied you with all the materials you could possibly need for your act, along with assorted herbs and spices for your cooking.”
>So they weren’t kidding about that, alright then.
>”If you ever need to see me, find a lovely pony named Fluttershy, you can’t miss her. She’s pink and yellow, and absolutely delightful. You can usually find her graciously donating her time to help local animals.”
>You chuckle a little, that’s the writing of a man with some /choice/ interests.
>”Now then, I’ve dropped you off in the castle of this kingdom, no pressure! - Regards, Discord.”
>In the castle?
>That explains why everything looks so fancy and pristine here.
>But, you have a feeling these… ponies probably aren’t expecting a visit from you.
>Ah, there’s a door!
>Putting on your bag, you walk right through it.
>And right into a conversation between a few ponies.
>TS: “Princess Celestia are you sure that-”
>All eyes in the room turn to you.
>Well, time to put that showmanship into good use it seems.
>Royalty always likes having court entertainment, right?
>It’s time to give them some entertainment then!
>Just got to hope that this isn’t the “off with your head!” kind of royalty.

>>29753528
J: “Why, this isn’t the bathroom at all!”
>No reaction from either horse.
>Tough crowd then, alright, just got to warm them up is all.
J: “My humblest apologies your highness...es?”
>You have no idea if the other one is of royal blood, but best to be generous than to anger one of them.
>C: “Are you from the Dragonlands?”
>The what now?
>Are those a thing?
J: “I’m from… somewhere!”
>The two ponies give each other a worried look.
>TS: “Should we call the guards?”
>Shit, shit, shit, backpedal time!
J: “Okay, okay, the jokes aren’t landing and I take blame for that, I’m more of a magician than a comedian anyways. My name is Jazz, and I’ve been sent here by Discord!”
>Their eyes widen a bit.
>TS: “What is he planning /this/ time?”
>Oh even better, looks like they aren’t fans of this Discord guy.
J: “I don’t know! I was just dropped in this place by him!”
>The two begin to talk with each other in a hushed tone.
>You probably still have time to run like hell and live in the hills like a wildman if you book it now.
>But, there’s a chance that you aren’t going to absolutely murdered.

>>29753533
>C: “Jazz was it? Are you okay?”
>Well, that’s not what you expected, but you’ll definitely take it.
>You nod a little, rubbing your arm.
>C: “Well… Discord’s doing or not, you’re here now. And I believe that means we should extend a warm welcome.”
>Looks like your performance was a hit!
>That or they’re just really charitable.
>Either way, it doesn’t matter, you’re not getting beheaded!
>C: “You mentioned you were a magician? I’m sorry but, dragons don’t tend to be very… magically inclined.”
>You give a hearty little chuckle.
J: “I can promise you, I’m not like your average dragon!”
>It’s showtime, this could be one of your most important tricks ever.
>Time to pull out all the stops, no holds barred.
>Brandishing a standard, non-marked deck of cards, you shuffle them in your claws.
>These hands handle cards better than you thought!
>Lots of dexterity.
>Fanning the cards out in front of the princess, you shut your eyes.
J: “Pick a card, any card!”
>You feel the card leave the deck, you can just assume it wasn’t taken with their hooves.
J: “Show it to your friend, then put it back anywhere in the deck!”
>The hard part is already over, you felt them take the card you forced.
>The moment the card is back, you open your eyes.
>Your small audience looks on with wide eyes.
>After playing up the “process” for a while, you brandish a card triumphantly.
J: “Was this your card?!”
>It’s almost too basic, but you have a feeling these ladies aren’t quite familiar with the art of card tricks.
>TS: “That’s… that’s… incredible…”
>Bullseye.

>>29753540
>They have you repeat the trick a few times.
>You, of course, nail it both times.
>It’s one of the first tricks you mastered, a pretty trivial trick for you.
>After the fourth time, you toss the deck back into your bag.
J: “And that’s just a sample of what I do!”
>C: “I must say that I’m rather impressed. Tell me, how did you get to be proficient in magic?”
J: “It was pratice mostly, I sat down and just, well, just put my mind to it!”
>The bigger one, Celestia you think, nods in understanding.
>C: “If you had to gauge the extent of your power, how would you?”
>A good question…
J: “Good question! I must admit my craft is lacking in practical uses, there may be a few here or there, but in all honesty- I most likely pale in comparison to ladies as such as you two!”
>The younger one seems to blush a little at the compliment.
>If you had to guess, you’d say that you’re in good standings with these two!
>Not a bad start to your stay here, not bad at all!
>It was probably smart to not oversell yourself.
>You may get asked to prove yourself at any time, and the whole “liar revealed” trope is one you don’t want to live out.
>So, you’ll keep it as real as possible!

>>29753546
>TS: “That was quite the showing, but I believe Princess Celestia and I were in an important conversation…”
>C: “Yes, but I think it can wait until we have our guest situated. Would the Princess of Friendship care to exercise her title?”
>You almost swear you catch a bit of a smirk on Celestia’s face.
>After a moment, the smaller one nods.
>C: “Excellent. Now, Jazz, Princess Twilight Sparkle will lead you to a guest chamber you may stay in for the time being, I hope you find it to your liking.”
J: “Thanks! I’m sure it will be perfect, and you have been an amazing audience.”
>You give her a little bow before following this Twilight out the door.
>This place is certainly interesting, you can give it that.
>Being a dragon in some fantasy kingdom was never a possibility to you, but here you are now!
>But, if you’re going to be here for a while, you’ll probably need a bit more information about the place.
>Talking with Discord again probably wouldn’t hurt.
J: “Oh! Hey, do you know a Fluttershit?”
>TS: “Flutter...shit? Do you mean Fluttershy?”
J: “Um, yeah! My bad, I must have misheard Discord…”
>You chuckle softly, rubbing the back of your neck.
>No smooth way to play that one off, not really.
>TS: “But, yes, I do. She’s one of my best friends actually.”
J: “I’d expect nothing less from the Princess of Friendship!”
>Hey, this is going great! You’ve already got your link to the pony Discord told you about!

>>29753559
>TS: “And this is where you’ll be staying!”
>It’s a quaint looking room, nothing too grand, but definitely comfy.
>You sure as hell weren't going to complain.
>Twilight heads back, leaving you to your room.
>The first thing you do is walk over to the mirror.
>There you are: Jazz the Dragon.
>Jazz the black dragon.
>A black dragon… named Jazz.
>Discord you racist fuck.
>You chuckle at the thought as you really look yourself over.
>Never did you ever expect to inspect your tail before.
>So surreal!
>But, not exactly bad.
>You're a lot shorter than before, but your reflexes seem a lot more honed.
>All the better for your tricks.
>Having seen enough of your body, you lie on the bed.
>It's only mid afternoon, but you’re tired.
>Kinda like jet lag maybe?
>Makes sense, it was nighttime when you were sent here.
>You fluff your pillow and throw your covers over yourself.
>Time for sleep!

>>29753565
>When you wake up, there’s a horse in your room.
>It makes you jump a bit, messing up your somewhat tidy bed.
>Oh right, ponies, they’re all horses.
>”I brought you some breakfast”
>The random horse-pony leaves you a tray, before quickly departing.
>Not big on the small talk it seems.
>You sit up, looking at the tray.
>Eggs, toast, oatmeal… a perfectly made homemade breakfast.
>You prefer omelets, but over-medium eggs are nothing to complain about.
>You dig in, savoring every bite.
>Best. Eggs. Ever.
>It’s a good thing they didn’t have you go out to a dining hall for breakfast, because you are very, very hungry.
>If this what meat, you’d probably be covered in juices and blood.
>And then your sheets would be all messy too, and that means /someone/ would have to clean them.
>What a mess.
>Yeah, good thing you’re just eating eggs!
>Although, once you master table manners, a steak wouldn’t hurt at all.
>Once you’re finished with your meal, you get out of the bed entirely.
>What to do with yourself today?

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>>29753572
Holy shit, now that's how you start a thread. Noice.

>>29753572
Lame.

>>29753609
Thanks!
>>29753616
/thanks/

Continuing Equestria 5-0 from where I left off in the pastebin.

>Shining Armor stares at both of you inquisitively.
>SA: "That's fine, I'll give you the time you need to help Twilight. Just make sure that she can understand you, alright?"
"Yep, yes, we will do that!"
>You make for the door and drag Daze along with you.
>Once outside the war room, Daze struggles free and bites your hand.
"Ow! You bitch!"
>You release her from your grasp and she spins around to face your
>D: "You arse hat, I had that under control!"
"I don't know how you think that bringing up The Dukes of Hazzard is having that 'under control!'"
>Before Daze can retort, a similar purple light engulfs both of you once more and teleports you again.
>When the dust settles, you find yourself back at Twilight's castle.
>Twilight is still at her desk, and she turns to see you when you warp into the room.
>T: "Oh good, you're back! That was a timed spell, I hope I gave you enough time to tell my brother about our agreement."
>You glare over at Daze before addressing Twilight.
"Yeah...we managed."
>T: "Good! Now for my first experiment, I need you guys to go home."
>Both of you raise an eyebrow at her request.
>T: "My first theory is that maybe this statue effects you by proxy. Sure, you were miles away just now, but it was only for a few minutes. Maybe if you stay away from the statue over night, the magic will wear off..."
"Alright, fine. We'll just stay at Daze's house."
>T: "Well...that's my next idea. Maybe if we separate you two it could also cancel the effect. But I don't want to alert Fluttershy about what's going on because it might scare her, so you'll just have to spend the night at each other's houses.

>>29754081
"Fuck that!"
>Twilight tilts her head at you.
>Shit, did you say that out loud?
"Sorry, what I meant to say was hell no."
>T: "What's the problem with switching beds for one night?"
>D: "Don't worry mate, my house is cleaner than you'd expect."
>That's not the issue, you're used to messy rooms.
"The problem is that Daze can't be trusted to watch your sandwich, let alone spend the night with your emotionally unstable friend!"
>D: "Ah, bullshit. I'm all piss and wind, I won't hurt anybody."
>You give her an incredulous stare.
"If you're going to try and lie to someone, make sure there's not someone who knows the truth /in/ the room!"
>Daze's face- /your/ face, only grows smugger.
>D: "You're just worried that I'll find out what you /really/ do with Fluttershy behind closed doors!"
"I'm afraid that you're going to molest her like you do bottles of liquor!"
>T: "Alright, enough! If I didn't trust Daze I wouldn't ask her to do this. Maybe she teases you too much, but she wouldn't actually do anything. Once this is all over maybe you two should come to me for some friendship counseling..."
>And on that note, you're gone.
>It looks like Daze has the same idea, because you both do a bullshit fake yawn at the same time.
>D: "You know, I'm feelin' pretty tired all the sudden! Better get home!"
>You snap your finger at her idea.
"Uh, yep, let's get out of here!"
>You both make your way out of the castle and on to the streets.
>You toss each other your keys as you walk.
"Seriously, for once in your life, please no bullshit. Those soft core books are about as much as she can handle!"
>D: "No promises mate, I gotta practice my accent on her, no tellin' where it'll go. Who knows, maybe I'll get you somewhere with her!"
>You try and yell at her but she's already split off and running toward Fluttershy's cottage.
>Your life is over..."

>>29754239
>You walk up the steps to Daze's house, and are hit with a strange feeling.
>You've been here tons of times, but it's never been so dark...or quiet.
>You hardly have anything to hide, Daze makes sure of that, but what about Daze herself?
>She didn't have time to clear anything out before this arrangement was made, maybe you could find something interesting...
>You enter the house and begin lighting some of the lamps around the house with your fire breath.
>She was right, the house isn't that bad...
>How the hell does she keep her house nicer than you kept your apartment?!
>Inside the house you find...a weapon of some kind every 10 square feet.
>Blades stick out of tables and walls, there are cudgel-like instruments "hidden" around corners, you even find a spiked bat in her closet.
>You mutter to yourself as you try to navigate the house without stepping on a blade.
"Jesus Christ..."
>She definitely cleans up when you come around. Either that, or her weapon collection has grown rapidly since the last time you visited.
>Your search brings you to the basement.
>You bring a lantern down with you, and you find nothing short of a brewery.
>This can't be legal...can it?
>Barrels of different sizes are strewn about along with empty and clean bottles.
>You're going to have a talk with her about this...

Any hopes for things in the greens this thread?

>>29754788
Looking forward to seeing more from Hope

So what is the vote on Tonic's love interest? So far I think the majority want to see Twilight.

>>29755338
Spike. Don't deviate from the original purpose of this thread.

>>29753427
You forgot Emerald and the other sir, friendo

>>29755338
>>29755359
this. I guess if you want to ship Tonic and Twilight you shouldn't left spike out. I'd like to see Tonic X Spike, if you ask me but I'm not the majority.

>>29753393
Spike forgot to turn off his swag and woke up covered in bitches.

>>29753393
WHY ARE THE ALL FUCKING FEMALE

>>29755525
Cus' spike's not gay?

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>>29755338
Spike, the poor bastard deserves it.
>>29755525
Hey kid, wanna /ss/?

>>29755338
Dunno, Twilight is way cuter

>>29755525
What are you, some kind of sexist?

>>29754788
More Khoa and Daze antics from Treasure Mage, also keen to find out who's the murderer in the gold standard.
>>29755525
Comfy dragon Anon is male, Clarissa's dragon is also male (I believe? Haven't read that one yet), Jazz is male, and so are a couple of others I think. There was some talk on the Discord channel about another dragon called Dimitri who's stereotypically Russian, but I don't know if anyone is doing anything with that.

>>29755338
Twiggle horse

>>29756135
Dimitri started as a joke that grew into a bigger joke, but if anybody winds up writing that story, I'd welcome it 100%

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And now back to our regularly scheduled Gold Standard.

>Based on everything, Mac’s disappearance is definitely something to be concerned over.
>He's not the kind of guy to leave unannounced.
>Looking over their home reveals nothing out of place.
>This feels above your pay grade.
>Are you even getting paid for this?
>Not the time for that.
K: “Alright, I'm just going to be honest with you. This is pretty suspicious…”
>Applejack sighs.
>AJ: “I know… but, I'm positive he ain't done nothin’ wrong!”
>You sincerely hope she's right in this.
>Hell, this whole time you've been wishing that you'd find out this was a weird accident.
>Murderers are something you could live without.
>You don't want to find out they're here too.
>Rubbing your temple, you try to plan out your next move.
K: “When did you last see him?”
>AJ: “Last night, I was half asleep, but when I looked out my window, I saw them leavin’”
>Timing sounds like it lines up.
>You, of course, don't tell her that.
>Minimize the bad news, say it all at once when you have confirmation.
>From experience, you know that getting it over a long period of time only succeeds in sinking someone lower emotionally.
>And that's not your plan in this.

>>29756441
>As much as you hate to do it, you need to leave Applejack.
>There's no quick or easy answer to her problem.
>Right now the most you can promise is asking the guards to be on the lookout for him, and that you'll be diligent.
>AJ: “Are ya alright?”
>You're shaking right now.
>The last time you dealt with detectives, you were under investigation for involuntary manslaughter with talk of an accessory to murder charge.
>All you could think at the time was how fake the detectives sounded.
>They just wanted results.
>And now that you're doing this, you're scared of that mentality.
>How hopeless does she feel right now?
>How scared is she?
>Why aren't you helping more?
>You grit your teeth.
K: “If you need to talk later, I'll be around town until dusk. Just ask around for me.”
>She nods, sighing.
>It's not a sigh of sadness though.
>It's of relief.

>>29756445
>Your walk back to town is initially slow.
>You're trying to figure out everything that's going on, to sort it out.
>But that's before you see Mac walking in the road.
>Instantly you run up to them.
K: “Wh-where have you been?!”
>The look on their face says it all.
>No good news here.
K: “Please tell me you didn't do it…”
>He shakes his head.
K: “Well? What happened?”
>Mac sighs before going into his explanation.
>M: “Saw it all. Shook me up, so I ran off. Fell asleep, woke up a couple hours ago.”
>You sigh in relief.
>He didn't do it, he just got scared.
>That's something you can relate to.
>But, not only did he not do it, he saw who did.
K: “Did you go make a report?”
>He looks down.
>M: “Eeyup.”
>Nodding you start heading off towards the castle.
>M: “Hey. I'm… sorry.”
>You hardly register what he says as you bolt off.

>>29756447
>Ponies have seemingly gone home, the town is uncharacteristically quiet.
>Seems like they haven't announced who it was yet.
>As you run up to the castle, you see a familiar face.
>Twilight.
>Going to greet her, you instantly notice something is wrong.
>She's crying.
K: “Hey! What's wrong…?”
>She looks over at you.
>TS: “What did Trixie tell you?”
>Huh?
>TS: “You know she doesn't like me right? She… she… she probably…”
K: “She told me she saw a stallion last night.”
>You can't gauge the emotion on her face right now.
>TS: “D-do you know who might have reported something leading to an arrest?”
K: “I do, but I don't think I'm allowed to say right now.”
>Her face contorts a bit.
>TS: “How could you let them arrest Spike?”
K: “Wait… what?!”
>TS: “That witness of yours, they said Spike did it. And now they… they…”
>Twilight starts sobbing again.
>Stay strong Khoa, stay strong...

>>29756374
Excellent. There'll be no background left by the time all of the dragons get a group picture.

>>29756449
>This isn't the princess of friendship, not yet at least.
>Right now, she's still just a student.
>They aren’t nearly as experienced as you knew them at one point.
>She might not be for a long time, if ever.
>You’d try to comfort her regardless, but she really needs it now.
K: “I promise he'll get off of this.”
>She doesn't look very convinced.
K: “He's my friend too, and I know he didn't do this. I'm going to find who did.”
>The strength in your voice comes easier than intended.
>It just kind of… happens.
>It happens and it works.
>You need the strength right now.need to be strong for yourself too.
>This case is getting more and more bizarre, and you can’t let it swallow you up.
>Twilight seems to feel a little better, or at the least is trying to look that way.
K: “I'm going to go see what all went down, okay? I'll keep you posted.”
>She nods as you head inside.
>Spike, the little guy you were worried about kissing not even a few days ago is now under arrest for murder of all things.
>And it’s up to you to figure out why.

>>29756596
>The story is actually pretty simple, as much as you dislike it.
>Mac was having trouble sleeping, and decided to take a walk in the rain.
>Sounds weird enough to fit how he acts, that’s for sure.
>As he was walking, he wound up near the post office.
>Looking inside, he saw a struggle between a pony and what looked like a small dragon.
>As your boss ran out, something hit them in the head, and they stopped moving.
>That’s when Mac freaked out and ran off.
>And then in that managed to fall asleep after a while, and was exhausted enough to sleep for a day and a half.
>You almost called bullshit on that, but you’ve had longer stints of sleep.
>Initially Mac thought it was you who had done the deed, hardly knowing you and all.
>But, Discord’s arguments when this all started basically served as proof of your innocence.
>And that left Spike, the only other individual in town who fits the description.
>It was dark outside, so Mac couldn’t really make out scale color, so there was no easy way to prove it wasn’t him right now.
>Spike, although confused, apparently came willingly and calmly.
>Good, good, anything that makes him seem innocent is really good right now.
K: “I mean no offence Shining Armor, but I don’t think he did this.”
>SA: “I don’t like it either, I really don’t, but right now, he’s our only fitting suspect. We need to exercise caution.”
>You nod, it makes sense.
>But that’s the worst part, all of this makes sense.
>For Spike’s sake, this needs to make absolutely no sense.
>And it’s your job to destroy this theory, bit by bit.
>Or, if it comes to it, find out why he would have ever done it…
>Here’s hoping it doesn’t come to that.

>>29756599
>You are Spike, and today isn’t going too well.
>Well, that’s an understatement if you’ve ever heard one.
>The dungeon is someplace you never expected to spend the night in, but here you are.
>You can still see Twilight’s face as you’re being led away.
>It makes you wince, she looked so upset.
>You hope she doesn’t think you did this.
>But, who could have done it?
>From what the guards said, it was a dragon who did it, and Khoa has an alibi, whatever that is.
>Maybe she can go get you an alibi soon.
>That would be really nice of her.
>Lying on your oversized cot, you wonder how they’re doing.
>She’s working with the guards now from what Twilight told you last night, apparently she used to be some kind of investigator before she lost her memory.
>She’s so cool…
>Just as you're thinking about her, Khoa rushes in.
>K: “Spike! Are you okay?”
S: “I think I’ve been worse off before.”
>Khoa chuckles a bit, but it's a strained chuckle.
>K: “I know you didn't do it Spike.”
S: “Did you get me an alibi?”
>Their face scrunches up what looks like confusion.
>K: “Um, well no… but I'm working on it.”
>Makes sense to you.
S: “Well, I have faith in you!”
>That's no lie, you genuinely think she will figure this out.
>She's smart, and if she's done this before, you're in good hands!
>After a while, she leaves, off to keep working.
>Just gotta have faith in her.

>>29753393
>hair
>feathers
I am disgusted

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>>29756621
>not wanting to pull a qt dragons head back by her hair when you're smashing from behind.
It's like I don't even know you people sometimes.

>>29754424
>You can at least take solace in the fact that it's only alcohol and not dead bodies.
>...Right?
>You lift some of the lids on the barrels and make sure there's no ponies in them.
>They're empty...good.
>You can almost hear Daze now.
>'I'm deeply hurt, my best friend thinks I'm a psycho murderer!'
>Half of that is true.
>You walk back up the stairs and into her bedroom again.
>Might as well make yourself comfortable.
>You look into her closet again. You never got to explore it before because you were so taken aback by the spiked bat.
>She actually has other clothes in here!
>Does that mean...that what you're wearing is her work clothes?!
>You part the hanging shirts with your hands to inspect them further, but you spot something on the back wall.
>Is that a protection rune?
>You have one of those on a box that you put your journal in, the rune keeps the box closed unless it senses your presence.
>Well shit, you really want to know what's in this little secret compartment!
>If you broke the wall to get to it, she would know, so how do you get in?!
>Wait...you /are/ Daze!
>You wave your hand across the rune and it unlocks, revealing a small shelf built into the closet that holds...soft core porn novels...
>Looks like some of them are the same author you read. You will /never/ let her forget this.
>You spend a few hours reading some of her books, and she has good taste!
>Soon though, you begin to feel tired and decide to just go to sleep and hope that Fluttershy isn't being tortured.
>Should you...should you take your clothes off to sleep?
>It would be more comfortable, but it feels...wrong.
>You reluctantly shed your clothes and climb into bed, trying not to stare down at yourself.

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>>29756135
Well shit. I drew Jazz as female.

Oops. I'm an idiot.

>>29757382
>You are Daze, and you can't wait to get to Fluttershit's cottage!
>You're usually good about finding out Khoa's secrets, but now she's not even going to be here!
>She's shaggin' Butternutter, you just know it!
>She has to be! She can't be that tense /all/ the time, and then go home to fuckin' nothing!
>Those...rather good soft core novels can't save her on their own.
>She's either fuckin' the yellow horse silly, or she's got a booze cellar like you do...
>Maybe you'll drop some hints and find out.
>Maybe you'll get lucky! Hey, it's not cheating if you /are/ Khoa...
>What a way for her to wake up! Finally gets her body back, and she opens her eyes to see she's in bed with yellow shy!
>You arrive at the cottage and make your way into the living room.
>F: "K-Khoa? Is that you?"
>You throw on your perfect American accent.
"Yeah I'm home, and pretty hungry too. How about some toast?!"
>Of course you can do the accent! Some of the birds at the clubs you frequented /love/ American accents.
>You make your way to the couch and play deadbeat roommate while Butterfly makes you some toast.
>Turns out, Flutterbint can make some bitchin' toast.
>You drop hints and lay on some light game, but she isn't letting on that they're romantically involved!
>There's no booze cellar either! What the fuck Khoa?!
>You're getting fuckin' nowhere with this, you just decide to go sleuth around in her room for the rest of the night.
>Once you close the door to her room, you immediately drop your armor to the floor.
"Fuckin' hell, that shit's annoying!"
>You almost immediately regret it though, because now you're staring st your friend's naked body.
>In this world, it's not a big deal. It shouldn't be a big deal! But your face goes red all the same.
>You rummage through her closet and find her old tattered undercover clothes and quickly throw them on.
>During your search though, you find a strongbox with a familiar rune on it.
>Could this be Khoa's famous journal?!

>>29757527
>Begins to write gender bend one off to compensate

>>29757581
>You've never been able to get your claws on this!
>She always guards it better than anything else.
>You unlock the box and take out the journal.
>Maybe this'll tell you who she's shaggin'!
>You walk over to her bed, plop down on it and begin reading.
>It's very informative. There's a lot of things she hasn't told you...
>It's not very funny, it's more interesting than anything else.
>You thought you could find some juicy stories, but there's not really any to be found.
>Discord fucked with her a lot. He's an annoying fucker, but you have to admit, the part about Spike is fuckin' rich.
>There was a murder investigation...looks like that's what got her into law enforcement.
>It's around this area of the journal that things get a bit...real. Too real.
>She goes more into detail about her past...before the whole draco-bint thing.
>'Sometimes I wonder if being a guard could possibly absolve me of the guilt that I feel, but then I think about Daze, and all of the good we've done together. She might be brash, insensitive, and hasty, but she just might be the best thing that's ever happened to me. I don't know how she does it, how she stays so strong all the time. Sometimes she's the only reason I come into work..."
>You close the journal before finishing the entry, you can't read on anymore.
>You feel wetness on your face as a few tears roll down your cheek.
"You fucker, I just wanted to fuck with you, but you had to go and make it all gay!"
>Normally you'd feel prideful about crying, but you aren't crying after all, technically /Khoa/ is...that pussy...
>You return the journal to its box and turn in for the night.
>Maybe you shouldn't be so distant all the time.

>>29756883
LAD


I'm gonna take a shot at writing Dimitri, our Russian dragon friend. Stay tuned for that sometime between today and tomorrow

>>29757879
>"You fucker, I just wanted to fuck with you, but you had to go and make it all gay!"
from feels
>Normally you'd feel prideful about crying, but you aren't crying after all, technically /Khoa/ is...that pussy...
to kek, in just one line, bravo

>>29757879
>You are Khoa, and you open your eyes to the sight of morning light behind strands of feathery hair.
>Looks like Twilight's little experiment didn't work...
>You get up and slowly get ready to take on the day.
>Using the bathroom, showering, getting dressed, all of these are made incredibly awkward by the fact that you're looking at your friend's body.
>Getting dressed was at least interesting, as you found Daze's guard armor hidden away in her closet.
>Just as you thought, it's never seen the light of day.
>You put on the armor and check yourself out.
>Awkwardness aside, you determine that Daze looks pretty good in her armor!
>It's sparkling and immaculate, why won't she just wear it?!
>Well, she's going to today...
>You go outside and wait for Daze to show up so you can go see Twilight. You usually meet up here every morning anyway.
>You eventually see her walking up the path to your house, and she's wearing that damn slut outfit.
>As she gets closer, you start teasing her about some of the amenities in her home.
"Why the fuck do you have a weapon every five feet?! And what's up with the cellar full of liquor, is that even legal?!"
>She doesn't respond to anything you say, she just keeps walking toward you silently until she reaches you and embraces you in a hug.
>You let out a small gasp at her sudden tenderness.
>She holds you firmly, and is she...is she crying?
>D: "I'm so sorry..."
>You reluctantly return the hug.
"S-sorry for what?"
>Oh shit, she could've gotten into your strong box! Did she find your-
>D: "I wasn't able to shag Fluttershy!"

>>29756602
Big dump of green coming your way, here we go:

>It's later that night when you hear a strange scurrying sound outside your cell.
>When you look up to investigate, you see a dragon.
>At first you assume it's Khoa, but up on further inspection under the dim light of a lamp, you can tell it's not.
>Their scales are a light green.
>Their beady yellow eyes are staring right at you.
>?: “I-I’m sorry it wound up like this.”
>What do they mean?
>?: “It all went w-wrong. All I was supposed to do w-was hurt him. Make h-her take the fall.”
>They can't be talking about… the murder, can they?
>Make who take the fall?
>You don't even need to think about it.
>Khoa.
>S: “Why? Why did you do this?”
>?: “F-for the plan… all apart of the plan…”
>He's talking like he's insane.
>?: “Even though you're d-domestic, you deserve an a-apology. Just k-know it's for a greater good.”
>The small dragon slips away, leaving you confused and scared.
>What s this greater good?
>And why did they want to get Khoa in trouble?
>With all this weighing on you, you do the only rational thing.
>Call for the guards.
>They sadly do not believe you.
>They’re being awfully cold towards you right now, extremely distant.
>It makes sense though, they think you killed somepony.
>Doesn’t make it hurt any less though.
>Once everything has settled, you lie back down in your cot, trying your hardest to fall back asleep.

>>29758640
>You are Khoa, fresh out of talking with Spike.
>Last night he swears that he had an encounter with some mystery dragon that was trying to set you up.
>Not for murder though, but for an assault.
>Apparently things got out of hand to the point of a death.
>If what this is true, someone did all of this because of you.
>The thought makes you shudder.
>You know that you can’t blame yourself for this, but it still fucking sucks.
>Doing your best to jot down all the information Spike gave you, you wonder how accurate this is.
>Spike could have possibly just had a bad dream.
>Then again, if this is true, that means Spike is innocent.
>And that means you’re going to pursue this as hard as you can.
K: “Have there been any new dragons in town recently?”
>A simple question, often met by guards with “you don’t actually believe that, do you?”.
>Yes, you do.
>Spike is a weird little sperg, but he’s not a murderer.
>And he’s /sure/ as hell not clever enough to spin a yarn about this other dragon.
>A small, lime green dragon with a stutter.
>You’ll find them, eventually.
>Sooner than you thought really, because as you walk around town, you see a small bipedal figure in a cloak.
>They’re trying to stick to the shadows it seems, but they didn’t seem to be very good at it.
>Not wanting to cause a scene, you approach as slow as possible.
>Alas, you’re no master at stealth, you step on a branch and the little guy turns his head instantly.
>?: “You!”
>You expected them to run away.
>Instead, they pounced on you.
>The wiry little bastard was on top of you in moments.
>He’s half an inch shorter than you, but he’s stronger by a decent margin.
>Right as you open your mouth to yell, he forces something down your throat.
>A potion of some sort, it catches the back of your throat, causing you to sputter and cough.
>That doesn’t last very long though, because you’re out cold in a matter of moments.

>>29758657
>When you come to, your head feels like you’ve had too many shots of bourbon.
>But, you didn’t get any fucking bourbon, you got fucking drugged.
>You’re tied down to a chair, your bonds obviously tied by someone knowledgeable in doing so.
>If they flat out wanted you dead, they would have probably just killed you from the get go, so this is a decent sign at the least.
>Not much of a silver lining though considering you’ve been kidnapped.
>Speaking of, there's the little shit who caught you.
K: “Gonna get this shit over with already?”
>Not even going to try playing nice Khoa the amnesiac detective right now.
>?: “H-hush! You think you have it b-bad right now?”
>You shoot him a look.
>?: “I've b-been forced to leave my home, travel to this h-horrible kingdom, /kill/ somebody, and n-now I have to get f-forceful because they accused the wrong dragon!”
>Well, that's a confession if you've ever heard one.
>Now if only you could get out and arrest this fucker.
>But for now, let's just play the interrogation game.
K: “Why get me accused anyways? What does that accomplish for you?”
>?: “Isn't it o-obvious? To ruin your image. Get them to openly h-hate you. But, that didn't w-work.”
K: “Okay, so you want to fuck up my life, sure, but why dipshit?”
>?: “The p-plan was to play the support, t-to raise your spirits after you've been cast out. B-bring you willingly to our home.”

>>29758664
K: “Oh fuck off!”
>This little shit wants you to go to the Dragonlands, and thus did for all of this?
>Unbelievably asinine.
?: “N-now we're going to g-go by force. So you f-fuck off…”
>That's not gonna happen.
>You don't care why this little shit wants you, you're not going.
>Seeing that he's botched most of his plans so far, you trust you'll be able to get out of this.
>Right?
>He's stronger than you, you know that much.
>You'll need to get the jump on him if you'll ever have a chance.
>If you can do that, you’re probably a lot smarter than him, so from there on you’ll be leading this shit show.
>Fuck since when have you thought like this?
>This cannot be the same you that cried about being lost in town.
>But hey, this you is going to fucking get out of here so other you can go back to feeling shitty.
>But how?
>Seduction comes to mind.
>There's not going to be any dignity in this anyways, so why not?
>Okay, there's plenty of reasons why not.
>Maybe you're just kind of horny.
>Yeah, let’s not go with that.
>You could always ask to go use the bathroom.
When they turn, you can jump them and…
>Hope for the best.
>No clear, strong answers here.
>But, you've got to at least try.
K: “I need to take a piss!”
>They look over at you, glaring.
K: “I need to /pee/, are you deaf?”
>Groaning, they undo your bonds.
>?: “We’re l-leaving soon anyways.”
>Once you're loose, they brandish a simple dagger.
>Oh fuck.
>”No f-funny business!”
>You want to shove that knife up their ass.
>Fucking dipshit.
>Biting your tongue, you slink towards the back of the… cave?
>Where the hell are you anyways?
>Doesn't matter where right now though, what matters is the hefty rock on the ground back here.
>Looks heavy.
>Good.

>>29758671
>Picking it up, you try to be as quiet as possible.
>Slow and steady fucks up the kidnapper…
>With your big rock in hand you start edging your way closer towards the other dragon.
>Each step goes as slow as draconianly possible, you keep your claws from hitting the cave floor as much as possible.
>?: “Wh-what’s taking so lon-”
>Before they even finish turning, you lob the rock at their face.
>And with that, the dragon crumples to the ground.
>Are they unconscious?
>Holy fuck you did it!
>A few seconds later, they start to stir however.
>Holy fuck you’ve fucked up!
>Thinking fast, you snatch their dagger, holding it to their neck.
>Their eyes shoot open in shock.
K: “Hey, no funny business~!”
>?: “I don’t g-get paid enough for this…”
K: “Why don’t you just shut up and start walking?”
>The tables thoroughly flipped, the other dragon can only comply.
>?: “Asmod will still g-get what he wants you know. It’s only a m-matter of time…”
>You aren’t really interested in his bullshit right now, he’s a fucking murderer and kidnapper, and it’s time to make him pay.
>Thankfully the cave isn’t all that far from town after all, you promptly haul his sorry ass off to Shining Armor.
>They don’t even try to make an excuse, they just confess.
>It’s only a few minutes later you’re greeted by Spike, who runs up and gives you a big hug.
>Eh, it doesn’t faze you that much this time.
>S: “Y-you found him! You saved me! Thank you…!”
>Without even thinking, he gives you a kiss on the cheek.
>You’d probably feel more than a little upset over that, if it weren’t for the fact that you’ve officially paid off your debts to Discord.
>Favor two and three, in one fell swoop.
>Damn, you’re good.

>>29758680
>Reflecting on everything, it’s hard to call yourself a detective.
>The case was hardly a case, in part due to it being such an obvious culprit.
>Seriously, they really fucked up most, if not everything in this.
>If they /hadn’t/ fucked up, your old boss wouldn’t be dead though, and you’d be skipping off into the dragonlands.
>But, he did fuck up, no doubt to the disappointment of this “Asmod”.
>You write the name down, taking up half a page in your journal.
>He’s got his eyes on you, and now you’re going to do the same.
>Whoever the fuck he is.
>It’s been two weeks since you brought in Skip, the murderer.
>Since then, you’ve been offered a full position as an official investigator for the kingdom.
>And… you said yes.

>>29758691
>The position is mostly an on demand sort of job, they’ll call for you when they need you.
>You’ve yet to get a case, but it’s something.
>Speaking of something, apparently somepony in the castle has been whipping up a reward for you.
>You aren’t sure if what you did warrants any sort of reward, but you aren’t about to say no.
>D: “Long time no see Inspector!”
>Discord is visiting you it seems, took him long enough.
K: “I finished your favors, if you hadn’t noticed.”
>He nods, smirking.
>D: “And I’d say everything was mostly a success!”
K: “How so?”
>D: “Well, I like you Khoa, that’s an honor I afford to very few, but it’s the truth. Having taken a deep look into your mind, from the get go I knew you could be something special. So, I crafted a most devious way to get you settled in! First, I made you go and be social with a peer, then I sadly failed to get you romantically active, and finally- I pushed you into a career!”
>You’re not surprised really, Discord has a very unique form of showing affection if your name isn’t Fluttershy.
K: “Thanks, I guess.”
>Discord frowns.
>D: “Not happy? I think I’ve done a pretty bang up job in getting your life in sh-”
K: “My life isn’t in shape Discord. It’s starting to look better yeah, but, do you honestly think everything is perfect now that I’ve got friends and a job? I’m still who I was, and I still don’t know why I’m here.”
>He shakes his head a little, disappointed.
>D: “You’re making progress though, and trust me, I don’t say such candid things lightly. You just need to keep working at finding the truth.”
>As much as you hate to admit it, when he’s trying to be sentimental, it works pretty decently.

>>29758698
>D: “Oh! I came here to tell you that your reward is ready! I believe that your little friend Spike will escort you. I sadly only am the messenger!”
>Nodding, you shut your notebook. You can focus on other stuff later.
>It’s time to be courteous and accept whatever thing they’ve gotten you.
>You smirk a little as you leave, just to throw Discord a bone.
>If he’s going to try being not shitty, so can you.
>Spike is waiting outside for you, looking as eager as ever.
>Without even a greeting he takes your hand, leading you off towards the far end of town.
>The two of you stop in front of a small cottage on the town’s border.
K: “Well?”
>Spike clears his throat, he’s obviously rehearsed whatever he’s about to say.
>S: “Seeing as how you are now an official member of royal staff, it has been deemed only fitting you have a home somewhat closer to your place of work. This house is… um… yours to do with as you see fit!”
>What?
>Spike sees the shock on your face.
>S: “Welcome home Khoa!”
>They got you a house.
>You… you’ve never owned a house before.
>Wow…
>It’s hard to hold back emotions right now, but you’re managing somewhat.
>Shakily, you walk in, looking over the quaint little building that you live in.
>Bookshelves, with all your books already moved in…
>The pillow you’ve been using at Fluttershy’s…
>All the stuff you have is here.
>It’s not much, but it’s everything.
>Lying your notebook on your new bed, you decide to take it all in later.
>Right now, you’ve got a lot of thank yous to give.

>>29758702
>From the notes of Asmod.
>”Absolute failure.
>That Skip is rotting in a dungeon for how horrendously he botched a simple plan.
>Lucky for him they locked him up, I would not have been as merciful as those ponies.
>The plan to bring the subject closer was so simple on paper, but that’s just that- variables out control come up.
>I’ll need something else, something more poignant.
>Trying to ruin their current standings has proven… volatile.
>Besides, recent happenings have only given more results.
>Perhaps, this was a blessing after all.
>Still, something new is in order, something better than last time.
>The end is so close I can taste it.
>And soon, she will taste it as well.
>Very, very soon.”

End of Part 3

>>29758717
>Failed romance.
Poor Spike...

Can't wait to see the rest

>>29759022
Spike never really started feeling for Khoa in a romantic way, it was more Discord being a shipping shit poster

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>beautiful feathery head of hair
>green eyes
>adorably self conscious
>super polite
>really lucky
Perfect for snuggles, cuddles and adventures.
You sure know how to write em, Woofr. I was pretty mad you took time away from ptfg at first but I can't be now that I've read what you got.

>>29757527
That settles it, jazz is female

>>29757527
>implying Jazz isn't a trap

>>29760043
You've activated my trap card

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im still working on nutting out my story,, just gotta find and keep that mojo going

>>29760694
Do the crusaders have their cutie marks yet at this time? Maybe they could try and get their help a dragon cutie marks

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>>29761066
i guess that could be their take when they find her in the club house,, i should probably should of been thinking this through a bit more,, though Scylla could think that this is still sort of a lucid dream?

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>>29761129
Having the CMC find her in the clubhouse sounds like a pretty good way to get things rolling, and yeah I guess she would be pretty convinced it was a dream, unless someone could convince her otherwise.

I like that sketch, it looks like Scylla's watching herself being drawn.

>>29756135
>have a day off to spend on catching up on dragon greens
>suddenly
>There was some talk on the Discord channel about another dragon called Dimitri who's stereotypical Russian
what on dick

>>29761231
when a joke ends up being more that a joke, gott get dem sweet squats

>>29761257
>squatting dragons
Sounds menacing.

>>29761201
thanks senpai,,
i was kinda thinking that its sweetie belle end up breaking the news to her,, and then them chasing Scylla down,, i kinda like the idea that she knocks herself out from not watching where shes going,, thinks its again one huge dream, but wakes up in like a tub or a bed,, until another talking pony comes in to check on her

>>29761289
>dream about equestria into awakening in equestria

Perfect, fits the eerie tone you set at the start.

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magic man~

>>29761619
Beautiful as always Purple, I think you've in part chanted how I imagine him looking, and I made him! Awesome job.

Hey, after the big dump of the rest of the murder arc of Gold Standard yesterday, I want to write something else before starting the next part. So, would you guys rather see more Jazz or a one of with Daze and Khoa with possible other guest stars?

>>29761729
Go for Jazz.

>>29761619
Great! it is close as to how I was gonna fix it.
I still need practice.

>>29761729
>>29757604
Not sure if you were serious with this,
but you do not need to waste your time with my silly accident.

By the way am I invited to discord?

>>29761760
Hell yes.
https://discord.gg/NN4Pdkb

>>29761801
V.Good. I'll try it out as soon as I'm ready

>>29761760
You got some good dragons too, i enjoy seeing what you come up with :)

>>29761825
We're more than ready for you, hope to see you soon

Here are my ideas for the next story with Jazz, which should I go with?
>Jazz starts a poker night in the castle.

>Jazz tries to find an assistant.

>Jazz becomes Jazzy, and resists the urge to be fanservice.

>Jazz and Tonic: (Un)professional Con Artists.

>>29761970
Door number 1. Then there's at least a hope it will turn into a proper long story. I quite liked the premise.

>>29762068
Im probably going to wind up writing most of these eventually

>>29762075
[cautious optimism intensifies]

>>29761970
>Tonic with that Zatanna-like assistant outfit.

LAD

>>29762068
Not a bad idea though

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>>29762117
>Tonic with that Zatanna-like assistant outfit.

>>29758156
I'm gonna have to put off the idea for now, I can't get it to come out the way I want it to

>>29761970
Jazz and Trixie could tour together and fight over which one is the assistant

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cyka blyat

Holy shit this took a day to get it as I wanted. Good night.

>>29763575
Fuck. forgot the usual spoiler. I'm tired.

To serve as intermission for the Gold Standard, enjoy the start of Spiced, a one off staring Tonic and Jazz:

>Life in the castle is pretty easy, you can have practically anything you want.
>That is, except for this new shipment of apparently luxury spices that just came in.
>Discord made you a pretty decent cook, and you've been starting to use that skill whenever you want something more savory for dinner.
>However, you have been rejected in your requests to try these spices in your own cooking.
>And that has birthed an idea, a very petty, But fun idea.
>Larceny.
>Sure, you don’t /need/ these spices, but you wouldn't mind having them.
>So, you shall have them!
>But not before some preparation of course.
>You throw on the nice cape that Rare Tea made you.
>It was Rare Tea, right?
>So many weird names here, you only can remember the names of those who you see semi-regularly.
>Like Discord, Celestia, Twilight Sprinkle, Spike, and so on!
>/Those/ names are easy!
>However, you feel like you’re going to have to remember one more name, the one of the castle’s resident alchemist.
>Tony.
>No, it can’t be Tony… can it?
>Eh, you’ll get it eventually.
>Grabbing your trusty bag, you head out the door.
>Time to rob those who have graciously brought you into their fancy home and treat you like a long lost friend!
>Hey, you’re not pretending this /isn’t/ a little shitty.
>Besides! You only want a little bit!
>What’s the worst that could happen?

>>29763745
>You are Tonic, and life has been a little weirder recently.
>A dragon has appeared out of nowhere, with obviously no knowledge of where he is.
>Sounds a lot like you on paper.
>Except he /really/ is clueless, you haven’t met the guy, but apparently he still messes up on… most details.
>Discord gets a kick out of it, based on how much he tells you about him.
>It’s getting to the point where you probably should talk to them, if even half of what Discord says is true, they could go for a little lesson on what’s going on.
>Just so they don’t crash and burn or whatever.
>Apparently Twilight is “fascinated” by them, for some reason or another.
>You haven’t met them, so you really can’t say for yourself if that fascination is warranted.
>You hear a sharp knock on your door, followed by a “helllloooo~”
>It’s a male voice, one you haven’t heard before on the show or in your time at the castle.
>Must be this mystery dragon then.
>Opening the door, you’re greeted by a dragon, standing just a little higher than your eye level, with a confident smirk on his face.
>Looks like a fucking tool.
>He’s really a shitty cape for fuck’s sake.
To: “What do you want?”
>The other dragon shrugs a little, slyly pushing his way into the room.
>It’s not even forceful, he just kind of… gets in.
>J: “I just figured that I should meet the other dragon in the castle!”
To: “Spike lives here, you forget about them?”
>J: “The other /mature/ dragon!”
>Well, he’s got you there.

>>29763771
>J: “Did you know I have managed to harness the power of… magic?”
>He’s either a showboating shitlord or this is why Twilight is so interested in him.
>Either way, it could make for an interesting experience.
To: “Show me what you’ve got then.”
>You smirk as he reaches into his bag, pulling out…
>Holy shit are those playing cards?
>Wait a second…
>He’s not…
>J: “Pick a card, any card!”
>It takes all your power to not burst into laughter.
>Discord brought a /magician/ to Equestria.
>And Twilight thinks /this/ is fascinating.
>Your sides would be on fire right now if you weren’t fighting the laughter.
To: “Can… can we cut the shit Houdini?”
>The look on his face actually does send you into laughter.
>So far the only other individual who could have possibly called his shit would have been Discord.
>He sure as hell didn’t expect /you/ to.
>But you haven’t been fooled by a card trick since you were a kid!
>J: “Um… well, uh… Houdini is… here too?”
To: “Nope~ just in the human world I'm afraid!”
>This other dragon looks absolutely lost.
>It's almost cute!
>J: “D-Discord didn't mention another dragon like me!”
To: “You… take what he says at face value?”
>J: “...Yeah, that one's on me.”

>>29763777
>Cutting the guy a little slack, you walk him through what he’s missed and who you are.
>When you aren't completely stunning him, he seems pretty quick on the uptake.
>J: “Wait… it's Twilight /Sparkle/?”
>Okay, so not entirely quick on the uptake, possibly even a little retarded.
>But, he seems nice enough.
>Their name is Jazz, and they've been living here for a little under a month.
>How you've never run into each other isn't all that surprising, he spends a lot of time working with Celestia or putting on shows for anybody who'd watch.
>Turns out having a willing an eager link to Discord nearby is a nice commodity.
>And sure, you're all buddy buddy with Discord, but Jazz flat out says he works for him.
>He even has a shitty looking ID card Discord made for him.
>”Jazz: Official.”
To: “Official what?”
>He shrugs.
>J: “He said he kept it loosely worded so I can be more of an all around asset.”
To: “What do you even do for him?”
>J: “Random stuff, usually he just asks me to check up on Fluttershoe.”
>Mispronounciation aside, that's a key sign of Discord’s signature hopeless… whatever he has with Fluttershy.
To: “So… do you ever actually do anything of note for Discord or Celestia?”
>J: “I mean, none of that ambassador stuff they make it sound like I do. I'm really just a performer. But hey, if Celestia wants to call our poker nights keeping track of Discord, I won't complain.”
To: “You've /got/ to be joking.”

>>29763575
[muffled "Moбильник" playing in the distance]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e5BOQHBoKKg

I'm wondering though, what kind of russian will Dimitri be?
>soviet "help people because Motherland needs you" tovarisch
>perestroika "we wuz in space and shiet, where my vodka?" stereotypical russian
>90s' "Mad Max in post-soviet setting" lowly thug

>>29758415
>Fucking...really?
>You pat her back.
"It's, uh...it's alright. We'll get her someday..."
>D: "You're damn fuckin right we will."
>What have you done...?
>With that, she pushes off of you and seemingly goes back to normal, glaring at your choice of apparel.
>D: "Now...do you mind tellin' me why the forbidden armor is out of its fuckin box and on my body?!"
"I could ask you the same thing! Why are you dressing me like a slut?! Being undercover is one thing, but I actually know people in this town!"
>D: "If you hate the outfit, then why did you keep it?!"
"Because!"
>Daze raises an eyebrow and stretches her arms out expectantly.
"Because..."
>D: "Gotcha, fucker! Now, where's /your/ explanation?!"
"Hey, I think the armor looks pretty hot on you!"
>Your hands shoot up to cover your mouth after your sudden outburst. Hopefully they also cover your colored cheeks.
>Daze just give you an incredulous stare, while you return it with a shocked expression of your own.
>You really did it this time, you'll never hear the end of it...
>It's because of all of this bullshit lately, it's made you crazy! You can barely stay focused anymore!
>But then you think about the journal entry that Daze almost found.
>She always just...accepts it, when shit like this happens. She's so calm, in her own crazy kind of way.
>She's your rock...
>D: "I'm just gonna pretend-"
>Before she can finish her statement you bend down, grab her by the face, and hold her in a deep kiss.
>The audacity of basically making out with yourself isn't lost on you, but you don't care.
>Your daring move is cut short though, as a puff of sparkly smoke explodes from the two of you, and you're launched away from each other.
>When you open your eyes again, you're on the ground.
>You sit up and see your own golden extremities, as well as your own slutty clothes, and you can actually feel your wings!
"We...fixed it!"

>>29764086
True love is always the answer, it seems.

>>29764086
>You're overwhelmed with joy at your accomplishment.
>Daze gets up and walks toward you, fidgeting with her armor as she does.
>D: "Sweet fuck, it's good being tall again. I'm no womanlet like you!"
>When she reaches you, she bends down, takes your hand and helps you up.
"Thank god, I was going to have to cut your damn hair out of my face if I had to deal with it another day!"
>She gets you on to your feet, but she doesn't stop there, opting to keep pulling your arm until you're in another embrace.
>You stand there, staring into each other's eyes and waiting for the next magic moment.
>Before either of you can act, you hear the voice of Spike calling you from the road.
>Daze's eyes go wide and she shoves you away, sending you flying into the wall of her house.
>You now sit in a crater of splintered wood, groaning and thanking your tough scales.
>Spike walks up to the two of you and gives you a strange look.
>S: "...I'm sure I wouldn't understand, but whatever. I have good news! Twilight solved the riddle to the statue, all you have to do is kiss! Simple right?"
>Shit, what if he finds out that we're already separated?!
>Daze speaks to Spike, but...in a perfect American accent.
>D: "Shit, that's all? Well, let's get this over with..."
>She could do the accent the entire time?!
>Daze walks over to you with a smirk on her face.
>The anger on your face must be evident.
"You son of a-"
>She grabs you by the collar of your little shirt and kisses you, and then feigns an alteration.
>D: "Well would you look at that, it worked! Tell Twilight we said thanks, yeah?"
>Spike runs off to tell Twilight the good news, leaving you two alone.
>Daze turns to you, still wearing that smile.
>D: "Shall we continue?"
"No, because I'm gonna kick your ass!"

And thus, the episode ends. Couldn't resist a little romance, I felt it was fitting.

>>29763784
>He’s not joking.
>Apparently he’s introduced card games to the princess.
>And more surprisingly, she’s a natural card shark.
>They sound absolutely dead serious.
>J: “I’ve actually got a game night lined up once a week, about five of us!”
To: “Who else have you been teaching poker?!”
>Jazz smirks at your sudden interest in the subject, sitting down on your bed.
>J: “Oh, just a few friends~ Want in?”
>You’re about to reject the offer, but the more you think about it, the more appealing it sounds.
>You were never huge on card games before, but playing poker in Equestria is almost too surreal to pass up on.
To: “Yeah, sure, I’d be game.”
>J: “Perfect! In that case, I need your help!”
>Oh great, a catch, why aren’t you surprised?
>J: “Now, now, I can tell by the look on your face you aren’t convinced. It’s a simple heist-”
To: “A heist? You’re going to steal something?”
>J: “Some… spices, yes. I’ve picked up a hobby of cooking recently. Besides, you’ve got to admit living in a castle can be a little dull, right? This is a chance to fuck around with stuff!”
>Well, he’s not wrong, things can get a little dull here.
>Fucking with Spike only can be entertaining for so long.
>And besides, it /is/ just a bunch of spices.
>Not to mention it gets you into a poker game.
To: “Shit hits the fan, you’re on your own, got it?”
>Clapping his hands together, Jazz nods.

>>29763784
Tonic is gonna be mad that she doesn't have an Official card

If the dragons were ponies: what would their cutie marks be?

What are you guys looking forward to in upcoming updates for the current greens?

>>29765220
Tonic is a tough one...I'm gonna say it's a tonic. Kek

>>29765220
Columba would have a dove probably.

>>29765634
Looking forward to more from Hope. Has anyone seen Muse?

>>29765999

>>29765635
Outrageous! You're pulling that out of your ass!

>>29765220
I think scylla would have a Cresent moon behind 2 darkish clouds,, might actually draw this later

>>29758717
Decided to get back to The Gold Standard earlier than expected!

Part 4:

>It was almost a better gift than the house.
>Sure, it's a gift you got for yourself, but that doesn't matter.
>It's still the perfect gift.
>Rarity is one talented horse, that's for sure, being able to take your shitty description and make this.
>Although you called it a “robe”, there's no denying this is a hoodie.
>A deep, not too strong red color with white text.
>”Harvard University”.
>Okay, so you never went to Harvard, but fuck it, what else were you going to commission?
>After Rarity offered you a free outfit for helping find something for her, this was the first thing that came to mind.
>Smiling to yourself, you slide the large garment on.
>It's baggy, just like you requested.
>Maximum comfy.
>You instinctively check the pockets for your glasses, only to remember you don't need them anymore.
>You don't even have them anymore.
>That was before all this, your eyesight is just fine right now.
>With a quick sigh, you pull the good on before going to lay down.
>Naptime.

>>29767885
>This house of yours is pretty cozy.
>It's just far out enough that you don't see many visitors, but close enough to town that nothing is too out of the way.
>It's got a small kitchen, a bathroom, bedroom, all the necessities.
>If you had to guess, you'd say it's a little smaller than your old apartment.
>You still aren't totally sure who pulled all the strings necessary to get you this place, but oddly enough- you think it was Discord.
>The basis of that theory is admittedly weak, but you like to think you know the guy pretty well.
>He's still a spontaneous, chaotic ass, but he takes care of those he's close to in his own way.
>This house could be an example of that.
>After a bit, you're awoken by a knock on your door.
>Taking a moment to gather yourself, you go to open it.
>It's… Discord?
K: “Since when do /you/ knock?”
>D: “You see, it's been ages since I've forced myself to use door and-”
K: “Fluttershy asked if you could start knocking, didn't she?”
>His face flashes to embarrassment, if only for a moment.
>D: “I just /had/ to make you a detective.”
>You both know that didn't require detective work to figure out.
K: “Come on in.”

>>29767892
>He adjusts his size a bit to fit more comfortably in your small house.
>Almost instantly you catch their eyes darting around, looking at your stuff.
>Nosey bastard.
>It's not like you can prevent him from looking around, so you just sit down and wait for him to get bored.
>And that's when he grabs your journal.
>You wince as he does so, but don't stop him.
>Discord quickly goes through, before looking at you with a smirk.
>D: “Someone has been busy!”
>Probably referring to the notes you've been taking recently.
>If you're going to be an official detective, you want to be good at it.
>So you've filled your journal with a lot of notes on procedure and the like.
>D: “Nothing personal in here though, I thought you were a big fan of keeping a diary!”
K: “I am, and do. I just keep my personal journal separate from my work one.”
>You open a drawer at your desk, revealing a small lockbox.
>Discord frowns at the sight of it.
>D: “Those only open at the owner’s touch.”
>You can't help but crack a smile at his disappointment.
>D: “You're /such/ a party pooper!”
K: “Oh god, don't mention parties…”
>D: “You got the invite too eh? You better not skip!”
>It’s Fluttershy’s birthday party in a few days, which on paper doesn't sound bad.
>But from what you've heard, Pinkie has invited most of the town.
>Because a shy girl just loves a high profile birthday.

>>29767895
>D: “I can force you to go, you know.”
>Yes, you are very aware that you have no real say in the matter.
>But that doesnt mean you have to like it.
>Parties and you have never mixed, and seeing as how you very recently worked on a murder case here, people might still be curious.
>And that means small talk all night, never actually talking with the birthday girl who probably feels as awkward as you, and going home super late.
>If this were anybody else’s party, you could and probably would, skip in a heart beat.
>But this is Fluttershy, she took you in.
>Not to mention Discord’s pathetic crush is going to drive him to force you to come.
>You're pretty much in checkmate.
>The party is in a few days, so you have a little time to prepare.
>Not that it's going to help all that much.
>You'll just have to make the most of it.
K: “Did you come here for a reason, or are you just here to fuck with me?”
>D: “Just a friendly visit Khoa! Don't be so tense!”
>Sighing a bit, you sit back.
K: “I don’t try to be so tense, it's just how I am.”
>Discord smirks, forming an idea.
>D: “Maybe I can help with that!”
>Time to panic, he's planning shit.
>You shoot up, trying to push him outside.
>He, of course, doesn't make things easy for you.
>The altercation ends with you lying on your bed, panting heavily.
>D: “Nothing like a good exercise to loosen the muscles, right~?”
>That son of a bitch…
>You can't help but laugh.

>>29767900
>It’s not long before you’re alone again.
>You have no real cases right now, don’t have to worry about the party for a couple days, and as the sun begins to set, you know for a fact that visiting anybody in your small network of friends probably won’t be for all that long.
>Kind of feels like the nights leading up you getting here.
>Just you with nothing to do, nobody to really go see, just lying there with your own thoughts.
>It sends a chill down your spine.
>How much have things really changed for you in all this time?
>In some regards, a great deal, in others- not so much.
>There’s no way you could ever deny that you’re happier here, but to what end?
>Are you really content with everything?
>Things have been looking up lately, but the threat of things falling all the way back down is stil there.
>But, that’s to be expected, right?
>It would be more weird if you /didn’t/ feel off about this, right?
>You sigh, posing all these questions to yourself isn’t going to do anything.
>There is one thing you can do though, one thing the you before never really did.
>Try and take your mind off it.
>Sure, you can’t blame a guy in a deep depression for not trying to keep his mind off the pain, but you’re not exactly depressed anymore.
>Scarred, sure, but depressed? Not really.
>So you might as well be proactive about how shitty you’re starting to feel!
>Time to find yourself a good book…

>>29768018
>Might as well finish the series you’ve been working on.
>This is the fifth book in a series you’ve shamelessly been devouring.
>It’s probably because it’s the first /dragon/ romance novel you’ve found here.
>It’s honestly a little sad that you’ve almost finished the whole series, you’ve been reading it in your downtime ever since you moved in.
>Discord had apparently added them to your collection when your stuff was moved over here.
>For once, his antics will go on without any protest.
>”She knew, deep down, that could never go back to that small, sleepy village she had called home for that one blistering summer. Now she was on the road, lost and forlorn.”
>A depressing start, but based on the tone of the series, it’s a perfect way to start it.
>You’ll have to let Fluttershy borrow these once you’re finished…
>Lighting your lamp, you settle in for the night, fully expecting to spend the whole time reading.
>That’s until you hear a knocking at your door.
>Not even a few pages in, and you’re already being wrenched away from your book.
>The injustice of this world knows no bounds.

>>29768029
>Sighing, you trudge to your front door, cracking it open.
>It’s Twilight.
>Your grumpy mood softens a bit, it’s not some random pony asking you to find their hat or something asinine.
K: “What’s up?”
>She looks down a bit, like she doesn’t exactly want to spit it out.
>TS: “Well, uh… I wanted to ask…”
>C’mon, spit it out, friend or not, you want to get back to reading.
>TS: “Would you be willing to… take Spike to Fluttershy’s party? Like, you two go together?”
K: “I’m not interested in Spike, sorry. He’s a good friend but not my ty-”
>TS: “Not as a date! Just as a friend! Look, Discord is going to be there, and I need to make sure he’s not going to do anything!”
K: “You think Discord is going to try and mess up /Fluttershy’s/ party?
>TS: “Well, okay no, it’s just… well... “
K: “Do you have a date?”
>Maybe you /have/ gotten good at reading faces recently.
>Twilight begins to try and formulate a good lie, but you can tell she doesn’t have one.
>You smirk at her discomfort, deciding you’ll throw her a bone.
K: “Yeah, I’ll take Spike.”
>She looks like the weight of the world has been lifted from her shoulders.

Nobody actually want to talk about shit?

Gold Standard is rapidly approaching its conclusion, and I'm wondering what to make my new main green after that. Jazz is fun, but they're not really a main green kind of character, and Solvent exists for cross overs. So, do you guys have prompts or ideas you'd want to see me tackle?

>>29768320
>>29768351
Acutally now I'm curious. What makes a green, a main green?

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>>29768320
Why talk about shit when you can talk about dragons?

>>29764252
on the one hand it's two sexy fem dragons, but on the other hand it's two dudes in the bodies of sexy fem dragons my dick is confused

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>>29768379
Body plays a significant role in one's perception of the self, both on physical and psychological level. If one's body were to change into a body of a sexy dragoness, one would eventually come to perceive oneself as such, thus finalizing the transformation.
Once one truly sees oneself as a sexy dragoness with a kickass body, it's would be safe to say that consorting with such individual would only be about 10% gay.

>>29768370
For me it's a green with a deeper story, with arcs and deeper development. Like, Jazz most works in one offs, and universal solvent is a vehicle for cross over fics. Gold Standard has had a planned plot line, and is my main focus in writing in the thread.

>>29768402
That's less gay than bedding certain stocky females

>>29768402
Y-you too.

Alright lads, I'm continuing Tonics story. Took my ass long enough, right?

>Fluttershy leads you to a restaurant that fits the theme you set for the night: a higher class one.
>You hadn't even heard of, or seen it in the show.
>Guess the elite do well to hide their hangouts from the prying eyes of the lower class, even in Ponyville.
>The restaurant looks unassuming, the architecture looks just the same as everything else in this town.
>It's different when you walk through the door, though.
>Poeple dressed up nicely, wait staff in tuxedos, fancy kitchenware that's more expensive than your average car...
>At least you're wearing a dress made by none other than Ponyville's premier designer.
>Heh, you also swiped Twilight's money again...
>You lean down to Fluttershy, and talk quietly enough for just the two of you to hear.
"When I said 'higher class,' I didn't exactly mean five star. I can afford it, but I think you might be a bit under dressed...as in, not at all."
>F: "Oh, that's ok, the ponies know me here because I help take care of some of their expensive pets."
>Fluttershy has connections? This just keeps getting more and more interesting.
>One of the waiters leads you to a table, and you're being eyed the whole way there.
>The perks of being a pretty dragon in high society: everyone notices you.
>That's what this culture of uptight pricks is all about, getting noticed.
>Some of the people in the room give you dirty looks, presumably because you're taking all of the attention away from them. Good, let them squirm.
>Overall, the dinner was pretty fun. You got a lot of attention from the people sitting around you, be it from your being a dragon, your dress, or you being in the company of a well known veterinarian.
>You could get used to this life, it alsmost comes naturally to you. You just love seeing the looks on the faces of the ponies who are scorned by their peers as you get all of the attention.

Trying that again, here's more Reflection.

>Your first glance of Princess Celestia’s bedchambers made you realize, and quite instantly that:
>This was an entirely different world.
>There may be superficial similarities, but this was definitely not Earth.
>The sun simply should not have been able to shine like it was Princess Celestia’s apartments.
>Like soft spotlights, patches of wondrous and radiant sunlight shone upon key parts of the chamber.
>The shadows beyond the light were sudden and impenetrable, leaving portions of the room completely unlit.
>What was going on here?
>With inhuman grace, Princess Celestia walked straight across the room to lay on her divan by the empty hearth.
>She answered your unuttered question serenely.
”The brighter a light shines, the longer and darker the shadows it casts. Light or darkness, they both create disparity.”
>You approached slowly, taking in more of the room.
>”So this is all sunlight?”
>Princess Celestia nodded as you took a seat on the floor before her, where your platter of Artic Char was waiting
>You crossed your legs and got comfortable.
>The royal purple carpet was plush and warm, as clean as a fresh rain.
“Now then…”
>You looked at Princess Celestia, paying rapt attention as you ate your fish.
“You have your questions, and I have my own. I hope you’ll allow me to indulge mine a little first?”
>Princess Celestia continued as soon as you nodded your approval.
“Excellent. To begin, I have with me the things that you brought from earth. I’m curious about a few objects in particular.”
>Your stomach sank a little.
>Looks like this conversation was going to dive right where you wanted it to go the least.
>Princess Celestia’s horn lit up, and from a far flung corner of the room, a worn and beaten black backpack hovered out.
>It was definitely yours.
>Memories came unbidden to your mind, of what you’d been doing before you got here.

>>29768510
>You could practically hear the distant police sirens again, the carpet was almost like concrete.
>It was strange to see something so familiar in such an unfamiliar place.
>Princess Celestia unzipped the bag with her magic and turned it over.
>Thirty or so cans of spray paint tumbled out.
>Celestia smiled at them curiously, poking a few with her hoof to send them rattling and rolling around the floor.
“I’ve never seen these before, what are they?”
>You swallowed the bit of fish you were chewing on and picked up a can of green paint.
>”They’re cans of spray paint.”
“Spray paint?”
>You nodded.
>”Yeah, do you have a canvas or something? Something you don’t mind getting paint all over?”
>Princess Celestia blinked.
“You can use the carpet if you like, it can’t stain.”
>Your eyes wandered to the pristine purple carpet, then back to Celestia.
>”Are you… Sure?”
“Of course.”
>You sprayed a bright green circle onto Princess Celestia’s carpet, right in front of you.
“Ooohh…”
>Princess Celestia craned her neck out and stared intently at the green paint.
>A blush came unbidden to your cheeks.
>Celestia’s head was practically in your lap and she didn’t even seem to care.
“I see, it’s paint, but you can spray it onto surfaces instead of using a brush.”
>After a few seconds, the paint vanished and Princess Celestia pulled her head back to mark a few notes on a blackboard she poofed into existence behind her.
>Huh.
>Celestia did say the carpet couldn’t stain.
>You scratched the back of your head, staring, a little humbled, at your can of spray paint.
>”And this is the expensive stuff too…”

>>29768514
“Expensive?”
>”Yeah, it’s supposed to be as hard as possible to remove, weather resistant and everything.”
>You could see a million more questions forming in Princess Celestia’s eyes.
>But she just settled on one.
“What were you using it for?”
>You gulped and choked down the last of your Arctic Char for courage.
>”…Spraying graffiti…”
>Princess Celestia blinked and her ears twitched.
“What was that? You’re speaking very quietly Columba.”
>You cleared your throat.
>With your gaze set firmly on your interlocked, clawed toes, you spoke up a little.
>”I used all this stuff to spray graffiti around the city, back on Earth.”
“Really? I’m quite surprised, Columba. Can you tell me a bit about your experience right before you appeared in Equestria?”
>You sighed, leaning back.
>Princess Celestia was fair at least, seems she was going to at least listen to your story before punishing you for your crimes.
>You met Celestia’s gaze, fully prepared for a stern stare.
>But she was simply smiling.
>It threw you off a little.
>“Are you mad?”
”About what?”
>”The graffiti, it’s against the law after all.”
>Princess Celestia shrugged.
“I’ve yet to see you do it here in Equestria, and it’s not really a crime that’s worth pursuing the culprit across dimensions for.”
>You huffed.
>”I vandalized loads of people’s private property, along with government buildings.”
>Giggling, Celestia gave you a little tap on the shoulder with her wing.
“I’ve never seen someone so keen on receiving punishment.”

Hope you're all enjoying it. Headed into work, but I'll be lurking.

>>29768517
Looking good, I eagerly await more

>>29768500
>Eventually, you remember why you're here and focus most of your attention onto Fluttershy.
>You are quite certain that Discord is watching you from somewhere. If he doesn't want to be found, he won't be.
>He doesn't need to be found, he just needs to see this.
>For a while you forget about your mission again, as talking to Fluttershy is actually really engaging when you get passed her wall of awkwardness.
>Your check comes and signals the approaching end of the night.
>Oh shit, you've got to try something now.
"I'm actually really surprised that you've come so far out of your shell. I hear it's not your style."
>Fluttershy averts her eyes from you.
>F: "Well, it's easier to talk to some ponies..."
>She makes it too easy.
"You saying you feel comfortable around me? That's really sweet."
>You put on your best sultry eyes again and grip the sides of the table with both of your hands, leaning in slowly.
"Maybe I can get you to come out of your shell even more, maybe we can do something crazy. Right here."
>Fluttershy's eyes meet yours again. Her pupils shrink, and her cheeks turn a dark red as she begins to shake and sweat.
>F: "L-like w-what?"
>You lean in closer and slide your right hand toward her.
>She closes her eyes tightly and awaits whatever is next.
>D: "Stop!"
>Discord's voice rings out, and everyone in the restaurant freezes...quite literally.
>Time appears to have stopped except for you and Discord, who has just appeared by your table.
>D: "Fine! What do you want to know?!"

>>29768694
>You look over at Discord with a smug grin.
"Finally decided to come around, eh? Good, I want to know what you know about the humans here and how they died. I'd also like to find out why you lied to me and made it seem like you had no idea what they were!"
>Discord's look of fear only grows worse as you finish your request.
>D: "Absolutely not! That's sensitive information!"
>You gesture over to the frozen Fluttershy, her eyes clenched shut and her lips puckered.
"Fine, then unfreeze them and let me continue..."
>He looks at Fluttershy and winces.
>D: "Ok, ok, defuse this situation and then I'll tell you everything!"
"Oh no, I'm not gonna ruin this perfect moment until I have what I need! You're in no position to negotiate, either tell me what you know or my tongue gets to dance around in Fluttershy's mouth."
>D: "No need to be so...graphic!"
>Instead of grabbing any of the empty chairs around him, he conjures one of his own and sits down, letting out a sigh as he does.
>D: "I liked the humans for the same reason I liked you: they represented uncertainty. When they came, they threw a wrench in the precious gears of the world. I sat back and watched the chaos with anticipation, but I never really paid attention to the boring stuff..."
>You stare at him unblinkingly.
"You're still not telling me everything."
>D: "...The humans did what humans do: they bred out of control and needed more and more space for their special brand of society."
>Discord scoffs and shifts in his seat.
>D: "It was the Elements of Harmony, I'd know their aura anywhere. Celestia used them on the humans, and they were no more. I've recently been trying to coax a confession out of her, because Luna doesn't know about it! I didn't want someone brash like you messing with my plan! That's all I know, I swear!"
>You stare at him inquisitively, trying to see if he's lying.
>You doubt you could tell it he was, but it scares him all the same.

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>>29769040
good shit mate

>>29768447
Zarya is a goddess

>>29769040
>He's missing a few details, but he's also filled in some blanks.
>Maybe he doesn't know that they were turned to dragons...
>How does he explain their sudden change in behavior then?
>You think he cares?
>Your conversation with yourself in interrupted by Discord.
>D: "Are you quite satisfied? Just promise me you won't do anything hasty, Celestia is very powerful. That, and I want to mess with her myself..."
>He doesn't understand just what she's done, but now isn't the time to tell him. You'll wait for another time when you're alone...and time isn't frozen.
"Yeah...I'll need some time to let this sink in."
>Discord stands up and gets rid of his chair. He turns to walk away and gets ready to snap his finger and return time to normal.
"Hey, wait!"
>He turns to face you, a forlorn look crosses his face.
"...I'm sorry. You know you wouldn't have told me any of this if I had asked nicely."
>D: "I suppose you're right."
>He brings his hand up again and you frantically put yourself back in place before he resumes time.
>The sounds of bustling waiters, conversations and metal on plates comes rushing back to your ears as movement resumes around you.
>You continue sliding your hand toward her, but you instead grab the check that had been placed in front of her.
>Fluttershy opens her eyes at the sound of the paper wrinkling in your grasp.
"Allow me..."
>Her flustered face is overcome with confusion.
>F: "W-what about...doing something crazy?"
>You lower your voice again, and put on a mischievous smile.
"We can over-tip the waitress, make everyone else in here look poor by comparison. The ultimate power play!"
>Her smile comes back, and she starts giggling.
>F: "That could rustle some feathers!"

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>>29769688
fucking unf

>>29769818
Too hawt

>>29769818
Damnit Scruffy

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>tfw just had to wait out a 3 day ban.
Hope you all haven't missed my shitty green too much.

Let's be honest though, there's a pretty good chance I wouldn't have had an update ready anyway.

I'm gonna be working on a one-shot for either later tonight or maybe tomorrow pending on how shit goes, so yeah, let's see where that goes.

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>>29768379
Khoa is the most effeminate of the two, and she's definitely way more in touch with the feminine side of her personality than she is with her masculine side.

Daze on the other hand is a lot more masculine, and not ladylike /at all/. I think it's safe to say that she's predominantly masculine as opposed to feminine despite being a chick.

In short; Daze is masculine, Khoa is feminine. They're also polar opposites which makes them the qtiest of p2tiest couples.

Fap away Anon, it's only about 10% or 15% gay.

>>29770715
That's pretty good. Normal porn is like 5% gay because there's a dick there in general

>>29770625
You don't give yourself enough credit, embrace the writfag within you

>>29769689
Anything you'd like to see from Tonic in particular

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>when the dragon feels hit hard
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6h2TEguVHjw

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who would care for hybrids??

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>>29772872
also a cute, not so spoopy pic

>>29772872
>>29772882
What kind of combos do you think we could get with dragon ponies?

>Dragons and unicorns? Dragons and Pegasi?

What about different kinds of dragons added?

>>29773087
that sounds like a fun challenge

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>>29772872
>>29772882
It's like she's a weresatan, adorable.
>>29761970
I know this is late but I think Jazz could mesh well with Columba. Her very open minded nature would make her a perfect mark for Jazz's magic tricks. Also they're both in Canterlot Castle.
And have complementing color schemes.
>>29773087
Gaping Dragon pegasus, for excessive hooves and wing power, at the cost of good looks.

>>29773087
Disregarding the logistics of the whole process that would create such a hybrid...

Dominant dragon genes
>earth pone - big and strong wingless dragons
>pegasi - smaller, lighter and faster winged dragons
>unicorns - average size, weaker but smarter dragons, possibly breathing magic instead of fire
Dominant pony genes
>earth pone - average size and strength that of Big Macintosh, resilient, possibly capable of intimidating (for a pony) roar
>pegasi - slightly bigger than average pony, larger wingspan and can fly in winds that would send tumbling average pegasi
>unicorns - somewhat bigger, capable of enduring more magical strain with no prior training, innate reistance to magic, familiar with and stronger with magic that involves the element breathed by it's parent
God I love theorycrafting.

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>>29773441
something a lil like this?,,working on pony dominate atm too,,

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>>29773441
>>29773485

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>>29773441
what if ponies back in medieval time bred with dragons to create berserker ponies to win some war, but it backfired and is what helped to shape the dragon lands to look as it is,, serving as a battle ground, with in a few generations of interbreeding, some other cause, be it magic or by disease cause this hybrid species to loose it ability to procreate, and the only notion of them possibly existing, is in what ponies in the modern day think was only a fairy tales to keep little foals in check

>>29773485
That's a bit... too much.
Too many wings, too many legs.
Looks like Twilight's failed polymorph experiment. No offense.
>>29773519
That's what I meant. Mostly pony who possesses some traits of a noble fire-breathing lizard.
>>29773633
Well such hybrids would /probably/ be created through magic, seeing how different dragons and ponies are. Thus it would be highly unlikely that they would be able to reproduce. Hell, there's no telling that each of such hybrids is not unique in it's genetic makeup so even if two hybrids were... compatible, they wouldn't be able to conceive. A sad story indeed.
Earth pony hybrids would be the most likely candidates for the fierce berserker warriors, with the rest assigned to do... other things. Unicorn hybrids would make excellent battlemages it seems.

Reminds me a bit of Sapkowski's witchers - people mutated into formidable monster slayers with the same price paid for their new abilities - the ability to procreate.

>>29773686
All g, its fun doing some sketches,

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>>29773766
gator poner is a cute,,

>>29773686
A witcher like story, but with hybrid ponies. I could get behind this

>>29773946
Gator unicorn does that swamp magic

Now then. Expect a one shot later on tonight, or.. Well.. Eventually. It's going to be quite a long one I think. Might adapt into more of a side-story as opposed to /just/ a one-shot.
>>29773946
>>29773633
>>29773519
>>29773485
>>29772882
>>29772872
Damn purple, you're good to us.

>>29768032
>You chuckle a little at her relief.
>It’s weird, you’re the one being the good friend and doing her a favor.
>Normally it would be the other way around, especially when somebody like Twilight is involved.
K: “Want to come in for a bit? I could probably make some tea or…”
>It just kind of forces its way out of your mouth.
>Normally you’d have just seen her off and that’s that.
>But, you genuinely want to just hang out for a bit.
>Some analyst or armchair psychologist would probably say it’s you acclimating to your surroundings and accepting it as your new reality.
>You’re just going to call it trying.
>Twilight accepts the offer, walking in slowly.
>TS: “Cozy little place you’ve got here!”
>Oh smalltalk, the backbone of all awkward conversations.
>No surprise that it is awkward though, you spend far more time with Spike than you do with her.
>But, it's not like you two can't get along- it's just the effort hasn't entirely been there.
K: “Y'know, I'm still shocked by everything that's happened to me recently.”
>TS: “I would be too, it's a lot to take in. You're taking it immensely well thoigh.”
>Are you?
>It doesn't feel like that, it feels like you've been floundering around this whole time.
>You smile a little, looking down.
K: “Tea?”
>TS: “Um, yes please.”

>>29774702
>You've always been decent at making drinks, although coffee was always more your speed.
>But the tea here is pretty good, so you make do.
>You've given up trying to figure out what is engineering and what is enchantment here anymore.
>All that you know is that you have a
working stove and that's all that matters.
>TS: “Do you think you came from one of those nomadic dragon tribes?”
>You shrug, it's about as good as your answers can be on the matter.
>TS: “I've been reading up on dragons recently, Out From The Dragonlands, anatomy texts, the works of Asmod and the like…”
>Hearing that name almost makes you drop the kettle.
K: “A-Asmod…?”
>Twilight nods, obviously seeing nothing horribly wrong about the name.
>TS: “One of the few widely published dragon scholars, of course I'd read his work. A real shame he disappeared before publishing anything further.”
>Disappeared?
>That can’t be right, can it?
K: “Is Asmod a… common name?”
>Twilight shakes her head.
>Shit.
>You rush the tea, bringing it over.
K: “I might need to borrow those books. Actually, I do, badly.”

>>29774706
The plot thickens

>>29774706
>the works of Asmod
shit, strap in lads

>>29774706
It's shit.

>>29774706
Good stuff Kola

>>29774600
I eagerly await whatever's next

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You have to love your dragon. Fire pussy or not.

>ponies

Typing away furiously to try and get this one-shot ready. Don't 404 on me yet you motherfucker!

>>29776040
cute

>>29774706
>You manage to convince Twilight to get you the books after she finishes her tea.
>You're on edge the whole time, just waiting for her to get back.
>She's back as soon as possible, carting a few large, dusty old books.
>Helping her set them down, you glance at the title of the last book.
>”On The Superiority of Dragon-Kind”.
>Twilight sighs a little, noticing your confusion.
>TS: “It's general consensus that Asmod’s final work should be disregarded, but I thought it would be worth the read, so i managed to dig up an old copy.”
>Old is right, it's by far the most banged up book in the small collection.
>And yet, this small black book fills you with a creeping dread.
K: “You said you wished he wrote more?”
>TS: “Controversial does not mean poorly done. I absolutely disagree but there's genius in that mind somewhere.”
>You open it up to the first page, starting to read.
>”In all my years, never have I held any equine being with any form of sympathy. They are so radically different that any common ground is practically impossible to reach. And that is, in the most rudimentary terms, why the citizens of Equestria must one day be stamped out from this world.”
K: “Jeez…”
>TS: “Some say Asmod went mad, writing this right before his disappearance. Others claim he was mad all along, and simply worked to a point of status before showing his real colors.”
>Asmod, a mad draconian scholar with a burning hatred towards ponies who disappeared ages ago.
>Yet, he's not only alive, but manipulating your life.
K: “I… how was this received?”
>TS: “Some dragons praised this as his magnum opus, others feared he would spark retaliation from Equestria and cut ties with him… Princess Celestia, well…”
>You don't even want to ask.
>But you know she's going to tell anyways.
>TS: “She's the reason he disappeared…”

Without further delay, here's a big fuckin' one-shot ft. Daze and Khoa. Feel free to give crit, praise, or "fucking kill yourself, my man's."

>Your eyes slowly blink their way open as you lay half asleep before letting out a yawn and wetting the inside of your mouth with your tongue.
>Drinking has its perks, but one of them certainly isn't dry mouth, that shit's uncomfortable as all hell.
>Man, this bed is fucking comfortable.
>If it weren't for your golden friend snoring her ass off next to you while cutting off circulation in your leg with her tail, you don't think you could be much more content right now.
>You glance over to your bed-buddy before giving her a light shake.
"Khoa wakey wakey rise and shine.."
>"Nnnf.. Mrrm.. Five more.. *yawn* minutes.. ~*"
>She tightens her tail around your leg and tries to put her arm over you.
>Oh no you fucking dont.
>You pluck her arm up off of you with two claws and drop it down on the bed, all the while with a scowl plastered across your face.
"Yeah, nah, that'll be enough of that. Khoa, wake the fuck up."
>"M...mmrr.. Noo.. Five m- WAH- AHR!"
>*THUD*
>That'll teach her for not getting up and making you your breakfast.
>You glance down at your companion sprawled out on the floor as she picks herself up rubbing her head.
>"What was that for you jerk!"
>You roll over out of bed yourself to begin routing through your wardrobe for something to wear.
"Toast, scrambled egg, now. Besides, I'm up, so you should be as well."
>Khoa just looks at you with an angry look on her face before picking herself up and stomping off downstairs while grumbling to herself.
>Cute.
>You have a giggle to yourself while you route through your wardrobe looking for something to wear that isn't completely fucked.
>There you go, this'll do nicely.

>>29777132
>You had fancy horse make you a few bits and pieces when you first got here, and this was one of them.
>A replica of a sex pistols "destroy" concert tshirt in black, couple of pulls and tears in it from your various weekend pub adventures.
>Imperfect, just how you like it, and.. Fuck, where are all of your fucking jeans?
"KHOA!"
>"What now?!"
"Jeans, where the fuck are they?"
>"I put them in the wash! You hadn't cleaned them since getting here!"
"Well, fuck."
>You dig further into the wardrobe, only to find the shredded remains of that dress that Discord stuck onto you a couple of months back.
>In its current state, it looks more like some sort of punk-chick's skirt.
"God fucking dammit Khoa.."
>You'll get her back for this.
>With no other option, you throw on your newly acquired skirt, and throw a couple of your studded leather belts around it to make it look a little less gay.
>One quick glance in the mirror before you head downstairs confirms that yep, sexy as fuck, as always.
>F I N G E R G U N S .
>Time to knock em' dead, champ.
>....
>You make your way out of the bedroom and jump to slide down the stair rail only to fall off of the side of the stairs and roll over onto your sofa with a crash, taking what was left of the banisters with you.

>>29777137
"What the fu- Oh, yeah, smashed em' with a bat, forgot about that"
>You dust yourself off, give your noggin' a shake and strut into the kitchen while in a relatively good mood.
"What's cookin' good lookin?"
>Khoa just shoots you an angry glance and a blush before it all melts away into hysterical laughter.
>"Daze.. *pfft*.. Dahahaha! What the heck are you wearing!"
"Yeah, yeah, get it all out."
>You shove her aside and empty the eggs she was cooking onto a plate and grab the toast in perfect timing as it springs out of your toaster before sitting at your table to dig in.
>mad skillz
"At least I fucking wear clothes, unlike some people!"
>"Hey! You're the weird one here! Nobody else even wears clothes!"
"Not the fucking point, you're from Earth as well mate, what'd your mum think if she saw you walking around town all naked and shit? Slut."
>She just looks at you before scrunching up her nose and brow in a mix of anger and embarrassment.
>You just take another bite of your toast and smirk back at her shaking in anger at you.
>"Don't you dare call me a slut when you dress like that!"
>Like shooting fish in a barrel.
"Didn't hear you complaining last night about it, "Right there!" "Faster!" "Oh, Daze! Call me your b -"
>"OKAY! Enough! I get it! Gosh, mornings are always such a chore with you, you know that?"
"Hell yeah they are. Hey! This gives me an idea though. You got anything going on today?"
>"Uhhh... Not right now... Why?"
"Well, ya' do now, because we're gonna go to the big ass fancy horse city and get you some new totally kick-ass threads, on me!"
>"Ohhhh no. No way. You're not dressing me like mini-Daze, nah-ah, no way, nada, not happening."
"Oh please, get that stick out of your ass, we're going."
>You finish off your food before standing up and throwing the plate over your shoulder like a Frisbee causing it to smash into the sink.
>"Was there any point in that?"
*shrug*

>>29777142
[POV SHIFT TO KHOA]
>Fuck.
>Nope, not even going to sugarcoat this situation, just fuck.
>You are Khoa the golden dragon, and you're being dragged through town by your girlfriend towards the train station while she babbles on about how she's going to make you look "fuckin' rad" by taking you to Manehattan on a shopping trip.
>You don't really care about stuff like this, even as a human, you never really considered yourself much of a fashion conscious type.
"Daze, slow down! This isn't necessary, really!"
>"Like fuck if it isnt. How the fuck do you expect to survive the winter? We're big lizards, know what that means? Cold blooded. You'll freeze to death."
"You're really rolling with that as your excuse for dragging me along for your dumb trip?"
>"I mean yeah, unless you have some better bullshit reason you want to share with me?"
>You just let out a sigh of defeat as you're dragged up onto the platform by your hand, all the while Daze beams with joy at the guy behind the ticket counter.
>God, that's creepy.
>You don't think you've ever seen her genuinely happy about anything before that didn't involve either fighting, alcohol, or fire.
>Maybe you can tolerate some of this trip for her sake.
>Besides, what's the worst that could happen? It's a shopping trip for the love of God. Maybe you're just overreacting again. You do worry too much..
[5 HOURS LATER]
>You are Daze
>Fucking hell, your back hurts thanks to these stupid fucking pony chairs on these stupid fucking pony trains.
>Why the fuck do they have to be so small, this is racism, you want a dragon train car.
>Fucking bullshit, you should put a claim in for back and neck injury.
>Just as your thought finishes sinking in, you can feel the train slowly creaking to a stop at it grinds along the rickety metal tracks below.

>>29777149
"Thank fuck for that, we're here."
>"You don't say Daze"
"Oh, c'mon, you still upset? I promise, this'll be fun. You need something to wear man, what if we ever go out somewhere? Fancy events and all that shit? Can't wear your armour for that."
>You knock on your own head with a fist to emphasise your point as you lead the way out of the train with your partner in crime trailing along behind you.
>You don't get why she's so wound up about this, she always fucking moans about you not doing anything nice for her, and you've brought her on a shopping trip to Manehattan of all places, and according to fancy white horse, this place is the fucking fashion district of Equestria aside from Canterlot.
>Fucking women.
>Daze, you're a woma-
>Fuck off brain, not right now.
>As the two of you walk through the crowded station, you hear her calling out behind you in the distance.
>You glance over your shoulder to see her stood outside of the train car getting hustled and bustled back and forth between ponies as she tries to edge her way forward through the crowd.
>"Daze! Wait up! H-hey, sorry, excuse me, coming through!"
>You let out a frustrated exhale through your nose before turning back around and shoving your way through the crowd to get her.
>She can't do the "o-oh! e-excuse me!" bullshit, especially not in a city like this, people don't have time for that shit.
>?: "HEY!"
>?: "Ow!"
>?: "You stepped on my hoof!"
>?: "HEY! Watch where you're walkin-"
"Fucking do something about it then cunt."
>?: "..."
>You flick the worried looking horse on his snout as he just stands there with a flustered look staring back at you.
"Yeah, that's what I fucking thought, now fuck off. C'mon Khoa.
>The pair of you shove your way through the crowd all the while Khoa is apologising to everyone you shove past.

>>29777153
>Give me strength Zeus.
>As you both finally step out of the station, you find yourself in an upper-class end of a city that looks reminiscent of New York.
>The buildings seem to go on forever, and you can't see any sky on the horizon.
>God, you love this shit, reminds you of back home. Even if you're not a fucking yank, you can appreciate the impersonal vibe of this place. Nobody gives a fuck what you're doing, nobody is in your business, they're all too wrapped up in their own bullshit.
>Don't have such luxuries like that back in Ponyville, especially with royalty living on your doorstep.
"Right! Let's see, where to first. Oh! How about the Coltchi store, or Hoofsengross? Rara says they're good or some shit, some of the best designers in town? Get you a vest, or a tshirt, or a -"
[POV SWITCH TO KHOA]
>You are Khoa.
>Today is going to be a long one.
>Judging from what little of the sun you can see in the sky from the tall buildings all around you, you make that it's about 4 in the afternoon.
>You just stare at your companion as she lists off a whole bunch of designer brands that you've never heard of before.
>Despite how crazy it is that you woke up this morning without any plans of heading to the city, the biggest thing to shock you is Daze's surprisingly broad knowledge on fashion.
>With the way pony society is, there's very few bargain basement tier places when it comes to buying clothes, as the only ponies that wear them are either stinking rich, require them for work, or are attending formal occasions.
>You've never really given it much thought until now, but does Daze consider herself /well dressed/? Maybe it's some weird fashion thing you're not aware of where she intentionally dresses the way she does despite knowing it's ghastly, kinda' like punks did back in the 1970's.
>Mental note: Ask her about this when you don't plan on torturing her.

>>29777165
>"Oh! Oh! Oh! I know just where to go. They'll definitely have something you'll like."
>As you're dragged along (again) by your overexcited girlfriend, you decide to mess with her a bit, this'll teach her for pushing you out of bed and dragging you to a fucking city without any in-depth planning.
"Daze! Jesus! You're acting like such a woman. Since when were you interested in clothes and fashion? Are you feeling okay?"
>"H-hey! J-just because I like clothes doesn't mean shit, take that back!"
"Struck a nerve have we? Nope, not taking anything back."
>"Whatever, it doesn't matter worth a fuck anyway, we both know you're the submissive one, do you need me to remind you again? "Oh Da-"
"You already did that line this morning."
>"Fucking hell, you're no fun. Hey, anyway, we can carry on our lovers tiff later, because look, we're here."
>You were way too caught up in your conversation with Daze to notice the building the two of you just walked up to.
>Wow, just.. Wow.
>Before you is a dark coloured skyscraper that stretches into the air like an imposing monolith, with a seemingly none existent lobby, and instead, in its place, a colossal store decked out in gold with "COLTCHI" sitting in bold golden letters above the door.
"Wow, and you thought that carousel boutique was gaudy."
>"Christ Khoa, you're meant to be the smart one. Don't you have any taste? You do know where we are, right?"
"Some big ugly store in Manehattan?"
>"Not just any big ugly store in Manehattan my dear Khoa!"
>She kneels to get down to your level and puts her arm around your shoulder to pull you in close. Before outstretching her arm to emphasise the vast size of the store in front of us.
>"A big ugly store full of fucking Coltchi!"
>Wait.. Coltchi.. Gucci?
>Where was the Gucci store in New York again?
>Can't put your finger o-
"You brought me to fucking Trump Tower Daze?"
>"Yup, now come the fuck on, let's get in there and get you something to wear."
>For the love of..

>>29777177
>?: "Ms. Daze! How good to see you again!"
>What the fuck?
>"Now then Glitter, how goes it?"
>Glitter: "Things are well my dear! It has been quite some time since I saw you last however, we must catch up! Are you here to see our latest collection or are you hear to dress your rather bare looking friend here?"
>The cream coated pony who who was just talking to Daze turns to you with a raised brow, as she flicks her straightened black hair aside, causing you return to her an equally as puzzled look before you turn to Daze with a smirk.
"Been here before Daze?"
>"Not a fucking word Khoa, and Glitter, nah, not me this time, my uh.. "Friend" here seems to think it's socially acceptable walking around in the clam constantly, treat her right, yeah?"
>Glitter: "Of course, of course! Now, what are we going to be doing with you? A dress? Or more the casual type?"
"Actually I'm more the casua-"
>Before you can even finish your sentence, you're surrounded by a cloud of tape measures, pins, and fabrics of every colour imaginable floating around you like a vortex.
>Glitter: "Casual! Excellent! Well, Daze has an excellent eye for that rugged punk look, perhaps something along those lines would work well for you too, yes?"
>You fucking knew it, she dresses like that on purpose!
"N-no, I mean, maybe just like a hoodie or something like that? I really lik-"
>"Khoa, just listen to Glitter, she knows what you want, trust me on this."
"No, but I.."
>Glitter: "Or maybe you'd look better with a more feminine look? You certainly have the body for it.."
>She wraps a tape around your waist with a bit too much invasiveness as Daze chimes in.
>"Ey, what about a light gray and white dazzle camo vest, a short skirt, because *unf* and.. Glitter, you can make boots, right?"
>Glitter: "Why, of course! You have such an eye for these things my darling, it would look simply marvellous on her!"

>>29753393
I see breasts on those dragons. This is clearly breaking the no anthro rule.

>>29777185
>While all of this chaos is going on, between you getting pulled back and forth, Daze making a camera lens with her fingers, and a whole manner of junk flying around you, you try to get your word out but neither of them are listening.
>Fuck this, you thought she'd at least consider what you wanted if she was dragging you along for this, you're not some fashion project for her or her stupid upper-class jerk friend.
"Enough!"
>They both just stare at you blankly while you have material wrapped around you, and a whole bunch of other shit drops to the floor as Glitter turns off her magic bullshit.
>You're so done here.
"I thought you were trying to do something /for me/ Daze, you're inconsiderate as hell, and I'm SICK of it!"
>"Hey, who the fuc-"
>You jab her in the chest with your finger.
"No Daze, who the fuck do you think /you/ are talking to."
>She just stares back at you with a blank look on her face before snapping back to the situation and sneering her teeth at you and growling.
>"Know what, fuck it. I'm out."
>And with that, she shoves past you and heads out of the store while Glitter just looks at you sheepishly.
>You tear off what's left of all of this stupid shit she's wrapped you up in and head out of the store yourself in the opposite direction of Daze.
>Fuck her, you shouldn't have come on this trip to start with, and she knows how she grinds on you under these kinds of situations.
[POV SHIFT TO DAZE]
"FUCK!"
>You kick a can into a wall causing it to bounce off like it's made of rubber and hit you in the head.
>Fucking stupid cartoon physics.
>Fucking stupid Khoa.

>>29777185
yeah this thread's gone to shit

>>29777194
"CUNT!"
*CRK*
"TWAT!"
*CRK*
"SHIT!"
*KICK*
>After a good 30 seconds of smashing that can into the ground, you continue your walk down the street making sure to look as intimidating as is possible to avoid anyone from thinking it's a wise idea to fuck with you right now.
>Luckily, it doesn't take much effort. Even if you are wearing a skirt, you are also a dragon, and nobody fucks with dragons.
>This body does have its perks sometimes, you'll give it that.
>It's not your fault that Khoa doesn't get fashion, she should have just listened to you and Glitter.
>Sure, Glitter is a massive pretentious cunt, but she runs the fucking Coltchi store, she knows what she's talking about, and she's never set you wrong so far.
>You let out a sigh as you continue down the street until you reach the dingiest looking shithole bar you can find.
>Ever since money moved into this part of town, it's become difficult to find somewhere that isn't full of fucking student horses and hipsters.
>"Jax Bar" looks promising, guy spells his name with an X, so you know he must be a weird motherfucker.
>You head on in and sit your ass down to prepare for a solid drinking session at the poorly lit bar where a roughed up steroid junkie looking Minotaur stands waiting to serve you.
>Place is fucking dead aside from you here, so the poor cunt could probably use the business.
>Minotaur: "What'll it be"
"Lager. Actually, make that two."
>Minotaur: "You're the boss."
"Fucking A right I am."
>You down your first pint while fucking roid rage here behind the bar pulls your second.
>Minotaur: "So, what brings you around here anyway? Don't think I've seen you before. Don't get an awful lot' none-locals around here."
"Original idea was shopping with our lass, but it turned into a fucking blood bath, naturally. Fucking women mate."

>>29777209
>The big burly cunt just looks at you with a shocked expression.
"To answer it before you ask it, yes, lesbians. Technically. It's fucking complicated."
>The guy just lets out a laugh while shaking his head at you.
>Minotaur: "I'm sure it is. Name's Jax."
>He reaches out a hand for you to shake.
"Daze."
>... [2 HOURS... AND 3 PINTS LATER]
>You've been shooting the shit for the past couple of hours with your newfound friend.
>Guy's pretty cool, all "muh gainz" shit aside.
>You've just spent the past 30 minutes giving him the quick rundown on todays events to bring him up to speed with why you're hanging out in his shithole bar.
>He finds your mental as fuck stories of Earth quite entertaining, and you find his stories of his life beating the shit out of his patrons with "the problem solver" (his handy cricket bat) equally as funny, so you got on like a house on fire with the fightin' talk.
>Jax: "You know, you could just apologise, I kind of see where the girl is coming from in her defence."
"Mate, c'mon, you're supposed to be on my side. It's not my fucking fault she went off on one."
>Jax: "It kind of is though, you can't fucking talk to women like that you idiot."
"Why the fuck not?"
>He stares at you before pointing in your face.
>Jax: "Because when you do, that's when shit like this happens. I get you're young, and incredibly stupid, but just think about what I've said."
"Ehh, whatever you say. I'm out anyway man. Might catch your ugly ass next time I'm in these parts."
>And with that, you plop down off of your bar stool and start your trudge towards the door.
>Jax: "Remember! Take my advice, you numb-skull!"
>Yeah, yeah, whatever.

>>29777217
>You wave over your shoulder and head out into the cold of the city, cutting off the end of his sentence with the closure of his own door.
>You look around as you step out of the bar and notice that it's gotten considerably quieter, and quite a bit dimmer since you first stormed your ass down here earlier today.
>Maybe roidy was right, you were a little rough with her earlier.
>With a sigh of defeat, you decide that it's time you headed back to the station to find her. It's always been an unwritten rule between the two of you to meet back where you started, so that's as good of a place to start as any when looking for her.
>You do have to make one stop first though.
[MEANWHILE, ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE NEIGHBOURHOOD]
>You are Khoa.
>You're still angry about Daze treating you like shit earlier, but what the hell did you expect. It's Daze.
>She doesn't grasp things like a normal person, she is British after all.
>You've just spent the past two hours sat in this cosy little coffee-shop type thing in the student district watching all of the ponies go about their day to day city lives while you sit and sip on some hot coco from the sidelines.
>You half regret dropping out back on Earth, that could have been you if you stuck it out.
>You let out a deep sigh.
>Great, now you feel even worse than you did when you first got here, and you've ruined your new comfy place.
>Fuck.
>Oh well, it looks like it's getting late anyway, may as well head back to the station, go home, read some smut in the tub, and forget today ever happened.
>You hop to your feet and make your way outside to be hit by the cold evening air of the city causing you to shiver.
>Maybe Daze wasn't entirely wrong in her reasoning, you are fucking freezing, and after spending your time in a quaint little town like Ponyville, you've forgotten just how chilly these cities can get after hours.

>>29777222
>So not only are you in a bad mood, now you have to admit (to yourself at least) that Daze was at least part right, and now you're freezing your butt off.
>Today has sucked.
>....
>By the time you reach the station, you can see a wobbly legged and groggy looking dragoness standing outside the main arches propping herself up against the wall, presumably waiting for you with a Coltchi bag in her claws.
>She doesn't look too great. Probably spent most of the day in a bar like she does every time the two of you have a fight.
"You ready to go home Daze?"
>"Huh? Oh.. Yeah, sure.."
>With that, she starts to shakily walk her way through the station with you in tow just like the two of you did this morning, the only difference this time being that there's hardly anyone around to stop the pair of you in your tracks.
>Luckily for you, the train is on time, so you won't have to deal with making small talk, she's probably going to just pass out and fall asleep as soon as you board anyway.
>Daze unlatches the door of the train, and climbs aboard while you follow along behind her before throwing herself down across the first two chairs she sees and gets herself comfortable.
>Despite not being in the best of moods with her, you slip into the seat opposite her and stare out of the window while waiting for the train to set off. It'll be good to get home.
>.. *chk chk*... *chk chk*
>"Mrmhph"
>It's about 9pm now, and it's dark out.
>You've just glanced over at Daze to see her murmuring in her sleep about whatever you assume has pissed her off in her dream.
>Oh, wait, that's what she's murmuring about, she dropped her bag.
>You scoot up to the edge of your seat and pick it up to hand it back to her to hold while she's in dream land.
>Wonder what she bought anyway.
>Couldn't hurt to take a look.

>>29777229
>You pop open the seal on the top of the bag and notice.. A gift-wrapped box?
>Wonder who this is for.
>You slide it out of the thick paper bag to get a better look, and notice that it's addressed.. To you..?
>Huh.. Odd.
>Under normal circumstances, you'd put it the fuck back, but hey, it IS yours, and she HAS given you a lot of shit today.
>You use your claws to carefully remove the Coltchi branded wrapping paper and find another box inside with a message written onto the front of it.
>"Sorry for being a massive cunt. I know that you went to university back home, but you know that I have shit memory, so I took a wild stab in the dark at which one it might have been. - Daze"
>You can't wait any longer, so you opt to flip open the lid of the box open and take a peak inside.
>You're met with a deep red oversized fabric with "HARVARD" stitched across the front in layered black on white fabric.
>Pulling it out of the box, you come to realise that it's an oversized hoodie that Daze almost definitely modelled off of herself for the sizing.
>The corners of your mouth perk up into a little smile as you look over to her sleeping with your own lidded eyes and pull your new article of clothing over your head before scooching up next to her on her makeshift bench bed to get into the little spoon position with your hood up.
>She's not always the worst, and when she isn't, it always reminds you of why you still stick by her.
THE END

Thanks for reading and shit. Story will be up on my Pastebin, and the main story will be updated eventually. This whole thing was just a semi-experimental one-shot to see how I write character interaction and Khoa in general.

>>29777239
I really enjoyed this

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>>29777205
Sorry you didn't like it Anon, if you have any specific criticisms, or ideas to help improve my content, by all means let me know.
>>29777295
Cool, glad you liked it Anon.

bunp

>>29777239
Comfy as shit, m8

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You become the last dragon you've seen in a movie, tv show or video game. Also you get transported to Equestria.
How many bitches will you pull?

Got Kalameet, I'd estimate fifty or so ravaged marepusses.

>>29778760
Ord from fuckin' dragon tales... getting mad tail

It rather quiet tonight

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>>29779719
It's just a prank, bro

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>>29778760
>drawing dragons in dragon thread.
>do research.
>looking at dragon pics for inspiration and references.
>watching dragon-oriented mlp episodes for a refresher.

Is this even legit?

>>29779719
I'm mostly quiet because I'm busy most of the time. Drawing something takes ages for me, that's what I get for being new.

>>29779765
Just sort of feels it as the discussion has kinda dropped of a bit
I guess it sorta is???
all f with the drawing stuff,, takes a bit of practice to get quicker

>>29773686
Dragons in D&D typically mate with anything and everything, so from that standpoint it's perfectly conceivable for a pony and dragon to bear children together.

>>29779860
>D&D dragons the size of a truck
>dog-sized ponies
You gonna need a lot of lube.

>>29779955
i spose they would be showered in it if theblube fails