Pony Horror Thread #3

>>29804314
>>29803527
Glad you both liked it. I was worried it was a bit too convoluted and confusing. I do hope the ending made sense. But all in all, yes and no. Octavia did and did not get a happy ending. Depends how you look at it.
That's what makes it horrifying.

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>>29805239

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>>29805239
The repurposed firehouse was quiet. The only sounds were the occasional blip of Sunray’s arcade machine, and the occasional clank and bump from Whinnyston working on the Aether-1. Queenie was sitting at her desk, leaning back and idly filing her hooves while she chewed on some gum. Every so often she would blow a bubble and pop it loudly, the snap echoing through the garage. The phone on her desk had been quiet for the past few days, which was a relief, but it meant the Wraithwreckers had no work, and no work meant no bits. Epona was out with Sunray doing research on some of the spirits they had encountered in the past week, which just left Prancer, Whinnyston, and Queenie at the station.
Queenie huffed quietly to herself and blew another bubble. Whinnyston and Prancer weren’t bad, but they weren’t her kind of pony. That Epona Spangler, though… Queenie smiled as she daydreamed about Epona’s cute little glasses, humming to herself.
“Queenie!”
Queenie was rudely roused from her daydream by a voice she knew all too well. Prancer Venkpon. A colleague of Epona’s like Sunray Stance, they’d all worked together before forming the Wraithwreckers to combat the growing threat of spirits Manehatten had suddenly found itself beset by. Queenie distinctly disliked Prancer. He was an earth pony, but thought himself Celestia’s gift to mares. He really just seemed to be along for the ride, and Queenie was positive he had been nothing more than a con-artist who was luckily at the right place at the right time.
“Yeaaaah, what is it?” Queenie answered.
“We gotten any calls today?” Prancer asked.
“I’d’ve let you know if we did.” Queenie said, snapping her gum loudly.
“Fair enough. Thanks Queenie.” Prancer said. He pointed a hoof at her and winked. She just rolled her eyes and went back to filing her hooves.

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>>29806282
About an hour later, the firehouse door opened and Epona walked in with Sunray. They were chatting animatedly about the possible origin of some of the spooks they’d blasted around the city.
“I just think we should investigate the area, Epona. The ghosts all seem to be circling that part of town, so if we were to sweep the area…” Sunray was saying.
“…we’d likely not find anything. There’s too many houses, stores, buildings, and other areas we wouldn’t have access to the source could be hiding in. We would need more evidence before we try to get in there.” Epona said firmly.
“But we could at least walk through the area where we’re allowed. Maybe we’d find some of the evidence you’re looking for!” Sunray insisted.
“If you’re so set on it, then sure, go ahead. But if you find anything, ANYTHING, you come right back here and let us know so we can all check it out together, alright? The last thing we need is somepony getting possessed.” Epona said, pushing her spectacles up her muzzle.
“Fantastic! Thanks, Epona! I’ll be back later!” Sunray said, and trotted back out the door.
Epona looked Queenie’s way. “No calls today Queenie?” She asked.
Queenie started in her seat and dropped her hoof file. “None yet, Epona. Hey, if you’re not buy later, would you like to…”
“Sorry Queenie, I need to double check something I left sitting out in the lab overnight. I’ll be back later.” Epona said, continuing up the stairs.
Queenie huffed and floated her hoof file back up and angrily started filing away, grumbling.
Whinnyston chuckled from underneath the Aether-1. “You really ought to choose your battles a bit better, Queenie. Epona’s almost always busy, and won’t pay attention to anything that isn’t work. If you could phrase it in terms of working, then you might stand a chance.”

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>>29806289
Queenie huffed. He was right, but that didn’t make it any less frustrating.
Upstairs, Epona unlocked her lab and stepped inside. The lights had been left on to make sure there wasn’t going to be any unexpected behavior in the ectoplasm sample she’d acquired. She wanted to see if it behaved the way she expected in light before trying to measure what was happening in the dark. The sample itself was a small pile of powder-blue goop, pressed up against the walls of a petri dish she had clamped to the table.
She fussed with dials, buttons, and bottles, before floating over a pad of parchment and a quill.
“Aetheric signature remains stable. Ectoplasmic growth normal. No unexpected discoloration or decay. Sample is still active, despite being separated from the host-ghost.” She said aloud. “Everything remains as I had left it yesterday, without any unpredicted changes. The question remains why it still seems to be trying to get somewhere, even without its host.” She said out loud.
Epona picked up the dish with her magic and turned it, and as she did the slime moved around the dish, sticking to one specific wall.
“You know, the best way to find out where it’s going would be to let it out.” Prancer said, leaning casually against the doorjamb.
“I realize that, but I don’t know if a small part of the wraith we caught will communicate information to the host body about us and the containment unit. Have brought it home, I don’t know if it is still intelligent without the host body, which is what I’m trying to determine.” Epona answered, pushing her spectacles back up her nose.
“Even ants know how to go home, Epona.” Prancer said.
“You raise a good point, but I still have a few tests I want to run before we attempt your idea. And I’ll want every Wraithwrecker here for every eventuality.” Epona said.

>>29806297
Thought I'd try something slightly more lighthearted. So you get pony Ghostbusters.

Updated my journal: https://pastebin.com/q2DX4mW6

>>29805086
>that pic
u-unf

We showed so much love to Octi. How about we show Vinyl some of our love also?

>>29807487
Vinyl, huh? I'll try to figure something out. It's honestly a bit more fun working with established characters because you know how they'll react. Got a specific genre of horror in mind? Supernatural, slasher, found footage?

>>29807912
Found footage of an aftermath of a rave gone wrong.
That's the first thing that came to mind.

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>>29807912
Not the same Anon, but I think a cyberpunk/tech noir horror story involving criminal empires, nightclubs, prostitution and shit would fit her character pretty well.

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>Blurry visions of light and misty shapes fill your view. Your are dazed and confused, seeing only the seemingly transparent figures move about and hearing only muffled sounds.
>The sounds were voices. They are hard to distinguish amidst your throbbing headache and seemingly deafened hearing.
>Whether they belonged to somepony standing near you, or to the "gods" that you now apparently belonged to, you could not tell.
>Sometime passes by. Vision and hearing slowly ease back as you try and gather and regain yourself.
>"Looks like hes coming to." One of the voices say.
>"About time, just make sure those restraints are tight and that ring is secured to his horn." Another voice calls out.
"Where am I..." You mutter, trying to get up only to feel a force pull you back down to the rough wood you were laying on.
>Your hooves and chest were chained down, tightly. You could barely even move and felt so weak.
>A few more minutes go by, feeling and awareness started to return as well as the rest of your vision and hearing.
>The sun shined brightly overhead, causing you to wince as you feel yourself moving.
>You were being transported somewhere in a cage. The metal bars and enchanted charms on the lock made escape in this condition impossible.
>Lifting your head, you can see the chains that bind you in place. They large, heavy, and rusted strands of metal dug into your skin and fur. Ripping at the flesh beneath them.

>>29808198
"These chains..." You mutter again.
>Swaying back and forth, you notice the two guards pushing your mobile prison.
>"Looks like hes just about completely out of it!" Said one of the guards looking into the cage.
>"We were ordered to dump him in a cell until his trial!" The other voice says, "Lets get him to his new...'home'." He says looking down on you with a smirk.
>The chains clatter as the wooden, caged in cart keeps moving. Along with the headache and the chains digging into your skin, you can feel is an intense hungering feeling, as the cart rolls clamoring along.
>"Hmph, trial? We should just execute this traitor." Says one of the two guards pushing your cart along.
>"Yeah I agree, I heard this one murdered Major Quartz on site, didn't even give him a chance to fight back!" The other guard said.
>"Chaos magic will do that to ya, drive you insane and make you an enemy of the kingdom..."
>These fools have no idea of what the meaning of insanity truly is...
>Every bump and turn made the chains dig deeper into your flesh, giving quick and intense surges of pain as they dug deeper and deeper into your now bare skin.
>The 3 of you and your mobile prison make way into the castle, only being able to see the overhead you couldn't tell exactly where you were. And this damn hunger wasn't helping you focus either.
>Rolling past torches and dimly lit halls, you begin to take notice of just where you are. This was the dungeon. They had deemed you dangerous enough to take you here...
>You traveled deeply into the halls, getting darker as you went down and eventually came to a stop.
>You can hear a prison door open, as does the cage door on the cart open as well.
>The guards unlock the bindings, giving a short moment of relief.

>>29808208
>The moment was short lived, as you roll out of the cage from the guards lifting the cart from one end forcing you out onto the dirt flooring. Your wounds burned after making contact with the ground.
>You cold barley move even without the chains around you. Only being able to lift your head enough to look at the damages the trip had done to you.
>Chunks of your fur were missing and bits of flesh had been frayed and bloodied from the chains on the rough ride.
>"Get him against the wall!" Said one of the guards, "And make sure the ring is tight to his horn, don't want him being able to cast anything!"
>They grab your legs and drag you across the dirt floor, stinging the exposed wounds. You can only clench your teeth and grit from the pain, not having enough energy to even speak in protest of your treatment.
>You are brought upright and your left forehoof is secured to a large wooden pillar with a lock. letting the rest of your body hang with your hoof locked over your head.
>It was low enough to the ground for you to sit, at least...
>They secure the locks and walk out, talking about you as they do.
>"Look at him, hes more demon then pony now." He says looking at your mane and cutie mark, "He shouldn't have a trial, he shouldn't even have rights, much less his life..."
>The two continue whispering to each other as they slam the bared door shut and leave down the hall. Leaving you secluded and alone with your thoughts, and this...hunger.
"I-I am so...hungry...so...weak..." You think to yourself.
>"You must feed on life...your hunger must be sated and your magic must be fueled..."
"They bound my magic...I cannot use it, and I lack the energy and mobility to remove it..."
>You look up to your horn, the black nullification ring sat at the base of your horn, along with another directly above it. Apparently the first must not have felt like enough for them.

>>29808214
>"They will cast their judgement upon you. You will be damned by them, your own kind..." The voices rang, "After all you had given to protect them..."
"I...I can't take this right now...I am just so...hungry..."
>Trying to ignore the voices, you think about what is to be your trail. Why hadn't they just executed you by now?
>What is it they could profit from you still being alive?
>Or could Celestia really not bring herself to have you killed?
>Your thoughts are interrupted by a set of hoof steps echoing down the hall. The shadow of whoever it is comes into view as they stop in front of your prison.
>"Your lucky to be alive, Nether." Said the familiar voice.
>Bringing your head up, you immediately recognize your former friend.
"What do you want, Light? Come to tell me about how I was wrong all along and you were right." You say turning your head.
>"No. I came to bring you this." He reaches into his saddlebag and pulls out a letter, "I found it shortly after you were brought down...I'm sorry about your mother, Nether..."
>Light slides the letter across the floor over within your reach. Picking it up you read the front saying "To my son".
"No...I was the one who couldn't help her." You say picking up the letter, "I wasn't strong enough. And now, I have nothing more to live for in this world. I have damned myself to the judgement of the royal court..."
>"I don't know what they will want to do with you. But..."
"I don't care what they decide." you say abruptly, "I have already lost everything. My home, my only family, my title, my standing...everything." Sighing heavily, you look back up to face Light again, "What more could be taken from me?"

>>29808003
>>29808028
Both good options. I'll think real hard and see what happens. Cyberpunk horror would be neat.

>>29808220
>"You still have your honor, Nether." He said staring at the letter in your hoof, "You should do like your father said. Maybe there is still time for redemption..."
>With those words, Light departs. Leaving you once again in the dark, with this insatiable damned hunger.
>Why? Why are you plagued at every turn? First it was the nightmares, then the voices, now...this unrelenting appetite.
"Why do I feel like this...its not any sort of food I hunger for...its...something deeper..." You say propping your head against the wall.
>"You must have life...you must feed on essence. The pain will not stop until you have satisfied your hunger..."
"And just how would I do that? I'm not able to use my magic much less even free myself from this prison."
>"The hunger will grow, and the madness, will grow with it..."
"Damn you..."
>You close your eyes and try not to think about your situation, instead, of only how they will sentence you in the days to come.
>Your sight is turned to the letter. Opening it up with your mouth and one free hoof, you read it again and again. Constantly reminding yourself of your wrongdoings.
"Honor..." You whisper to yourself, "I still have a shred of it left...I won't forsake it..."

A little shorter then what i normally throw up, but I'm trying to really articulate the next part still so I want to take my time with it.
You already know what it is, questions, comments, concerns all welcome!

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>>29808028
>>29808003
The music pounded throughout the club, and the lights strobed in time with the incessant beat. Vinyl threw up a hoof and pumped the air along with it as she mixed her tunes harder and faster. Her glasses made the club look far darker than it actually was, allowing the lights to be her only illumination to see what was going on. She glanced out at the dance floor and saw ponies everywhere bumping and grinding. Some had their cybernetics flashing, and she was kind of irked to see a few were off beat. Like, seriously, you can sync the music to the beat. There is literally an app in the club for that specifically.
Vinyl shook her head and focused back on her music. If they didn’t clue in soon, she’d have one of the big boys escort them out. For her music, you needed to be in the ‘zone’, and that included the lights. It was an experience. This wasn’t just dance, oh no, this was a full sensory overload that she had spent her life perfecting.
You’d come in, and be given a chip, and a drug. You had to have the right sensory augment for this, and you still had to have your normal tongue, or it wouldn’t work. You come in, flip on the chip, take the drugs, and then Vinyl would play. The sights, sounds, flashing lights, and the pounding of the beat would all combine with the drugs and the augment to give you the ride of your life. Ponies would lose themselves in it, and when it was all over, remember nothing except the absolute bliss. She was a peddler of sensations, and she was one of the best. She came at a very high price, but ponies were willing to pay to forget a few nights of their dreary lives.

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>>29809531
Sadly, Vinyl herself had only a faint idea of what exactly it was that happened, since she didn’t have any of the augments herself. She was pure horsemeat, which was a rarity in this day and age. She’d thought about getting some, but she didn’t know if any of it would impede her ability to play her music the way she normally did. Like, would using the turntable or the mixer be changed if she got hoof improvements? Would her ability to enjoy the drugs she took before each performance be impeded by an improved stomach or mouth? Would she still see the lights the same way if she got eye augments? Ear augments were absolutely out of the question, so she had none, and she intended to keep it that way.
Vinyl looked back out at the crowd, filling the floor below her platform from wall to wall, with all of the guards at the edges. She was reaching the crescendo of a song, and the good part was about to happen. This was when everypony danced for her the way she wanted them to. It gave her such a rush, and the voyeuristic portion of it was not lost on her. She didn’t really care, though.
Vinyl Scratch popped another capsule of Excite!™ in her mouth, and leaned heavily on the mixing console. The music started bending and warping as her hooves moved gracefully across the dials, switches, knobs. She pushed, pulled, turned, and flipped various parts of the controls and groaned in ecstasy. The music thrummed through her body from all sides, even through her headset, and she looked down at the ponies on the club floor.

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>>29809537
They were curled up in a writhing mass of bodies, covering it from wall to wall. They were engaged in all sorts of lewd, violent, and insane acts the likes of which they never would have attempted if not for her. Her music ended up pulling out all their inhibitions and causing them to do whatever they wanted to do, deep down in their heart of hearts. The violent ones were extracted from the pile by the guards before they murdered anypony, but she had, on occasion, been asked to play for that purpose. Murders look intentional if you force a pony to do it with music. The sexual acts were allowed to continue, as well as the strange ones or self-mutilation. If ponies wanted to hurt themselves or stare at the ceiling unmoving for the rest of the night, they were welcome to it. She didn’t give any number of shits. She just hoped ponies would eventually remember to get themselves on the damn pill. It wasn’t her fault if they got pregnant while here. They signed a damn waiver before entering.
No, what Vinyl was looking for was what she called the Blue Ghost. Some nights, when playing for the crowd, when it hit this point in the songs, she saw, overlaid in the HUD of her glasses, the Blue Ghost. Only when on Excite!™ and only during the climax of the song, when everypony fell under her sway. It would appear in her glasses and speak to her. She knew it was real because after the first few times, she went to debug her glasses and found traces of code in there she didn’t recognize. She wasn’t the most capable decker, but she recognized there was a trace of somepony else in there. Somepony she didn’t know or recognize. It helped her compose, and helped her perfect her craft in ways she hadn’t imagined doing before. The Blue Ghost was her muse, and she wanted to see her more and more.

>>29809542
In machina exspiravit

Updated my journal: https://pastebin.com/VWa7PTZZ


There we go. Vinyl seeking a ghost in the machine by going further and further into a sex-and-drug-fuelled stupor.

>>29807487
>love
You all have an interesting way of showing love.

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>>29809545
Vinyl kept the music going, her vision swimming and the music thumping through her whole body as the crowd went to new heights of debauchery. She started seeing the first hints of her Blue Ghost appearing in her glasses, the text overlay going crazy and spouting gibberish at her as the Blue Ghost took over. The Blue Ghost’s face appeared, that ethereal muzzle smiling calmly at her, it opened its mouth to speak to her and at the first word, there was an explosion on the dance floor. Through the drug-filled haze, Vinyl saw one of the patron’s cranial augment spark and smoke, then explode. At the second word, there was another one, somepony’s foreleg this time.
Every time the Blue Ghost spoke to her, another pony’s augments were destroyed in a fit of fire and smoke. The bouncers were frantically separating the crowd from each other to try to minimize the damage from the continually exploding cybernetics. The patrons themselves were too drug-addled to protect themselves.
The guards motioned up at Vinyl to stop the music, but she could barely move. The Blue Ghost was talking to her, and she barely understood what was happening. On a fundamental level she understood, but her muse was telling her something amazing, and she needed to listen, even if other ponies died, she had to hear what was being said.
One of the guards swiped his access card and burst through the security doors into her booth high above the dance floor. He roughly pulled her off the mixing console and switched the whole thing off. She weakly swiped at him as her Blue Ghost slowly disappeared from her glasses, whispering one last word accompanied by a final explosion from down below. As her ecstasy-laden brain slowly started to pick up on what had happened, she started giggling, then laughing, then promptly blacked out.

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>>29811735
The next night, following a visit to her personal physician and an admonishment to ‘cool it’, with the constant drug abuse, Vinyl was sitting in her work room staring at her computer and console. She held her glasses in her hooves and turned them slowly, looking at them carefully. She had no idea what the Blue Ghost was, and after last night, she felt a little wary, but what else was she supposed to do? Give up entirely on seeing it again? She hadn’t told the doctor about, no matter how many times it had happened. Maybe she should.
Being entirely meat meant she was susceptible to a lot of medical issues that augmented ponies weren’t, and she had the distinct disadvantage of being completely unmonitored. Her glasses helped a little, but they were still limited in what they could do.
Vinyl sighed and tossed her glasses onto the desk, then leaned back in her chair, swiveling left and right. She hadn’t gotten the full message from her muse last night, and felt more than a little disheartened. She’d have to run a previously built mix for her next show. None of the attendees would care, but she would, and that was the important part.
She looked over at the newsfeed pulled up on one screen about last night’s show: “9 dead at DJ Pon3’s latest show. Augments haywire with unknown cause!”
As amusing as it was, this wouldn’t be a detriment to ticket sales at all. In fact, it would probably increase the amount of tickets she sold as thrill-seekers and anti-augment activists latched onto the news. Some ponies thought she hated augments because she didn’t have any, but that wasn’t true at all. You needed at least the cranial augment to properly enjoy her shows, so it was required. No explaining that to some ponies, though. Some were just that stupid.

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>>29811741
Vinyl lit her horn up and flipped through the channels until she got to her email and sifted through them, seeing if anything new had come up. Most of it was just spam fan mail she never responded to. Acting aloof seemed to get her more and more fans for some reason. There was just no reasoning with some ponies.
She stopped when she reached one email from an unknown recipient. Her eyes widened as she looked at the gibberish in the subject heading. This was the same text used by her Blue Ghost! She hastily opened it and sifted through the plainly unfinished text.
She couldn’t read it.
She slammed a hoof on the desk in frustration. Of course she couldn’t read it. She wasn’t high, nor was her music playing. She rubbed at her face in anger. Her next show wasn’t until tomorrow! This was going to drive her crazy until she could figure out what it meant. A full day and a half of not knowing was simply unacceptable!
She lit up her horn and floated over her bag. She opened it up and tossed aside disks, clothes, and documents until she found her little capsule. She popped it open, took out some Excite!™ and popped it in her mouth, then turned back to her computer and flipped it on full blast. The music hammered into her, shaking her chair and knocking some things off the desk. She put on her glasses and stared at the email, waiting and praying that it start making sense. She felt the Excite!™ start taking effect and her vision began to swim. Blackness took hold at the edges and worked its way inward until the only thing she could see was the email. Slowly the text started twisting until it started to make sense, coalescing into a message only for her.

>>29811746
Hyacinthum Sancti

Updated my journal: https://pastebin.com/VWa7PTZZ

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>>29811754
Pretty good story so far. I love the dystopian vibe coming out of it.

Protip: listen to your favorite EDM artist while reading this. It really helps setting the mood.
Synthwave especially works like a charm.

>>29812486
My fav. It works so well.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KvkUY2LZ5uc

>>29813892
Better for the explosion scene.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?list=LLCxISI2ropkF9CLyN-D71VA&v=y_z9W_N5Drg

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There is a serious lack of best show-mare in this thread

>>29814992
Well... maybe you should write some Trixie horror?

>>29815018
If i had time to write i would work on one of my other 5 or 6 fics I'm writing. Last thing i need to do is start something else i can't finish. I'll leave it to my betters

I'll enjoy reading whatever is written here tho. You guys do great work!

>>29815117
Well thanks. Maybe after Vinyl I'll do some Trixie, then. Glad you enjoy it, though.

>>29806545
I know, I'm petrified.

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>>29811754
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G22X5X49VhM&index=17&list=RDpB9SsI6jZtI
Quickly, Vinyl picked up a pen and started scribbling down the message on the wall. She briefly thought about using paper or typing, but she didn’t want to accidentally delete it or lose the paper when the Excite!™ really hit her. This way, she couldn’t possibly lose it or erase it unless the whole wall came down. She scratched frantically at the wall, horn blazing and flickering as the world moved and shifted. She spun around in her chair as she really got going, hooves held high as colour danced across the ceiling with her music.
Some time later, Vinyl pulled herself to a sitting position and looked around her studio. Wires were unplugged and strewn everywhere. Her chair was upended with the pen stabbed into the back of the headrest, and one of her monitors had a writing program open with gibberish mashed into it.
The mention of gibberish made her remember what she had been doing instead of working, and she hastily wiped the drool from her cheek and stood up, looking at the wall she had written on. There were pen strokes through the middle of the message here and there, but it was still entirely readable! She clapped her hooves together and bounced up and down in delight, giggling. Her Blue Ghost had sent her a message! Her! Specifically! All this time she worried she was just another stop on the Blue Ghost’s travels through cyberspace, but this proved that there was more to their relationship than that. She could only hope this would help her find out exactly what that might be. The Blue Ghost constantly helped her with her music, so Vinyl wouldn’t mind if it was just more of that, but surely there was some sort of bigger reason the Blue Ghost came to her so often, and why it had felt the need, after all this time, to act out against those who attended her shows. That was odd.

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>>29815895
“DJ Pon-3, whereupon you chance to receive and interpret this message, book a show at the SubVentri Neon club. I will know, and I will arrive at the usual time.” The message read. She had to read underneath some curse words and other lines she’d scribbled on top, but she was fairly certain she got it. It didn’t seem quite long enough for the message written in the email. It was not a one to one transcription of the amount of words in the email, where there was a whole second paragraph in the email beyond just the one sentence Vinyl had translated.
That was confusing and a little worrying. It either meant she had missed it during her trip, or she hadn’t been able to translate it during the trip, which was strange in and of itself. She didn’t want to fail her muse, so she had been hoping to get the whole thing. If there was some other requirement she failed to bring, she might get in trouble.
Vinyl shook her head and started cleaning up her studio. If her Blue Ghost was going to chastise her for being a failure, so be it. She was DJ Pon-3! Most highly requested nightclub musician in Manehatten Novus! She would show up, perform, and discuss everything with her Blue Ghost when it came down to it.
Vinyl hopped a little and smiled wide. This was going to be a show to remember! There was no way she was going to be denied no matter what night she requested. SubVentri Neon was on the seedier side of town, and barely had room for 100 guests. It was poorly rated in every periodical that bothered to describe it, and then, usually only in passing to talk about how somepony got some rare disease from the shitty drugs that were peddled outside it.

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>>29815899
Vinyl reattached the cords to her mixing console and started creating something new. Her muse had contacted her and she was feeling beyond excellent! This show was going to be expensive beyond belief, and SubVentri Neon would never know what hit them!
She shot off a message to the head of her personal security force, asking him to book her a night at the club. It didn’t really matter now that she knew she was going to be contacted. She couldn’t have handled the struggle of not knowing what was in the email, but now that she was certain she would be contacted, she could wait a whole month if necessary.
She chuckled when the inevitable response came: “At Subventri Neon? That hole?”
She shot him a quick message in the affirmative, and he gave her the okay. “Whatever you say, boss.”
She nodded, pleased, and left him to handle the arrangements. He’d get everything ready, handle security, handle the dates, times, and most everything else. There was a reason he got half her earnings. He was worth that much and more, and she wanted him to know that so long as he kept doing well, he’d never be taken for granted.
She stared at her music and smiled, cutting, pasting, copying, repeating, adding in heavier bass, and making sure that the song she was going to use for the climax everyone would be waiting for would be just perfect. Nopony expected to go home the same after her shows, and at a place like SubVentri Neon, ponies would be expecting that something special was up. She didn’t want to let them down.
After a short while, a message came up. “Show’s in two days. At a club like SubVentrie Neon, I figure you got somethin’ big planned, so I cancelled tomorrow’s show. That’ll give you time to prepare, boss.”
Vinyl nodded, pleased. That’s why he gets paid the big bucks.

>>29815904
Proclivitas ad musicam.

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>>29815018
Trixie's normal life is scary enough.

>>29816314
Fuck off Trixie is best pone.

>>29815906
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b8D2is5P6Tw
The next day was filled with constant changes to her music. Some parts weren’t standing up to her scrutiny as much as she might have liked them to, so she cut, and re-cut constantly. If her Blue Ghost was going to show up, it was going to be some of the best work she had ever created. She barely took time to eat, only stopping for a short time at the urging of her head of security. Same with sleep. She was too excited, but when he reminded her that she didn’t want to be nodding off during such an important performance, she took a few hours to rest.
He also told her he had gotten a pleading letter from the show she’d blown off. Fans weren’t happy, and neither was the venue, but she told him to just refund the whole lot of them to get them to shut up.
“That’s… uncharacteristically kind of you, but alright.” He said, bewildered.
She normally had a ‘no refunds’ policy, because she was in such high demand. She could go wherever, whenever, and most just had to deal with it. This time, she wanted to be left alone. It also had the benefit of making all the tickets to SubVentri Neon go for that much more. She could literally charge whatever she wanted and ponies would still buy it. Especially with the news that she’d blown off a high-end client for SubVentri Neon. She’d probably nearly bankrupted the poor club she’d ignored. She could hear the news now: ‘DJ Pon-3 cancels show at Ritz-on-Crackers to play at dive bar instead!’
She didn’t feel bad, though. Ritz-on-Crackers was boring. She only played for them because they kept paying her ever-increasing prices for them. If they wanted to waste their money on her, so be it. She even purposely played poorly for them to see if they noticed. They didn’t.

>>29817399
The big day came, and as soon as the afternoon arrived, Vinyl was showered, cleaned, brushed, and shined, and standing at the back entrance of SubVentri Neon with her personal cadre of security forces arguing with the lone security pony. She kept her smile on, but after the third time he insisted they had security covered, her head guard roughly shoved the fellow out of the way. Vinyl grinned and pranced inside. They’d have to kick everyone out that was already in there. She needed to set up, and that meant shutting the place down so she could get her custom gear in place.
Ponies were roughly ejected from the building as her security scoured the building. Somepony thought he would be cute and try to hide in the ceiling of the bathroom for a free DJ Pon-3 show. Cute, but ineffective.
Vinyl, meanwhile, paid very little attention to what was going on outside of her equipment. The venue itself was definitely not built for a performer of her caliber. The power grid was barely going to be able to handle all of her gear. She frowned and motioned over her head of security, pointing at the measurements. He nodded and made a call, and likely a bribe, but either way, the lights suddenly got brighter. She wasn’t one to argue with results. She bumped hooves with him and grinned wide. SubVentri Neon had tried to set up for her, and she appreciated the effort, but they were just far too shitty.
Eventually, everything was connected. It took her several hours to change everything SubVentri Neon had given her to work with, but at least they tried. She ran some experimental beats, causing dust to fall from the ceiling, and making some of the walls vibrate ominously, but she nodded in satisfaction. She was prepared.

>>29817405
She turned everything down and played some boring regular music and let a few of the ponies back in to enjoy the hours before the show was to start. She was here as a gift, so she might as well be nice. Those she let back in were told in no uncertain terms that they were to leave by 9:00pm, or they would be ejected from the premises forcefully, and not nicely. That was the extent of her benevolence.
She was informed the line had already started forming outside and smiled. Her Blue Ghost should definitely be pleased by that. She fiddled with her glasses, changing the spectrum they were filtering, trying to see if anything was out of the ordinary with the venue. She wanted to say there was something odd, but if there was, it wasn’t very strong. She didn’t put much stock in it, instead just attributing it to her wishful thinking.
9:00pm eventually came, and to a pony, every single pony who was inside left. Deciding it was better to not incite her wrath. She had her guards keep most of the employees out, except for the bartender. She was equipped with the necessary gear to survive Vinyl’s performance and remain lucid. Ponies would expect a certain caliber of drink when they came here, and if she was good enough at mixing, her career was made, having worked during a performance of DJ Pon-3. The poor mare actually looked scared. Vinyl hoped she could handle what was about to happen.
Ponies were allowed to file in, making sure they fit the criteria. They had to prove it to get the tickets in the first place, but some folks tried to get somepony else to buy the ticket for them. They were ejected with extreme prejudice and given no refunds. Read the damn rules, ponies.

>>29817410
Mors per choros.

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>>29817422
I forgot ALL the images for my posts! Gad damn. I'll use them tonight. But here. Have a Vinyl.

>>29817426
That pic looks like it belongs in Portal

Bump for dystopia.

>>29817422
I'm enjoying this. And the Planescape: Torment journalism.

Does anyone remember that idea someone posted about Anon being in complete control of reality and everyone has to do what he says or suffer fucked up punishments like that Twilight Zone episode "It's a Good Life"?

>>29819499
Yes! Someone finally got it! That took FOREVER. At least for someone to comment on it. I love you.

>>29819568
I never saw that. That's a good story hook, though.

>>29819619
I think one of the punishments was that Rarity made him mad and Anon made it where she had no control over her body and made her eat cloth to the point where she started choking on a large piece of it that wouldn't go down and almost suffocated until Twilight begged him to stop.

>>29819568
Is that the episode with the little shithead spoiled kid and the cornfield?

>>29819787
Yeah.

>>29819787
Yeah. I first encountered it when Simpsons made a parody of it, though. Treehouse of horror.

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>>29812486
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fBfD1-aOiwI

>>29816862
Ah an Anon with good taste.
>>29801155
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mOjzNZnX0cs
>Just another walk in the park.
>Roadwind quietly thinks to himself as the team slowly make their way deeper into the castle.
>The long corridors and hallways are almost pitch dark.
>The many sconces that line the wall sit empty.
>Only ash or old torches unfit for lighting remain.
>Copper fumbles around with something in one of his saddlebags.
>With an "Aha" he pulls out some funny looking glasses and carefully places them over his eyes.
>He illuminates his horn engulfing them in his dark-red aura and the lenses begin to shine green.
>"What in Celestia are those?"
>Velvet cocks her head to the side staring at the spectacles.
>"That's classified information."
>"Oh come on, you can't just show off some secret techno-gizmo and not give us anything."
>Ignoring her, Copper continues walking along, periodically stopping to look behind.
>"Just a hint? Please?"
"Velvet, leave him and his expensive toys alone."
>With a hmph she silences herself and they carry on.
>While walking, they pass by pairs of doors each opposite of the other.
>Each time they pass a pair, they stop and Roadwind directs two ponies to inspect what's inside.
>Every time the two come out, the respond with a quick hoof movement meaning 'clear'.
>Coming up to another pair of doors, Roadwind nudges Copper.
"Our turn. Get the right side."
>Copper gives a nod and the two disappear into the opposite rooms.
>Taking a look around Roadwind feels a bit underwhelmed at the sight.
>Nothing too fancy.
>Dresser.
>Single-pony bed.
>Candle-holder.
>Desk.
>Just a very plain ordinary room.
>At least it looks well kept.
>The only thing it would need is a good dusting.

>>29820112
>Steping back outside he looks over Onyx's head down the hall.
>The stone walls vanish into the darkness making it appear to go on forever.
"All these must be either for the servants or guests."
>"That's exactly what I was thinking also."
>Nimble peaks his head looking back down the way they came.
>"All these rooms look exactly like the servant quarters in my parents home in Canterlot."
"Well I don't care if they're all the same, it will only take one pony hiding to blow our cover. We'll check every room. Speaking of which."
>Roadwind knocks once on the right door.
"Copper let's go."
>...
"Copper let's move it."
>...
"Agent Copper?"
>...
>As Roadwind is about to push inside, the door flies open.
"What took you so long?"
>Copper just gives a shrug.
>"Just taking in the scenery is all."
>He places a hoof on Roadwind's breastplate and lightly shoves him out of the way to get back in line with the others.
>"Are we ready to continue now Captain?"
>Roadwind stares daggers through the green lenses of Coppers glasses.
"Yes we are Agent."

>Making it to the end of the hallway, a little chirp from above makes them stop.
>Roadwind looks up and sees Light perched on one of the rafters.
>He has a hoof pressed up against his mouth signalling them to be quiet then he slowly hovers down towards them.
>Roadwind steps closer and speaks in a hushed tone.
"Report. Got a visual on something?"
>"Staircase. Center."
"Nice job Light, is he alone?"
>"Yes, but something is wrong."
"What's wrong?"
>"I don't know, something is off. We should go another way."
>Peaking out from the doorway, the grand staircase comes to view.
>It's the main entrance!
>The tinted windows show an outline from the carts parked right outside.
>The great stained glass windows provide some dark colored lighting and one of those beams shines perfectly on a figure.

>>29820116
>A Saddle Arabian.
>He's exactly where Light said he is.
>Just like the figure from the window, he fidgets and twitches about in place.
>It's still too dark to see, but he doesn't appear to be wearing armor or holding any weapons.
>A cloak rests covering his body leaving his head exposed.
>We can take him.
>Giving a quick whistle Roadwind hopes to lure him over.
>The pony doesn't even flinch.
>He just keeps twitching.
>Roadwind gives out another whislte. This time a little louder.
>Nothing.
>"Sir please, something isn't right here."
"It's one pony right?"
>"Yes."
"Alright then. Psst, Velvet."
>"Yes Sir?"
"Hard shell. Knock him out."
>Giving a nod she replaces her pointed tip arrows with one that has a heavy circular metal piece at the head.
>Non-lethal in theory.
>They were designed to quietly knock-out ponies from a distance without hurting them.
>Not "lethally" hurting them anyway.
>Whoever get's hit by them will wake up with an awful headache.

>>29820119
>Taking her stance, she plants her bow on the ground.
>She bites down at the end of the bowstring and pulls back hard with her mouth.
>Adjusting for fall she aims just a smidgen high.
>Then she releases her jaw and the arrow goes flying.
>It sails through the air at an incredible speed.
>Then it smashes directly into the pony's right temple.
>His head jerks hard to the left and a sickening crack could be heard.
>While his head reacted normally, his body is still planted to it's spot.
>Unperturbed with the blow the head just received.
>Aside his hoof lay the arrow.
>The metal ball at the end is completely destroyed.
"By Celestia Velvet how hard did you pull that?"
>"I-I don't know, that's never happened before, normally he would've-"
>She stops mid-sentence at the sound of cracking bones.
>Looking back to the Saddle Arabian, they watch in horror as his head slowly moves back in place.
>With one final crack it relocated itself back into place.
>Then he freezes.
>No twitching.
>No spasms.
>He completely just stops it all.
>Then slowly turns his head towards the hallway.
>His blood-red eyes staring directly into Roadwind's.

>>29820127
Shits getting real!

>>29808238
>>
>The gnawing hunger still persisted, making you too weak too even stand. Bringing you to exhaustion. Regardless of how tired you became, you could not sleep. The pain wouldn't allow it.
>It felt as if you had been drained completely, you could barely muster the strength to speak.
>"They see only the dark magic, your corrupted body, your prowess, not what you have done with it..."
"W-why...why do you seem to be there at every one of my darkest hours..."
>Your head sways form side to side against the stone wall with each word spoke, not having enough energy to keep yourself still and upright.
>"They would pass their judgement and sentence you to a lifetime of imprisonment, a lifetime of loneliness...of darkness..." The voices whispered.
"No more games...just what are you, you seem to know everything about what is to come?"
>Every word is a chore, sapping what little strength you have.
>"We are Gods of a time long forgotten. We are the reason for all strife in the world, /we/ are they who control your fate. We are the hub of the wheel of life, forever spinning, intertwining all creation. We are the devourers of death."
>Another vague answer. These self proclaimed "Gods" seem more like parasites then anything else...
>Regardless, focusing on more prudent things is whats important. What manner of trial will this be? What could they possibly bring forward as punishment that could even phase you at this point?
"I am not beyond redemption, I will win back my people's trust." You say with a sliver of hope in your voice.
"But this hunger, it will be the end of me...I must feed on something..."

>>29820667
>"Your hunger's persistence is a constant reminder of you being alive Nether. So long as your soul is mixed with the strand of our own we will keep you living, forever hungering..."
>These damned, self proclaimed "deities" won't take hold, not again!
"I won't be your puppet! I still posses my free will!" You say, struggling to yell.
>"You posses nothing! Your free will is only an illusion brought about by your unwillingness to accept the fate we have layed out for you."
"No! I will not be your prisoner..." You say defiantly.
>"You have no choice! Your soul belongs to us..."
>Painful as the truth is, they are right. So long as they have that in their possession, you have no choice but to bend what will you do have to their bidding.
>"Surrender Nether. Abandon your vain hopes. Accept your calling, you are our chosen harbinger. It was we who bestowed upon you the gift of chaos magic, and it is we who now author your destiny..." They echo in your head.
"Enough of your sermonizing!" You say taking a deep breathe, "Are you trying to bore me into submission?"
>"Harvester of life we made you Nether, and to this function you will remain. You will bring about our second coming. Its is your inevitable fate, a necessary duty, there is no 'higher calling'. Accept it..."
>You could not bare it any longer. This endless hunger was keeping you on sanity's too fragile edge. Better to face one's judgement head on, rather than cower from it.
"Enough! yes... I submit...I cannot take this hunger any longer..." You say defeatedly.
>"Very good. You will see, that just as defiance has it's price..."
>You are jolted upright by a surge of energy flowing into you like an electric shock. You cringe and grit your teeth in pain as feeling begins returning to your numb body. Green light covers envelopes, and fades as the transfer of power is made.

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>>29820676
>Collapsing back to the ground, you try and catch your breath from the shock, beads of sweat form on your muzzle and roll down your face as the voices echo again.
>"So obedience has it's rewards. The ring on your horn is beyond our power to remove...for now. We have granted you enough strength to face your people's judgement with a clear mind, so that their decision will forever linger in your thoughts as a constant reminder of their shortsightedness..."
>The voices fade out once again. Finally, leaving you alone in the dark.
>Surprisingly, they were true to their word. The hunger's pain had ended.
>The promise of power, they had indeed delivered. In exchange for your soul and an un ending appetite for life.
>Oh how far down you've descended...
>Your train of thought is derailed by the sound of a set of hoofsteps coming down the hall. You could only make out shadows against the wall in front of your cage brought about by the dancing torch fire hung on throughout the decrepit walls.
>A team of guards stop in front of your prison. One of which is holding a key.
>"Are you sure we should let him out of that thing?" Says the guard holding the key, hesitant to unlock the prison door.
>"Just do it, so long as hes got both of those nullification rings on his horn hes completely harmless, hehe." Says the larger of the two pegasi.
>"And besides, we have a team of unicorn magi with us just in case." He says looking behind him.
>Leaning over you try to get a view of how many he was referring too, only being able to see a hoof full crowded in the narrow stone hall.
>"Well, alright then..." The guard says unlocking the cage.

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>>29820682
>He and the larger of the two grab a set of chains, hoof irons, before entering your prison and making their way to your shackled hoof.
>They unlock your binding, only to replace one shackle for another. They apply the hoof irons to your legs, so tightly as to give only enough space to take only small steps.
>They dug into your already raw skin, digging even deeper into your flesh.
>"Get a move on, traitor!" The larger of the two says, pushing your shoulder.
>Don't let them anger you, keep your composure...
>"I said move, demon!" He says pushing you again, this time out of the cage.
>Demon...is this how you are to be seen by everpony now?
>Looking ahead, you can see the team of magi standing before you. At least a dozen stood in the hall, looking straight at you. No doubt passing judgement in their minds as you begin to move forward.
"Don't suppose I'm allowed to know where were going?" You ask.
>"Princess Celestia and Princess Luna already had your court date set once they got word you were subdued. The royal court members were quick to gather when they heard they'd be judging someone who would stoop so low as to using chaos magic." He says giving you a smug grin.
>Certainly didn't take them very long. No doubt they already have their minds made up for your punishment.
>"Hah, after they're through with you, you'll lucky to ever see the light of Celestia's sun ever again!" The guard boasts.
"We shall see..." You say under your breath.
>Now exiting the dungeon, your captors led you in escort to the castle's courtroom. The look of the peaceful landscape and sunlight illuminating the castle walls was almost enough to put you at ease as you made your way to the courtroom.

>>29820686
>Stopping in front of the court doors only for a moment, you can already hear the crowd inside. The unicorns open the large decorative doors with their magic, swinging them open ever so slowly as you make entry.
>The large, domed room was filled with so many of high standing. Guards and magi lined the entrance hall and the walkway to the podium standing before 2 large pedestals, on which were two large thrones depicted with both princess's respective cutie marks.
>Stained glass windows on the left side of the room were decorated with depictions of Princess Celestia and Princess Luna raising the sun and moon, as well as another of the two of them using the elements of harmony to imprison Discord.
>The multitude of colors illuminated the room in a beautiful Hue. At least you would get a good view during your last moments before your seemingly inevitable imprisonment.
>They bring you to the podium, attaching your chains to the metal hooks on the ground, and lock them in place.
>Looking around the room, you could see the jury glaring at you and whispering among themselves from the jury section on the right side of the room. Their booth lay partially in the wall and a few feet above the ground, giving them full view of the courtroom.
>Some of which would point to your cutie mark and mangy fur. Their gossip was enough to clue you in on how they would find you at the end of this. They only see an abomination before them...
>You knew you were guilty. But you had justification! If they were as dedicated to Equestria as you, they would understand...hopefully they understand.
>Behind you in the benches were many ponies of high positions within the kingdom, wearing fancy clothing and had their manes and fur well maintained. Their demeanor was that of high class.
>Smug.

>>29820693
>Diplomats from other parts of Equestria were seated among them. Griffons, Zebras, and even Minotaur. Each of which had their respective representative with a 2 guard escort from their kingdoms.
>Seems like the whole world heard of your debauchery during your short time in prison...
>The chatter and gossip in the room continues, felt as if it was all directed towards you.
>Every other word you heard..."demon", "traitor", "disgrace"...
>It was enough to make your blood boil. A profound sense of injury, of loss, and betrayal welled up in you. So overwhelming you could barely contain it. All you wanted at this moment, was to silence them once and for all...
>But, if you are to show them you are not too far gone, you must maintain your cool. Stay focused on your reasoning and keep calm.
>Taking a deep breath, you try to tune out their nagging voices. You keep your eyes close and view to the floor. Making eye contact only infuriates you more from their eyes judging you, looking down on you.
>Moments pass. A Pegasus wearing a finely stitched silk robe takes center stage in the courtroom from the doors leading out of the rear next to the pedestals, grabbing everypony's attention.
>"May I have your attention please! Nobles, rulers, ponies of high standing, and citizens alike," His voice echos off the rounded ceiling, "On behalf of Princess Celestia and Luna; twin sister rulers of Equestria," He takes a bow, "welcome!"
>The crowd gives applause, clopping their hooves to the ground, or clapping if they are able. The sound fills the room, echoing throughout.
>Did they think this to be some kind of entertainment? The sentencing of your life?

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>>29820698
>Nobles, they never truly could feel any sort of pity it seemed...
>"Now without further delay, the Princesses Celestia and Luna!" He says backing away to the space next to the jury.
>Celestia and Luna both make entry into the courtroom from the double doors, escorted by a group of highly decorated guard officers and make for their thrones in front of your meager little stand.
>The courtroom thunders in applause yet again as they take their seats.
>They are quieted down by the sound of a metal covered hoof banging against the wooden stand attached to the thrones's hoof rest.
>Silence sets in and your heart starts to race, not knowing of what she may have to say to you. Princess Celestia, the closest thing to family you had ever had next to Light during your days at the academy...
>"We call this court to order!" Luna says addressing the entire room, "In the case of misuse of magic and forbidden arts by former royal guard member, Nether Star."
>She goes on, looking to a scroll brought to her by one of the guards that escorted them both in, she reads the charges.
>"Use of forbidden magic, unauthorized absence in a time of war, direct disobedience to orders, insubordination, and murder of another member of the guard." She looks back up to look directly into your eyes, "How do you plead?"

>>29820704
The trial begins!

As per usual. Questions, comments concerns are always welcome. Glad to see this thread is still going strong!

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>>29817426
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjY2Zct--ac
Once all the ponies had filed in, with an even more massive crowd piled up outside to try to get a glimpse of whatever she had prepared for this unusual performance. Her security head had called in backup forces, probably spending a lot of her money to do so, but Vinyl didn’t care. He was smart, and well-paid. It was in his own best interests to keep her alive and well. She wasn’t focused on the money anyway. This was the moment! Her Blue Ghost was going to visit her!
Vinyl gave herself a once-over to make sure everything was prepared. Her glasses were cleaned and functioning fine, she’d brushed her mane and styled it. She had even filed her hooves to make sure they were clean and proper. She was ready for this, no matter what would happen.
She stepped into her booth and looked down at the crowd. None of them could see her eyes, but she was scanning the crowd for anypony that might possibly be her Blue Ghost. Having only seen her in the net, she had no idea if she would still appear the same outside of it, but she thought she’d try. The crowd stared back expectantly, just waiting for her to do something. The only one who wasn’t staring was the bartender, who was busy mixing a drink like it was any other day. Vinyl liked her. She made a mental note to hire her herself.
Vinyl looked over the crowd once more, disappointed that she couldn’t find anypony that might be her Blue Ghost, but she would have to just satisfy herself with waiting. She had said ‘the usual time’, which meant at the climax of the show, when the ponies were deep in the throes of mindless self-indulgence of their particular vice. That would have to do. She could wait. She had to wait.

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>>29821860
Vinyl put on her headphones, and heard the crowd give a collective intake of breath. All eyes but two were on her, and she smiled wide, showing the crowd her pearly white teeth. She lifted her hooves in the air, held them for an agonizingly long time until some ponies started to fidget, then slammed them down on her console and started the music.
A cheer went out from those present, and they started dancing. It always began pretty normal, and those who had been to one or two of her shows before were pretty easy to pick out. They were just standing around, enjoying the music, but not dancing very hard. They might bob their head a bit, but mostly they were drinking slowly or watching other ponies. Maybe even picking out targets for when things got crazy.
Vinyl grinned. They should know by now they couldn’t avoid taking the drugs. She motioned to her security head and pointed them out. They’d take their drugs, or they’d be removed from the building. Nopony got to sit idly by while she was playing. You danced, or you left. Forcibly.
As her security went about handing out extra hooffuls of drugs and making sure every one of them had the chip in their augment, Vinyl waited until she was given the signal, then turned up the beat. Getting past that first hurdle was an annoyance, but a necessary one. Everypony had to be in the right frame of mind as she worked them into the next step.
Pony’s inhibitions were lowered by drink, drugs, and subliminal effects, and she started getting into a much more sinister beat. Low and heavy, but still rather slow, the thumping of the music shook the stage, the building, and the ponies on the dance floor. Their cranial augments supplemented by her own special program sent wave after wave of artificial pleasure into them, and they danced even harder.

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>>29821866
Vinyl went from slow and low, to high and fast, revving up the beats per minute to get the ponies down on the floor worked into a lather, getting their heart rates up and releasing endorphins to help them feel even better about what they were doing. A sort of… addiction to her music, if you will. If they associated her shows with that feeling, they’d keep coming back, after all. No matter how much it cost them. It was part of why she was so popular after all. Vinyl smiled wider, pumping a hoof into the air as the music went on. Maybe it was also why she kept playing. It was a hell of a rush.
She kept going, an hour or two passing by in a blink as she popped her own Excite!™ pill. The first was just coming down when it was about time for the climax of the show. She breathed hard as she checked her glasses, making sure they were functioning well. Her playlist was in one corner of the HUD, and the email from her Blue Ghost was in another corner. She kept watching it for any signs or other messages, but nothing came so far. She was ready for whatever was coming, though. Her pulse sped up and she downed a glass of water, her security going to fetch a refill without even being told. She swallowed hard, a lump in her throat, but then slammed the switch for the climax.
The lights went crazy, flashing neon at a swift and steady pace, and the music switched to a low and heavy thrum, once again shaking the entire building as she turned it up. She popped her second Excite!™ of the night as a cheer went up from the crowd. It was swiftly neutered as things started going crazy, and ponies lost control of themselves. Her security head pushed the bartender down behind her counter, and Vinyl started laughing maniacally.

>>29821872
Quia

Updated my journal: https://pastebin.com/VWa7PTZZ

>>29821882
Gonna be busy tomorrow, so might be no update from me until evening. We shall see.

>>29822258
We can wait.

>>29822258
Awright. Bump cause I'm back and done being busy.

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>>29826556
The music pounded incessantly, beating a sinister cadence to the writhing mess of ponies on the floor beneath her. Security wrestled all the violent ones off to a separate room where they could fight each other. In the process, one security guard got bit in the neck and lost a chunk of flesh. Vinyl just shook her head in dismay. He should have been more careful. If he survived, he would learn.
She turned back to the ponies on the floor in front of her and turned up the bass further. Her Blue Ghost was coming, and if this was what brought her out, she’d give it even more! Ponies on the floor were losing control, some even started frothing at the mouth as Vinyl forced her incessant music into their heads.
“Dance!” The music commanded.
“Perform for me!” It shouted.
A deep and resonant order burrowing deep into their subconscious.
Vinyl watched a trio of ponies ripping at each other’s clothes. All stallions lost in the throes of her song. Elsewhere a single mare stood naked on a table, undulating to the rhythm while a cadre of stallions stared blankly. One of the stallions finally got tired of watching and tilted the table, making her fall into their grasping hooves, and she disappeared under the pile. In another part of the dance floor, somepony was self-flagellating with a belt, while others near him watched in rapt fascination as he raised welts all up his back.
Despite all the completely off-the-wall behavior most were exhibiting, there was still some tame things going on as well. Off at one part of the dance floor, Vinyl could see through the strobe a few ponies just standing still staring straight upward, while another pony was cutting their manes off. Amusing, but they certainly didn’t stand out.

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>>29827663
As Vinyl watched all the ponies dance to her music, she started to see changes occurring in her glasses. The text started warping, and she knew her Blue Ghost was on its way. Her eyes fluttered halfway closed and she sighed in bliss as the screen of her glasses started shifting to blue, and the words moved to create an ASCII face. It gazed at her with a small smile and mouthed something she couldn’t quite make out. There was no sound to go along with it, but she knew, somehow, that the Blue Ghost was pleased.
The Blue Ghost played music in her headphones for only Vinyl to hear. Secret songs that would make everypony who heard them love her, adore her, and dance for her. They would listen, and they would obey. Vinyl started moving her hooves to play some of the music. The current song stopped, and some of the ponies started pulling themselves together, slowly realizing where they were and what was happening. Vinyl’s head of security looked worried, and stepped toward her in concern. Vinyl raised a hoof to motion him back. Vinyl’s hooves flew across the mixing console, and just as some of the ponies were collecting themselves, she flipped a switch, and the bass started up again.
It was the most perfect sound Vinyl had ever heard, and she threw her head back in ecstasy, eyes rolling back in her head. The ponies down below did likewise, to a pony falling down to the floor motionless. Vinyl looked down and saw her head of security looking around in confusion, but she waved a hoof dismissively at him and he backed down, watching her carefully. Her hooves moved across the console some more, making sure everything was perfect, then she hit repeat and moved to her computer and keyboard, hooves beginning to type furiously.

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>>29827669
Her Blue Ghost had shown her how to work with both the augments and the music in a chaotic and beautiful dance. In the years she’d been chasing it, she had been given tidbits here and there. Morsels, and nothing more. It had rankled that she couldn’t extrapolate any of it from what she’d been given, and up until now she wasn’t sure if it was a problem with her, or the Blue Ghost’s information. She could see now that it wasn’t her, and it wasn’t the Blue Ghost. She finally had the last piece of the puzzle, and it was never anything she could have figured out. This wasn’t a song, nor was it a program or a drug. This was something else entirely.
Vinyl typed while the music played, letting the ponies enjoy themselves as much as they wanted. It would be a night to remember for certain. It’s too bad none of them would remember it.
Finally, when she was satisfied it was all in place, and that the code was impeccable, she took one last look at the crowd down below, and motioned to her security guard to be watchful. She waited for his nod back, then hit enter, pushing the code into the receiving chip every attendee had attached to their heads. This was the reason for her strict attendance policies.
Everypony down on the floor jerked and shuddered as the code forced its way into their cranial augments, stray electrical signals making them twitch. There were a couple of shorts here and there, an electric burst indicating somepony didn’t have an augment sturdy enough to handle what she was sending out. She went back to the mixing console and double-checked everything, making sure the right frequency was going out, and nodded, watching and waiting.

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>>29827674
The movements down below stopped entirely, and Vinyl was worried something had gone wrong, but slowly, one or two hooves here and there started moving, twitching along with the beat of the music. It started with a single pony, but slowly, more and more hooves got going, muscles spasming along with Vinyl’s carefully engineered tune. The incessant thumping provided the heartbeat of a crowd of ponies, slowly pulling themselves up from the floor. All of them in different states of disarray, but all moving in sync with the rhythm.
Vinyl bobbed her head in time, grinning wide as she watched the ponies pull themselves up, every movement perfectly tuned to the music. Her Blue Ghost, seemed to smile as well. The ASCII mouth in Vinyl’s HUD upturned in amusement or enjoyment. It didn’t matter which. She had successfully accomplished what she had begun all those years ago. The last part was just about ready.
Every pony on the dance floor was now standing, and they were all moving in a perfectly choreographed dance, shifting to and fro, not a single step out of place among them. Their eyes were glassy, and vacant as they stared at nothing, only caring about the rhythm.
Vinyl blew a kiss she didn’t know her Blue Ghost could see, but her Blue Ghost disappeared from her glasses. She watched, and waited, and her music warped as the whole building’s electrical system shorted out, the rhythm coming to a halt. Arcs of light illuminated the building, followed by her security head’s horn light. Vinyl wasn’t worried, though. She looked down below at the crowd, standing in a perfect square. They all looked up at her and opened their eyes, every single one of them glowing a bright blue.
“Let us dance, my beautiful DJ.” They said in unison.
Vinyl grinned wickedly.

THE END.

>>29827680
Servientes musicum.

Updated my journal:https://pastebin.com/VWa7PTZZ

That one went shorter that I would have wanted, but that's just how it goes sometimes. I hope you all enjoyed it.

>>29827695
>I hope you all enjoyed it

You fucken bet wax, great work.

>>29828049
Thanks. If you have any other characters or scenarios you're interested in seeing, I'll take suggestions.
>>29819568
This one's good, so I might try that. I don't know how horrifying I can make something that's already so fucked up. I fear it makes for a better episode of a TV series than a short story.

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>>29828102

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=10diurwIa7Y

>>29828102
You find a way to continue the Cuthulu Dr.Village Crazy story?

>>29829550
Hahaha. I haven't really been trying, honestly. I'll see if I can do so, or at least end it. I don't honestly know how I feel about it.

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I've been pretty quiet and not giving much feedback lately, but I just wanted to thank all the writefags keeping these threads alive. These are the comfiest I've seen on /mlp/ in a long time. Thank you guys.

>>29828102
How about something involving filly Twilight and her friends from the Canterlot School for Gifted Unicorns (Moondancer, Lyra, Minuette and Lemon Hearts) exploring an abandonned Canterlot library, reading dusty books, studying forbidden magics and performing dark rituals during their free time?

Also just found this if anyone's interested: https://pastebin.com/Wc3SbUwX
It's an Anon in Equestria (how original) story where Lyra is a crazy schizophrenic pony living as an outcast outside of Ponyville. Contains rape and gore.

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>>29831128
>https://pastebin.com/Wc3SbUwX
Full Pastebin here: https://pastebin.com/55sKfRN5

>>29829550
Yeah, I'm sorry. I really don't like the Cthulhu story the way it is. I may try to rewrite it, but I think I'll just shove it away for the moment. I could end it, but I wouldn't be happy with it, so it'll just have to suffer the way it is.

>>29829440
This was good. I like this.

>>29832478
How about a story in a space colony type of setting

>>29832723
Oh Oh Oh. Twilight finally achieves her goal for exploring space, with her and a brave crew of ponies go out and discover a planet filled with large ape like beings. All docile in the beginning but as they venture deeper into this new world one of them is special.

>>29832922
>>29832723
Okay, something came up so I'll be missing for a while, but I'll have something tonight. I like the space idea, so I'll try that.

>>29833250
You still gonna continue the ghost busters? A nice little comedy horror to shine on all this blood und spoopy

>>29834200
Oh aye. It's my final week of the semester though, so I'm stretched a bit thin. Things will be erratic lately. I'm currently trying to finish two big assignments, which is sending me every which way. The ghostbusters, being comedy-horror, will be slower, because it's the light-hearted thing.

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>>29834690
pleza stay and get ur educatojb fixe wax. u doing good, unklie me

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>>29833250
Minuette walked down the wooden halls, passing by room after room of carefully laid out cargo. She took inventory slowly, checking the crates and barrels, and looking for any signs of decay, infestation, or anything else unexpected. It was her job today to double-check all the supplies for problems. She had drawn the short straw, sadly, so here she was, walking the slow walk around the center of the ship. At the very least it was a warm and comfortable job. Lazy, if you will. The grass underhoof was soft and well-trimmed, and the miniature sun was high. This side of the ship was in daylight, so she was better off than Moondancer, who was down at the far end, upside down, in the dark.
The ship was built by Princess Twilight, with the assistance of Celestia and Luna, so they’d managed to fit in a nice pseudo day and night cycle. A tiny ball of light representing the sun and a tiny ball for the moon would float slowly up and down the center of the ship, going to each side in a 24 hour trip. It was honestly rather ingenious. Princess Twilight had grown the ship from a sapling, and given it the gravity so they would walk freely, as well as protections against outer space.
The crew consisted of Caramel, Twinkleshine, Moondancer, and herself, Minuette. The three unicorns were all former students of Celestia’s at the school of gifted unicorns! Alumnus, every one of them. Most with some form of honors, so they were, of course, selected. Caramel was there because he came highly recommended by Applejack, one of Princess Twilight’s friends. His job was to make sure all the plants were growing properly and not showing any signs of decay or disease. He briefed them all on what to look for.

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>>29836461
Minuette sighed and tried to spice up her inventory with a little bit of humming, her horn glowing as she checked off the items one by one. They had a hydroponics lab that Caramel was also in charge of to provide them with food. The whole ship was a giant tree, so it would recycle all their oxygen well enough, and most of it was a living, breathing, growing thing, so they could even recycle their waste in rooms dedicated to that, so long as they kept it all under control. Those specific rooms were dark and had fungus growing in them, so they had to be monitored carefully to prevent the fungus from spreading. It was lined with metal and sealed carefully. Ideal for mushrooms, but mushrooms could end up being bad for the tree if left unchecked, which is why regular maintenance checks were necessary.
Minuette finished her checklist, and verified everything looked fine, and made her way to the hatch. She flipped it open and jumped inside, falling for a short distance before the gravity shifted, catching her and allowing her to flip and deftly land on her hooves.
“You know there are steps, right?” Twinkleshine said as Minuette skidded to a stop.
“Of course, but those aren’t nearly as fun, are they?” Minuette responded.
Twinkleshine just rolled her eyes. She went back to writing in the book Princess Twilight had given them to keep in contact with Equestria. It was something the Princess had copied from a separate set of books she’d found, and no matter the distance, what was written in one, was copied to the other, and it had infinite pages, so they’d never run out. Very convenient. She was essentially in charge of communications with home, so her job was to make sure she knew where the book was at all times. She rarely let it leave her side.

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>>29836466
“How’s ‘home base’ Twinkleshine?” Minuette asked, grabbing a bite to eat from the eating trays. They had little plots of grass and some of the hardier flowers growing all throughout the ship. A good, constant source of food whenever they needed it, and easy to maintain inside the living shell of the tree.
“Canterlot is doing fine. They want to know what it’s like up here.” Twinkleshine said.
“Well tell them it’s kind of boring. Nothing much happens, and we’ve been up here three days. We’ve watched Celestia and Luna move the sun and nothing seemed out of place. The sun went around, followed by the moon, and that was it. What else were we supposed to find?” Minuette said.
“Princess Twilight said there was an anomalous object she had spotted crossing in front of the sun and moon’s path.” A new voice said.
Moondancer walked in, her mane was tied up in a severe bun at the back of her head. She had lost the little barrette she used to use and instead had opted for hair ties holding everything back, all tightly packed into a neat sphere. Princess Twilight apologizing had helped her out of her funk pretty well, and now here she was heading the first Equestrian space exploration mission! Celestia had been awfully proud of her.
“We are supposed to investigate that object, discover what it is, and, if possible retrieve it for further study.” Moondancer said. “Princess Twilight said it had just appeared, and if the distance of Celestia’s sun and Luna’s moon are any indication, the object could be fairly large. It displayed erratic behavior, so she was unable to identify its dimensions, but it could be as small as a boulder…” Minuette snorted, and Moondancer ignored her. “…or bigger than this ship.”

>>29836473
Living ship.

Updated my journal: https://pastebin.com/6w55Q99Q

>>29836197
I think this was a compliment, so thanks, Anon. I'm working hard. It's difficult, but I'm sure I can do it, and I'm sure you can do it too. Whatever "it" is, for you.

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>>29836483
Bedtime bump

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>>29836478
“So what exactly do we do if it’s bigger than we can fit in the cargo hold?” Twinkleshine asked.
“We take as many measurements as we can, of every type we can think of, and grab a sample if possible off it.” Moondancer said.
“Sounds easy enough.” Minuette said, idly chewing on some grass.
“Well, I want you all to know we are not taking any chances.” Moondancer said. “This is only our second foray into Celestia’s sphere, and any number of things could happen, so if something does go wrong or causes any kind of concern for any one of you, we pull out immediately. Speaking of which, where’s Caramel?”
“Probably in Hydroponics, like usual. You know how earth ponies are.” Twinkleshine said.
“No, I don’t know how earth ponies are, Twinkleshine. Do enlighten me.” Moondancer said, voice dripping with venom.
“Sweet Celestia, Moondancer, it was a joke. Relax.” Twinkleshine said, holding up her hooves in surrender.
“Well watch it. This is a serious expedition, and I won’t have you treating Caramel like a second-class crewmember.” Moondancer said. She trotted stiffly off in the direction of hydroponics, leaving Twinkleshine and Minuette alone in the lounge.
Minuette chewed slowly as Moondancer walked off, while Twinkleshine made faces and pulled her hair back in mockery of Moondancer’s look. Once Minuette was certain Moondancer was out of earshot, she looked at Twinkleshine and shook her head.
“Treading dangerous waters there Twinkle. You know how seriously she takes any job she’s given.” Minuette said.
“Yeah, I know. I guess it was a pretty bad joke. I know Caramel is useful and a definite credit to the crew. Without him, we’d be floating up here living off old hay and mushrooms. I was just trying to lighten the mood.” Twinkleshine said.

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>>29838668
“Well, I’d recommend making it up to her somehow. But I’ll leave that up to you. I’m gonna go to the observation deck and see if I can spot our mysterious object. Nothing appears to have passed the detection field, but I can at least try to find out if we’re headed in the right direction.” Minuette said. She grabbed one final mouthful of grass and trotted off down another corridor, hooves tapping lightly on the wooden floor.
Twinkleshine turned back to her book, and scratched into it a new message: “Requesting likely heading for target celestial object.” She finished with a small flourish, then slammed the book shut. Waiting for a response. Her horn lit up and she closed her eyes as she connected to the ship’s navigation magic. Using this, she could direct the ship with minimal magical effort. Most of the magic had been spent creating the field in the first place, allowing any unicorn to drive it if they had been taught the right spells to do so. Being such magical prodigies, any one of the three of them could do so, but Twinkleshine, being the one in charge of communications, was the de facto ‘driver’, since she always received the messages first. The book vibrated and gave off a soft ‘ping’ as she received a message. She opened her eyes and flipped it open to read the response.
The response was a series of mathematical equations relating the object to the current positions of Celestia’s sun, Luna’s moon, and Equestria itself in order to triangulate the position. Twinkleshine sighed and pulled out a spare sheet of paper and a quill. She began the laborious process of trying to interpret Princess Twilight’s math. It was accurate, she had no doubt, but she wasn’t the quickest at it. She’d be damned if she went to Moondancer for help without trying to manage it herself first.

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>>29838674
Moondancer, meanwhile, entered the hydroponics lab to find Caramel humming to himself and prancing about the room here and there, happily maintaining the myriad plants growing underneath the softly glowing magical lights. He maintained a very organized and rigid schedule, but he was prone to losing things sometimes. Moondancer didn’t really have much of a problem with that, so long as he was kept in hydroponics and not given anything more important than seeds. At least that way if he did lose anything, it was somewhere in hydroponics.
“Caramel. How are the plants doing?” Moondancer asked gently.
He turned at the sound of her voice and smiled wide. “Ah, good day, Moondancer. They’re all doing quite well. Being out here in Celestia’s sphere doesn’t seem to have affected them too much. The only one that seems injured by it is lil’ mister cucumber here.” Caramel said as he lifted up a sad-looking cucumber plant.
“Well, since the rest are doing fine, that’s great to hear. Be sure to keep notes on which ones do the best. In subsequent voyages we’ll only want to make space for the best plants that ponies can subsist on.” Moondancer said.
Caramel saluted smartly. “Will do, Miss Captain, ma’am!”
She sighed. “Just Moondancer, Caramel.”
“Yes, Captain Moondancer!” Caramel said.
She shook her head with a rueful smile, and left him to his work, hoping that he didn’t lose his notes anywhere. Princess Twilight would want that list for all her research. Moondancer understood the purpose behind the research, but sometimes she wondered if perhaps this wasn’t the best way to go about it. Instead of taking extra time to study the object, the Princess had decided it would be easier to go up to the object and touch it hooves-on. That sounded foolish without fully understanding it. It probably had something to do with the way the Princess said it moved, though.

>>29838675
More spaaace exposition!
Fergot muh trip on two of those >>29838674 >>29838668


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>>29838683

>>29820704
>>
>Plead? This must be a joke.
>Deep down, despite your hopeful wishes of redemption, you knew how this would end. This is just a show for them all...
>Nopony to represent you, nor anypony to testify against you. No, this is not a real trial.
>There is no hope for redemption, reasoning, or justice here.
>Only a stage set for your punishment for all too see...
>If they want a show. You will give them one. You are damned either way...
>You smile, beginning to slowly applaud, although the chains about your hooves hampered the gesture.
"The show has only barely commenced," You respond sneering, "and already I give it a standing ovation. This promises to be more entertaining then any normal acted out play! I will not say I am guilty, for that denotes shame. Nor will I protest innocence, for I claim no such. Let the comedy begin!"
>The courtroom bursts into an outrage at that statement.
>"Silence the traitor!"
>"Banish him!"
>"Blasphemy!"
>"Hang him!"
>The ranting continues, several members of the audience had to be escorted out of the courtroom to restore order.
>They protest still, as they are dragged out by the guards.
>The banging of metal hooves against the podiums of the thrones is almost drowned out by the outburst.
>This is only a joke of a trial for you know the outcome is almost certain. From the minute you walked in this room to the moment they read the charges, their verdict was already written clearly.

>>29839421
>Moments pass, and the courtroom eventually settles as the last of the few out of line ponies are escorted out.
>Celestia took a deep breathe and looked you straight in the eye with more concern then any form of contempt.
>"My once prized student..." She says with her soothing voice, having been so long since you've heard her voice almost made your heart wrench despite the ill feelings you harbored.
>"Why is it that you chose to go down this path, why is it that you allowed rage to take your heart? What could have caused this reasoning behind your actions?"
>You stare at the ground, then look up to meet her eyes.
"Everything I did, I did for Equestria. Once I saw that this was no ordinary enemy we would be facing, not to mention the ineffectiveness of our own magics..."
>You sit to your haunches and gaze down on your coat, focusing in the dark lines flowing down your shoulders to your hooves.
"I did let darkness take hold..." You pause, taking a breath, "And I would do so again...if it meant the safety and protection of our fragile little kingdom!"
>"Nether, you allowed yourself to be consumed by power," Luna chimes in, "the hate, clouding your judgement and taking hold of your thoughts."
>Taking hold of your thoughts...if only they knew.
>"AY!" One of the court members yells in the back, "It was heresy!"
>The courtroom picks up again with everypony agreeing with the bystander's statement.
"If given the same choices, I would make them all again. Sacrifice is something that none of you seem to understand!" You say addressing the entire courtroom.

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>>29839432
>The courtroom once again picks up to a roar.
>They are quieted down by the sound of the sister's hooves slamming into the wooden stands on their thrones.
>"Nether Star," Luna says with firmness in her voice, "Our laws are in place for a reason. We have made all forms of chaos magic, or dark magic of any nature for that matter, forbidden to not stir any dark forces into our world!"
>Her voice grows louder as she continues.
>"Yet you have done so, /Brazenly/!" She says waving her hoof.
"All I am guilty of, your highness, is /saving/ our world. While you both hide, cowering behind your throne!" You say emphasizing the "cowering" part.
>"Nether!" Celestia cries out.
>The entire courtroom silences, all idle chatter in the background being dispersed
>"You have trampled over the laws that you once sought to uphold." She said softly, "You were a promising officer in the guard force, destined for great things! What could have influenced you do go to such means to, in your words, 'save' our world?"
"Ny'alotha..." You say bluntly, "Ny'alotha exists, and within it are horrors and dark forces far worse then anything we may see as evil in our daily lives..."
>She and Luna both give inquisitive looks. The place which they had heard only tales, myths, and legends about, you had actually been there and seen what it contains.
>The horrendous creatures that lay within it's borders.
>The dark foreboding atmosphere. The wailing terrors and ravenous spirits that roam freely...
"I've traveled there. It is where I obtained this power."
>"How, where could it possibly exist?" Celestia asks. "What could have possibly persuaded you to go to such a place?"
"They did..."

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>>29839455
>"And just who is 'they'?" Luna asks. "And while were on the subject of your dark power, why is it that I haven't been able to see your dreams in the dreamworld? Why is it that ever since you sought my counsel, I haven't been able to make any connection to you in your dreams?"
>Luna leans forward to ask one more question.
>"Why is it that the alchemist, Chemtrail, told us that you communicated with that black stone?" She asks glaring.
"/They/ wanted me, they...chose me. I no longer sleep due to their influence."
>"You still haven't answered the question, Star. Who is this 'they' you keep referring too?" Celestia asks.
"I'm not sure exactly what they are. They claim themselves to be gods of a long forgotten time." You look up to meet her eyes, "They want back in. They want to reclaim this world for themselves."
>"And you would ally yourself with these...'beings', why?"
"The power I used to kill the faceless army's leader, is the power they bestowed upon me. They want me to bring them back into this world."
>"You would damn us all to these 'Gods' of yours for power!?" Luna asks in frustration.
"If I had done nothing, and fought as the rest of those who are now dead did, then we would be damned either way!" You say trying to raise your hoof, only to be stopped by the chain bindings.
>"You forget yourself, Nether." Luna says, "We have the elements of harmony, my sister and I."
"The very same elements that you would /not/ use to end the conflict before it could escalate to this!? Would you only use the most powerful force our world has ever seen only at the last minute /after/ so much had been lost!?"
>Gossip stirs within the courtroom, regardless of whether or not you were telling the truth, they were not likely to believe such a thing.
>You address the entire courtroom again, raising your voice for all to hear.

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>>29839462
"If your precious laws bind you all to in-action, then I choose to no longer have anything to do with such unnecessary limits to what powers we can choose to make use of!"
>Celestia stops you before you can continue any further.
>"Nether, you made an oath of service, of duty and loyalty!" She says looking you in the eyes, "You have failed those oaths, you have failed the legacy your father set for you to follow."
>It was the worst possible choice of words, only setting you off even more as the rage that had been building up since getting here finally let itself out.
"YOU, knew what we were up against!"
>You pound you hoof into the ground.
"You let so many die! I lost EVERYTHING in my efforts to save all that we held dear!"
>You close your eyes and close them tight, fighting back the tears welling up in the corners of them.
"My only family, my title and honor, my very soul..."
>You open your eyes back up, letting the steams run down your face as you look up to face them both again.
"You, Failed, MEEE!"
>Silence once again enveloped the courtroom. The sisters were left speechless by your words.
"You don't have the resolve," You say breathing heavy, "to lead this kingdom!"
>A moment passes, all heads in the courtroom turn to Celestia and Luna, awaiting their response.
>"What would you have had us do, Star?" Luna says calmly, "Go about, and use the elements on every shadow, or any danger that comes forth?"
>Luna composes herself and takes a deep breath.

>>29839485
>"We can't just use them on every problem that arises. We must give our citizens the chance to resolve it first, if we flew around Equestria just abusing the elements then we would eventually be revered as gods, which we are not."
>Celestia enters the conversation, carrying on from Luna's statement.
>"Nether, please understand; when we used the elements on Discord, peace rang through all of Equestria. There were problems that came after, yes. But we allowed it's citizens to solve them themselves."
>Celestia faces the entire courtroom, as to speak to everyone there. Her calm, soothing voice rang through out.
>"Conflict and strife are inherent in life, it is something that will always be present. It is true that there are sometimes quick and easy ways out of such things..."
>She turns again, facing you as if to direct her next sentence at you.
>"But doing so can lead to more harm then good. Sometimes the longer, more difficult journey to a solution is the better option."
>The courtroom uproars into a thunderous applause, praising the twins and there, "wisdom".
>The, "more difficult" journey? They had no idea...
>Cheering continues as they receive a standing ovation, the floor rumbles with every hoof being pounded against it.
>They truly are blinded, so caught up in their self-righteous views that they won't understand, no matter what you tell them.
>The sound of hooves banging against the wood pedestals calms the room down.
>Everypony takes their seats and and composes themselves, idle chatter and everpony sitting back down takes over until eventually the room falls silent once again.

>>29839500
>"Anypony who wishes to take the stand to make a case proclaiming Nether's innocence may at this time, speak." Celestia says.
>There is no sound.
>Not that you would expect there to be...
>Who could possibly stand for you at this time anyway?
>"I wish to take the stand, your highness." A familiar voice says.
>Being caught completely off-guard by this, you quickly turn your head back to see Lightbreak making his way to the front of the stands where the audience sat.

Things are getting intense for ol'boy.
Questions, comments, concerns, all welcome as always.

>>29839511
Pastebin for you:https://pastebin.com/x87MRzsH

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OpIQNxiKJoE

This is so comfy to listen too while imagining them drift through space.

Now to find something suitable for when everything goes South

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So, I've been wanting to dive back into darker music, but I kinda wanna do a track for you guys since I've been lurking here a while.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=56xXtkTAyXg

Normally, I prefer something more like this, but I'm planning another dark EP soon, so some atmospheric practice would be helpful and fun.
Any requests, maybe something for a greentext from here?

>>29841274
Hmmm... I'm not big on music creation, but something to go along with the current story in space? Like, Event Horizon or Solarus weird space shit.

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>>29838683
Moondancer walked about out to the common room to find Twinkleshine with her eyes closed, muttering to herself. She always got like that while flying the ship, so Moondancer just found a clean patch of grass and laid down, waiting for her to finish. She still found it weird to not feel the movement of the ship as it moved through Celestia’s sphere. She’d been on boats before, and that was the closest she could compare this hulk to, and she kept expecting it to shift and sway underneath her hooves, but it never did. It was awfully disconcerting sometimes. It felt like being inside a building, but knowing it was moving gave her a weird kind of chill down her spine.
Twinkleshine eventually opened her eyes and blinked rapidly. “Ugh, that’s a really strange feeling.”
“How goes the flight, Twinkleshine? Are we on course?” Moondancer asked.
Twinkleshine looked over at Moondancer and blinked some more. “Oh hey Moondancer. Didn’t see you there. Yeah, we’re on course, provided it doesn’t move like the last time. I still find it worrying that it does that.”
Moondancer nodded. “I’m wary of getting close, personally. If we can nab it with magic before it shifts, we should be okay, but from all accounts, I personally think the description means the object is teleporting.”
“That would seem to indicate it’s either highly charged with magic, or there’s somepony inside it making it do that.” Twinkleshine said, scratching her chin with a hoof.
“Both of which are dangerous possibilities.” Moondancer said.
Twinkleshine yawned.
Moondancer smiled warmly at her as she closed her mouth. “If you need some rest, I can handle the comms for now. You’ve set us on the right heading, so we should be there within… ten hours or so?”
Twinkleshine nodded. “That would be nice, and yes. If it doesn’t move again, interception will be in ten.”

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>>29842646
Moondancer floated the book over to her own lap and opened it up to read the past communications, while Moondancer stood up and stretched.
“You have fun with that, Moondancer. I’ll see you in several hours.” Twinkleshine said.
“Thanks, Twinkleshine. Sleep well.”
Twinkleshine walked off toward the crew quarters, dragging her hooves slowly. Poor mare ran herself ragged double-checking everything, making sure the calculations were all correct and the heading was right. Almost as much as Moondancer herself. Minuette, meanwhile, was rather the opposite of the two. Happy-go-lucky and carefree, but a prodigy at magic. Moondancer figured they brought her along because she had been a friend of theirs while at the school for gifted unicorns. Minuette was essentially going to be their heavy-hitter. If anything went wrong and they needed something large lifted, held in place, or otherwise hit really hard, Minuette was going to be the unicorn for the job.
Moondancer read over the most recent communication, then wrote in a short message letting Twilight know that she was now in charge of the book. She got a quick “Roger, Moondancer.” and shut the book. They’d gotten past that much, and this was business. Once the package was secure, they could maybe have a little chat. Moondancer had a few ideas for what they could improve on the ship. She’d run them by Twilight and they could try to improve on the next one. Maybe they could even create single-pony ships for recreation! They’d have to figure out a way to make them work for non-unicorns sometime as well. These things could revolutionize travel in Equestria if they could figure out how to mass-produce them.
Moondancer was sitting smiling to herself about all the possible applications of this new ship they had built, when the book vibrated in her lap, letting her know she had a message. She flipped it open with her magic to have a look.
“Target has moved closer to you! Check your heading!”

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>>29842657
Moondancer immediately closed her eyes and lit up her horn, looking through the ship’s magic lenses. She scanned around the outside, hunting for the familiar shape they’d been following the past few days, and saw it, on the same heading they were on, but much closer. They would reach it in half the time, now. Convenient, but alarming. It seemed like it had figured out they were coming and was helping them arrive sooner.
Moondancer checked the heading to make sure it was on course, and set the ship to slow down when they got closer, then brought herself back to her body and let Twilight know what had happened. She’d have to prepare the crew for arrival. She lit up her horn again and connected to the ship’s communication field.
“Minuette, please report to the common room. Minuette, please report to the common room.” Moondancer announced.
Twinkleshine would be staying on the ship, she had already decided. No matter what the thing was, Minuette was going to be the one to deal with it when they got there. She needed to be briefed.
“Hey there Moondancer. What’s up?” Minuette said, prancing into the room.
“We’re about five hours out from the target. It moved closer to us. Whether by design or chance, I don’t know, but you’ll need to get prepared for arrival.” Moondancer explained.
Minuette saluted and put on a too-serious face. “Aye-aye, cap’n!”
Moondancer ignored her and continued. “You’ll need to make sure you’re prepared to traverse the luminiferous aether. It’s hostile to unprepared life, so make sure you remember how to do your wards. You’ll need to have a long enough length of cable so we can tow you back immediately if something goes wrong, and enough cable to attach to the package if it’s something we can fit in the hold. Prepare everything for arrival in five hours. Dismissed!”

>>29842666
Luminiferous Aether.

Updated my journal: https://pastebin.com/6w55Q99Q

Something tell me... it remind me horror porn fucker.

>GHOST BLOWJOB
>ZOMBIE PUSSY
>ZIGGER BOOB
>SLENDERWOMAN ASSHOLE
>DEMON VAGINA

>>29805086
Don't forget "Mirror, Mirror" by waxworks in the OP. That's a good one

>>29842884
All unique and viable options

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>>29842673

>>29844171
Not gonna lie, that's an intense nightmare right there.

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>>29842673
Minuette grinned and trotted gaily off to the main airlock. She was getting excited! All this planning and careful building and growing of the ship, then adding the spells to make it safe to carry ponies through Celestia’s sphere, it was amazing that she had the chance to come along. Knowing the Princess was finally paying off! She squeed happily and did a little dance. She knew they just wanted her for her brute-force magic skill, but she was okay with that. If being the one to carry things got her up here on the first trip into Celestia’s sphere, so be it.
She reached the airlock and checked the equipment with the checklist Princess Twilight had provided.
“To traverse the luminiferous aether will require several items so that safety will be maximized. To ensure your safety and anypony with you, please make sure you have a unicorn.”
Minuette tapped her horn. “Check.”
“This unicorn will be responsible for keeping up the wards preventing the luminiferous aether from invading your lungs and suffocating you. Please make sure the accompanying unicorn is able to maintain the ward on all ponies involved before opening the airlock.”
Minuette lit up her horn and put up the ward, just as the diagram showed her. “Check.”
“It is difficult navigating a ship of this size, so to avoid unnecessary complications with retrieving errant ponies, please attach a length of cable to yourself so that the unicorn will not need to divide their magic between the wards, and motion through the aether. In the event you get separated from the unicorn, please pull yourself back to the ship using the cable.”

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>>29844538
Minuette ran a hoof over the cable, then started playing it out to its maximum length to make sure there was enough of it. It was time consuming, but she knew Moondancer would be upset if she didn’t make sure it was free of any fraying or tears. Once she was satisfied and had checked the full length, she rolled it back up and nodded. “Check.”
“When attempting to retrieve anypony or anything from the luminiferous aether, a secondary length of cable will be needed. This can be a small length which will attach to the retrieving pony, or a longer, separate length that will attach to the ship itself. Please use discretion when making this decision, and take into account both parties fitness when choosing.”
Minuette looked over at the other lengths, then at the shorter length. She really didn’t want this thing attached to her directly, because of all the speculation involved in what it was, and what it might do, and especially because it seemed to be so magically potent. She opted to check a second length of cable attached to the ship. It was more time-consuming, but it might be necessary, and she was a pragmatic pony. Once that second length was done and checked, she realized it might not fit in the airlock, and she’d then have to move it to one of the cargo holds. “Check, but only halfway.”
She climbed up one of the ramps leading to the ‘top’ and ‘bottom’ of the ship. These were the spots where all the cargo was held, and any one of the rooms would do, but since the size of the object was in question, she’d need an empty one. She wandered around the circular room as the mini-sun floated in midair nearby, slowly beginning its descent.

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>>29844545
She found one that only had a few crates in it and pulled them out with her magic, then delivered them to another cargo room, cramming them in next to the barrels of pickles. She went to the now empty room and checked the large opening in the tree. It was sealed with magic of course, but she knew the spell to open it and allow objects, and not air, through. It was fine-tuned enough that she could move the branches out of the way entirely and look out into the aether through a rather massive hole in the ship.
Minuette stared out into the luminiferous aether. Even this, the umpteenth time she’d looked out into it, it took her breath away. She could see Equestria far, far below or above them, however directions worked in the aether, and off to the side, moving slowly away from them was Celestia’s sun. Luna’s moon was moving toward them, and would intercept their path in several hours, but the princesses were informed of their position, and would skirt around the ship, so they were in no danger. It was just so… humbling, to be out here and realize the true scope of the objects the princesses moved so effortlessly through the sky. It made her feel so small. That and seeing the true size of Equestria. They were just a tiny blip on the full geography of their little globe. Minuette had been aghast that she couldn’t see Canterlot from up here. Twinkleshine had actually fainted. Moondancer had seemed unfazed, and Caramel had barely left hydroponics since.
Minuette grinned at the sight, and closed the branches. She left one extended so she could find it from the outside, but she was prepared to make the acquisition as soon as they arrived. That is, if it would fit. If it didn’t, well… they’d have to improvise from there.

>>29844553
Preparations are complete.

Updated my journal: https://pastebin.com/6w55Q99Q

>>29844263
Well good. That is my goal. I know what scares me, but not so much other people, so we're covering all the bases here.

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>>29844171
This guy's stuff is pretty spooky.

>>29844773
Yeah, I like it. He did the... the what're they called... water horse. Story that I posted not too long ago.

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>>29844958
Kelpie?

>>29845029
Yeah, them things.
I kept thinking Nixie, but that's a different water thing. It's sometimes a horse, but not the same as a kelpie.

>>29845040
hippocampus?

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>>29845120
Nah, that's what the dazzlings are. As seen here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hippocampus_(mythology)

As you can see, the Dazzlings are clearly Hippocampi. Pic related.

Nixie's are different: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neck_(water_spirit)

Also called Necks, as you can see. They sometimes take the form of a horse to lure men in, similar to a kelpie.

In fact, one might assume that they refer to the same thing, but kelpies are specifically Scottish, where the Neck is everywhere else.

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>>29845040
>>29845156
These are pretty much the same creatures actually. The name mostly depends on what folklore you're talking about. Shapeshifting water creatures are pretty common in European fairy tales, mostly due to the colossal amount of bogs, ponds and springs.
We've got a shit-ton of folktales involving legendary evil horses here in France. The Cheval Gauvin (Gauvin Horse) is probably the most popular one. Pic related. It's said to walk on its forelegs and to haunt forest's watercourses. It's a harbinger of death, drowning or throwing into chasms those who try to mount it and sometimes crossing villages, kidnapping young women to >rape them and kill them.
Local folklores truly are an endless source of inspiration.

>>29845487
Yeah, I just make the distinction because most mythology does. They keep the two separated despite all the similarities. The mythology serves roughly the same purpose in both places though. The Hippocampus is pretty different, and older, I think.

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>>29839511
Shit's getting intense!
>>29840832
Nice. I'm bookmarking this for later.
But more seriously, is there any soundtrack fitting Wax's story better than this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J1sV-E6S7x0 with this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpvznAiKblU playing in the background?
>>29841274
I don't know really. I know pretty much nothing about music, but I love the piano parts in your compositions and the "melancholic feel" coming out of "By the Window Sill", "Submerged" (the choirs add a very nice touch) and the first half of "Fragments". For reference, I'm a great fan of Flowers for Bodysnatchers: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cTxb9oiV70A
>maybe something for a greentext from here
Why not? "Unscheduled stop on the Friendship Express" is my favorite greentext so far if it inspires you.
>>29843011
Whoops. I'll fix this in the next OP.

>>29839511
>>
>Light approaches the stand where your chained. What could he possibly bring to them that could change their opinion?
>What reason could he have to put his own reputation on the line by affiliating himself with you?
>You had already seen the way the guards reacted when he confronted Quartz before your capture...
>"Very well, LightBreak, you may make your statement at this time..." Celestia said.
>"Know that I am not here to claim his innocence, but rather to bring reasoning behind his actions." Light looks to you and continues, "Hes never done anything but serve with utmost respect and duty towards Equestria and it's citizens."
>"Respect towards Equestria?" Luna responds, "He has given himself up to darkness, and has trampled over our laws. Where is the respect for a nation in that?"
>"Yes, I understand what he has done. But know that he did it all with the best intentions, this I know for sure!" Light says confidently.
>Luna and Celestia glance at one another and begin to question Light's reasoning.
>"Hes told us that it was malevolent beings who gave him his power. He made a dark pact with them, whomever they may be." Celestia says.
>"Your highness I have never seen him do anything without reason. If he made a pact for power he did it to protect this kingdom, if he sold his soul then he did so others wouldn't suffer a terrible fate."
>Light continues on, every word he spoke held truth.
>Everything you had done up till now was to only protect those you cared about, and to prevent any more destruction in your world.
>"Its true that even I when first seeing his dark power, could not believe he would do such a thing. But He only ever used it to fight our enemy, he would never use it for any dark purpose!"

>>29846467
>Luna lets out a long, drawn-out sigh.
>"And what of Quartz, Light?"
>Light says nothing, only grimacing at the question.
>"And what of anypony else that may anger him?" Luna asks, "Should we simply ignore that he killed one of his fellow guards ponies out of anger?"
>"I..."
>"He has proven that he is willing to do anything for Equestria, this is true. However, if he is even willing to offer himself to darkness and give in to hatred...that makes him dangerous."
>Dangerous? You? If only they knew the true danger that could have been...
>What true horrors would take hold if you had not done what you did...
>Light stepped up, and stomps his hoof into the ground, breaking the tile where his hoof rested. He takes a piece of tile that broke off from the floor and stamps it into dust.
>"This trial," He responded, "does not matter, in the end we all turn to dust just like this piece of earth."
>He looks over to the jury, directing his words to them.
>"But what does matter, is what we choose to do with our time. Ponies change, history will tell us this time and time again."
>He looks back to the princesses, watching as he makes his final statement from their thrones.
>"And the only justice would not be to end the possibility of change, it would be to give life a chance. Especially one like Nether Star..."
>With that, Light bows and take his leave from the floor, thanking the princesses for their time and attention.
>His words lingered in your mind. A deepening depression begins to overwhelm you as he takes his seat.
>He was right, but it did not matter. For you know regardless of the outcome you belong to them...
>Indeed, he was right.

>>29846471
>This trial didn't matter.
>None of this mattered.
>You've already damned yourself to a fate worse then death even...your immortal soul taken and held hostage.
>Doomed to whatever fate the old ones saw fit.
>"Nether..."
>Hope, is an illusion. Only darkness waits...
>"Nether Star!" Luna's voice rings loudly.
>Your snapped back to reality by her yelling your name.
>"We will give you the opportunity to speak one final time before we allow the jury to make their verdict." She said.
>Quickly composing yourself, you thank the princess.
"I thank you, for this chance your highness..."
>You speak about how the evidence is brought forth and how they have made a strong case against you.
>How your trusted friend, LightBreak, would still defend you and despite his own feelings, would not try to plead your innocence but make ponies listen and understand.
>As well, how he above all should feel betrayed by your actions, but instead talked about how he believes ponies can change and give life a chance.
>Taking a deep breath, you gather your thoughts.
>Celestia leaned forward, not wanting to hope, but hoping wildly, beautifully anyway, that her former student has realized and will admit to what hes done and seek amends.

>>29846482
"And now, here at this moment, when I am free to speak my mind and heart, I tell you true: I regret..."
>Silence fell, screaming so loud in the courtroom as you take a moment to speak your mind.
"Nothing! I would sacrifice my soul a thousand times if it would mean I could have the power to protect home! I would hunt down any who would bar my path to power and silence their voice forever! I would drain the life of every greedy griffon, smug Minotaur, and whimpering silver spooned pony of the so called 'high class' in this room if it meant everypony else in this kingdom would live!"
>You have no regrets. You did what you must and that is the honest truth.
>If they are too blinded by their own pride and petty laws, then they deserve to be taken by the old god's wrath...
>The silent audience quickly changed into an angry mob. All around you ponies were trying to get out of their seats to rush you. Only being held back by the guards. Holding the line as if on a battlefield.
>Unicorns had to resort to using their magic to erect a barrier around the stands to contain the unruly spectators.
>"SMUG!? I'll teach you some manners you little-" The Minotaur diplomat could be heard yelling.
>It took both of his own guards and some additional help from some of the other audience members to hold him back.
>"Order!" Luna bang her hoof, "Order, Order, ORDER!" She bangs louder and harder with each order she yells.

>>29846490
>This was almost fun to watch. The whole world undoubtedly wants to see your head on a pike now.
>The courtroom finally settles down. Certain, not so kind remarks, can still be heard as the loud roaring turns into mumbling and eventually silence.
>"The court is now ended!" Luna says firmly, banging her hoof one last time, "The jury may now take the time to make their verdict!"
>The jury members all get up and walk out of their stands to the left to a door that you could barely see the inside of from your angle.
"Hmph, come what may. Nothing they do can ruin my life anymore than it already is..." You mutter.


Much shorter then what I have been normally doing admittedly. However I'm trying to get better with the dialogue so parts may come in
slightly smaller updates then what I've been doing.

Always though, Question, comments, Concerns are greatly appreciated!

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>>29820698
>Griffons, Zebras, and even Minotaurs
>Not having a representative for Saddle Arabia present.
What type of sick joke is this?
The Sultan has killed for lesser insults!

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>>29844560
Minuette returned to the common room, where Moondancer was apparently watching the object through the ship’s magical lenses. Her eyes were closed and her horn was lit, and she was mumbling to herself. Minuette sat down in front of her and smiled, waiting.
She waited.
And waited.
But after fourty-five minutes it didn’t look like Moondancer was coming out of there without some coaxing, so she poked her in the side. Moondancer stopped talking to herself for a moment, but didn’t actually come out of her little trance. Minuette poked her again and cleared her throat. Moondancer’s horn went out and she slowly opened her eyes.
“Welcome back Minuette. Is everything prepared?” Moondancer asked.
Minuette saluted again, quite smartly. “Aye aye! The cables are long enough, and free of damage, a cargo bay has been cleared and marked for the package, and I have practiced the necessary spells!”
Moondancer rolled her eyes. “Well, that’s excellent. We’re on our final hour of approach, and I’ve gotten a pretty good look at the object. Go wake up Twinkleshine and get Caramel out here, will you? We all need to be here for this.”
“Can do, cap’n! …I mean, aye aye!” Minuette said, and trotted off.
Moondancer went back into her trance and looked out at the object once again. It hadn’t moved, thankfully, which meant their heading was still good, but now that they were so close, she could identify certain parts of it. Contrary to the initial assumption that it was merely a lump of rock or other material and was merely here in Celestia’s sphere by chance would appear to be wrong. It looked like a strange box of some sort. It had seams, first off, which had to be pony-made. They were far too straight and deliberate, and were placed in positions that would indicate moving parts and thought toward design.

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>>29848327
The other reasons she thought it was not just a random rock were that despite the worn look of it, it appeared to have some form of design on it. It was too small to make out, but there appeared to be a pattern to what the ship was covered it. Possibly paint, or possibly etchings. Again, they were too small to make out from this distance, even with the zoom capabilities of the ocular spells. Moondancer felt an insistent poking in her side and turned off her horn. Felt like they were back.
She opened her eyes to see Minuette once again really close to her face. “Hello again Minuette. You know I can still hear you if you speak to me, right?”
“I know, but that’s not nearly as fun as poking you. I’ve gathered everypony here. What’s up?” Minuette said.
Caramel and Twinkleshine were standing just behind Minuette, looking confused and tired, respectively. She looked at all three ponies one at a time, then spoke.
“Okay, we’re on final approach to the object, so I need to brief everypony before we arrive.” Moondancer began. “Minuette has prepared the equipment for the away, and has readied her spells for traversing the luminiferous aether. The initial trip will be solo, attached to the ship to investigate the object.”
Moondancer looked at Minuette with a severe eye. “It will be strictly reconnaissance. Take photographs with the camera I’m going to give you, but maintain a respectable distance. I have reason to believe the object is a container of some kind, and possibly made of metal. This would indicate an intelligence created it to hold something, and we do not want to disturb it if it is harboring something dangerous. I’m also having difficulty determining its exact size. When observing it, I seem to be getting some warping, which is also cause for concern.”

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>>29848335
“Is that why you slowed down so early?” Twinkleshine asked.
Moondancer nodded. “Exactly. We’ll approach with caution. If this warping is dangerous, we’ll take the ship through as carefully as we can. Minuette prepared a cargo bay for it, but I doubt at this point that it will be able to hold the object. Investigation first, then we’ll contact the Princess with our findings and ask for her advice after. Got it?”
The three ponies nodded in unison, but Caramel raised his hand.
“Um, Miss Moondancer, what should I do? Is there anything I can even do to help?” Caramel asked.
“Well, without a horn you’re unfortunately limited, but if you want to man the cable Minuette is going to be attached to, your strength would be useful in pulling her back in if things get dangerous.” Moondancer said. She still shrugged afterward, knowing that the job was only to placate him.
Caramel nodded in understanding. “I know, I know. I’m really just here to make the food. Thank you, Moondancer. I’ll be there to help out as well as I can.”
Moondancer nodded. “Alright Ponies! It’s time to arrive! Twinkleshine, man communications.” Moondancer said, floating the book back to her. “Keep Twilight appraised of everything as it happens.”
“Yes, ma’am!” Twinkleshine said, opening the book and pulling out a quill.
“I’ll be bringing the ship in close. Minuette, be prepared to back me up.” Moondancer yelled.
“Aye aye, cap’n!” Minuette said, lighting up her horn.
“Caramel, keep yourself and the supplies safe!” Moondancer shouted.
“Uh… got it!” Caramel said.
Moondancer lit her horn and went into her trance, seeing through the ship’s eyes once more. The luminiferous aether was quiet, black, and unwelcoming, but directly ahead she could see the object, floating aimlessly in the darkness. Despite being loose in the aether, It didn’t spin, and there was that ever-present warping surrounding it.

>>29848337
Arrival!

Updated my journal: https://pastebin.com/6w55Q99Q

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>>29848337
>The three ponies nodded in unison, but Caramel raised his hand.
>hand

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>>29848873
Didn't even notice when I read it. This story is really good, can't wait too see what's inside!

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>>29848873
Damn. I wake up to mistakes. Fixed in the pastebin.

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>>29848338
Without opening her eyes, Moondancer spoke to the ponies who were surrounding her. “We may experience some sort of turbulence as we approach. If this strange field surrounding the object is dangerous, we should know almost immediately. Be prepared for anything.”
She heard their affirmations and slowly moved the ship closer, until they entered the shimmering sphere she could see surrounding the object. As she did, her view of the object distorted as first, then ballooned and shifted. There was no shaking in the ship, no impact of any kind, and nothing untoward seemed to happen to their own ship. They had passed through unscathed. However, the one obvious thing that happened was that the object had grown in size exponentially. It was now bigger than their own ship, and Moondancer could plainly see that it was a ship now. Those lines she had seen before were hoof-made indeed, and they marked seams and connections putting it together. It appeared to be made entirely of metal, which was alarming.
“A… train?” Moondancer said in confusion.
“What? Train?” Twinkleshine said.
“It’s like, a train, kind of. Like an engine, but not quite the same.” Moondancer explained to the three ponies inside the ship. “Here, just take a look yourselves. Tell me what you think it is.” She said, and released her vision from the spell.
Twinkleshine went first, horn lighting up and quickly going out as she stepped back in alarm. “What is THAT!” She said.
Minuette went next, and stayed a bit longer, marveling at the hulking pile of metal ahead of them. “How would anypony even get something like that off the ground! You’d need so much magic to lift something of that size off the ground! Or a huge gas bag, and I don’t see one of those at all!”

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>>29850181
Twinkleshine was scratching furiously at the notebook, and she tapped Minuette to get her attention. “Let me have another look, I need to send a sketch to Princess Twilight.” Minuette obliged and Twinkleshine popped in and out of the vision spell to send a picture to the Princess far away.
Moondancer, meanwhile, was rubbing her chin with a hoof trying to figure out their next move. “We obviously can’t fit it inside the ship, so that’s out. We should, however, try to figure out what it is exactly.” Moondancer said. “And why it’s here. If it’s a threat to Equestria, we need to make sure. We’re the only ones out here, so that puts us in this… questionable position.”
“Well…” Caramel piped up. “…you said it looks like a train, right? So I’d say it’s meant to carry live cargo. As for how it got up here, well what if they just made it go really fast and built a ramp that pointed straight up? If you can’t lift it directly, why not push it upward?”
Moondancer stared at him, dumbfounded. “Caramel, no offense, but that sounds completely stupid.”
Caramel’s face fell. “Sorry. Just a suggestion.”
Moondancer smiled at him softly. “I appreciate it Caramel. But I just don’t see that working.”
Twinkleshine finally opened her eyes and slammed the book shut. “There! I hope the Princess appreciates the picture. Should we wait for her to respond before doing anything else?” She asked.
“I don’t think we’ll have to wait long. Twilight is usually pretty good about getting back to us. But we should prepare to go get hooves-on with this thing.” Moondancer said, standing up. “Minuette, get down to the airlock. I’ll be coming with you. Twinkleshine, bring us closer, but slowly. Caramel, come with me so you can haul is back if anything goes wrong. Twinkleshine, let us know via an announcement what Twilight says.”

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>>29850188
“Will do, Moondancer.” Twinkleshine said, and settled down in the common room to wait, lighting up her horn.
The other three headed down to the airlock to prep for an expedition to the metal behemoth. Minuette pointed out the two spools of cable she had checked, and they each put on a saddle with a hook on the back they attached the cables to. Moondancer flicked on the required ward a few times to make sure she was ready, and tested putting it on Caramel just in case. She then stood next to the door built into the wood of the ship and slid it open, the magic surrounding the ship providing a barrier against the luminiferous aether. They could see the body of the metal beast looming large in their vision as Twinkleshine brought them up next to it. It was at least three times the size of their tree, and appeared pitted with scars on its shell from some unknown force.
“Moondancer, I’ve found what might be a door. I’m going to bring you up near it. I’m connected fully to the communication spell, so if you speak I’ll hear you.” Twinkleshine said.
“Thanks Twinkleshine. I think I see the door you mentioned. We’re ready to go when you stop, so just let us know when you’ve finished moving.” Moondancer responded.
“Okay, right… about… now.” Twinkleshine said, and sure enough, the ship stopped moving almost directly across from what appeared to be a door in the body of the other ship.
The door didn’t look like it had moved in a very long time, and it was made of solid metal, at least on this side of it. There was a control of some sort, though. Similar to a ship’s wheel, it was flush with the front of the door.
“Okay Minuette. Let’s go.” Moondancer said.

>>29850196
Time to go for an aether walk.

Updated my journal: https://pastebin.com/6w55Q99Q

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Let's see where this goes.

>>29847714
Wasn't even thinking about that at the time, sorry bro.

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>>29852372
>"You are lucky our intentions from the East are mainly of peace infidel.Under other circumstances we would have your head!"

>>29852704
Is that gonna tie in with LukeDaDuke's story? Because I want to see where that one goes...

>>29852833
No. Thats just a quote i love. You made a good guess though, it has been me responding to you.
Your story line actually mixes well with my lore of the desert.
In my head canon just like how before Equestria was formed there were the tribes of Earth, Uni, and Pegs. In the Eastern sand of Arabia it's just random tribes, camps, and caravans of Earth ponies. When Equestria united and the eternal sisters take the throne in their castle. I like to imagine across the sea a stallion, Muhammamustang, rises from sleep that gave him a vision. Unite the desert tribes under one banner. Form a great nation that can rival even the greatest of threats and stan the test of time. So he, along with others, goes and conquers all the land that now make up Saddle Arabia. While the sisters go and fight Discord, then Nether becomes a demon, Muhammamustang is off conquering and creating a nation with his armies. X years later when Muhammamustang dies of old age but designates his closest friend as the first Sultan/King or whatever the fuck of Saddle Arabia, at the same time the Capitol of Equestria is moved from the Castle of the two Sisters to the new city of Canterlot, that's when I imagine diplomatic ties between Equestria and the Arabic ponies first make contact. X years later Twilight moves to Ponyville. Blah blah blah. Then x years later the first Coastal War breaks out. Which is the beginning of my story.
My autism at its finest.

>>29853342
>first coastal war
HoW cannon and FOE cannon are my favorite future cannons for the show. I can't decide witch one I like best.

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>>29850203
Moondancer pushed herself through the magic shield protecting the tree from the aether and immediately felt the gravity of the ship lose its pull on her. Her ward protected her from suffocation, and the cable, as she looked back to double-check, kept her tethered to the ship. It was still incredibly disconcerting floating like this, without even being able to swim in any direction, but she had mostly gotten over it after the first few aether-walks.
Minuette, meanwhile, enjoyed it far too much. She pushed off from the ship and twirled through the aether as she made a beeline for the opposing metal ship, impacting it before Moondancer could warn her against touching the thing. Moondancer smacked a hoof against her face, but after a few seconds, she saw that nothing had happened quite yet, so no harm had been done, hopefully.
Minuette connected her ward to Moondancer’s to communicate, a thin line of magic between them. “It’s definitely metal, Moonie, and I don’t feel any magic at all.”
Moondancer waited until she had impacted the ship as well, then held her hooves to it with her own magic so she could walk on it. “Well, it’s good that contact didn’t trigger anything. Please take more care in the future, Minuette. Let’s look around quickly at the surface, then contact Twinkleshine and see if she wants us to enter. This wheel looks like it would spin, and I’m willing to say it would open the door.”
Minuette nodded and disconnected from Moondancer to send a message to Twinkleshine. Afterward, the two looked over the immediate area surrounding the door. The metal surface looked like it had been struck repeatedly all over by something. There were dents of varying sizes all over it, though none had managed to rupture the shell.
“What do you think made all these dents in it?” Minuette asked.

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>>29854520
“If I had to venture a guess, since it’s been out here in the aether for so long, it’s entirely possible these were caused by shooting stars.” Moondancer answered.
“Shooting stars? You mean like you see in the night sky? Things can get hit by those?” Minuette said in alarm.
“Calm down. They’re rarer than you think, and the chances of us getting hit are even more slim.” Moondancer said. Minuette didn’t look appeased, but she didn’t bring it up again.
They didn’t range too far from the door. Twinkleshine needed to easily be able to contact them, and that was easier the closer they were. She was in charge of the ship and needed to be able to move it at a moment’s notice. Especially when there was such an unknown element involved. The ship being their lifeline, it was important she easily be able to protect it.
Eventually, a tendril of magic snaked out from the ship and latched onto Moondancer’s ward. Twinkleshine spoke up through it. “Okay, I contacted the Princess letting her know what we suspect it is, how big it is, and how absolutely impossible it is for us to move it. She said she will confer with the other princesses and get back to us about further plans, but we are free to explore it with the utmost caution.” Twinkleshine said.
“Okay then. I’d like to get a look inside at the very least. If anypony is alive in there, we should see if they need help. They may have been trying to get our attention. The way it teleported closer to us would seem to indicate it wanted us to come to it.” Moondancer said.
Minuette seemed a little less enthusiastic. “Are you sure it’s safe to go in there? What if it’s something bad?”
“Then we evacuate immediately. But we have to check.” Moondancer insisted.

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>>29854521
“Well, alright.” Minuette agreed.
“Twinkleshine, tell caramel we’re going to try to open the door here. If it works, we’re going inside to the full length of the cables and no more. If we’re not back in fifteen minutes, he is to start pulling, no matter what.” Moondancer said through the communication spell.
“Acknowledged, Moondancer. Celestiaspeed.” Twinkleshine said, and disconnected the spell.
Moondancer looked over at Minuette to make sure she was prepared. The two of them went back to the door and the ship’s wheel embedded in it. Minuette didn’t need any prompting before she grabbed onto it with her magic and began trying to turn it. It was slow going, and at first it didn’t seem like it would move at all, but there was a sudden lurch, and a small piece of metal flew off and the whole thing started to spin easily. Minuette turned it as far as it would go before it stopped, having hit the end of its track.
Minuette gave Moondancer one last look and took a deep breath, then yanked on the door. It opened outward into the aether, swinging up into minuette’s face. She scooted over to the side, and peered inside the ship with Moondancer.
There was nothing but a long hallway. A metal walkway covered what the two ponies assumed must be the floor, since the other three sides of the square tunnel were uneven and covered with designs on the sides, and fixtures that could be assumed to be lanterns on the upper portion. They couldn’t see very far inside, but what little they were looking at wasn’t very inviting.
“Uhhhh… Moondancer, do we really need to go inside? Can’t we just leave it here?” Minuette asked, shying away from the hole behind Moondancer.
“I said we would investigate to the end of the cables, so that’s what we’ll do. It’s safer as a pair, so come on. I’ll lead the way.” Moondancer said.

>>29854525
It has been opened.

Updated my journal: https://pastebin.com/6w55Q99Q

>>29853492
>Foe
I want to read that, but that's a huge comitment.

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>>29854531
Can't wait too see what's inside!

>>29855009
If you are going to read it don't read any reviews and stuff about it. Read it and form your own opinions. There is a lot of hate for the original and the side stuff, Project Horizons especially. I personally am on my fourth read through of PH and I like it more than the original. All stories have their flaws and bad parts but taken as a whole, Fallout Equestria is an amazing universe and a great sandbox for writing. It is a big commitment to read because the original and PH are massive, but it's well worth it in the long run. Just my 2 cents.

>>29805086
>Horror pony sex

>>29855285
>limp-horn
Kek

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>>29854531
Moondancer made light with her horn and stepped inside the entrance, carefully touching a hoof to the grating to test it with a small amount of pressure before putting her weight on it. As she moved her whole body inside, she noticed that the ship itself had gravity similar to their own, and carefully released the spell holding her hooves down.
“It has gravity at least. That’s positive. I’m going to scan the air, see if it’s breathable. I didn’t see any wards on the ship, though.” Moondancer said.
Her magic probed out at the surrounding ship, lighting up small pockets here and there as she mentally searched for good, breathable air. She shook her head in frustration and turned to look at the entrance, her magic circling the portal she’d entered through.
“Nothing. I don’t think it’s any good. We’ll have to keep the spell up the entire…”
“Wait, is that a second door?” Minuette said, pointing at the faint outline of something not too far down the entry hall.
Sure enough, there was a second door just ahead at the edge of the light Moondancer’s horn created. Moondancer moved up to it, with Minuette close behind her. VERY close behind her. The door was similar to the one they had already opened, with a wheel that appeared to turn in the same way. Minuette tried to move it, but it wouldn’t budge, no matter how hard she forced it.
“Can you break it?” Moondancer asked.
Minuette shook her head. “It’s not stuck. It’s hitting something inside the door. It’s locked.”
“Hey, move aside a second. There’s something here.” Moondancer said as she gently pushed minuette aside.
Behind Minuette on the wall, there was a faintly glowing red square. It was flashing, and covered in dust, which had muted the colour. There appeared to be words on it, but she couldn’t make them out with all the mess that was covering it.

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>>29856633
Moondancer reached out a hoof to clean it, wiping away the dust and grime. It made a heavy click when pressure was applied, and the outer door began to swing shut. Moondancer’s eyes widened in alarm.
“The door! Minuette catch it!” Moondancer yelled.
Minuette turned and looked, and her horn flared. The door lit up and slowed, but didn’t stop. Whatever heavy mechanism was swinging it shut was too much for her.
“I can’t hold it! It’s too strong!” Minuette cried.
Moondancer raced toward it, but by the time she made it, the door was too close to shut. She pushed against it with her hooves, but could not slow its inexorable swing. It hit their safety cables and didn’t even slow as it sliced through them, shutting with a dull clang. They were sealed inside the strange ship.
“Oh no! Oh no no no no!” Minuette cried, frozen in fear.
Moondancer came over and put a hoof on Minuette’s withers to try and help her relax. “Calm down! It’s probably just the door function. I hit something by accident that shut the door. I highly doubt the entryway was built to kill us. That just goes to show that you shouldn’t put your hooves on everything you see. I should have cleaned it off with my magic instead. Let that be a lesson. Now, let’s…”
Moondancer was interrupted by a loud click, then a whirring, and a cloud of dust came spewing into the small chamber from the walls, followed by a gust of air. The two ponies broke into fits of coughing. Once they had recovered enough, there was a scratchy beep, then the red light Moondancer had hit turned green, and the door they had been investigating started turning the wheel on its own. They watched as it spun, and backed away slightly. It spun for a few seconds, then hit the end with a clunk, and the door rolled sideways into the wall, opening up to a larger black room.

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>>29856641
The two ponies were silent for a moment, staring into the darkness. Minuette broke the silence first.
“I don’t like this.” She said.
“I don’t either. We need to figure out how to open the door first and foremost. Once I know we can get back outside, then we can explore further.” Moondancer said.
She turned back to the button she had accidentally pressed and looked at it. It was green now, flickering fitfully in the light of her horn. It had words on it, but despite now being clean, she still couldn’t read them. They were strange and blocky, not like any script she’d ever encountered in the library at Canterlot.
“Minuette, can you read this?” Moondancer asked.
Minuette stopped staring at the darkness ahead long enough to look down at the button. “No. I’m not familiar with that writing at all. It looks harsh and angry.”
“Well, if I had to characterize it, that’s a pretty good way to do so.” Moondancer said. “I’m going to push it again, see if it opens the door. Be ready.”
Moondancer pushed the button with her hoof again, and there was a click, but it didn’t change colour, and the door didn’t open.
“Okay, so it’s not the same button for the other direction. Look around, see if you can find any other buttons or switches.” Moondancer said.
Minuette nodded and the two searched the entryway they were in for anything that might indicate it would let them back out. Nothing else was lit, however, and despite finding what might have once been a button, it was damaged, having been smashed to pieces by something. Half of it was still there, with that severe writing on it, but it was non-functional if it had been what they wanted.
“Well this is disturbing.” Moondancer said.

>>29856651
Locked inside.

Updated my journal: https://pastebin.com/6w55Q99Q

Safety bump.

>>29857128

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>>29856656
As promised, I gave your OC a try. For now it's just a quick sketch, I sadly don't have much free time to work efficiently on it right now. I'll continue it asap.
Anyway did my best with the PonyTown model and the short description you gave me so if something is not like you imagined it or if you feel like she needs adjustments of any sort (colors, mane, details, anything) just let me know. Is that a beanie she's wearing by the way?
I just realized I totally forgot about her cutie mark and her burn scar. I'll fix this.

>>29859096
Aw snap! I feel honored!
I don't actually know what the hat is. I just put clothes on her because they were available. Of the two you drew, I like the cape, but not the hat, so leave the hat off. The rest is fine. When you put the scar on, try to make sure the hair covers like, half of it. She tries to keep it covered with her mane. Excellent work, though! Thank you very much!

>>29856651
> It looks harsh and angry
Oh sweet Celestia no. I see where this is going. True undeniable horror.
The Russians made it to horse space before us! They're going to take all the good waifus!

>>29859265
Pffft. Well, if anyone was going to be first in pony space, it would be the Russians.

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>>29859044
>Crossed: Equestria will never leave hiatus hell

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>>29859328

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>>29859340
One can dream.

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>>29856656
“What’re we gonna do, Moondancer? We’re stuck in here!” Minuette wailed, clinging tightly to Moondancer’s side.
“Okay, first, we’re going to calm down, alright? Deep breaths, Minuette. We need to be clear-headed before we go any further.” Moondancer said firmly.
Moondancer put a hoof on Minuette’s withers and looked her in the eyes. She inhaled slowly, then exhaled. Inhale. Exhale. She kept going until Minuette was breathing with her, nodding as she followed along. She kept it up until Minuette’s eyes weren’t quite as wide, and she was no longer hyperventilating.
“Feel better?” Moondancer asked.
“Yeah. I’m okay. We can manage this.” Minuette said. “What do we do first?”
“Well, with what I would assume is the exit button destroyed, we will have to find a different exit, or some other way of leaving the ship. We tried magic, but this ship was quite solidly built. It’s quite clear we’ll have to go deeper.” Moondancer said.
Minuette looked in the direction of the open door leading further inside the ship. Outside the pool of light cast by their horns, the darkness was absolute. There was the sound of groaning metal every so often echoing through the hallway toward the two ponies, but there wasn’t much else to be seen. Inside was a mystery. A rather frightening mystery.
“I’ll lead, but keep close, and be ready for anything. If anything is alive inside this place, we don’t know if it is dangerous. Our safety is first and foremost. If you feel at all threatened, defend yourself with extreme prejudice. I will forgive you for killing any foreign creatures.” Moondancer said.
Minuette didn’t say anything, but Moondancer could hear her gulp as she swallowed. She was scared, but her magic was powerful. She needed to feel free to use it if necessary. They were in strange territory, and safety must come first.

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>>29861010
Moondancer stepped out of their small room, her horn light glowing as she focused it around the area. It illuminated a wider room, with small recesses in the walls on either side. She led the way over to one of them and inspected it closer. It looked like something had attached here at one point, but if it had, it had been gone a long time. The dust that covered everything was in here as well, meaning it had not been used for a long time.
That actually made her wonder if there was oxygen in here. “Minuette, watch me for a moment, I’m going to release my ward and see if I can breathe in here. If I pass out, please rescue me.” Moondancer said.
“Uh, okay.” Minuette responded.
Moondancer dropped her ward, then let out her breath. She tried to calm down as she exhaled, and as she inhaled she felt an immense sense of relief. There was oxygen, and she could indeed breathe. It was stale, and musty, and tasted distinctly of dust and metal, but it was breathable. If there were any pathogens in the air, they’d find out, but they needed all their energy to defend themselves in here, and this would be one less thing to worry about.
“It’s safe, Minuette. You can drop your ward. You’ll need your energy for other things.” Moondancer said.
Minuette let out a breath and dropped her own ward, giving a weak smile. “Oh thank goodness. That’s a bit of a weight off my mind.”
Moondancer nodded, and the two slowly moved forward, following the rather linear hallway deeper into the ship. Moondancer kept an eye on the dust on the floor as they moved. So long as the dust remained undisturbed, then that meant nothing was touching it. That either meant something lived here that flew, or nopony lived here.

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>>29861017
The hall continued down some distance, turning right once, then taking them down a short way. They passed a couple rooms, but either the doors did not open, or they were empty. Nothing at all inside the first two they could get inside, with a thin coating of dust on the floor. The fact that it was thin dust made Moondancer wonder if that was just all the dust that was available, or whatever happened had happened rather recently. Recently being open to interpretation, of course.
“What are we looking for, Moonie?” Minuette asked, pressed tight up against her.
“I’m not positive, but we need a room that looks important. If it’s like a throne room or captain’s room on a boat, it should have a big fancy chair at the very least.” Moondancer answered.
“All the rooms we’ve found are empty. That’s concerning enough as it is, but none of them even had any chairs in them at all.” Minuette whined.
“I know, but calm down. We’ll find something eventually. The ship isn’t infinite. We just need to keep looking.” Moondancer said.
“I just want to know we have an exit. I’m worried and scared. Do you think Caramel and Twinkleshine have started panicking yet?” Minuette asked.
“I certainly hope not. Twinkleshine is in control of the ship. Caramel literally cannot pilot it home if she loses her head. As the sole remaining unicorn on board, it’s her responsibility to keep the ship safe and deliver it, and the remaining crew home intact. She’ll wait as long as she can before leaving.” Moondancer said.
“Would she really leave without us?” Minuette said, aghast.
“That was part of the job description, Minuette. It was always a risk.” Moondancer said, plodding stoically along, hooves tapping on the metal walkway.

>>29861023
Going deeper into the ship.

Updated my journal: https://pastebin.com/6w55Q99Q

>>29861030
Ya know, it would help if the attached images had something to do with the post, to enhance the immersion

>>29863285
I know, but it's tough finding good images. I'm trying to find good space-themed images, but they're few and far between when it comes to ponies. I will try to do better.

Porn horror?

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>>29861030
The two mares wandered aimlessly for some time, hearing nothing but the ominous creaking of the ship around them, and the tapping of their hooves on the floor. They went from a grating covering the floor, to what must once have been sterile white-painted metal, but was not peeling and dust-covered metal sheets. They hugged the right wall, only deviating to check out nearby rooms in case any of them were what they were looking for, but none of them were promising, and all were empty. After a good amount of walking, the white-painted walls eventually led them to a set of doors unlike the ones they had previously seen. Where the others were single doors with no windows and no markings on them, these ones had some writing on the front, emblazoned in red, and a set of windows just higher than their heads.
“If my mental map is still correct, this leads into the deeper parts of the ship. I was hoping we’d stay near the outside wall and find another door, but this is the only path from here. We’d either have to go back and choose another hallway, or investigate this one. What do you think, Minuette?” Moondancer asked.
Minuette stood up on her hind hooves and peeked through the bottom of the window. “This area looks important. I think it’s worth a look. My only concern is the red. No matter what species made this ship, ponies typically use red because it’s eye-catching. So this area is either important, or dangerous.”
“Well, let’s see if we can get it open, then. I don’t fancy backtracking too much, and I don’t want to get lost. I’m trying to keep a mental picture of where we are, but it’s swiftly getting tangled. See if you can figure out how to open it.” Moondancer said, looking at the wall next to the door.

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>>29864051
Minuette looked at the wall on the opposite side, and searched for something that might open the door. She glanced at the door itself, but as from the first look, there wasn’t anything that looked like a handle or a knob that could be used to open it. Not even a wheel like from the airlock. But, if the airlock doors were any indication, there should be a button or something. Some other way of opening it must be available.
Minuette’s eyes flicked over the wall, and alighted upon something with more of that strange writing. It looked like it had once been painted yellow, with flakes of it coming off, but it looked like it opened. She gingerly tugged at it with her magic, and it snapped off, clattering noisily to the floor. Minuette turned and saw Moondancer glaring at her and grinned ruefully. Behind the panel, though, was what looked like some sort of handle, precisely the kind she had been looking for.
“I think I found it, Moonie. I’m going to try turning this thing and see what happens.” Minuette said.
“Wait, what did you…” Moondancer began, a little too late.
Minuette pulled and twisted the thing until it moved, and there was a hissing noise from the door as it slowly separated and slid open, revealing a second set of doors.
“Well… that’s one door, I guess.” Moondancer said. “Now for the second one.”
“At least we know what to look for. There are little yellow panels that appear to open the doors if you tug on them.” Minuette said, holding up the panel she had broken off the wall.
“That’s good to know.” Moondancer said.
Moondancer stepped inside the first door, and looked on both sides, there was indeed a yellow panel, in much better condition than the first. She pulled it open, and tugged on the handle inside. It slid open the second set of doors, but shut the first set, clipping Minuette’s chin as it slid shut.

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>>29864062
Panicked, Moondancer quickly twisted it backward, opening the first set of doors again. Minuette stood there, rubbing her chin.
“Well, now we know that whoever built this thing really likes double sets of doors.” Minuette said.
“I’m just glad it opened again. Stick closer to me, Minuette.” Moondancer said.
Minuette obediently hurried through the doors, standing inside, and Moondancer opened them once more, sealing them in the room. Upon opening the doors, they looked around at the room they were now in. It was fairly wide open, with that white paint peeling off some of the walls. In the center was a tall circular object, again, slightly taller than a pony could see, just above their heads. From the light of their horns they could see that there was a path to the right, and to the left, both heading into separate hallways with more of that writing above each.
“What do you think this room is for?” Minuette asked.
“It’s white, and looks like it was built for no-nonsense business. Either a lab or a medical area. I don’t see any instruments I recognize, though.” Moondancer said.
Minuette shivered. “I don’t know that I would want to do either of those things here.”
They took a couple of steps forward, and as soon as their hooves entered the room proper, there was an electrical pop, and one of the lights in the ceiling came on, flickering fitfully. It was followed by a noise that was filled with static, coming from above them. The two ponies’ ears went flat, and they looked around for the source, horn lights flashing to and fro. Minuette back up to the first door, her flank pressing tightly against it, Moondancer stood just ahead of her, light sweeping the room. Eventually, the noise died down, and the two waited patiently until they were sure nothing more was going to happen.

>>29864076
A large room, and loud noise.

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>>29863285
I tried to find better images that fit what's going on. Hope it helps.

>>29846508
>>
>Only a short time passes, and the jury re-enters the room, filing back to their seats.
>They each sit down, looking confident in their decision.
>One of them, sitting at the bottom row, closest to the twin's thrones held an envelope.
>The very envelope that would read your fate.
>The Earth pony dressed in fancy attire and with his mane done so well, styled to perfection, opened the envelope with a quick rip and unfurled the parchment held within.
>"Your royal majesties, Celestia and Luna, when it comes to the finding of the defendant, Nether Star." He spoke monotonously, "We find him, guilty, of all charges brought forth against his name."
>No surprise.
>Still, though, you could not help but feel a little remorse now having actually heard to verdict read out loud.
>The courtroom was silent, surprisingly. No applause or cheering.
>Perhaps they were merely satisfied in knowing you would get whats coming to you.
>Regardless of whatever they may sentence you too, you would have to face the Old one's judgement soon.
>"Nether Star..." Celestia said.
>These smug fools...they don't know what a true terror could bring...
>"With the verdict being read, and all things considered..."

>>29866128
>Hope they live to see the day they return...too see the Old ones coming, if only too see the looks on their faces while they stand on their self righteous pedestals they try to put themselves on...
>"We hereby sentence you to..."
>"All you have accomplished and still you lick the hooves of royals. Hmph. You should be king..." The whispers said, fading back into your head.
>You /should/ rule them all...
>"Imprisonment, for life."
>Luna and Celestia both slam their hoofs simultaneously, making their sentencing official.
>Ironic, seeing as how you sort of...can't die.
>Not while /they/ see fit to keep your mortal vessel living anyway.
>"Deep beneath the lowest dungeons of the castle, you will languish. Any use of magic will become foreign to you as those rings on your horn remain forever! You are cast out." She says waving her hoof, "You will learn what is like to have no people..."
>Luna said as the guards who escorted you in approach your stand, undoing the shackles from the ground.
>"We will send them a message, let their fear and anger give us strength for the years to come..." They bellowed in your head.
>A sense of displacement and weightlessness overcame you, it felt the same as before.
>Possession. Only this time, you didn't fight it.

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>>29866138
"You listen to me, your /highness/..." Your voice echoed loudly. Rumbling deep in a meld of your own and theirs speaking in unison.
"I hope you live to see their return! Because whether or not I am here too see it, the day they arise from the black depths of Ny'alotha, all creation will tremble!"
>"What dark sorcery is this Nether!?" Celestia cries out.
>You aren't the one in control right now, but they are making it seem clear that its you...
"They will come for you, do you hear me!?" Your voice echos again, gaining volume, "The faceless horrors will race through your streets, and kill your people!"
>Numerous guards swarm you and restrain you, holding you down to the ground.
"They will place your soft, little, peace-craving bodies on a pike and burn your kingdom down around your still-wet ears!"
>"Be silent!" One of the guards screams out as your body struggles against them.
"And in whatever afterlife your precious elements grant you, your people will wish your mother had /miscarried/!"
>"Enough!!"
>The last thing thing you could hear was a clunk in the back of your head with the blunt end of a spear, knocking you unconscious.

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>>29866156
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>Awakening several hours later in a groggy daze, you take notice of whats around you.
>Both your hooves were chained high above your head, stretched to the limit. The strain in your tendons could be felt with every little movement you made.
>Knowing, but hoping anyway, you look to your horn. The rings were still there. Mocking you.
>Your magic was still sealed away, so close, yet so far.
>You try to stand up, only sliding against the wall as the dirt beneath your hooves made it hard to gain balance in your weary state.
>Cringing in pain as you slip, you are caught by the shackles on your forehooves, their vice-grip dug into your still raw flesh.
*Gah* "I suppose this is home for awhile..." You think to yourself.
>Looking forward, you see the metal bars of your tiny stone cell. The walls were hardly wide enough to even hold your forehooves to your sides to stretch.
>If you could stretch anyway...
>The bars, glowed a dim golden glow. No doubt enchanted to ward off any and all magic and going off the aura that enveloped them, it was done by Celestia herself.
>There were wards and totems in front of the bars as well, lay out in front of it. More then likely from the Zebras.
>The wards, glowed a golden glow, further signifying that Celstia was behind their creation. They were complex in design.
>Obviously they were there to assist the enchanted bars to keep you held in here.
>Maybe the message the Old Gods sent was taken too harshly.
>Good.

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>>29866163
>At least they are perceptive enough to take /them/ seriously...
>"Well well, looks like someones awake." Said the earth pony guard standing just off to the side of the cell.
>"Hes awake? Good, then we can test Princess Luna's theory and get out of here, gives me the creeps being this low in the dungeon..." The unicorn said, looking up and down the walls.
>What test could they mean? Wha-
>"You are weak. Say it!" The earth pony said snidely.
"Release me, and I will show you what weak is!" You cry out, struggling against the chains that held you.
>"Hmph, is that all? I expected more from him." Said the unicorn.
>They were trying to anger you, to get you riled up to see if your "evil" magic could break any of the barriers put in place. Making sure that they were enough to keep you down.
>"Looks like the Princess's protection wards works well enough, that along with those rings on his horn and these totems from them zebras, I don't think this treacherous dog will be going anywhere anytime soon."
>"You'll stay here for the rest of however long your life will hold out! And going by your current status..." He says looking to your worn out figure, "won't be much longer, hah!"
>"You'll never have the privilege of seeing Celestia's sun ever again, serves you right traitor!" The unicorn says, laughing.
>They both grab their spears from the ground, and begin leaving.
>"Well, lets inform Luna that the spells are in full effect then!" The unicorn said.
>"May your bones rot, Demon!!" Their voices echoed down the halls.

>>29866172
>And here you sit.
>Bound.
>Looking again to the barriers and wards, you see the intricacies of them. They were weaved with great care and were powerful spell wards.
>Celestia really knew her stuff...
>Even /with/ no restraints on you, breaking out of here would prove difficult...
>Looks like you aren't going to be leaving here for a long, long time.
>Hours go by, and for the first time in you can't remember how long, you felt...tired?
>Sleepy tired...
"Sleep? But...I thought...ugh..."
>Your vision blurs and starts to go dark as you go limp in your restraints against the wall.
>Awakening, you could only see darkness surrounding you.
>A cold blackness that seemed to drain the very heat form your body.
>"Nether..."
>That voice...
>"You have /failed/ us, Nether Star..."

>>29866180
Whoo boy, been a minute since I posted anything but hey, its the weekend now, and I aint got shit else to do so...more tomorrow!
Questions, comments, concerns, lemme hear'em!

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>>29864089
Gonna be tomorrow when I post the next bit. It's supposed to be exciting, and I want to get it just right. Sorry.

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Attempt at defibrillating this thread and sparking some discussion.
What are you guys favorites (pony related or not) horror works of fiction, vidyas, movies, books etc?

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>>29872224
Personally I'm a fan of paranormal type stuff, not saying the occasional monster killing everything isn't a good concept for horror, but having something you have no control over trying to not only kill you but torment you in ways that bring out your darkest fears or desires. Something you can't quite control or fight against. One of the reasons why I like horror films that deal with like possession or evil spirits more than ones that are just slasher or monster stuff. Creepypasta stories are an inspiration for this in my opinion.

>>29873105
My personal favourite is unexplained supernatural stuff and paranormal stuff. Like: "There's a thing here trying to do bad stuff. Why? Fuck if I know. It's just happening!"

Like, a person finds themselves in a supernatural situation, and they have no idea what they can possibly do to survive. Some of the SCP foundation stuff is good for that, along with Penumbra and Amnesia. For a good portion of the games, you have no idea what's going on or why things are awful for you.

I enjoy a good slasher flick, when there's really no easy way to stop the bad guy. Jason is great because he never stops, and Freddy because he's literally a dream. Both are excellent monsters, but they're not really "scary" for me, just fun.

Any horror where you can fight back against the monster is immediately no longer scary.

Also, fuck jump scares. They're cheap and not really scary, just surprising. Despite the name, Spooky's jump scare mansion is one game that did Jump Scares right, and is a fun little piece of horror.

Story shortly, I'm eatin' breakfast.

>>29873668
>My personal favourite is unexplained supernatural stuff and paranormal stuff. Like: "There's a thing here trying to do bad stuff. Why? Fuck if I know. It's just happening!"

I know its kind of an overused concept at this pont but I think the Paranormal Activity movies are really good at portraying the whole "were helpless to fight back against whatever this thing is." I love those movies.

>Also, fuck jump scares.

I agree for the most part, sometimes I think they are good, when used in moderation.

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>new episode
>still no sticky
>duplicate threads everywhere
>threads are reaching the archive after barely one hour
You guys better bump this thread, this board's gonna be fast as hell now that the hiatus ended. I'll eventually make a new one if this one got deleted.

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>>29864089
“What… in Equestria, was that!” Minuette said in alarm.
Moondancer looked shaken. “I don’t know! I came from the roof! Keep your horn ready, but let’s try entering again. Remember, if anypony shows their face and seems threatening, shoot first.”
Minuette nodded, and the two both stuck a hoof out across the threshold. There was some sparking and crackling, but the screaming sound seemed to have stopped. They slowly made their way in, up to the tall thing in the center. Minuette stretched up to look over the top, and saw a flat surface, devoid of any items on top of it. There was a small gate in the side, indicating that somepony could have entered and stood inside, likely to direct ponies to specific places. So, sort of a reception desk?
“I think this was a reception area of sorts, Moondancer.” Minuette said. “This desk would have been where somepony stood to help ponies find specific areas or things they were looking for.”
Moondancer was looking down the hall to the left of where they’d entered, light beam focused on the floor. “I think you’re right Minuette, but I’ve found something else. Hoofprints.”
Minuette felt a chill go down her spine and dropped back down to the floor to scurry nearer to Moondancer. “How new?”
“Not very. They’ve been filled in with dust, but dust had already built up before they were made.” Moondancer said, motioning toward the floor down the hallway.
Minuette leans over Moondancer’s back to have a look at where her light was pointed. There were prints in the dust, and they appeared to go both directions, if her interpretation of their shape was correct. They came first toward the desk, then they went back the way they had come. The hoofprints were oddly shaped, with a form kind of like a peanut, and lines criss-crossing here and there across the print.

>>29875220
“Is… is that a hoof?” Minuette asked.
“No. At least it’s clearly not a natural hoof. Somepony was wearing shoes. The design is unnatural and meant for extra traction, showing intelligence. We were expecting whoever built this ship to be intelligent, though. The question is why so much dust landed before they came through here. Either they avoided this section of the ship for some reason, or somepony arrived much later to investigate, much like us. So we don’t know if they were the original creators of the ship or not.” Moondancer explained.
“Should we follow them?” Minuette said hesitantly.
“I think we should. They came in, then they left back the way they came without hesitation. They knew something we don’t.” Moondancer said.
“Alright, I’m ready, lead the way Moonie.” Minuette said.
Moondancer lead the way down the hall, following the hoofprints in the dust. They travel down the hallways, moving carefully through the ship. All of the doors they come to had been removed from their frames and were entirely gone, leaving only the small slots where they would have slid into to open. That was concerning. They weren’t destroyed, but the doors were missing entirely, and that was cause to worry.
“Be ready for anything, Minuette. We don’t know what we’re going to find.” Moondancer said. “There are clearly doors missing.”
Minuette nodded and kept her horn at the ready. She’d noticed that some of the walls were also missing. Sheets of metal removed entirely, exposing the strange underbelly of what went into the ship. There were small colourful strings running up and down through it, as well as pipes and the supporting beams of metal. A strange mixture of things to put behind walls, that was certain. The main concern was that they were gone, though.

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>>29875243
The two ponies kept walking for a short while longer, until they heard a strange noise coming from up ahead. It was similar to the sound that had come from the ceiling in the white room, but it was rising and falling in volume. It sounded like it was coming closer, then going away, then coming closer again, it was slow as well, not like a siren. There was also a light rising and falling in intensity with the sound, slipping through a doorway up ahead. Something was moving around up there. Something, or somepony.
Moondancer stopped and tapped Minuette, inclining her head toward the sound down the hall. Minuette nodded and brought a hoof up to her horn. She was ready for anything. The two moved onward, creeping toward the noise. They moved slowly, so as to avoid making much sound themselves, but their hard hooves made that difficult on metal. It clinked under their steps, and the age of it made it creak as well. Nothing seemed to change about the sound except the volume as they got closer, so that was a small comfort.
Moondancer put out a hoof to signal Minuette to turn off her horn, then the two inched forward until they arrived at the open doorway the light was coming through. Despite her best efforts, it was shaking slightly. The constant white noise was awfully disconcerting. Moondancer waited until the noise and light came around, screeching past the doorway as the two ponies pressed themselves tightly against the wall, then she slowly stuck her muzzle around the doorway to look at what was out there.
In the dim light cast by whatever was making the noise, her eyes were immediately drawn to a huge metal construct in the middle of the room. It was a strange cigar-shaped monstrosity, with a pointed top and four fins on the bottom. The room itself appeared to have been torn into the ship over a long period of time.

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>>29875263
The source of the noise, meanwhile, was what really alarmed her. A strange glowing figure was FLOATING around the catwalk they were on! It was bipedal, and its arms were waving in front of it as it moved, grasping at the air. It was emitting that awful white noise they had heard earlier, but now, being this close, she could hear some sort of rhythm to it, as if it were trying to say something. The thing was mostly white, with a large spherical and shiny head. It was covered in strange tubes, with a large white pack on its back. She wasn’t sure if it was wearing a suit or that was its natural form. It went behind the tip of the metal thing in the middle of the room, then turned back to face her direction, and she pulled back.
Moondancer ducked back around the wall, pressing herself tightly against the wall as the floating creature made its rounds. She was breathing hard, and Minuette, having not seen what she had seen, was pale, and her eyes were wide. The questions were plain on her face, but Moondancer just shook her head and held her tightly against the wall as the light drew closer. She was shaking as the light drew closer, and she held her breath. She felt her heart race as the light stopped at the doorway, but she dared not move.
The sound stopped as well, and there was a heavy *thump* as something impacted the walkway.
“SQZIPLA*SHHHHHHHHHH*?!”
A bulbous white limb, with something similar to claws moved inside the doorway, touching the hoofprint she had left in the dust. The light grew brighter as a second white paw gripped the edge of the doorway. Moondancer felt tears come to her eyes from fear as she shook against the wall, the thing clearly towering over the two small ponies. Then it stuck its head inside the door, facing them.

>>29875272
DISCOVERED!

Updated my journal: https://pastebin.com/6w55Q99Q

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>>29874830
Safety bump while I go get food

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>>29875291
RAYGUN GOTHIC!

>>29875492
Daw I'd snuggle that demon

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>>29876052

>>29877707
Not gonna lie, thats damn cute

>>29877707
When do they fuck?

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Bedtime
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>>29878576
Why does this turn me on

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>>29879295
Sounds to me like you got some specific fetish involving mouths and sticky stuff. Could be a tame one, could be a weird one. The world may never know.

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>>29875291
Love the whole "in space, no one can hear you scream" feel of your story.

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>>29879926
Thanks. That's the goal, after all!