Dragon Transformation General #6.5

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/29753393/

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

>>29780852
Immediately hibernate like the lazy bastard I am.

>>29780852
Thanks for starting a new thread. Everybody needs a portion of good Dragon-Green everyday.

>>29780852
Fucking April fools

>>29781180
>/mlpol/ finally dissolves back into constituting boards
>tfw wasn't there to bump the thread when the wave of /pol/acks saying goodbyes washed over the board
Two nukes weren't enough.

>Someone forgot to bump the thread while I was asleep.
Considering that the last thread froze right after I posted some green, I may repost it in this thread if nobody is opposed to it.

>>29781952
please do

>>29781962
On it, I could do with the feedback on character interaction anyway.
>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.
>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.

>>29782040
>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.
"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

>>29782043
"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*
[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.

>>29782046
>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.
"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.

>>29782049
>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.
>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.

>>29782050
>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.
>"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."

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>>29782043
you were working on that fingergun's aren't you?

>>29782056
>"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..
>?: "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?"

>>29781952
Why? It was bad enough the first time.

>>29782060
>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!"
>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.
>>29782057
You bet.

>>29782066
>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.
"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.
>>29782065
Because the thread needs bumping, and a lot of people missed it the first time. Like I said last thread dude, if you have suggestions for improvement, let me know. I'm open to that sort of stuff.

>>29782079
>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."
>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.

>>29782082
>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.
>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.

>>29782094
>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.
>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.

>>29782099
>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.
>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.

>>29782106
>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
Link to completed story: https://pastebin.com/CTTErHhz

Constructive criticism is best criticism. I wrote this mainly to experiment with big POV shifts and general character interaction (more specifically, I wanted to see how I write Khoa for future reference,) so yeah, feedback appreciated.

>>29782130
I frankly could do without the
>[POV SHIFT TO %dragon name%]
Kinda breaks the immersion. Same with
>[2 HOURS... AND 3 PINTS LATER]
Thought not as bad as the first, you'd still want to rework it a bit.

>>29782172
Thanks Anon, I've been trying to figure out a way of writing pov-shifts in a more subtle way, but I just can't nail it down. Those [ ]'s were originally going to be temporary, but I thought "fuck it," when I couldn't figure out a better way of writing it.

pls helb

>>29782250
>be Daze after nine pints of Irish Holy Water
>you begin to nag partner incessantly so you must be Khoa
>back to being drunk asshat in need of shock therapy or a good dicking, guess that means you're Daze again
Use your bloody imagination.

The real question is, who even can transform into a dragon???
NOBODY!
Your entire disgustinge fetish is a joke, is not even possible. People are people. Dragons are dragons. Pone are Poneis.

Lets all be sensible human being and leave it that way!

Dont want to get carried away after all... could be berry danger.

>>29782366
Dragons will take your job and corrupt your daughter into an egg laying deviant

>>29782375
That is impossible, dragon not real. How you explain thos??? Just trying to help you guys see light and not stray into the evil shadows.

>>29782381
>>29782375
>>29782366
>>>/mlpol/
>>>/pol/
>>>/x/
I don't know where you came from but please go back!

>>29782381
Evil shadows are all we have, friend. Won't you take a seat with us? There's always room around this fire

>>29782386
I not from this site, I'm wandering soul, helping people in need. People call me Wanderer.

>>29782387
Why you like dark shadows. They not healthy in long term? Come out into light, dark is not healthy.

>>29782421
It's too late for me, son. The light would only blind me. These shadows are like cigarettes: they may not be good for you, but they give you what you need

>>29782497
Like all habits, this can be broken, my friend.
It never too late to step into light. Though Light may blind you, its warmth will comfort you. Remember not to stare directly into sun.
That being, most thing can okay in moderation.
Need to set limiter for self or will get carried away.

Continuing.
>But he hasn't.
>He most certainly has not disappeared.
>Unless some zealot named their child after him, there's no way.
>Twilight takes note of your distress.
>TS: “Hey, you look like you've seen a ghost or something.”
>Been stalked by one more like.
K: “I… I… I need to talk to Celestia, like, now.”
>TS: “What? About Asmod? I'm sure she knows more about him, but she's far too busy to give a history lesson.”
K: “That's just it, this might not be history! Something… something is wrong here…”
>Twilight frowns, not sure what to do.
K: “This is really important, trust me.”
>With a sigh she gets up.
>TS: “If she's busy right now, we leave, got it?”
>You nod, heading out.
>Turns out, she wasn't busy.
>Twilight opted to wait outside as you walk in nervously.
>Time for answers hopefully.
>Something is going on, something bigger than you showing up here.
>And this may be your first clear answer.
>You see Celestia, sitting regally at the head of the room.
>Time to do this.

>>29782699
>C: “You are the dragon who helped solve that murder recently, yes?”
>You nod, bowing your body a little just to be safe.
>C: “Well, thank you very much for that. I’m glad to have someone with your skills helping keep the peace.”
>It really didn’t take much “skill” to do, but it’s not the time to worry about that.
K: “This uh, actually does have something to do with that… Your Highness…”
>C: “Oh?”
K: “The murderer, he initially tried to pin the murder on me. He mentioned that… somebody would get what they wanted in the end. That somebody, I think you know them… Asmod.”
>If Celestia had a distinct reaction to the name, she hides it very well, you don’t even notice her face flash with any emotion.
>C: “Are you sure that is what they said?”
K: “Absolutely. But to my understanding, you… got rid of them?”
>C: “Years ago, yes. It was not too long after they published their last work. They had come to me, threatening my kingdom. So, I took action.”
K: “What did you do?”
>C: “I sent them away, to a place where he could never harm anypony in Equestria.”
K: “Where did you take them? Because I am certain they got back.”
>You have to keep your voice down, trying to hide a slight and growing irritation in your voice.
>C: “To some pocket reality, a world where it is him and only him. A place without ponies to harm. A place where his mad ravings can echo on forever.”
>A cruel, absolute punishment, but you know for a fact it isn’t nearly as absolute as one may think.
K: “I mean no offense, but I will be looking into the possibility of him being here.”
>C: “As you should if it will help you feel at ease. Just know that I am positive that when I sent him away, that he would not be able to get into Equestria. Nothing should have changed.”

>>29782705
>You head out, your head swimming with questions and possibilities.
>Twilight looks over at you, expecting some sort of update on the situation.
>But you don’t really have one to give.
K: “Hey, I’ve got some thinking to do, I’ll see you around…”
>There’s no hiding the exasperation in your voice, just as Twilight can’t hide the worry on her face.
>She’s a good friend, too good of a friend right now.
>Don’t let her rope you into talking this over with her, just don’t.
>Right now you don’t walk to talk about anything until you have something solid.
>And you know exactly where to get that from.
>It’s to the dungeons you go, to the very cell Spike had been thrown in when they thought he was the murderer.
>A different dragon sits there now.
>Sk: “Wh-what do you want? To g-gloat?”
K: “Cut it out, I need to talk with you.”
>The shifty little dragon looks at you, studying you.
>Sk: “You sound s-serious.”
K: “I am very serious right now, and I need your assistance.”
>They sit up, officially interested in what you’re talking about.
K: “You mentioned Asmod when I took you in, is this /the/ Asmod?”
>Skip laughs at your question, a genuine, hearty laugh.
>Sk: “He s-said you’d learn about h-him sooner or later, I suppose it’s s-sooner!”
>You lean in close, bile rising up in your throat.
K: “Who is he then? What’s he got to do with me?”
>Sk: “He is the g-great Asmod Inkclaw, and h-he’s going to purge the world!”
K: “What does that have to do with me?!”
>Sk: “Think l-long and hard about it and f-figure it out yourself /h-human/!”
>The shock on your face is palpable, and it sends Skip into a loud, uproarious laughter that echoes through the dingy dungeon.

>>29782528
Now you see me for what I truly am: a writfag. This is why I cannot leave, I'm bound to this place

>>29782711
Too spooky, have Khoa deck his ass.

I'll be back at it again a bit later, 2 days feel like forever

bunb

The one day I decide to buckle down and try making some shitty art and the merge happened. At least it was a good joke for the time being, but now it's time for some art.

>>29783726
Yeah go ahead. I'm still learning and my drawings got received well.
Then again i'll be on the lookout on what can be improved. Hopefully we have like-minded people here.

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>>29782421
You'd make a pretty good dragon, Wanderer. Maybe I'll write you a little one off where you save ponies from evil shadows

>>29783726
I missed you! Are you in the discord? Get there!

>>29783791
Oh what, there's a discord now? I miss one thread generation and everything changed.

Continuing Tonic.


>Fluttershy and you carry out your dastardly plot and over tip the waitress.
>Then, her and you wait by the door to watch the events unfold.
>Sure enough, the waitress discovers her generous tip and makes her way over to her co-workers excitedly.
>The look of envy on their faces is priceless.
>You lean down and whisper to Fluttershy next to you.
"Now everyone will know what good tippers we are! All of the other uptight snobs will look poor in comparison, their images will be ruined!"
>If being an American taught you one thing, it's that reckless spending makes you superior!
>Fluttershy starts giggling again.
>F: "This is kinda fun!"
>You walk Fluttershy home, continuing some of the conversations you had at the restaurant before you decided to fuck with her.
>When you get to her cottage, Discord is nowhere to be seen.
>It strikes you as odd seeing as how it's sun down, and people usually settle down for the day.
>Fluttershy reminds you that nothing about him is 'usual,' and that he sometimes goes out to do got knows what.
>Oh well, less awkwardness for you. Although, you do need to have a talk with him about all of this soon. He's still your friend, he's just a fuckin' liar, that's all...

>>29784273
>You begin the long trek back into town.
>It will most likely be bitch black by the time you get back to the castle.
>It's pretty hard telling time here. Wrist watches seem to be a luxury, so making a walk like you are now is pretty hard without one.
>The sun has just sank below the horizon, and it's quite the sight.
>Sunsets look very different here because of the lack of aerosols that we're very present on Earth.
>During your journey you walk past a carrot farm, it's a cozy looking place.
>A bit up the road though, you begin hearing hoof steps running ahead of you, and the scream of a mare.
>Hey, it's that pony who runs the carrot patch. What was her name again...?
>Your thought process is interrupted as she runs across the road screaming.
>You stand frozen and dumbfounded as a strange creature gives chase behind her.
>It...it looks like a fucking rat, but it's got spider legs...and bat wings!
>You don't remember seeing those fuckers in the show, what kinda bullshit is this?!
>The pony's screams fade as she runs further away.
>The strange amalgamation stops halfway across the road and turns to face you.
>Its rat face opens its mouth to hiss at you, revealing snake-like fangs.
>As soon as the encounter began, it ended, as the creature resumed its pursuit promptly after its gesture.
>Your face has no emotion as you watch the thing skitter off into the distance.
"...what the fuck."
>You don't know /what/ to make of that.
>Should...should you go help?
>All of the sudden you hear a deep chortling...Discord.
>You march over to a set of bushes and part the branches to reveal his lab coat covered form hiding inside and laughing.
"Don't you have anything better to do than make half-spider fuckers?"
>Discord opens an eye at you, and tries to calm himself down.
>D: "Well Tonic, do /you/ have a better idea for some fun?"
"...hmph, you got me there."

>>29785289
Looks like her and Columba were separated at birth.

>>29785449
Columba?

>>29785469
The white and pink one. Woofr's dragon.

>>29784709
>bitch black

I'm back (for now at least). Had a 3 day ban, Discord members were posting for me. Thanks again guys.

>>29785532
>Had a 3 day ban
What for?

>>29785542
Posting NSFW stuff in a blue board

>>29785532
We were better off without you.

>>29785553
N A U G H T Y
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>>29785561
Thanks! I love hearing criticism, and am glad to receive it.

>>29785449
But Columba isn't F L A T.

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>>29783726
Thanks for the art
>>29783791
>You are Applebloom, and you and the crusaders are bored out of your minds.
>Back when you were still blank flanks, you had /tons/ of stuff to do!
>You had lists upon lists of activities planned for each day in order to get your cutie marks, and you had a blast doing them.
>But now that you and the girls got your cutie marks, things aren't the same.
>You gonaround helping other blank flanks and what not, but what happens when you get a shortage of people to help?
>Boredom, that's what happens. Luckily, Granny Smith told you about a game she used to play with her friends when she was your age!
>I think she called it...'light as a feather, stiff as a board.'
>Apparently if you chant that phrase while waving your arms around one of your friends, you can get them to float or somthin'!

>SB: "Well, I guess now we know why the game never caught on..."
>Sweetie Belle lay beneath Scootaloo and your hooves while you chant the phrase.
>Sc: "Quiet down, Sweetie Belle, it won't work if you keep talking!"
"I think she might be right, nothin's happenin'..."
>Just then, you feel...vibrations in the air. It's as if the whole playground is shaking...
>The girls feel it too, and all three of you fix your sight near the slide.
>There's a strange heat distortion in the air, with energy coming off of it.
>SB: "W-what /is/ that? What's happening?!"

>>29785561
Oh boy, it's THIS faggot again!

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>>29785561
Kill yourself, my man.
>>29786018
Go on..

>>29786018
>The distortion in the air grows more unstable, and you can barely see the slide behind it from how the light is bending.
>Small bolts of lightning crack around the area, and you can feel a pressure.
>You and the girls sit frozen in awe as a figure steps out from the distortion, seemingly from nowhere.
>Before you stands a dragon with blue scales and golden spikes. His horns come out of his forehead and slick back along his head, with one of the points being broken off.
>His face and arms are full of battle scars, and his eyes appear milky and white as if he's blind.
>You can't see his body that well, for he wears a black cape around his shoulders that hides most of his form.
>In his claws he holds a cane with a dragon skull on the end.
>Sc: "I-it's a dragon!"
>The dragon's head quickly turns in your direction. Though he faces you, his eyes stare over your heads into the distance.

>You are the Wanderer, protector of innocents, fighter of evil shadow, a being of five dimensions crawling through the violent maelstrom seeking deliverance.
>And these...ponies, they call you dragon.
"I'm not from this world, I'm not dragon. However, if eyes perceive my presence as dragon, so be it."
>SB: "He speaks Equestrian!"
"More fallacies. This is ears making sense of my tongue, which is nothing more than static."
>AB: "Are you...blind?"
"I live in five dimensions. I see far more than you could imagine."

>>29786018
No problem. Was fun designing an edgy old dragon.

>>29786267
Got to love edgy old dragons

>>29785289
I am thinking of maybe trying a bit of a thing based on that possibly with the character still being very male despite feminine looks

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Just had this idea earlier and I thought I'd write it to see what you lot reckon. Let me know what you think.

>Your name is Alice, or at least it used to be anyway.
>You're currently trudging through thick mud, rotting bark, and a whole bunch of other nasties that have a simply horrible habit of caking themselves to your cloak in a foul smelling stew of Earth and stagnant water.
>It seems like the further you walk, the deeper up to your waist in this crap you seem to get as your clawed feet sink into sludge-like the swamp-bed.
>With a sigh, you stop in your tracks and look around your immediate vicinity for something to yank yourself up and out with, you're getting absolutely nowhere at this pace, and all you've succeeded in doing so far is making yourself smell bad.
>As luck should have it, there appears to be just the thing your looking for. A low hanging branch covered in thick vines, and it looks like it might be just sturdy enough to hold your weight.
>After a short wade through the murky depths, you reach up to the vines that are hanging down to you, and proceed to wrap one around your wrist for insurance, and a further around your upper arm for stability.
>With a huge amount of help from your powerful legs, and clawed hands, you manage to scrape and scale your way up out of the bog and into the first layer of the dense vegetation that surrounds you.
>You let out a sigh as you disrobe your brown patched up cloak to observe the damage and filth it is no doubt ruined by.

>>29786800
>Looking over it, things don't look /too/ bad in all honesty. Couple of smaller tears at the bottom hem, a few raggy edges, but as a whole, it's not bad. Mainly just filthy.
>It took you forever to find this thing, and it's seen you through some tough times in the past few months.
>You can't really afford to lose it, if not for the shelter and protection it provides from the harsh weather and local fauna, but mainly to avert the eyes of any wandering folk who may or may not be passing through these parts.
>You rarely encounter any members of humanity these days, y'know.. Since "it" happened, but it /can/ happen, and that's enough for you to want to keep as many eyes off of you as is possible.
>Humanity don't take too well to big dark green upright walking lizards with spines and all that jazz it seems, and you can't say you really blame them. It probably would have weirded you out as well once upon a time.
>It especially tends to freaks them out when you start to speak in fluent English.
>You begin to shake off as much of the goopy mess as is possible from your cloak before you begin carefully hanging it over your new perch within the reaches of the sunlight in order to let it dry off.
>You've learned that doing this is the most effective way to clean this sort of stuff out of your clothing items, as it tends to flake off much easier when dry than it does when wet.

>>29786808
>Ah well, may as well catch a breather before pressing on. It's not like you can get very far without your cloak anyway. It's not worth the risk.
>With that, you decide to remove your rucksack as well, and hang it from an outstretched branch off to the side where it shouldn't come to any harm from the potential nearby wildlife.
>As you release the death-grip your tail has around the branch below, you lay on your belly and stretch out across the branch with your legs and arms dangling down each side of you.
>As uncomfortable as this may sound, you've found it to be the most effective way of keeping yourself warm when the sunlight is beaming down onto your form from the canopy up above.
>With a few final pops of your joints, you go limp and half lid your eyes as you begin to relax and think back to how you ended up in this situation to begin with.
>You never would have believed something like this could happen unless you'd experienced it first-hand, but here you are.

Continue? (Won't be until tomorrow probably)

>>29786816
Yes. Continue. Plz.

>>29782711
>Your whole body is numb as you slowly trudge back home.
>What other kind of reaction could you have to this besides overwhelming numbness?
>Asmod has been a bundle of surprises tonight, but the “human” bit has really thrown you off.
>How the hell does that little shit know anything about humans, let alone that you were one?
>Once back in your house, you flop on your bed, face first.
>That hopeless feeling is welling up again, and you don’t know how to fight it right now.
>It’s gotten dark outside, and you aren’t in the mood to keep reading.
>All you can do is hope for a better tomorrow.
>Yeah, that’s it, you can take a day off tomorrow, and just… do something.
>And while you’re sitting around, Asmod can keep on working on what he’s planning.
>You don’t have time to take a day off, not right now.
>But then again, where do you go from here…?
K: “Fuuuuuuck!”
>You have no clue what to do about any of this.
>Who would?
>Celestia, but she’s not very talkative about it.
>Skip, but he’s having too much fun watching you suffer.
>Asmod, but that’s obviously not an option.
>Discord?
>Well… actually he might be worth talking with.
>But he only comes and talks when he wants to talk.
>Sighing, you have a feeling you won’t be seeing him until the party in a few days.
>At least you know for a fact he’s going to be there for his precious Fluttershy.
>So… time to play the waiting game after all.

>>29787230
>You wish you could say that in the couple days leading up to the party that you had some big revelation about yourself or the case.
>But no such luck, shit like that doesn’t just happen over the course of a couple days.
>So you’ve been sitting around, trying to keep yourself together, waiting for your chance to actually talk with Discord.
>It could have gone worse, you managed to raise your spirits a little, but you’d have preferred a more immediate talk with Discord to lessen your nerves.
>Hopefully you’ll be able to squeeze out some from him today.
>Even if means prying him away from either talking with Fluttershy or playfully terrorizing as many ponies as he can without being noticed.
>Walking outside to get some breakfast this morning, you noticed something on your front step, a package.
>Curious, you brought it back in, reading the note.
>”Darling, I just know you don’t have anything proper to wear to this party, good thing I kept your measurements! Consider it a gift! -Rairity”
>This should be interesting.
>Opening up the box, you see a simple red dress.
>It’s a pretty little number, well made too.
>You can’t help but blush at your favorable thoughts toward it, or at the desire to wear it.
>Still kind of hard to believe you’re a female, but in times like this, it feels all too obvious.
>Not that you mind, it’s just weird how much of a girly girl you can be.
>As you stand there, you hear a knock on your door.
>Wait, when was Spike going to come over again?
>Dammit, you promised you’d be all ready to go when he got here, but you didn’t expect him to come around breakfast time!
>You look over at your clock, noticing how it’s… a little before noon.
>Okay, so you slept in, fucking great.

>>29787237
>Rushing to your bathroom, you start putting the dress on.
>Fits perfectly, but then again, what did you expect from Rarity's handywork.
>Thankfully you get it on without a hitch, snag, or tear, and look in the mirror.
>Well damn.
>Despite your small frame, there’s no denying you’ve got a decent body.
>And Rarity had no trouble in making sure your dress showed that off.
>It’s no flowing gown or loose dress, it’s form fitting and proud of it, while still not feeling tight and constricting.
>You’re just hoping you don’t give Spike a boner or something.
>The thought wrestles a genuine little chuckle out of you.
>Despite the recent shitty turn of events, it’s good to know that you’re going to be in a decent mental state for the party.
>Once you’ve finished gawking at your dress, you go out to greet Spike.
>He’s standing there, an eager smile on his face.
>Twilight apparently got him into a little bow-tie and everything.
>S: “Hi Khoa! You look good!”
>You study his face for any sign of arousal, but find none.
>What is he, gay or something?
>Wait, you don’t want him to be attracted in the first place!
>Maybe Discord was right about the sexual hunger of youth…
>That or you’re a girl who wants to know she’s pretty.
>Really between a rock and a hard place with this one…
>You can't tell which is worse!

>>29786816
I'm intrigued, continue.

>>29787242
Damn, Rarity's trying to slut her up

>>29786173
I do hope our Wanderer friend is still in the thread with us

>>29789128

What are everybody's thoughts on the most recent updates for all the greens? Any green clearly "the best" to read right now?

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>>29785771
True. She got tiddies.

>>29786816
And I thought Dazed was an interesting read. It is but man this is a very promising start. Cannot wait for more

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>when you max out your hoard so much, Twilight starts getting pissy at you for having all of the copies of the Hoofenburg Bible.

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>>29790317
"Twilight, it's okay, the size isn't everything."
>"YOU ONLY SAY THAT BECAUSE YOURS IS BIGGER!"
"Well, it /is/ big, but that's not what matters."
>"Then what DOES?!"
"I... It doesn't matter how big it is, what matters is how you use it?.. Right Twi- Aw c'mon Twilight, don't be like that. You can read books from my..."
>With a loud annoyed groan princess of friendship storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her much harder than necessary.
>Someone's mad...
"...hoard."

>>29784709
>Discord continues chuckling as he admires his handy work.
>You turn and start for the road again, but you freeze and turn your head back to Discord.
>You we're going to wait until later, but maybe you should say something now.
"Are we...you know...good? No hard feelings?"
>Discord stops his laughing and looks up at you, amused.
>D: "Why would you think that we weren't ok?"
>This takes you a bit by surprise. You turn around to face him fully again.
"You didn't look too happy earlier, I thought you might throw me into that sock puppet dimension."
>D: "Quite the opposite, actually. I'm very proud of you for coming up with such a plan!"
>His eyes well up with tears.
>D: "They learn so fast..."
>Your confusion only grows as he puts on his little show of pride.
"...But you were all sad..."
>D: "Don't get me wrong, you had leverage over me, but I'm far too excited at your plot against me to be upset."
>You cross your arms and arrow your eyes at him.
"You know, I can still go back to the cottage. I just might if you don't start making sense..."
>Discord's eyes widen and he finally gets up out of the bush.
>D: "Alright alright, take it easy! I acted sad to try and get you to stop, but you kept on grilling me like a champ. you don't have to have pretty eyes and seductive hips to manipulate people, you know."
>His lab coat disappears and he shifts into a female version of himself.
>D: "Maybe I should try it sometime though. Who knows, maybe I would've succeeded in manipulating you if I had showed up like this..."
>You scoff and begin walking back toward the road.
"You're fucking insane, you know that?"
>Discord's female voice calls after you, causing you to shutter.
>D: "Oh, I forgot to tell you! Rarity wanted to see you about that /lovely/ dress!"

>>29791044
>You just keep walking.
>You'll have to go visit her tomorrow, her store probably isn't even open right now.
>You'll need to stop by when it is, because you have a good idea...
>Rarity seems all too happy to help you out with your clothes situation, and you're happy to accommodate.
>If there's one thing your recent adventure to the Crystal Empire has taught you, it's that dresses are great, but they aren't great for every occasion.
>You think back to the book that Rarity let you borrow.
>You could look through that and get yourself some armor made!
>You could think small and get some regular clothes...but fuck that, this is a new life in some bullshit fantasy world! You're gonna get some armor!
>Granted, you don't think Rarity is a blacksmith, but she isn't a jeweler either. She never had problems with diamond encrusted ensembles, she shouldn't have trouble with metal...
>What about leather? You doubt they have leather here, that's kind of...wrong?
>You'll just have to wait until you start reading that book, then you'll find out what your options are.
>You can't wait to get home!
>Home...this /is/ home now isn't it?
>By now you've entered town, and you can see the castle in the distance.
>The castle reflects the light from every lamp that shines upon it, it's like a god damn disco ball.
>You can't imagine Twilight's neighbors are happy about having a laser light show outside of their windows every night now...
>You walk up the steps and open the big ass doors yourself, you're not going to knock and wake up everyone in the castle.
>The doors open without much of a sound, must be nice having a /new/ castle.
>The little lobby on the inside is dimly lit by wall mounted torches. It's completely empty otherwise.
>You'll never understand her situation with guards, why sometimes she has them and sometimes not...
>You go to push the big doors close but just as you go to, Spike jumps out from behind one of them.
>S: "Hey Tonic!"

>>29791634
>You let out a shriek as you jump back and bright blue flames burst out of your mouth involuntarily, bathing the room in a bright light for a few seconds.
>You land on your back and stare up at the ceiling as you piece together what the hell just happened.
"Spike...why does everyone make it their mission to give me a heart attack...?"
>You watch the light from the torches cast dancing shadows in the ceiling as you wait for his response, but it doesn't come.
>You lift your head up to see him, and he's staring at you nervously.
>Looks like when you fell and sprawled out on the floor, the bottom of your dress was lifted.
"Hey...up here!"
>His eyes meet with yours, and he finally re-enters the world.
>S: "W-what?"
"What the hell are you doing?"
>He looks down at his feet in embarrassment.
>S: "Being spontaneous. I heard that girls like that..."
>You stand up, fix your dress and dust yourself off.
"We'll try again, ladies don't exactly like being /ambushed/."
>S: "Well, I was sorta wondering..."
>You stand there panting from your near cardiac arrest with a dead look on your face as you watch him stumble over his words.
>'Come on...out with it, already.'
>It's actually quite adorable, but you've about /had it/ with this jump scare shit. It's like the universe just loves to taunt you about your previous demise.
"You should really write a script for yourself, Spike..."
>His face gets even redder, and he finally finds his voice.
>S: "I still owe you a date! We were going to go try some gems before the Crystal Empire, remember?"
>Oh yeah, that's right, you were going to force him to take you on a date...to eat rocks.
"Hey, you remembered me, how sweet. We can go tomorrow sometime!"
>You walk past him and slap him on the arm.
>Before you enter the hallway, you look back to see him rubbing his arm and smiling to himself.
"Hey...quit scaring the shit outa me."
>S: "...yes ma'am."

>>29792667

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Hoping to get an update out to the above story with the dragon called Alice at some stage tonight. Won't be a long one, but stay tuned. Mainly just characterbuilding and worldbuilding right now.

Feedback and recommendations for things to include are welcomed as we go along.

>>29787242
>The two of you head out shortly thereafter.
K: “So, when should we head over to the party?”
>S: “Whenever really, Pinkie worked all through the night, and everything is all set up.”
>What?!
>Based on the plans you heard, this is a massive party, and she’s already set up?
K: “H-how?”
>S: “Twilight says that there are some things that no amount of research or magic could ever explain, I think this fits that.”
>You honestly can’t argue that.
>It’s a good hour or so before the two of you head over to the party.
>There’s a few ponies gathered around already, mingling amongst the warzone of streamers and balloons.
>Jesus fucking christ did Pinkie’s soul explode all over town?
K: “D-does Fluttershy even like balloons?”
>Spike gulps, batting aside a swath of balloons blocking his path.
>S: “I… I sincerely hope so…”
>Once the two of you have carved your path, you find a table to sit at.
>A part of you wants to start tying balloons to Spike and see how many it takes for him to start floating away to pass the time.
>Quite the “Discord-esque” thought.
>Speaking of, where is that asshole?
>Looking around, you can’t see him, and by now most party goers present have migrated to the eye of the storm.
>Probably planning some grand entrance or something.

>>29794160
>The party slowly stirs to life like the eldritch abomination that it is.
>Slow at first, but once it gets going, nigh impossible to stop.
>Ponies everywhere, balloons everywhere, music blaring as loud as can be.
>They even got Trixie to put on a fucking /magic show/.
>You don’t know if you should be impressed or horrified.
>Spike thankfully sacrifices himself to go get you both some punch.
>Takes him a whole thirty minutes to return, with a crooked bowtie and the gaze of a Vietnam vet.
>S: “H-here’s your punch…”
>They hand you a half full glass, no doubt having spilled the rest.
K: “That bad huh?”
>S: “Got turned around… wound up in the foal section... “
>The poor bastard, he deserves a medal.
K: “I’ll uh… I’ll get the drinks next time…”
>And it was then you determined that you will not be getting anything else to drink this evening.
>As everything keep going on, you start to get some curious ponies walk up to you.
>”Are you the one who solved that crime?”
>”Oh, a dragon! Cute!”
>”Are you two a couple?”
>”Where’s the bathroom?”
>You shoo them off as best you can, but it’s grating.
>Spike’s spergy replies don’t help either.
>S: “We’re a couple of dragons!”
>Fucking end it all sweet merciful god.
>Maybe going for a drink run isn’t that bad of an idea.

>>29794174

>>29794181
The feeling when you forget the text but it won't let you delete the post
>You catch a glimpse of Twilight once during the night.
>Smirking, you look around for Flash Sentry nearby.
>However, the only pony you see remotely close to her is… Trixie, fresh off a magic show.
>Nope, don’t even consider it Khoa.
>They probably just found each other in the midst of the party and started chatting.
>That’s all that’s happeneing, no matter what your shitposty brain thinks.
K: “So uh… Did Twilight mention who her date was tonight?”
>S: “She has a date?”
>Well he’s fucking useless right now.
>Flash Sentry is probably fighting in the Punch Bowl Wars.
>And besides, if Twilight was lesbian for anybody, it would be Glimmer or some shit.
>Seeing as how you’re obviously not living in a Season 5 and on universe, that might take a while though.
>Or, you could stop trying to ship ponies like a sane person Khoa, that’s always an option.
>F: “Um… K-Khoa?”
>Looking over, you see Fluttershy has managed to get over towards you.
K: “Hey! Happy Birthday!”
>She looks concerned, probably because of how loud and bright the party is.
>F: “H-have you seen Discord anywhere? Haven’t seen him in a few days, and I know that he was a-anticipating coming to the party…”

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Fucking finally. Without further delay, here's the next part of Wonderland.
>>29786816
>It feels just like yesterday while you lay here gazing up at the swirled white and blue sky hanging above you.
>It's only been about four or five months since setting off on this expedition, but you're feeling pretty darn confident that you've found what you came looking for.
>You step out of the crumbling stone structure brushing cobwebs and leaves out of your hair as you climb over what is left of what you can only assume were once majestic pillars that have since collapsed and become just another obstacle for you to tackle on the forest floor.
>How you managed to stumble across a small statue of a lizard that is no higher than a pencil in over 2.7 million miles of blisteringly hot Brazilian rainforest is beyond you, but hey, you're not one to complain about such luck.
>Hell, you half expected the darn thing to just be a legend like everyone told you it was, but screw those people baby, because deep down you just /knew/ you weren't crazy!

That feel when you forget to namefag.
>>29794530
>You step up onto a stone slab outside of the ruins to take one final look back at the small shrine-like temple you just pilfered before taking one more picture of the weed-tangled mess of a building for archival reasons.
>People are going to want to know where this thing came from, and unless you have the evidence to back it up, you may as well just leave the damn thing here and head on home empty handed because /nobody/ is going to believe this place exists without a solid reference and some co-ordinates.
>You must say, to finally have it in your hands is something else though. Five years of your life have all been building up to finding this thing.
>The legendary "Suzao Draco."
>You trecked your way through lands that had never been set foot in by an outsider before, saw people that no other man nor woman had laid eyes upon thanks to their generations of isolation, and seen things that most could only dream of.
>And all of that hardship for just this one tinie, tiny, wee, little statue that would look totally insignificant to any treasure hunter that may have eventually come to plunder these lands for their spoils in years to come.

>>29794540
>The thing is, you're not even a veteran explorer, you're just a college chick who got a little bit too tied up in studying "lost treasures" online, and this one in particular leaped out at you down to just how much of it was an unsolved mystery case.
>The whole bloody thing has been a seemingly endless wild goose chase strung together on a mix of rumours, maybe's, and "I think's," but that moment when you struck gold, ohohoho, SO worth the sleepless nights and bad grades.
>There are about a million different theories about this little statue out there, and a further million about its cloudy history and origins.
>Everything from the Nazi's and Chinese wanting it, to the British Empire and Spanish Empire embarking on top-secret expeditions in order to try and retrieve it to harness its supposed "power" for war and conquest.
>The big one that really peaked your interest though is the supposed material it is rumoured to be chizzeled out of.

>>29794548
>According to ancient texts you managed to get your hands on in regards to the Suzao Draco and it's other animal counterparts, they are made of a material that roughly translates to "not of this plane/realm," which is super spooky reasoning enough for you to see to it that it is found and studied under a microscope to see just what it is, and just what it isn't.
>Despite knowing that it is in reality /just/ a statue representing a bipedal dragon, you have to say, there is something about it that you have found decidedly odd, and ironically, that odd thing is just how not-odd it is in terms of craftsmanship.
>The smooth polished-stone faces and perfectly diamond-cut edges of the little thing are what really set it apart from most things of its documented life-span of just over 1,500 years.
>As far as you know, laser-cutting and precise engineering weren't all that accessible to people who still lived in caves and pooped into holes in the ground back then, and that alone is reasoning enough for this thing to potentially rewrite a chunk of history on its own.
>As you take one last look over the artifact in your hands, you flick open the catch on your rucksack before wrapping your prize in some clothes for padding and stuffing it down into the depths of your bag.

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>>29794530
>>29794540
>twice in a row.

>>29794559
>You take a glance down to your watch and make a mental note of the time before you begin to talk to yourself out loud.
"7:30pm.. It's about a days treck back to the riverbank where I'm due to be picked up tomorrow, so that gives me plenty of time to set up a camp for the night with more than enough time to spare for packing things up in the morning.. Great!"
>This is probably the first time in years you're actually glad to be heading home from your escapades abroad, but the disturbing lack of tea in this forest is really starting to get to you, and in all honesty? You do miss your cosy little house.
>It'll be good to finally get back home.

That's all I got for tonight. Apologies if the lack of namefaggotry on all of the posts has confused anyone. Feedback appreciated as always.

Haven't been in these threads for a while has boople awoken yet?

>>29794560
The pain is real

>>29794880
He is kill

>>29786173
I take it no one cares for this

comfy thread guys!

Only have two posts of edited update, but I figure I'll post anyways so you guys know I'm still continuing the story.

>You squint your eyes, hissing under your breath as you stare down your prey.
>No, opponent.
>He's been able to outmaneuver your human cunning thus far.
>Taking in a sharp breath, through clenched teeth, you throw down your hand.
”Fuck it, I’m out,”
>Liam lets out a hearty chuckle, putting down his cards to grab at the random trinkets you lost.
>One pair, something you need to grow before playing with these guys.
>You wince at your own inside banter, still feeling insecure about being a female dragon.
>"I'm tellin' ya 'Non. Your face reads like a book." Liam, chuckles, the other sheep quickly joining in on the laughter.
>You slam your claw down into the cobbled wooden table, smashing the meeble thing into two, flames threatening to shoot out of your open muzzle.
"That's horse shit and you know it," you spit out, causing your little sheep friends to go deathly silent as they tremble and stare at you with widened eyes.
>Are you actually getting worked up?
>Yesterday, you were thinking of ways to get rid of some of that stuff.
>You chuckle to diffuse the tension, the sheep, one by one starting to laugh with you.
>Still, at the very thought of leaving your wealth, the pit of your stomach turns sour.
>If you could get cold sweats you're sure you would.
>Not only that, but the longer you sit around, the more sleepy and complacent you seem to feel.
>...Maybe you need to get some sun.
>"Point made." Liam laughs nervously. "Fer a second there, I thought you were really angry."

>>29795981
>"Yeah, 'Non" Kevin bleets. “Ya had us goin' there,” leaning over in his stool to pat you on the back.
>A large crash, followed by the sound of galloping and screaming kobolds cut through the laughter, causing you to jump up, wings spread outward.
>Kevin falls backwards into the floor with an audible "oof" after being knocked by one of your wings.
>Reaching out to help him up, your minds starts to blank out, feeling more and more light headed by the second.
>You leave him hanging, jerking your arm back as the vibrations of the sounds work it's way up the membrane of your wings.
"Protect. Treasure." you whisper under your breath, bolting towards the sound on all fours.
>You inhale and exhale deeply as you walk, trying to clear up your head.
>Thoughts drift back to the pony adventuring party from yesterday.
>Were you really reluctant to give up your treasure because you thought they were being greedy?
>Or were you projecting?
>Reaching the largest cavern connected to the entrance, you're met with a single off-white pony unicorn, clad in shimmering silver armor and a bunch of beaten and bruised kobolds.
>Noticing you, he smiles smugly, squaring off his posture. "I've cometh to rescue the fair maiden being held captive in this cave." He announces. "These creatures of thyne art no match in the visage of good and justice. "
>You blink the last remnants of your anger away at that, letting your wings fall lazily.
>As far as you know, while far from fair, with your glistening brass scales, you're the only maiden in this cave.
"Ohh thank fuck," you breath out "I thought I was going to go crazy down here."
>The stallion looks you up and down with stern features.
>"Look, if you could use that unicorn magic of yours to help me find my way back-"
>"Silence beast." he calls out, stopping a hoof. Rude. "I shall not fall for thyne ruses 'r playeth thy mind games."
>What?

>>29795989
Your story is one of my favorites, I'm glad you decided to continue it

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>>29795580
People care, things have just slowed to the point where it's painful though.

Pretty shitty when there's a general full of writers turning over daily updates yet nobody is reading apart from the writers.

Maybe we should go and ask the scalie thread on /trash/ to come check us out. I think a few of them are cross-/mlp/posters.

>>29796553
I care a lot, but I mostly lurk and read. Here, have some appreciation, all of you.

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im not dead yet,,

>>29796794
Don't be a condescending cuck

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>>29796956
i apologize for shitty phone pics

>>29796301
S-senpai.

>>29794193
>Red flags have officially been raised.
K: “I haven’t seen him in a while, besides, if he was going to be with anypony tonight, it would be with you.”
>She blushes, looking down a little.
>F: “Oh… I don’t know about t-that, Discord is very sociable…”
K: “Sure, but on /your/ birthday? I expected him to be next to you all night long, there’s no denying that you’re his favorite pony.”
>Her blush deepens, and a tiny smile spreads on her face.
>She’s /glad/ to hear that.
>Oh god, is this hopeless crush less one sided than you thought?
>You can worry about this later, right now there’s something far more pressing.
>Where the hell is Discord?
>Not just because you need to talk with him, but because this is very unlike him.
>The flamboyant lord of chaos missing a massive party dedicated to their best friend?
>That’s just not like them.
K: “Hey… maybe he slept in, or forgot, or something… I can go try and check…”
>It’s a shitty excuse to get out of the party, you have no idea where Discord would be, but might as well propose it.
>F: “I-I would appreciate that…”
>Taking your chance, you get the hell out of here.
>Free from the party that has been swallowing your soul all night.
>Never, ever, let PInkie Pie plan your birthday when it comes up.
>Your heart won’t be able to take it.

>>29797506
>Once outside of the party’s perimeter, you half consider just going to bed for the night.
>You’ve been in town for a while now, and it’s made you tired.
>But, you did promise Fluttershy you’d look for Discord.
>Detective Khoa is reluctantly on the case.
>The town is an eerie sort of quiet, considering the loud amount of noise you just left.
>For a party that’s been blazing of for hours now, it’s still going on strong.
>Even as the sun has begun to set, painting the sky a muted orange, you can just hear the party going on in the distance.
>But everything else is desolate, abandoned.
>Practically everypony in town is at that party.
>But not Discord…
K: “Hey! Discord! Get your ass out here! Fluttershy is worried!”
>You’re just yelling at the air right now, but for all you know, he could be listening in.
>Apparently, somebody is listening, because of the deep, throaty laughter echoing nearby.
>Definitely not Discord’s voice, although he could just be using a fake one to fuck with you.
?: “Oh dear, did somebody not show up to that little party today?”
>The voice is as smooth as honey, despite the apparent age you can hear in it.
>There’s also a jeering, taunting undertone to it, not much unlike Discord’s, except this feels far less playful.
>It sends shivers down your spine just to hear it.
>The source of the voice steps out, practically gliding towards you.
>In an instant it’s obvious who it is.

>>29797511
>They’re a large dragon, clad in a rough looking robe.
>Their scales are a dark obsidian color, so dark that if it were any later in the night you might have had trouble seeing them.
>Both of their horns seem to have been broken over time, cutting off as jagged nubs of differing lengths.
>Their eyes, a piercing yellow, look over you analytically, sizing you up.
>Like he’s trying to learn everything about you without even speaking with you.
>Their claws are stained black about halfway up, almost as if they’re covered in something.
>Looks like the surname “Inkclaw” is taken a little literally.
>Asmod the Mad, in the flesh.
>As: “I must apologize for the abrupt meeting, I truly intended things to go far smoother than this.”
K: “Y-you tried to ruin my reputation and… had somebody killed…”
>He sighs, either genuinely disappointed or very good at faking it.
>As: “Skip… he tries his best, but they obviously were not equipped for such a sensitive task.”
>Play things cool, don’t do anything crazy right now Khoa.
>No matter how much you want to punch him.
>As: “But that’s beyond the point, I believe you’re looking for a certain deity of chaos, yes?”
>Sighing, you nod.
>As: “I must apologize, for he is a little… bogged down at the moment. He was getting awfully nosey in my work, and besides, I needed to test a pet project of mine. I do like experimenting on things you know…”
K: “Wh-what did you do?”
>You’re shaking a little right now, and there’s no denying it’s out of fear.
>Asmod steps forward a bit, relishing in your fear.
>As: “I’ve been attempting to replicate the power of the Elements of Harmony, purely as a side project for, well, the main goal. And, as the new statue decorating my home would attest to, I’ve succeeded in that goal.”

>>29796956
>>29797210
Still looks great, even for phone pics

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>>29797515
With just a little bit of inanimacy, Discord can make any good garden look great.

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purple-bump

Do you guys have any ideas for Tonic's armor? Run 'em by me

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>>29798476
Something like this but with a different helmet would be badass.

>>29798476
>>29798499
Are we going /tg/ with this? Maybe Tonic can get some meme armor like a metal bikini

>>29798909
Can't go wrong with tittymail

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Why are all the dragons female?

>>29799230
They're not.

But female dragons are hotter.

>>29799230
>all
Wrong.
Clarissa's behemoth is male I think, Kolaghan's other dragon (OP pic related) is male.
There is, however, a shortage of male dragons.
>inb4 gay
About as gay as watching hoofball with friends on Friday night.
Also homo tension is fun. Becomes hilarious if one of the friends is actually gay.

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>>29799230
Plot reasons, sex reasons. The original idea was being a dragoness and /ss/ with spike. A better question would be: Why do you ask that question every thread?

>>29799895

>>29797077
I was just trying to be nice for one fucking time, you cock-garbling, mouth-breathing retard.

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>>29800887
Just to clarify my dude, I wrote the post you originally responded to, but not the reply you got. I didn't personally get any condescending vibes from it at all.

>>29798235
Alice a cute

>>29800313
>>29799287
Females were a running theme, but we accept makes too. Females are hawt tho

>>29800764

So far Tonic's armor looks like it's gonna be bronze, and I'll probably make it sexy...but not to meme extents.

>implying all armor isn't sexy already.

>>29803549
ill get a sketch up in abit

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>>29804098
working on another with tonic in it

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>>29799230
Get a load of this guy.

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>>29804319

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>>29804319
>>29804577
Damn son, thas cyoot

>>29790451
kek

More Reflection

>A sigh escaped you, but you still smiled.
>It felt good to have that weight off of your chest.
>Your boobs were heavy enough, after all.
>You straightened up your posture and nodded to Princess Celestia.
>”So, my experience before arriving, right?”
>She nodded back.
“Yes, take as much time as you need.”
>”Well, it was-“

>You are Princess Celestia, but in this moment, you truly are Columba on that fateful night she appeared here in Equestria.
>As Columba speaks, your mind is painted with the images and sensations she experienced then.
>You’re sitting on a stone slab, on the roof of an apartment building, looking out at the city before you.
>Lights were everywhere, bright streetlamps, towering and lit skyscrapers, huge billboards advertising the newest anti-aging cream or the oldest and most established brand of alcohol.
>Your eyes weren’t for the city and its lights however.
>They were trained on the walls, on the broken windows, on the ghost cars waiting in parking lots for people with guts to try their luck.
>It was a quiet night, all of the sounds around you were muted by the softly falling snow.
>Every now and then you could hear a police siren screaming in the distance.
>You’d long gotten used to sirens, they hardly counted as noise anymore.
>You pulled on your gasmask, adjusting the straps to make sure it fit tight to your face.
>Then you put your hood on and slung your backpack over your shoulder.
>It was time to get to business.
>You hopped from your perch, and dashed as soon as your feet touched down.
>You felt instantly exhilarated, like a knife across the knuckles, a kegger in a second, a fag down to ashes before you could blink.
“Ah.”
>You are Princess Celestia again, and you couldn’t help but gape a teensy bit in surprise.

>>29804959
>You had let that vulgar and hot blooded streak you felt in Columba’s Stream creep too deeply into your own.
>Your gaze flicked forward, towards your guest.
>Columba was still telling her story, and thankfully she seemed too focused on the enchanted gyroscope hovering and spinning above the hearth to notice your slip.
>”-it was about a four hundred meter dash from there, mixed with a few vertical climbs. Once I’d gotten to the spot I-
>You could still see that passionate fire in Columba’s eyes, it had done nothing but grow since she woke up and stretched this morning.
>Suddenly, you realized you were about to miss some important details in her story.
>With some care, you started to tune back in to Columba’s stream.
>It had grown impossible to listen to Columba’s Stream casually now that it had reigned itself in, but it was not so well developed that it could resist your probing.
>What a stark contrast to other dragons you’d met, Anonymous the Morning Star was the first to mind.
>His mind and Stream both had developed labyrinthine defenses just days after you first saw him.
>Combined with his impossible power of will and the scrupulous and supremely cynical mind of a strategist, the Morning Star was a force to be reckoned with, rivalling even the most ancient trio of dragons.
>…It made you wonder if you should really send Columba his way.
>She was too naïve, too accepting.
>But now Columba’s thoughts were your own, and you delved into her again.
>You’d been scouting out this spot for weeks now, an old abandoned law firm.
>It was right in front of the police station, with a nice clean wall on the roof to spray on.
>Risky, high visibility.
>The perfect spot, heaven.
>You grinned and pulled yourself up from the ledge, finally on top of the building.
>It had taken you a few days to figure out how to climb this damn thing, all the fire escape ladders had rusted to bits.
>You were here at last.

>>29804970
>Laughter came unbidden to you when you thought of all those police officers looking out of their windows and seeing your mark first thing in the morning.
>You crouched down, slid your hand into a crack in the roof and pulled out the paint roller and the can of white paint you’d left up here.
>Brimming with excitement, you set yourself up by the wall, with your spray cans out and ready.
>First was the canvas, you painted a solid, white, sixteen by nine rectangle, and then you used black to spray on the edges of a banner.
>Columba’s mind simply skipped over the parts where she had waited for the paint to dry.
>She was too excited to bother with the more tedious details.
>You sprayed your lettering on the banner you’d made, wildstyle, with lots of curves and overlaps.
>Your hand moved smoothly in swoops and lines, index finger pressed on the can.
>It spelled out B E N Z O in stark black and rich gold.
>You started detailing the letters next, making them really pop off of the wall with a 3D perspective.
>The finishing touches were doves, five of them hovering around and staring at the banner, two of them holding it up with their beaks.
>You must have sat and admired your work for nearly an hour, just sitting up on the roof sipping an energy drink while the city grew louder and louder
>It was probably the best you’d ever done, it had taken so long that the sun was starting to rise.
>But that just made it look better, your piece looked heavenly in the golden light of the sun.

Done for now. Tried something strange this time and I think it came out ok.

Any cool story ideas you guys want to see done?

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>>29805479
Here's a few that have come up in conversation with the writers:
>Cute shit featuring current dragons (cross-overs)
>Content creators in Equestria as dragons (green-writers, artists, whoever else makes stuff for the threads)
>Dimitri (stereotypical Russian dragon)
>Ranma 1/2 styled human Anon who turns into a female dragon when he gets wet with cold water, turns back to human with hot water.
>Dragon on Earth
>Dragon on Earth in medieval England
>More male dragons
>More female dragons
>Trap dragons

Just to name a few.

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If anyone cares, i'm not dead. Just spending time practicing my drawing.

Also got me a name to avoid any confusion with any new artists. also just in case I finally visit discord.

>>29805991
Super cute dragon, welcome back Anon.

We've missed you <3

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>>29805991
Oh yeah heres my try at drawing Dimitri. It was in the last thread but april fools messed it up.

Good night.

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>>29805991
That dragon looks like they're a true stepping stone for hope!

>>29805991
Always love seeing your stuff, drop by the discord!

>>29792064
>Walking down the hallway, you think about how great it'll be to finally sit down.
>Your new body is quite high in endurance, but you're still tired from walking so much this evening.
>You stare into the library as you pass it. Your vision falls on the barely visible back rows of shelves, and you're suddenly reminded of the secret door Discord and you found.
>You were going to explore around in there, but you were interrupted by Celestia's summon.
>You could probably call Discord and continue your adventure right now, but you decide against it.
>This is an adventure for tomorrow, you've had too much excitement for one day.
>Discord is probably too busy torturing lowly farmers with creatures anyway...
>You continue on and enter your room, lighting the fire in the fire place and some candles on your desk.
>While you light the candles with your breath, you notice that you're missing a few books.
>Most of them are on the desk, but it looks like you're missing a history book and that anatomy one you were reading.
>Twilight must have borrowed them...oh well, you weren't planning on reading them anyway. You have your armor book, and that's all you need.
>You plop down on your chair, scoot it up to the desk, and open up Rarity's book of dragon clothes.
>'Standards of the Dominion.'
>The Dominion, huh? This book really /is/ old.
>You only thumbed through it before, but now that you really read it and compare it with the Dominion you saw in your dream, you realize that there's a lot of consistencies.

>>29806725
>The dragon fashion in this book heavily resembles that of the dragons you visited in your dream.
>A lot of metal pieces, some even wearing full plate with mainly black robes. Most clothing is adorned with treasures of sorts like precious metals and trinkets, excluding jewels...probably because they're food basically.
>Many well known dragons incorporate trophies from the foes they've defeated, be that skulls, bones in general, parts of their enemies' armor or flag, or maybe their weapons.
>You think back to the dragon in your dream, and how many skulls he had on his robes.
"Jesus..."
>You begin making notes of certain things that you like from the book. You'll take this list to Rarity and see what she can do for you.
>You make it a good bit through the book, skimming for cool looking armor pieces. After a while your list is complete, and you lean back in your seat and rest your eyes.
>It feels so nice just being able to relax like this.
>Ever since you got here it's just been one crazy thing after another. Sure there's this looming conspiracy, but it's been around for thousands of years, you don't have to act on this information /right away/.
>It's quiet moments like these that you can focus on all of the small things that get over shadowed. Things like your new body, and how you're getting used to it.
>Your new parts don't seem so foreign anymore. Granted, you haven't really experienced /everything/ they have to offer yet...
>It's still strange thinking of yourself as a lady. You can fuck with people a lot sure, but when it comes down to your /own/ feelings, it's still a bit weird.
>You think about your recent little pranks with Fluttershy, Twilight and...Spike.
>Thinking about Spike always brings up strange feelings, especially considering recent events.

>>29806957
>You begin to feel different as your thoughts persist, and you notice a dampness between your legs.
>You try and stop your thoughts, but it's too late. All of these thoughts about strutting your stuff in front of Twilight...and Spike, it's making you a bit horny.
>You wonder what female orgasms /really/ feel like. You've experienced one in a dream, but it's still not the real thing, no matter how vivid the dream is.
>You don't /have/ to wonder...
>You slowly slide your hand up your dress and rub your womanhood awkwardly.
>At first, you aren't quite familiar with how to do it, but you quickly catch on.
>Before long, you're panting heavily and exploring your own body.
>Your head is swimming with overwhelming pleasure as you grind your hips and work your fingers.
>You decide to quickly get up and take off your dress before continuing, but just as you stand you hear a knock on your door.
>Never have you felt a bigger buzz kill in your life...
>You scramble to sit back down in your chair and fix your dress while steadying your breathing.
>The knocking comes again, and you sit rigid in your chair in a panicked attempt to look 'casual.'
"Uh...c-come in!"
>You hear the door open behind you and you turn your head to see your...untimely visitor.
>It's Spike! What does he want now?!
>Your eyes go wide as the sight of him drives you into a small frenzy, a sort of lust that you can't explain.
>Spike stands in the doorway with a goofy smile on his face, and you scoot your chair to the side to face him better.
>S: "Hey Tonic, I was...uh, is everything ok? You look a bit off..."
"Y-yeah, I'm perfect! What makes you say that?"
>Maybe it's because you're eyeing him like a starving dog looks at meat...

>>29806016
I just ate like nine potato and pea samosas and thought of you and your vegetation ways, punki.
No regrets.

>>29807335
>S: "Oh, nothing I guess. Anyway, I had something else I forgot to ask you earlier..."
"What is it, Spike?"
>Your words come out hasty, and you try your best to hide your wild eyes.
>Come on Spike, say what you need to say and get out!
>You're /really/ trying hard not to lose it right now!
>Your breathing gets progressively heavier as he continues to fumble over his words like before.
>S: "Well, me and Big Mac...we have this thing we do. We thought maybe you'd join us...if you want to I mean! I don't want you to feel obligated to if you don't-"
"Spike...remember what I said about that script?"
>Just ask whatever you need to ask Spike!
>Your inner thighs feel like they're on fire, and you squirm in your seat.
>S: "Right, sorry, Me and Big Mac were wondering if you would want to play a game called Ogres and Oubliettes with us. It's really fun!"
>You involuntarily lick your lips and he raises an eyebrow at you.
"Uh-yeah, sure! Sounds fun, Spike, I'm down for whenever!"
>You practically leap from your chair and begin pushing him out of the room. It feels like lightning strikes you when you actually make contact with his scales.
>S: "T-that's great! I'll let you know tomorrow ok?"
>You respond while still pushing him out the door.
"Yeah, I just need some sleep. Like, /right now/ ok?!"
>S: "I understand. Hey, see if you can convince Twilight to play with us! We can never get her to, but maybe she'll listen to-"
>You shut the door in Spike's face before he finishes his sentence and you stand panting with your back against the door.
>You head Spike's muffled voice from the other side of the door, followed by the sound of footsteps that grows distant.
>S: "Well, good night Tonic!"
>When you can no longer hear his footsteps, you launch yourself off of the door and take off your dress in the most ungracious way possible.
>Tossing it aside, you fall onto your bed and practically assault yourself until you eventually pass out.

>>29807564
Making her randy and box blocking her all at once, without a clue. Good job, Spike.

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>>29807564
S T E A M Y

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Continued from >>29794580
>With a little yawn and a groan as you stretch yourself out, you flutter your eyes open gently to be met by the sounds of nightlife all throughout the seemingly endless luscious greenery that surrounds you.
>Damn it, you must have drifted off to sleep while parking your butt here for too long. You've found yourself doing that a lot lately, it's surprisingly much easier to get comfy on rough surfaces for you since your whole species swap ordeal.
>Must be a lizard thing.
>You never really stopped to think about it, but you half remember reading a book somewhere about a lot of reptiles being night-hunters that sleep during the day and sunbathe to get their energy up.
>Y-yeah.. That must be it.. Y-you're not just lazy or anything..
>With shaky half asleep movements, you manage to get onto your hands and knees and crawl along the coarse bark below towards your cloak and rucksack.

>>29807985
>You can't help but think that this would be far less of a chore during the day as your eyes adjust to the ocean of night that surrounds you.
>You readjust your tail a little around the branch as you reach down to paw at your cloak in order to see if it's dried any.
>Heck yeah! Today must be your day, as it seems the heat of the sun has practically turned what little is left of the once porridge like mixture of filth into a hard clay that you proceed to shake off.
>Perfect, it's just like it was never there.
>With a newly plastered smile across your scaly face, you wrap your cloak around yourself and shuffle back up to a more secure position before reaching out for your battered old rucksack.
>Doubly awesome! Nothing has eaten through your bag in search of food during your little nap, so you know what that means? You might actually survive another night out here!
>While you get yourself settled into position, you begin to rummage through your various nick-nacks and other belongings in search of your lantern in order to light your way during the night-hours.

>>29807993
>If there's one thing in this rainforest you want to stay the hell away from, it is without a doubt the predators that come out in search of lone wondering creatures they can pray on during the dead of night.
>Thank the heavens they are all terrified of fire and bright light. If it wasn't for that, you would have been chow before you even became a dragon.
>Like, no joke, for really reals.
>That run-in with a caiman was the scariest thing you have ever experienced in your entire life. You still think that the only reason you got away was because the monstrous reptile thought you were too pitiful to eat.
>You shudder in horror at the memory.
"Aha! Got it!"
>You reach down into your bag and fish out your little solar powered lantern, before flicking the red switch on its base causing it to flash into life.
>After a couple of blinks and some prolonged squirming, your eyes finally become undazzled and slowly adjust to the newly introduced light-source.

>>29807999
>For something that's solar-powered, that little blighter sure is bright.
>Righty'o, big ol' bag of survival gear and survival accessories? Check.
>Totally fashionable cloak? Check.
>Light so you don't bump into a big cat or caiman and become dragon-meat? Big check.
>You awkwardly grab the handle of your lantern in your mouth as you raise up to your feet and begin your balancing act along the not-so-sturdy branch below you.
>No sense in dropping back down to where you came from, you'll just end up drowning in swamp-water in the middle of the night, or alternatively, you might get turned into gator-bait and you can't imagine either of those things being a particularly fun way to go out.
>As you near the main trunk of the tree, you dig your claws into the thick bark causing a sticky amber coloured solution to run out and down onto your hands as you begin the slow climb down to the forest floor with wobbly legs.
>You've never really been much of a heights kind of person. Even though you do happen to have wings now, the chances of you ever using them for flight are slim to none.

>>29808007
>Panic attack mid-air? No thank you.
>They do make an excellent emergency blanket on colder nights though, you'll definitely give them that.
>As you scale down the trunk of the tree, you glance down to observe your process only to find you're just about six feet off of the ground.
>One of the perks of only going up as far as you can climb prevent you from getting yourself in /too/ difficult of a position where you may otherwise freeze up and get stuck.
>As soon as your feet hit the soft marshy ground below, you start scanning your eyes around immediately for something else that you're going to need out here in order to make your night-shift wandering across the forest floor at least somewhat more bearable.
>Aha! That's what you're looking for!
>You eagerly reach on down, grabbing a sturdy looking stick you can use as a staff for battling off the local wildlife, and the best bit? It also comes in handy doubling as a latern holder to stop your wrist from sitting in an awkward position for too long.
>There's an art in picking the perfect staff, and you have the gift for it. Sturdy and smooth from the bottom upwards with some longer over-stretched branch-like parts on top for hanging your wares from.
>Perfect.
>Hooking your lantern onto the front of your new accessory, you zip-up your rucksack and raise your hood as you set off into the depths of the forest.

Stopping here for now.

>>29808021
Bredy good. Is this dragon still a Brit?

>>29797515
>He’s gotta be joking, he has to be.
>There’s no way that he could have harnessed anything remotely similar to the elements.
>But, the way he talks, he’s so confident about it.
>Not to mention it explains Discord’s sudden disappearance.
>As: “But let’s not dwell on such trivial matters, the former god of chaos is not what I came to speak with you tonight.”
>Just hearing Asmod refer to Discord as “the former” angers you on a level you can’t even explain.
>Discord has given you constant shit ever since you got here, showing practically no sign of remorse.
>But there’s no denying he’s been your guide this whole time.
>Without Discord, would you have done half the stuff you’ve already done?
>Definitely not.
>So, as fucked up as it is, you care about the guy.
>And now he’s been reduced to a statue, all because he got… too nosey?
>Oh god, was he looking into how you wound up in Equestria?
>He had to have been, and that means…
>This is your fault.
>The revelation almost topples you over.
>Not again… not again…
>Asmod takes note of your reaction.
>As: “Why, you’re feeling responsible for this, aren’t you?”
K: “Y-y-you…”
>As: “That’s one thing that you’ve always been rather affluent in, taking on guilt. Wouldn’t you agree?”
>The words don’t even come out your mouth any more.
>As: “No… definitely not ready… I shouldn’t be rushing things, my apologies.”
>Asmod begins to walk away, intending to leave you in the middle of the road.
>Your addled mind has no issue in him doing so, but your legs seem to have a different goal.
>Why are you walking? You don’t want to do this, do you?
>A part of you must, because you’re following him.

>>29808996
>It doesn’t even feel like you’re in control, more like something is pushing you along.
>Left, right, left, right…
>Right behind Asmod…
>He notices after a bit.
>Or perhaps he knew all along and was weighing the options of how to react.
>Either way, he suddenly turns, whipping his tail around.
>So much larger than you, his tail careens right into your ribs.
>The wind is knocked right out of you and you fall onto the ground with a thud.
>As: “Don’t pretend to be so eager now, when your time comes, you will know.”
>Even if you had a retort for him, it would have been swallowed up by your pained gasps for air.
>He’s just standing there, looking down at you.
>As: “Perhaps… if you are so eager to act, I shall give you a chance to act.”
>Their gaze turns off to the distance, towards the party.
>As: “The domestic dragon, I would venture that other than Discord, they are your closest relationship here, yes?”
>How does he…?
>You start to sit up, or at least attempt to.
>As: “Skip will not be in that dungeon for much longer, I can promise you that.”
>It’s like he’s staring into your soul right now.
>As: “He may be out already, depending on how quickly he figured out the present I sent him this morning. The moment he comes to me, I will give him a very simple order to redeem himself.”
>Asmod sneers, relishing on the atmosphere he has created.
>As: “To kill that domestic dragon in any way he sees fit. Of course, if you can stop him before that… well, perhaps then you’ll be ready.”
>You don’t know how to react right now, everything is such a blur…
>As: “Can you act now? Or will you simply watch as another you care about has their life ripped away in front of your eyes?”
>He knows…
>He knows about back then…
>Asmod is walking away now, leaving you with all of this.
>As: “Time is limited. I suggest you treat this with utmost urgency.”

>>29809018
>Khoa doesn't worry about it.

>Skip fails, just like she knew he would

>>29805479
>Firefighter anon turns into dragon.
>Slowly watches as the elements they worked so hard to keep at bay in the past goes out of control.
>Tries to stop it.
>Hilarity ensues.
>They did say fight fire with fire, right??

>>29809643
In theory, a dragon could breath some fire to burn off the oxygen in the air, choking the bigger, more dangerous uncontrolled fire.
Or just incinerate anything that burns, creating a firebreak, I dunno.

>firefighter anon turns into carbon dioxide-breathing dragon parody
>can extinguish forest fires in godzilla-mode accidentally choking all fauna in there
>winds up back on Earth
>lynched by global warming crowd for excessive carbon emission

>>29809378
>Skip accidentally kills or seriously injures himself
>Assmad is forced to reevaluate his life's choices that have lead to him making Skip his henchman

I just found a good business opportunity - employment agency for henchmen and villains.
Providing education, marksmanship training, sensitivity training with rolled-up newspaper, anti-idiocy classes and analysis of evil opportunities for the would-be villains.
I mean, for someone like Dr. Evil it would be hard to find staff that would agree to work in his secret volcano hideout.
Or suppose you're just starting out, doing evil things in your hometown, terrorizing it's citizens. But you feel that kicking trashcans, chasing cats up the trees and spitting on sidewalks is not enough, then you can contact the agency and they will help you choose and refine your evil ways. Sophisticated robberies, city-wide arson, foalnapping, international crime syndicates, playing monsters in local amusement park and substitute teachers in miss Steel Ruler's school for misbehaving foals - there are so many opportunities to be evil with even more opening every day, waiting for the discerning evil-doer.

>>29808430
Undecided yet, but probably. Makes it much easier for me to write her without it feeling too forced.

She's from a different walk of life than Daze is though, so their personalities and the way they'll react to certain situations will be totally different to prevent her from just becoming Daze 2.0.

She has insecurities, fears, etc that will come into play throughout the story.
>>29809643
I need this in my life.

>>29810133
>Marksmanship training
Fuckin lost it

Asmod can do a 'we are number one' bit with the villains

>>29810133
Someone write this.

>>29807564
>You slowly open your eyes and blink as they adjust to the morning light.
>As you become more coherent, you take in the position of your body. You're sprawled out on your bed in the wrong direction, with your feet on your pillows and your head at the foot of the bed. Your limbs are going out in all directions, and your jaw is hanging open with a puddle of drool by you head.
>You want to get up- no, you /should/ get up, but you don't /want/ to. You've never felt more relaxed in your life, you're scared to even move, lest you ruin this perfect state you're in.
>Memories of last night flooded back to you, and just how good it felt.
>A primal urge took over you when you saw Spike, and it took everything you had to keep an ounce of intelligence about you.
>As soon as you were alone with yourself though, it all went out the window. Your mind went blank and you only cared about one thing.
>You aren't sure just how many times you got yourself there, you just know that it was complete ecstasy from the moment your head hit the bed.
>You remember clenching your teeth and stifling screams as your entire body tensed up before going limp, and then repeating the process.
>Now you're feeling the aftermath. Your muscles are tender and sore, but they tingle all over.
>You roll your head over and face the window, seeing the light seeping in along with the sparkling of the crystalline walls.
>Last night was dreamless, you must've really done a number on yourself to have achieved that...
>'You're going to have to get up at some point.'
>Shut up.
>You lay there a bit longer, slowly waking up little by little until you eventually force yourself out of bed.

>>29811361
>You shakily stand up from your bed and make your way to the nearest bathroom, clutching the corner of your bed sheets and dragging them along behind you as you walk.
>You're gonna have to wash these sheets...
>Your footsteps and the sound of the fabric dragging behind you echoes down the hallway and you shamble toward the bathroom, your arms hanging limp.
>Everything feels so...loose, and good.
>You pass by the little laundry room that Spike uses to wash all of the miscellaneous things like sheets, towels and rags, and you haphazardly toss your sheets into the doorway and continue on.
>Once in the shower, the fog in your head starts to lift.
>'Ok, it's time to act like a person again.'
>You dry yourself off and regain your composure. No more slouching, no more loosely hanging arms, no more primordial sexual rampages...
>You head back to your room, grab your dress and head for the kitchen. Hopefully Twilight or at least Glimmer will be there to help you get dressed.
>You begin to hear voices down the hall as you near the kitchen, looks like Twilight and Glimmer are there at least.
>You walk through the doorway and spot Spike preparing food at the counter.
>You expected to feel something when you saw him, but it looks like your primal urges are spent for the time being...thank Christ.
>He turns to greet you but stutters a bit.
>Oh yeah, no clothes on...
"Mornin' Spike."
>He looks a bit flustered and returns his attention to the food he's making, so you turn to face Twilight and Glimmer.
"Hey Twilight, you think you can give me a hand with this? When you're ready, anyway?"
>Her eyes light up and she almost chokes on the food she was chewing.
>T: "I'd love to! We can do it when breakfast is over!"
>Starlight begins chuckling next to her.
>SG: "Come on Twilight, that's not necessary. We have magic!"
>Twilight's cheeks get a little pink as she tries to weasel her way out of this.

>>29811361
>Last night was dreamless, you must've really done a number on yourself to have achieved that...
>tfw dreamless night every night
>don't see a single dream for weeks
It's a weird kind of feel.

>>29811650
>T: "Well, I prefer to work with my hooves because...um, it's important! It's important to, uh...not get to dependent...on magic."
>SG: "Well you never seem to practice that sort of thinking any other time..."
>Twilight just giggles nervously, and Starlight rolls her eyes.
>Starlight stand up from the table and her horn begins to glow. Shortly after, your dress dissapears in a cloud of smoke. You suddenly feel your mid-section being constricted as the dress materializes onto you.
"Hey, it worked!"
>Starlight lifts her chin with a triumphant smile.
>SG: "See? Nothing a little magic can't fix."
>Twilight looks bummed out, and she lets out a defeated sigh.
>T: "Yeah, I suppose that /is/ the best way to do it..."
"Don't worry Twilight, maybe later you can help me.../take it off/."
>Twilight's face goes pale, and you think she might pass out again, but you're distracted by the sound of glass breaking behind you.
>You turn to see Spike blushing hard. He appears to have crushed a glass of orange juice in his fist.
>You all look at him with concerned looks on your faces.
>S: "uh...whoops."
>You chuckle quietly to yourself and walk up to Spike, stealing the toast he had on the plate in his other hand and walking back toward your room.
>S: "H-hey, we're still getting lunch together right?"
>You turn to respond with a piece of toast hanging out of your mouth.
"Yeah, just gotta pay Rarity a visit first."
>You head back to your room, grab Rarity's book and your list, then head out the front doors after a small goodbye.
>God damn, Spike sure does make some good toast...

>>29810133
>>29811342
Omg, it's such a good idea.

>Asmod lets discord go in exchange for access to other worlds.
>He takes villains from all over and trains them like an X-Men type of school.
>His plots are overthrown by Mary Sues and eventually his school is found out by none other than the Wanderer.
>The Wanderer and Asmod fight it out for the sake of evil shadows

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>>29811825
>none can achieve a definitive victory so both are forced to coexist
>third force is created to make sure that the other two won't destroy the world in their conflict
This is shaping up to be real khorosho.

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>>29780852
>I blinked once, suddenly wide awake. I didn't remember falling asleep at all, or much before I must have done so...I...I had no idea how long it had been. I stared wide-eyed up at the sky, seeing incredibly swirly clouds pass by me. They seemed so much more tangible than they should be, a lot more defined. Where was I?
>Quickly I shot upwards from the ground and immediately fell back down, my body incredibly wrong and bigger than it should have been. What the fuck? I stared at my arms, jointed oddly and a grey blue. Scaled. I flexed my fingers, hooked claws at the end. What the fuck.
>Panic settled calmly below the surface. Slowly I tried to get up again, finding my feet. Also scaled and colored the same way, also jointed...oddly. Like everything had shifted location. Casually I strolled up to a nearby pond and looked into the too-blue and too-reflective waters. Gone was my...I couldn't remember how I used to look, but I knew it was different. I had a long snout with high nostrils, tube-like ears set high on my head, and dual trails of webbing down my head along my neck and back. I had a tail too, webbed along the side of it. I opened my mouth to see rows of needle teeth caging a long thing tongue.
>Loud shouts and laughter jolted me out of my self-inspection and I whirled around, all my spines raised as I reflexively let out a hiss.

"OH MY GOD IT'S A DRAGON!"

>A bright pink pony screamed, turning and running straight into another purple pony, setting off a chain reaction that sent every pony tumbling to the ground. Oh God, what the fuck? Physically feeling my panic now I looked around, sudden fear driving me to dive into the lake. Aaahh, safety. As my heart's pounding slowed awareness of the situation came to me. There are talking colorful ponies here. And my ears and nostrils seemed to have shut by themselves. Huh, I don't think I was this good of a swimmer before. What was before?

r8 & h8
this is my first time be gentle

>>29811945
It's shit.

>>29811945
>Turning around the water I see a pink pony in scuba diving gear and let out a silent scream. Mouth suddenly full of water I push myself to the surface and cough, spitting out water and gasping. Funny how I didn't feel at all like I needed to breathe until I tried to drink the lake.

"HI! My name is Pinkie Pie! Ohmygosh I'm so excited to see another baby dragon! WellIguessyouaren'ttotallyababysinceyoudoseemalotbiggerthanSpikebutyou'redefinitelynothatbig. What's your name?"

I blinked at her, mentally incapable of forming a coherent thought after the word bombardment.

"Uh."

"OHMYGOSHYOUCANTALKTOOTHAT'SSOCOOL."
A voice behind me ahem'd and I turned around to see five other ponies. There was a white one, blue one, orange one, and a yellow pony cowering behind a purple one. There was also a small green dragon. The purple pony was the next to speak, seeing like the leader.

"Pinkiepie settle down. My name is Twilight Sparkle, what is a juvenile dragon doing in Ponyville? What *is* your name?"

"Twilight he looks like a steer staring at a snake, are you sure he's a dragon? Looks a bit funny to me." The orange pony was the one talking now, with an accent. I stared as the purple one's - Twilight's - horn began to glow with a shimmery aura and a book was pulled from the bags across her back. She flipped the pages quickly, also with her horn, settling on one before nodding to herself and putting the boom back. "He's a water dragon Applejack, they're a bit more sleek than your average mountain-dwelling one." That would explain a bit. They all stared at me expectantly, the pink one too though I didn't notice her leaving the water or changing out of her gear.

"I don't know."

"What?" Even the terrified yellow one was looking at me odd.

"I don't know my name, or what I'm doing here. I don't know how I got here at all, I just woke up next to the lake and then you came and I..I was surprised because everything here feels so different."

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>>29811953

>>29812002
Water dragons are cash family, I'd read more.

The first person view is interesting. definitely unusual, but not bad.

The only real criticism I have is to maybe structure the dialogue a bit better. I was able to read it just fine, but someone else may not be able to.

I look forward to more if you feel inclined

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>>29812391
I'll try my best

>>29812002
Do more. I like this.

>>29812391
To add I did not know that first person is unusual. I tried writing in 2nd but it was difficult for me, was way easier to write in first.

OP did ask 'you' about 'your' personal situation

>>29812002
>Why would a dragon not know where he's from, why he's here, or even his name?
The blue pony said accusingly, seeming ready to charge at me. but I had no better answers for her. I didn't know how to respond, I was just as confused.
>Come on! You seem pretty suspicious, why can't you explain yourself!
Twilight shushed her.
>Rainbow Dash! I'd like to get answers, not send him running away.

I did want to run away at this point, my head hurt, and nothing made any sense.
>You said we're in Ponyville? What is that? Who are all of you? Is everyone else...like you? Ponies? I'm a - a water dragon?

The white pony and the orange one, Applejack, gave concerned looks to each other. Twilight seemed shaken up by my response. The shy one nearly whispered, no longer hiding behind Twilight.
>I-I think that we should help him. He must be really far from home.
Applejack gave a thoughtful reply.
>Weeell there's plenty o' room on the farm for him.
>Psh! If you want to get gobbled up by this creepy dragon.
>I think we should throw a welcome party!
>He should come with me to the library so I can do research, maybe I'll figure out where he's from and why he can't remember anything.
>Poor darling, I can't imagine-

All the voices jumbled together into a cacophony of noise in my head, making me cringe in pain. It was all too much and with every moment I was getting more scared, I had no idea what this place was and everything felt wrong....

>STOOOOP!

Every pony froze. I flushed with shame at yelling at such...helpless seeming ponies. They knew as little as I did. The green dragon started to speak.

>Guys, I think we need to slow down a bit...He seems really upset...
Twilight nodded.
>Well...dragon, since you don't remember your name...maybe we should give you one? Spike, what do you think we should name him?
I nodded at her, though it pained me that still I had no idea who I was. Spike looked at me carefully.
>How about Webs?

Criticisms necessary

>>29812863
The dialogue layout is a lot better now, good on ya.

The story is shaping up to be pretty interesting. The only other thing I can think of is more descriptive text. Surroundings, senses, tone of voice, body language etc.

You'll probably get better feedback once the more experienced writefags wake up

>>29812863
yeah. it's pretty bad desu

>>29804987
You can stop posting anytime. No one's reading.

>>29812954
>>29811953
Go back to shitposting /ptfg/ to death you cancerous faggot.

>>29812926
>>29812939

Will try to improve on detail
The word limits make it difficult

Im making it up as I go but Im also thinking of a plot

>>29812002
>small green dragon
Think you meant purple and green there, anon

>>29812863
V excited for another water dragon :D

>>29812863
Water dragon sounds like a fun addition to the roster. The way you handle dialogue is a bit odd, but I could find myself getting used to it after a while.

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Hello I am new to site could you I request art from artist. Could I get drawing of Spike dragon turning into think. Would be very appreciative thank you friends.

>>29814174
Yes

>>29809018
>You’re left there to ponder the situation at hand and to nurse a sore rib.
>Asmod said a lot, none of it good.
>Discord is… gone.
>And if what he says is true Spike is in mortal danger.
>Skip may be lacking in a lot of areas, but he’s killed before, and will do it again.
>It takes you a moment to get back up on your feet and stable.
>There’s probably a bruise under all these scales.
>You could head to the castle and check if Skip has broken out yet.
>But if he has, you’d have wasted far too much time…
>No, you have to get to Spike.
>Grunting, you start to trudge back to the party.
>Each step with your left foot hurts, it’s not unbearable, but it’s painful.
>All you can really do is grit your teeth and deal with it.
>Once you get to Spike, you can hide him away somewhere.
>Hide him away then get the guards to start searching for Skip…
>A solid plan, just need to get back to the party…
>It’s a slow walk, the pain has only just started to subside by the time you reach all the flashing lights of the party.
>Now just to find Spike.
>Thank God he’s still sitting at the table, awkwardly looking around.
K: “Sp-Spike! You need to come with me /now/!”
>He looks over, a little startled by your tone.
>Spike doesn’t argue though, he gets up and walks over.
>S: “What’s going on Khoa?”
>You almost consider telling him, but you don’t want to worry the guy.
K: “Nothing… let’s… let’s just go to my house for a bit…”
>He can hide in a closet until you find a better spot.

>>29815264
>Either Spike doesn’t comment on it, but your walk is going back to a decent pace.
>No broken ribs it seems, that’s good.
>But no time to celebrate that, you’ve got a lot more than that to worry about.
>Spike will have to lay low until somebody catches Skip and ensures Asmod can’t get to him.
>That is, if Asmod wasn’t saying all that to intimidate you.
>It’s possible, but you don’t get the feeling he’s the kind of guy to bluff about anything.
>He sure didn’t fucking bluff when he knocked you flat on your ass.
>As if going to this party wasn’t going to shit up your night enough tonight, things have just been getting progressively awful.
>You feel a twinge of guilt, knowing that you’ll have to tell Fluttershy about Discord.
>And how it’s your fault that it happened.
>Once again, something to think about another time.
>The two of you are quickly outside your house.
K: “Look… I need you to just kind of… hide for a bit.”
>S: “Hide? Why?”
K: “Somebody… well, uh, they are very angry with me- and they intend to take that out on you.”
>He doesn’t seem to know how to react, not that you can blame him.
>After a bit, he nods, at least somewhat understanding the situation.
>You still haven’t mentioned that this involves them wanting to kill him, and you intend to keep it that way.
>No need to complicate matters.
>Opening the door to head inside, you notice something off.
>Did you leave your window open?
>Before you have time to ponder it further, you’re out cold, thanks to something smashing into your face.
>The last thing you hear before slipping out it the startled yelp of Spike.

>>29815285
>When you come to, you’re sitting against the wall of your house.
>Your head feels like it's been split in two, and that’s not too crazy of a thought considering the method of your assault.
>Slowly gaining composure, you see Skip sitting casually in a chair, next to a bound and gagged Spike.
>Sk: “Th-that’s how you knock a dragon out with a r-rock…”
>Still a smug little twat, some things never change.
>And your headache doesn’t help that.
>Sk: “A-Asmod is giving me a chance for redemption, b-but you know th-that. But he d-did offer me a… special route to d-do things.”
>Skip stands up, stretching as he keeps his eyes glued on you.
>Sk: “H-he said if I d-do it in a specific way, I’ll have proven mys-self in a w-way I could have never done before.”
>He produces an ornate knife from beside him as be begins to pace around the room.
>Sk: “To d-do it front of y-you. A-after all, what could y-you do to stop it?”
>You haven’t been bound at all.
>There’s nothing restraining you besides your aching head.
>But you have a feeling that’s not what he’s talking about.
>You know for a fact that’s not what he’s talking about.
>Sk: “Wh-what was that human female called again? A-Asmod has told me the st-story, but I’m foggy on the details.”
>The dragon cackles as your head droops down in shame.
>Fuck.

>>29815299
>That day still haunts you.
>How could it not?
>Seeing her die, watching it happen while you hid like a coward.
>The image is seared in your mind.
>Nightmares don’t have to be frequent to keep the wounds fresh.
>Trying to live with is possible, sure, but it’s never gone away.
>Vanessa.
>A bright girl with a bright future once, now currently a resident of her own wooden box.
>She died because of you.
>Everybody knew that, they never looked at you the same.
>You couldn’t focus in your studies, you couldn’t do work.
>Bristol became a prison, a prison of judging eyes.
>Not that you didn’t agree with them, you know it’s your fault too.
>You’re probably crying right now.
>Everything is numb right now.
>It’s not just her life that you’ve fucked up.
>Discord got wrapped up into all this because of you- and you see where that got him.
>And now Spike is going to get killed, all because of you.
>Khoa, the coward who can’t even stand up for those who care about them.
>It should have been you who died that day, not Vanessa.
>She’d be living her life, and nobody here would even have an inkling about this.
>Things would be peaceful and happy.
>But they’re not.
>Because you’re a coward.

>>29815307
>Sk: “A-as fun as this is to w-watch, I think w-we should get onto the show, yes?”
>You snivel, looking up.
>Skip has his knife angled right over Spike’s neck.
>Spike’s eyes are wide with fear, he’s staring at you pleadingly.
>His eyes look like her’s when she was about to die.
>You don’t want to watch this.
>Last time you watched, and it was awful.
>Sk: “Wh-what Asmod sees in you, I have n-no clue. It p-pains me to see a creature s-so pitiful call itself a d-dragon.”
>Skip has basically launched into a monologue at this point, berating you for your cowardice.
>It’s nothing you haven’t thought of before, more confirmation if anything.
>He’s not getting “on with the show” really, but it doesn’t matter does it?
>Maybe not to you right now, but to Spike it does.
>He’s staring at you, not even blinking.
>Is this really pleading?
>His body isn’t shaking, tears aren’t flowing, he’s just staring.
>Your initial thoughts might have been wrong in regards to what he was thinking...
>Maybe it’s anger, or acceptance.
>But, maybe it isn’t.
>You return his gaze, studying his face.
>In return, Spike nods at you slightly.

>>29815317
>Why did he nod?
>Does he… expect something?
>Did Vanessa expect something from you that day too?
>You have no idea, maybe she did, maybe she didn’t.
>But Spike seems to.
>And… he’s here, right now.
>You can’t forgive yourself for what happened back then, not yet.
>But sitting here and letting it happen again isn’t going to fix that.
>What can you do though?
>That doesn’t matter, you have to do something, anything.
>If you don’t, then you’ll only be adding more regrets to the long list you have.
>You’ll be letting Skip win.
>You’ll be letting /Asmod/ win.
>In the limited time you’ve known them, you’ve learned one key thing about them.
>They’re fucking scum.
>Bile is rising in your throat, all your self loathing diverting to something else.
>Them.
>These fucking assholes who think they can just walk over anybody because it services them.
>Dragons who will kill another of their kind just to prove a fucking point.
>Fuck them.
>You’ve made mistake after fucking mistake, but those were mistakes.
>These guys do shit like this on purpose.
>Fuck them, fuck them, fuck them.
K: “Fuck you!”
>Skip loses focus, looking over at you.

>>29815326
>Taking the opportunity, Spike ducks away, wriggling as best he can in his bindings.
>Skip goes to try and grab him, but you’re already moving.
>Tackling Skip, you pin him against the wall.
>But the slippery bastard pushes back, knocking you down.
>He seems conflicted, his eyes dart between Spike and your door.
>Being the coward he is, they run for the door.
>No, he’s not going to get away.
>Your rage is carrying you right after him.
>Looks like you’re just as fast, if not faster than him.
>Within moments, you’re hot on his tail.
>Gritting your teeth together, you lunge.
>Both of you roll for a bit, tumbling together.
>When you stop rolling, it you who’s on top.
>The look in his eyes is full of fear.
>Good.
>Little shits like this just take and take.
>Like the asshole at the cafe that day.
>You feel the bile moving up in your throat again.
>As you go to yell at them, to just let it all, something different happens.
>Instead of your angry words, it’s blistering hot fire that comes out.
>It’s like pressure has been building up in you for ages, and it’s only just now finally getting out.
>You can only describe the sensation as fucking amazing.
>Maybe it wasn’t bile rising in your throat after all.

>>29815332
Metal

>>29814174
You fucking degenerate. I bet you want some pictures of flying into running too you goddamned primitive.

>>29814174
r/ing that someone turn this anon into better english.

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>>29815332
Fucking metal/10

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wash tub bamp,,

>>29816357
Top cute.

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>>29816357
>water dragon's scale changes color with humidity
>dull and grayish when dry
>but shows it's bright and iridescent splendor when wet

>>29816428
>tfw you know exactly what that picture is fan art of

>>29816428
O: das cute, weather warning dragon,,

>>29816428
>>29816500
Cool. A live humitidy meter.

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>You are Celestia, goddess of the sun, grand commander of the Royal Canterlot Army, and co-ruler of all Equestria and its protectorates
>And currently in the throes of a splitting headache
>Only minutes had passed since a massive wave of magical feedback washed over you
>Even your mystic prowess hadn't been able to divine anything from the blast
>It had clearly been from some being of incredible power, perhaps even dwarfing someone like Discord, who even overwhelmed you in terms of capability
>A thundering of hooves on marble alerted you to the frantic approach of another pony
>”Sister, by Tartarus what was that?”
>Luna
>It only made sense, in Canterlot she was second only to you in terms of divination
>You simply shook your head and gave her a look that told her everything
>She hung her head low, her mane dimming
>You could sympathize with her, being woken in such a violent manner would only make the feeling that you had far worse
>The sound of further galloping pulls you from your thoughts and you gather yourself
>Headache or no, you had to present yourself as a ruler
>A messenger, a white unicorn covered in sweat, slides to a halt and wearily bows, panting heavily
>You gesture for him to rise, and muster all the power you can into your voice
“What is it, Marble?”
>It was Sly Marble, a high ranking member of the Stellar Scrolls, the largest corps of diviners in the kingdom
>With your help, they established the largest communication network in the known world, stationing telepathic messengers in every city, town, and hamlet that had sprung up
>It allowed incredibly quick and accurate transmission throughout Equestria
>Marble took a deep breath, and began speaking through his heavy breathing

>>29816784
>”My Princesses, an urgent message has come from one of our outposts on the border of the Gryphon Rookery!”
>The gryphons? But how could that be
>Their 'sorcerers' were leagues behind even apprentices in Equestria, hardly able to clean small wounds with their magic
>Marble inhaled again, then continued speaking
>”There was a telepathic message that was sent with such power that the unicorn manning the post had her horn shatter! But her pegasus assistant managed to reach a nearby town and alert us by telegram to this dire event.”
>The news was troubling
>The surge was powerful enough to give you a migraine certainly, but strong enough that someone near the source was crippled by it?
>What in all of creation could have such power behind it?
>Marble regained his composure and continued
>”It seems as well, princesses, that there was indeed a message in the blast. Sky High, the pegasus there, transmitted it as well.”
>He unrolled a scroll, and his words chilled you to the bone
>”The message reads, “I am Agon, the Star Eater.” Princess, do you know what that means?”
>His head cocks to the side as he give you a quizzical look
>”Is everything quite alright you majesty? You look...frightened.”
>Fighting against your dread, you still the trembling that had taken root in your wings and struggle to keep a level tone
“Thank you, Mable, for bringing this matter to us. Please, allow me some time to consult with my sister on this grave matter.”
>Marble nods slowly and backs out of the room

>>29816785
>You wave your wing at the royal guards standing by the pillars
“Out, this is not a conversation for anyone but myself and Princess Luna.”
>The guards bow and march out of the room, the grand doors booming as they shut behind the troop
>Almost immediately, your wings start trembling
>You grind your teeth together, even as you hear your sister timidly approach and take a seat beside you
>”It's him.”
>You can hear the tension in her voice, a sound like she's about to burst
>It's hard to tell whether it will be with tears or in a furious tirade
“So it would seem, Luna.”
>You turn your head and see the tendons in her neck contracting repeatedly
>She turns to you and you see a manic grin stretching over her face
>”After all these ages he's come back.”
>You nod solemnly, seeing where she was going
>”I want him, sister.”
>The tension in her neck had spread over her body, leaving her wings outstretched and twitching
>A slighter grin grows on your own face
“I'll have my Dragonslayers ready within the day.”
>Luna shakes her head sharply
>”No. You maintained my Chiropt Guard did you not? Then did you not also keep the Serpens Venatori active as well?”
>You nod to her again
>She tosses her starry mane to the side as her face hardens
>”Then I will depart within the hour.”
>Luna marches solemnly towards the grand doors of the throne room
>As she open them, you hear her barking orders to the guards, until once more they slam shut, leaving you alone in the silent chamber
>A strange excitement grows in your chest as you fully take in what this means
“Good hunting sister, I pray you find our vengeance.”

Whoops, school decided my ass wasn't loose enough! But here we are, drawing to the climax!

>>29816789
Good stuff

>>29813762
He's mostly green darn it

>>29814046
Can you explain how I should handle the dialogue? Ive never done this sort of thing so I dont really understand

>>29817549
Im an idiot, hes purple
iunno whats wrong with me

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>>29817549
>He's mostly green
>>29817560
Get your eyes checked m8.

>>29817549
Just read some other green texts, either here or from another thread. There's a lot of different ways people handle it. There's no real 'wrong' way to do it, as long as it's readable

>>29817574
I suppose his belly, spikes, ears, and eyes all together have made me see him as green in my head with purple being secondary

>>29818174
Purple, green, who honestly gives a shit?

>>29817549
I'd say experiment and go with what works for you. I did say dialogue was odd, not unreadable. As long as it can be read, it's good.

>>29816789
Those dragon slayers are about to take a dirt nap

>>29815332
>You must have passed out shortly thereafter, because when you come to, you’re in bed.
>Your throat feels raw, not surprising given that you just /yelled/ fire.
>A glass of water or some tea would be amazing right now...
>Looking to your side, Twilight and Spike are discussing something.
>TS: “-and are you sure that she can handle the news?”
>S: “She’d just be angry if you /didn’t/ tell her and she found out later…”
>Twilight looks over at you, jumping a little in surprise.
>TS: “Oh! Khoa! You’re awake! Spike said you went unconscious after… the altercation.”
>You nod, motioning towards your sink.
>She quickly fills you a glass of water, only taking a moment to find everything.
>Gulping down your drink, you can’t help but wonder what the “news” is.
>Probably nothing good if they’re anxious about telling you.
>Assuming they were talking about you that is.
K: “Hey uh… where did Skip go?”
>And awkward looks all around.
>So the news is probably about Skip, oh joy.
>TS: “He uh, well…”
>S: “He d-died!”
>Twilight shoots Spike an angry look.
>The worry on Spike’s face tells you that he just wanted to rip it off like a bandaid.
>Smart little guy, you’d have been pissed if they tried to hide that.

>>29820824
K: “He’s… dead?”
>Looking past Spike’s good call, there’s the fact that you blacked out while attacking Skip and now he’s dead.
>TS: “It’s true that dragons can resist flames and heat pretty well, but smoke inhalation is something else entirely…”
>Holy fuck…
>To hear such a real thing come from her mouth is just like be doused in a bucket of ice water.
>It’s sobering.
>But you don’t feel much guilt in this, not really.
>As shitty as it is, somebody like Skip doesn’t garner much sympathy from you.
>He’s killed, he was trying to kill again- and all because his boss told him to.
>Asmod, he’s probably already well aware his lacky is no more.
>Good, maybe now he won’t fucking toy with you anymore.
>It’s not likely, but being hopeful is always nice.
K: “I’m… sorry?”
>You don’t know what to tell these two.
>How are they supposed to react to you killing somebody?
>TS: “It’s okay Khoa… things got out of hand and you were protecting Spike and…”
>Looks like she’s about to burst into tears.
>Spike seems to be in decent shape, all things considered.
>You sigh, today is not going to be a very happy day for anybody.
K: “Are you two going to be okay? I really need to go see Fluttershy…”
>Spike nods, shooting a glance at Twilight, who reluctantly follows suit.
>That little fucking guy deserves a medal for all the shit he’s gone through these past several hours.
>But right now, you can’t congratulate the little guy, you’ve got some unsavory news to deliver.

>>29820836
Really liking where you are going with this.
Both deliveries today have been quite enjoyable

Hey, all you lurkers who prefer to just sit back and read- how about you share your voice for a bit and tell us your favorite green here?

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>>29821371
bunki is def my favorite hes a brit n brobably a muss-lim too :DDDDDD tha thread of dragons mbust be bwatered in teh blood of shidposters.

>>29821371
Dazed, Clarissa one, and Treasure's crime hunting pair oneshots. But I actually enjoy all the greens except Tonic, because I'm too lazy to catch up on it.

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Ride on little general, ride on.

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>>29821691
T-Thanks.. Y-you too..
>>29821491
Wew fangs aninimoose I Eva so habbi 4 ur subbort!!b1 aloha snackbar everywun!! Pce b wiv u hoink honk here cum the truck!

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>>29808021
my take on Alice.

>>29822905
hella cute

>>29822905
Fuckin' nice, man. This looks fantastic. Good crisp colors and lines. Alice looks adorable in that hood.

>>29822905
What a qt, really nice work Anon.

Two drawfags, several writefags, and yet one of the most quiet generals in terms of discussion around. This is not related to our mutual shitposter- but maybe you guys should merge with the PTFG. At least there people talk frequently.

>>29823574
A lot of them already do write for ptfg I think

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fuck I wish I was a dragon.