Heart of War: Thread 14- I can't be bothered to name this one

>>29816038
>You look down and swat some of the blood off of your arms.
>Glancing back up to the crew, you see most of them still waiting as they were.
“Don’t just sit there slack jawed! Get these bodies off of the deck! And would one of you pegasi bring me some rain to rinse off in?”
>Inspecting your body, there’s not a scratch to be found on you.
>Maybe a splinter or two from the wooden floor, but the creatures never touched you.
>Well, aside from getting swatted with a tail, but that probably won’t even leave a large bruise.
>Been awhile since you’ve had a fight like that.
>You’ve still got it.
>It really got the blood flowing through your aging body.
>Hell, it was fun.
>That unsettles you.
>Reaching forward, you pull your sword free of the dead beast, and start collecting your other weapons from the bodies.
>Killing is your job, but you’ve never had fun with it.
>Maybe it has something to do with the part of Discord that you’ve got riding shotgun.
>That could account for a couple of the changes in mood you’ve had in recent days.
>Such as how you’ve almost intentionally been trying to annoy Tiara.
>Looking to the deck, you see unicorns starting to levitate bodies off of the ship.
>If anything else is lurking nearby, the waters will effectively be chummed…
>You can only hope that the creatures spooked away any other sea monsters in the immediate vicinity.
>One of your daggers is levitated up to you, so you grab it from the air and re-sheathe it.
>Moving forward, you reach a body with one of your throwing knives.
>And as you retrieve the weapon, you notice Tiara stomping towards you.
>You try (and fail) to contain a smug grin.
>”Clean up and meet me in my cabin.”
>She immediately turns and starts stepping around the bodies on the way to her room.
“Meet me in my cabin, Sir.”
>You let out right as she turns.
>It doesn’t illicit a verbal response.

>>29836673
>…
>After cleaning off, and putting on a fresh pair of fatigues, you step back onto the deck.
>The crew worked quick.
>No bodies are left on deck, and the last blood spatters are being mopped up.
>Tiara should have calmed down… slightly.
>Well, better not keep her waiting.
>As you cross over to the doors, you pause a moment before entering.
>Should you knock?
>No, you won’t.
>Entering the cabin, you see Tiara rush to hide a bottle.
>”I see you put a shirt on.”
“Drinking this early already?”
>You turn to close the door behind you.
>She doesn’t respond to the question.
>Turning back to face her, you approach the table she’s sitting at.
>As you reach the empty chair, you swing your leg over the low back rest and sit in the chair.
>You then lean slightly forward and weave your fingers together as you place your arms on the table.
“You know, I never took you for a betting pony.”
>”Ugh.”
“Look Tiara, we’re both adults here. I’ll be honest, my naval knowledge and experience is relatively low. How this ship runs is your business, and I’m not here to overrule you on every detail. But this is my mission, and I’m in charge.”
>She remains silent.
“You are the head of the Equestrian Royal Navy, that leaves me as your boss. But, that doesn’t mean that your opinion and experience mean nothing. For the most part, I will defer to your judgment. When our opinions do clash, I want you to argue yours as best as possible; but ultimately when that rare conflict does arise, the decision is mine. And don’t worry, you won’t have to put up with me for long.”
>Tiara still doesn’t say anything.

>>29836676
“So, I’m here with a peace offering.”
>”What?”
>You pull out a folded and sealed letter from a pocket.
>Then slide it across the table.
“Once you get back home, take this to Canterlot. It’s a signed order that will fully put you back into the fold. You’re head of the navy, and you deserve to be back on High Command. As you know, Flurry is currently infected with the same thing that’s got Celestia. That means you’ll be on the council that’s running Equestria.”
>”You’d really let bygones go? Your generals would let themselves work with somepony that didn’t help them in their Civil War?”
“Brairheart and Offense won’t like it, and will probably be vocal about it. Lancer and Wave are more pragmatic. But they’ll all accept the decision because I told them to. I’ve worked directly with them all for years, and they know that if I make a decision, they can trust it.”
>”How do I know this isn’t an order for my arrest or execution?”
“You really think I’m naïve enough to think you’ll let the letter sealed? Go on and open it, read for yourself.”
>You pause to let her open and read the letter.
>After she gets through it, she tosses it onto the table.
>”I don’t want your consolation prize.”
“Then retire and let someone else do the job. You have a lot of sailors locked into Fort Shipbreaker, you take my offer, then they all get to continue doing their jobs an get to go home to their families. The Royal Navy gets reconciled with no questions asked. You don’t like how my people have been running things, then do something about it.”
>”No questions asked?”

This is it for the night, I'll be back tomorrow
>>29836681
“You placed all your eggs in the Celestia basket, and you lost. I’m offering you a second chance with no strings attached.”
>”And how much weight will my word actually have?”
“As much as any of them, but in my place Lancer has the final say. Look, we can argue for days on end about Flurry and Celestia. But until my mission is successful and they both get freed from the entity that’s controlling their minds, that argument doesn’t matter. What does matter is making sure that Equestira rebuilds and continues to stay secure. I want you to have a part in that.”
>She pauses for a moment to think.
>”Fine, you win fair and square.”
“Good.”
>”Now with all due respect, may I speak freely Sir?”
>She basically spits out the ‘Sir’ part of her question.
“Go ahead.”
>”Get out of my cabin.”
“One last thing.”
>”What?”
“What…”
>”What Field Marshal?”
>It really pains her to add your rank.
“I’m only going to say this once, so listen very carefully.”
>You say in a completely serious tone as she listens.
“At ease. No need for formalities, just ‘Anon’ will do.”
>Her jaw slacks open and her eyes widen in disbelief, and perhaps a bit of disgust.
>And you just smile smugly as you rise from the chair and take your leave.

i wish i was as cool as anon

>>29836676
Anon is Riker, confirmed.

My usual 'Flurry needs rutting' post.

Im still not caught up. I seriously admire your dedication to this...

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No matter how many times I read your description of the beasts, I couldn't get the image of Anon fighting miniature versions of these things.

>>29837332
>I kept picturing Anon fighting miniature versions of these things.
Meant to word it like this.

>9

>>29837969

>>29837332
For some reason the Creepers from CL come to mind, just replace the head with a croc head and make them thicker.

>>29836681
S E X
W I T H
T I A R A
N O W

>>29840284
This, if you want to thing

>>29840284
We need to rank the story's waifus

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>>29841634
1. Flurry Heart
2. Flurry Heart
3. Flurry Heart
4. Flurry Heart
5. See # 3

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>>29841736
this
now that we got that sorted out, shall we rate the story's top husbandos?

updates coming soon
>>29842269
but there are so many
>>29841736
I think you forgot Flurry Heart as an honorable mention
>>29837332
The teeth are accurate ish
>>29839801
The reference was lost on me
>>29837224
glad someone caught it
>>29837230
I admire your dedication to rutting
>>29836735
Anon is a self insert character, you are as cool as Anon
>>29840284
>>29840914
>wanting to resolve the sexual tension

>>29836687
>…
>After leaving Tiara’s cabin, you mosey on up to the wheel to see Port.
>But Discord speaks to you as you start going up the steps to the upper deck.
>”Now Anon, listen carefully. You need rest from my activity. I’ll be doing the equivalent of taking a nap, so I won’t be able to sense what you sense for a while. Try not to get us killed.”
>A break from Discord’s vigilance.
>You’ll take it.
“Commander.”
>”Sir.”
“Anything you want to say about the situation?”
>”That’s between you and Lady Tiara.”
“Good man.”
>You pat his shoulder as he continues to work the ship’s wheel.
>”It was quite the sight though… the battle, that is.”
“I’ve had tougher scrapes.”
>”I’ll take your word for it. But it was no easy feat, facing three dozen of those… things.”
“I counted forty-two.”
>”You had time to count during that?”
“Subconsciously. It helps me focus in smaller battles.”
>”Small.”
“I’ve stormed Changeling hives and fought on the front lines of the largest battles Equestria has ever seen.”
>”Fair enough.”
“There is still something I don’t understand though.”
>”Hmm?”
“They had to have seen the crew up on the rigging. Why didn’t they pay you any mind?”
>”Well they were a bit preoccupied. Perhaps they didn’t think about taking the effort to get to prey that was out of reach.”
“I hope it’s that simple.”
>A voice yells out in pain.
>You look over to the source.
>A sailor is hopping on three legs, a large splinter sticking out of his back left hoof.
>An aqua blue earth pony with an oaken colored mane then starts berating the sailor.
>”I told you ponies to watch your step, their claws did a number on the deck, and I haven’t gotten around to fixing it all yet!.”
>The injured pony retorts:
>”Look at the size of it!”
>”It’s just a splinter, you dolt!”
>The aqua pony is the ship’s boatswain.

This is it for the night
>>29842444
>Ironically enough, he’s named Bosun Boatswain.
>Which is redundant.
>Incredibly redundant.
>The Boatswain yanks out the shard of wood sticking out of the sailor’s hoof.
>Prompting a sharp yelp to escape the pony.
>As the Boatswain inspects the shard, he then speaks to the pony.
>”That was deep. Go get patched up, I don’t want your blood on my deck.”
>As the pony limps away, you call out to the Boatswain.
“Sorry about the mess Bosun.”
>”Yeah, you haven’t seen how they dug their dirty claws into the hull. It’ll take a week to get the ship presentable again.”
>The Boatswain then takes his leave to continue repairing the scratches that pepper the ship.
>With that done, the ship returns to its quiet state.
>Well that just won’t do.
>You approach the guard rail overlooking the main deck, and yell to one of the riggers.
“Seaman Bass, start something!”
>He’s one of the more musically inclined crewmembers.
>After a moment of thinking, he chooses one of the shanties you taught the crew.
>”Come cheer up my lads, ‘tis glory we steer,”
>”To add something more to this wonderful year;”
>”To honor we call you, as freemen not slaves,”
>”For who are so free as the sons of the waves.”
>Much of the rest of the crew joins in for the chorus.
>”Heart of oak are out ships, jolly tars are our men,”
>”We always are ready; Steady boys, steady!”
>”We’ll fight and we’ll conquer again and again.”
>You rest a hand on the guardrail as the crew continues.
>This voyage might not be as bad as you feared it would be.

>>29842451
Fuck me, should be
>Heart of oak are *our men

caught it right as it posted, it's fixed for the pastebin

>>29842455
When is tiara gonna try to make a move? We all know she wants to jump Anon's bones.

>9

>>29843817

>>29842651
Tiara will make a move the same time Flurry will get rutted.

>>29844454

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>>29770872
>After a couple minutes sitting idly by, sleep begins to overtake your eyes.
>The sun isn't even past the horizon and yet yawns begin to creep out.
>From the warmth from the fire, to the little chill of the sand your flank is planted on.
>All that walking plus carrying a whole other pony really was draining.
>Everything meshes perfectly together to make your sitting spot nice and cozy.
>Slowly your eyelids become heavier and heavier.
>Their weight over encumbering your energy and soon you feel your head bobbing up and down trying to stay awake.
>Just before you fall to your side, you would wake at the last second and right yourself.
>It's not too long however before one final drop sends you crashing on the ground into darkness.
>The heat from the fire still keeping your front end partially warm.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rRr-DZmYER0
>A grassy meadow.
>Camellias, carnations, and other various flowers sit in sporadic pockets all around.
>They dance to and fro from a light breeze.
>Occasionally one would fully fall over, but after a second it would happily jump back up.
>Somewhere there's a stream babbling away.
>A bird sings cheerfully with its friends up above.
>Currently you're sitting under a giant oak tree atop a hill.
>It's branches provide cooling cover from the sun.
>Everything is just so comfy.
>Taking a deep breath you give out a content sigh.
>You could stay here forever.

>>29846288
>"I knew I might find you here."
>A light voice stirs you.
>Up the hill walks a gorgeous mare.
>Her amber coat shines brightly in the sunlight while her long red-brown mane flows in the wind.
"Where else should I be?"
>She gives out a giggle and a couple strands of hair fall in front of her hazel eyes.
>There's a picnic basket in her mouth.
>A corner of the checkered red and white blanket is hanging out from the basket-lip just slightly.
>"Thought I'd surprise you with a little picnic."
>Setting it down beside you, she opens it up.
>"Some sparkling cider."
>Reaching a hoof in the basket, she pulls out a bottle along with two glasses.
>"Potato and fruit salad."
>She sets down two little trays holding the respected food on the blanket.
>The fruit shoved closer to you.
>"Some delicious brownies I just pulled from the oven."
>She pulls a little plate out with four brownies and sets them in the center.
>Heat resonates atop it and the air is filled with the smell of chocolate.
>"And for the main course I prepared something extra special for you."
>You sit eager in anticipation to the buffet that has been brought to you.
"What did I ever do to deserve you?"
>She just smiles and reaches a hoof back into the basket.
>"A whole serving of love."
>Love?
"What?"
>As she reaches her hoof back out, a little breezie is clasped in her grasp.
>"Oi! Please! Le mi go!"

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>>29846297
>Tears are streaming down his cheeks as he desperately tries to flutter his wings to escape.
>"Ey want'a g'ome! I want mi famiy!"
>The mare leans in closer to the little creature.
>"Tell us, how much do you love your family?"
>"Oi luv'em as much as yee do yer hubby! Please le mi go!"
>At his words his body shines for a second.
>"Now's your chance. Take his love."
>"Wut?"
>You sit horrified at the sight.
>Staring down at the breezie he stares back up at you with watery eyes.
>A final plea for salvation.
"What in the name of-"
>Looking back around, the meadow is gone.
>The tree you were sitting by is now a dead hollow husk of its former self.
>All around you is a burned out field.
>No more dancing flowers.
>No more babbling brook.
>Smoke and flames have replaced them.
>The mare in front of you waits with a wide grin revealing most of her teeth.
>"What are you waiting for? Don't you want it?"
>She presses her hoof against your chest and a little scream of terror comes from the breezie still in her grasp.
"N-no. Get him away from me!"
>You gently swat at her hoof in hopes to release her grip on him.
>"Y-you don't want love?"
>Her eye twitches for a moment.
>"Oh I understand, you want *my* love. I can happily give you my love."
>She slams her hoof to the ground crushing the poor creature killing him.
>A sickening crunch can be heard as she puts more of her weight atop it.
>"Take my love darling."
>She opens her mouth wide and a spew of black smoke pours from it.

>>29846305
>As the smoke continues to poor out her features begin to decay.
>Her coat begins to loose its shine.
>Wrinkles seem to form all around her face.
>Strand by strand her mane begins to fall out.
>"This is all for you."
>You take a step backwards and trip over a dried out root.
>The trip sends you tumbling down the hill.
>Landing hard with a grunt you take a better look at the landscape.
>Everything is just dead.
>The once beautiful blue sky now an ominous clouded red-orange.
>A voice echoes from above.
>"You're not afraid are you?"
>Lightning strikes the dry creek-bed.
>"This is our power!"
>Another strike hits the ground.
>Sparks ignite the dry grass causing a fire.
>"This is our destiny!"
>Another strike hits the tree setting it ablaze in a thunderous explosion.
>"And there is nothing you can do to stop me!"
>Up in the sky, the clouds are forming into a shape.
>It's yourself.
>Not yourself.
>Maverick!
>"Only time will tell when this fantasy becomes reality!"
>From his cloud horn, another bolt of lightning is shot down.
>On a direct collusion course with you.
"NO!!!"
>It strikes your chest sending a shockwave of pain through your body.
>You swing your hooves wildly from the pain in an attempt to try and lessen the blow somehow.
>As you calm down you find yourself back in the badlands.
>Your drenched in sweat from head to hoof.
>Your left side is buried a little in the sand.
>It's dark.
>The fire you made is long burned out.
>You flail your hooves about your chest trying to find the wound from the lightning.
>With a sigh of relief nothing is there.
"Just a dream."
>You look over to Roxelana who is still sound asleep.
>Her red-brown mane is lightly resting over the scars across her right cheek.
>You feel a little twinge in your chest.
>Yeah, as if something as monstrous as you can have a normal life.

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What a lovely start to the thread, keep it up writefriends, you're awesome.

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>>29846297
>>29846305

Hello there, angel from my nightmare...

I would give my love

>>29846429
This

>>29845212
threeway?
>>29842451
>…
>As you awoke in the morning, you waited in private for Starlight to raise the sun.
>After that, you tried to use magic again.
>Nothing fancy, just basic telekinesis.
>It proved useless; you still can’t even lift a feather.
>But, you were able to get a sustainable aura from your horn.
>If you can’t get privacy during sunrise or sunset, you should at least be able to provide the façade that you’re the one actually doing it.
>Maybe by the end of this little trip, you’ll have regained some use of your magic.
>Even if it’s only something as simple as using it to open doors.
>You really miss being able to so that.
>After showering and getting ready, you equipped your armor and went to meet the others.
>You found the group waiting for you.
>And the local garrison has all lined up at attention to see you off.
>Major- Sorry, Colonel Arrow was first to salute.
>”Good luck your Highness.”
“Thank you Colonel.”
>You then nod to him before going over to Offense.
>”Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
>The old minotaur then speaks to you:
>”From here, the roads can take us to our destination. Overland the journey should take about a week depending on the weather.”
“If any storms do come our way, I’m sure our pegasi can keep the road clear at least.”
>”Then we should make excellent time, young one… even with my old legs slowing us down.”
“Then let’s not waste any more time. The tribes are waiting.”
>As you lead the group of honor guards and the Sage’s attendants, you walk with Offense on your left and the old minotaur to your left.
>And as you begin to move away from the camp, the soldiers spring into salutes.

>>29847750
>…
>Fully rested, you go through your morning routine.
>This is probably the last time you’ll be able to shower for quite some time, so you take your time and enjoy the warm flow of water.
>With your morning affairs settled, you then make your way to the cargo bay, where Brairheart is waiting.
>”Major.”
“Sir.”
>A familiar voice calls out from behind you.
>”I’m here, I’m here.”
>Call is panting slightly, he likely rushed this morning.
>Brairheart then levitates over a pair of saddle bags and some weapons.
>”Compliments of the Mushir. Genuine Saddle Arabian robes, and the necessary amenities to survive in the desert.”
>You each leave the robes in the bags, seeing as you’ll be flying at a high altitude for the first leg of the trip.
>”And a pair of scimitars of his highest quality. He also sent you this dagger, Corporal.”
>The two of you begin strapping the weapons to your torso, and as Call finishes he pulls out the dagger.
>He then comments on it as he balances it on his hoof.
>”Balanced for throwing, how did he know?”
>As Call puts away the knife, the Admiral speaks to the both of you.

>>29847753
>”You both know the mission and what is at stake. Provided that you’re successful, out intervention in Saddle Arabia can end and the Mushir can properly sort out the country. I honestly can’t say if the peace will last, but after so much blood has been spilled, we can only try.”
>He then pauses for a moment.
>”Get in, find the MID spy, and find a way to destroy the mine. If she has a way to get the job done, she’s to be offered a full pardon for her history with the organization. Bring her home, if she decided to play turncoat we have no idea how much intelligence she’ll be able to offer to Jagir’s faction.”
>Call then asks a question:
>”And if she isn’t willing to cooperate?”
>”Do what’s necessary, but we’d prefer to have her alive. If she knows anything the MID kept off the record, it will be invaluable to making sure the organization stays dead.”
“What do you mean by ‘necessary’?”
>”We’re soldiers, not assassins. But if push comes to shove, the mission has to come first. If Jagir gets another air fleet in the skies, it will only draw out this conflict even further. And I do not want to fight another war against Saddle Arabia, even if we have full dominance in the sky.”
“Understood.”
>”Now good luck you two. A lot is riding on this mission, but I have the utmost faith in your abilities.”
“Thank you Sir.”
>Call speaks the same words right as you do.
>”Thank you Sir.”
“We won’t let you down."

More tomorrow
>>29842651
Realistically, there's three ways I can see their relationship developing

The conflict of authority doesn't kill all of the sexual tension, but it does kill any possibility of it developing. They continue being antagonistic to each other, but the conflict has been settled.

The conflict and Tiara's loss skyrockets antagonism between them, but Anon's authority has been solidified. As they argue, the sexual tension boils, and angry hate sex eventually ensues.

Or their relationship begins to cool and open antagonism develops into a sort of (still snarky) mutual admiration/respect. The sexual tension develops into a low level attraction, and they may or may not act upon it.

>>29847823
If that's a choice, #2 sounds the most enjoyable to read. And if I was writing, probably also the most enjoyable to write.

Bumperino

>>29847823
#1 No sex.
#2 Kinky sex
#3 comfy sex

Wew

so what about anon's sweetheart back in....manehattan?
i forget who or where

>>29849151
The one who saved his life. Oh shit I forgot about her.
4-some?

>9

>>29850417

>>29849602
I want Anon to fug the random Doctor he brought into the hospital when he explained the trap to catch the assassins.

>>29849151
>>29849602
Amber Dawn from the crystal empire. (now Thunder's sister-in-law). I haven't forgotten.
>>29848775
If that's how you want to bottom line character relations that span a good portion of the story, yes.
>>29847852
No it's not a choice.
>>29853361
the doctor that patched him up after Cadence impaled him? Why? He wasn't even given a name or description.

>>29853745
lost the trip when I updated my browser, sorry

>9

>>29853745
>no, it's not a choice
Wow I'm going to actually kill myself irl now

>>29853745
> He wasn't even given a name or description.
That just makes the experience ever more secretive and mysterious.
Besides.
Doctors are sexy.

>10

>>29855705

>>29856847

Sorry, fell asleep before writing last night, I'll sit down to work later tonight
>>29854809
calm down m8
>>29855006
fair enough I suppose

>9

>>29859606

>>29858280
got a special update coming tomorrow, but I need sleep now

>>29860743
WE FINALLY RUT FLURRY?

Gotta keep the dream alive for rutfag. Bumperino

>>29860888
>Dem trips.
Oh shit.

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>>29860888
it must be done

>>29860888
Tripple eight, must impregnate

>>29860424

>>29862331

>>29863277

Another day, another dollar spent off the wagon.
Bj's has wonderful alcoholic root beer. Tastes like alcoholic chocolate milk.
>>29860888
What the fuuuuuuuuuuck.

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>>29865704
Take it easy bro. Stay alive to write!

>>29865771
Ja ja ja, I only had two drinks.
The Irish root beer and an Amf...and a homemade Jagerbomb.
Just revealing stress from my second job, I'm GLaD I'm almost done with it.

>>29865804
T-that's three though...

>>29865804
try drowning yourself in a bottle of jagermeister, that get's you smashed

>>29865892
I'm not try to get smash though...not by a bottle anyway. I just need relaccx.

>>29865804
I should make some kvass
>>29860888
fuck

>>29866016
trip losse.
>>29866022
Never had'em, sound good thoug hafter googling it

What the fuck am I doing with my life...

>>29866654
Making something beautiful.

>>29866654
Entertaining autists.

>>29866654
Making other Anons lives bearable. We love you Thing! You too Luke!

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>>29866654
Giving me one more reason to live.

>>29866654
Writing a fictional war story based on a pony cartoon for girls on an indonesian basket weaving imageboard.

It really is pure gold though, and you're giving us anons something to look forward to during our busy, mundane lives. Remember, time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time.

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>>29866989
wrong pic, meant to post this.

Either way, you and Luke are awesome, you make me happy

>>29866989
Oh I wasn't referring to the story...

Alright shitheads, happy Good Friday. This won't be included in the pastebin, so If you want to keep it, somebody screencap it.

First lewd I've written, feel free to criticize/tell me to fuck off.

>It’s been a day since the fight, and Tiara is still nowhere to be seen.
>She’s been locked in her cabin for quite some time now.
>As you open her door, you hear a loud groan.
>”What!”
>Closing the door behind you, you speak to her:
“You’re drunk.”
>”Stop yelling!”
>She raises her head from her table.
“You’re hungover.”
>”Shut up!”
>Her mane is unkempt, and she reaches up to clear the strands that are falling in front of her face.
>A single group of strands then fall back down, lying right over her left eye.
>”You don’t get to judge me!”
>Approaching the table, you remain standing as she is slumped into the chair across from you.
“If this is how you get when you’re not being judged, I think I should… also, you really need to get the stick out of your ass.”
>”Quit taking your damn moral high ground. It’s been a full day since you did some chauvinistic grandstanding to a crowd, don’t you need to go get your quota in?”
“Pull yourself together, you agreed to put command on the line, and you lost. You’re pouting and drinking like an angry manchild, start acting like the head of an entire branch of the military. If one of my other generals acted like you are, I’d bust them down to private until they get their shit together.”
>”You’re the one who needs to be busted down to private.”
“Really now?”
>”You go out there with your sword and your muscles, but if anypony doesn’t do what you say, you pout and undermine them until you can tout your masculinity and take charge.”

>>29867283
“Well that’s the beauty of meritocracy, you prove you can do the job better than the person in charge, and they get replaced. Be honest with me, when was the last time someone told you ‘no’?”
>”When was the last time somepony told you ‘no’? Oh wait, I know when that was. But you started a civil war to overturn that ‘no’.”
“Tiara, you were born with a sliver spoon in your hand. You could have lived off of daddy’s money and have been better off than most of Equestira. But that wasn’t enough, so you joined the Navy off of your status, to get glory. People like you don’t join because they want to serve their nation; they join so others will praise them for their supposed courage.”
>”You don’t know me!”
“Then swear that what I said was incorrect.”
>She pauses.
“I thought so.”
>”Oh you don’t get to talk about glory. Whenever there’s a fight, you rush on ahead and put your useless life on the line just to show everypony else up.”
“Tiara, I’ve fought in the front lines and mud of every conflict Equestria has seen since I got here. You ponies love touting your ‘special talents’. Mine is war, and I go on ahead because I have never asked my soldiers to do something that I wouldn’t. Every time I go on ahead and put my useless life on the line, it saves lives. How many of your crew would have been eaten if I sat out yesterday’s battle?”
>”You don’t do it to save lives.”
“Then why do I do it?”

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>>29867283
>Lewd
The absolute madman!
He's doing it! He's actually doing it!

>>29867292
>”Because you’re addicted to war. No, not war. You’re addicted to fighting, and you know it. Without killing, you are nothing. Without it, you’d be a shambling mess of self-hatred who falls into drinking and other vices to fill the void that death holds in your heart.”
“Aside from war: I know a dozen or so, languages can play three instruments, know most of my world’s history, and can hold a decent tenor or baritone. But more importantly, I know why you’re always so angry at me.”
>”And why is that?”
“Because I’ve done better than you on all accounts.”
>”You can’t possibly believe that!”
“I have much more political say then you do. By comparison I blow your military career out of the water. And even though your special talent is giving orders and getting people to follow, I’ve managed to get your handpicked crew to follow me instead of you.”
>With that, Taira stands up, and uses her chair as a step to stand on the table.
>With its height, she’s about eye to eye with you.
>Reaching forward, she slaps you with her hoof, right across your cheek.
>You don’t flinch in the slightest.
>And in response, you reach your own hand up, and give an open hand slap to her cheek.
>After recoiling from the strike, she holds her cheek as it stings.
>”You hit me.”
“You had it coming.”

>>29867300
>She narrows her eyes as her eyebrows cross.
>Then she moves her hooves up, and grabs you on each side of your head.
>Pulling you into a violent kiss.
>Your tongues wrestle for dominance as your mouths remain locked.
>This continues for at least a minute, as you each breathe heavily through your noses, the warm wind eventually syncing up to puff on the other’s face simultaneously.
>Soon, you reach a hand up to grab her mane, and pull her face from yours.
>With an inch or two of space between your mouths, she quietly speaks to you:
>”That quick to retreat? I knew you’d be the one to give up.”
>Discord is currently asleep…
>She moves her hooves from your face, and grasps each side of your buttoned shirt.
>And rips it open, revealing your t-shirt underneath.
>With your left hand, you then pull both of them over your head, tossing the shirts to the side.
>Unwilling to let her have freedom of movement, you then grasp her mane with your right hand again to keep her head back.
>You slide the hand you have on her mane down to her flank, and then place your left hand on her back where her torso curves down to its lowest point.
>Sweeping her off of the table, you pull her into an embrace.
>All four of her legs are swept off of the ground, and wrap around you.
>Her lower legs tie themselves around your lower torso, as her arms go around your neck.
>Moving both of your hands to her cheeks, you press your fingers into her buttocks as you hold her in the air.
>Your bare chest against her soft hair as your breathing begins to sync together.
>Her forehead is pressed against yours, and her muzzle rests against your nose, your lips kept from meeting again.
>Your eyes are locked into watching the other’s set.

>>29867306
>Then they close as the push-of-war between tongues begins again.
>Where your chests meet, heat begins rising.
>Speaking of rising…
>You move your right arm further around her flank to hold her body up better as you move your left hand lower.
>Reaching your left thumb higher, you seek out the warmest spot on her body.
>As you start to stroke the slit up and down, her lips break from yours as a light gasp is let out.
>You then press the attack and get her back into the kiss.
>Probing for her sweet spot, you start gently circling it as your thumb begins to dampen and heat up.
>You can feel her heartbeat and breathing speed up as you massage the zone.
>Continuing the circular motion, you press into her marehood.
>Her body shudders as you hear her lungs working in overtime, warm air sweeping over your face at a quick rate.
>You let her tongue fight its way into your mouth, and as it does, you gently clench your teeth down onto it, holding it in place as let your tongue have its way with the attacker.
>Stepping up your thumb’s speed, you continue to make her sides clench tighter around it.
>As heat increases, so does the lubricant.
>Warm flesh being molded around your thumb, it isn’t long before her entire body begins to shudder.
>Though her tongue is still trapped, her lips break from the kiss.
>She lets out a groan.
>”Aaahhhaah.”
>And it only gets louder as you push deeper and go quicker.

>>29867313
>Her body shakes against yours and her grip loosens as she arrives.
>Letting go of her tongue, her head leans back for the duration of the process.
>Eyes tightly close, and your thumb is fully drenched by this point as it drips onto your hand and probably to the ground below.
>As her body comes back under her control, you slow down your stroking.
>Her heartbeat is rocking against your chest.
>”OoooOhh.”
>She groans as she begins to come down from the high.
>Tightening your grip with your right arm, you keep her in the air as you retract your left hand.
>As her eyes open, you lock stares as you bring your drenched thumb up to your head and slowly lick the sweet juice from it.
>That’s the best part about ponies.
>It’s like a sweet candy.
>”That-“
>You shut her up as you place your thumb over her lips.
>As you walk over to her bed, you feel her take a small lick of what’s left on your thumb.
>Tossing her down onto the bed, her body goes up and down as the springs react to the introduction of her weight.
>As you kick your boots and socks off, and unbuckle your belt.
>When your pants get loose, you grab them and your underwear and toss them down to the ground.
>The cloth sticks a bit do to sweat, but they go down all the same.
>As they go down and free your manhood, it springs to attention- rock hard.
>You’re average for a human, maybe above average.
>But compared to a stallion, it places you well above average: as most of theirs is unusable.
>And stallions can only last for less than a minute.
>You can go all night.

>>29867323
>Tiara is laying on her back, her head resting on one of the large pillows she has.
>Many strands of her mane rest over the front of her face.
>As you look at her drenched lower reaches, you let out a ‘tisk-tisk’.
“An Admiral and a Lady letting herself be so non-presentable. Someone needs to clean you up.”
>”What does- Ahhh.”
>She goes silent as you press your face down and let your tongue do it’s magic.
>Heat surrounds your head as your tongue mops up her sweet spot.
>It then voyages inside, and she’s remarkably tight for a pony in her thirties.
>You scour the warm edges of her insides, as she relaxes back.
>But, you can’t let her have the dominance in this battle.
>So you soon retract your head from her marehood, licking your lips clean of her juices as you do.
>Getting fully onto her bed, you get on your hands and knees as you tower over her small body.
>You go down onto your elbows as you press your lips against hers.
>Your body is coated in a thin layer of sweat as you stay above her.
>When you break the kiss, she speaks:
>”Do it already?”
“Do it already…”
>”Sir!”
>You could ease it in.
>But she doesn’t deserve it.
>Lining up, you rub her slit with your… appendage.
>Letting it go up and down over the warmth, coating itself in her juices.
>Then you thrust.
>In a single swoop, you press fully into her body.
>”AHhhh…”
>She cries out at the rapid insertion deep into her frontline.
>You let it rest among her flesh for a moment.
>Then you begin to blitz the schwerpunkt.
>You give her the concession this time, and you start at a slow and steady rate.
>But your speed quickly increases.
>If she didn’t have fur, flesh would be slapping loudly as you press in and out.
>Your hips impacting into hers over and over again.
>You let this continue as she presses her head deeper into the pillow.
>As time passes, she then gets out a question between her gasps for breath.
>”How… are… you… still… going?”

>>29867330
“I’m no pony, Lady Tiara.”
>”Ahh.”
>She grunts as you deeply press into her body, her walls trembling around your… strike force.
>”Ahh.”
>”Ahh.”
>”Ahh.”
>”AHHHHhhhhh…”
>Her body shakes as she enjoys a second climax.
>And you don’t let up, pressing on just as quickly as she trembles around your member.
>Her eyes glaze over as drool begins to come out the right side of her mouth.
>Eventually she gains enough fortitude to do something.
>She reaches her left hoof to the side of her bed, grabbing something leaning her dresser.
>Your left buttock stings as she strikes it with a swagger stick.
>She continues to hit you with it as she times it with your thrusts.
>Your heartbeat starts getting much higher, as an open grin forms on your face.
>Grunts are let out on both sides, synched with each other.
>She grunts as you press deeper and deeper, and you grunt as your ass stings from her toy.
>Eventually, it slips form her grasp and it falls to the ground.
>She scoots her body away from you, letting her pause from your assault.
>You crawl forward, but she scoots back further.
>And as you go forward again, she raises her back to move up against her headrest.
>Then, she pushes you back onto her bed, letting your sweaty back lay against her soft blankets.
>With junior still standing at full attention, she then takes charge of the situation.
>Her counterattack.
>”Still at full mast? You don’t give up easily…”
“I’ve never lost a war.”
>”Is that what this is?”
>She says as she crawls over you and lines up.
>Sitting up straight, she slowly slides down onto it.
>”AhhhhhhHHHHH.”
>She pauses as her hips contact yours.

>>29867339
“Can’t handle it?”
>”You wish.”
>She begins to swerve her hips forwards and back.
>Moving up and down on your ‘mast’.
>As you lay fully back, you begin to thrust upwards- prompting a gasp.
>Her hooves grasp at your hands as you continue this dance.
“Still think I’m useless.”
>”I can think of one use.”
“Only one? Your imagination is severely lacking.”
>”Shut up.”
“Make me.”
>She reaches down and slaps you.
“That all you’ve got!”
>She slaps harder.
>You thrust hard into her as she comes down.
>”AHHH!”
“Hurts you more than you can hurt me.”
>”Why is everything a contest with you! I’ve done this! I’ve done that! And don’t get me started on how you always rush forward into battle.”
“Get started on it.”
>You say as you thrust, her warm walls pressing around you.
>As she begins the rant, pace builds up as she comes down quicker and you match her timing.
>”When we faced pirates, you swam alone to get to them. When the creatures came, you ordered everypony else off the deck. You have a serious death wish. Is there nothing in your life that gives you pause when you see a life threatening situation? No, you just run off, giving no thought to what would happen if you died. How that would affect everypony around you. Well you know what-“
>She stops herself.
“I know what?”
>”Nothing.”
“I… know… what!”
>You time as you thrust into her body.
>”MAYBE I DIDN’T WANT TO HAVE TO BRING YOUR CORPSE BACK ONTO THE SHIP!”
>You move your torso up, to press against her chest as you continue thrusting into her.
>She trembles as you move your arms around her body and she gets closer… to… there it is.
“That’s what it’s about. All this time, you’ve wanted this.”
>”AHHHhhhh.”
>She’s unable to reply as she continues her climax.

>>29867342
>As she shakes, you toss her body off of you.
>Getting to your knees, you flip Tiara onto her front, as her back knees hold up her rear, and she lets herself lay on her front.
>She speaks in between pants.
>”What… are… you… doing…”
“Finding the stick.”
>”What… does… that… meAN!”
>Slowly you force your way into her rear, brushing her tail to the side as you slide fully inside.
>”Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
>She trembles as you press into where the sun doesn’t shine.
>A moment ago she was dominant in the tango.
>Now she’s fully submitted.
>You begin to slowly slide out, and just as you were about to get free, you pump back in.
>”GAH!”
>You grunt as you aggressively press into and out of the extremely tight hole.
>Pretty soon, she’s lost the will to continue, as she remains there lowly grunting with each thrust.
>She’s gone for quite some time now.
>Pulling out, you let her anus free from the torture you’ve subjected it to.
>As you inspect your throbbing member, you’re thankful that it hasn’t been… soiled.
>She’s had her arrivals, now you think it’s time for yours.
>You line up with her wet slit and get back to work there.
>Here you get to work, quickly.
>She works her way to her front knees as she takes her face out of her pillow.
>As you thrust forward, she presses back, letting you go deeper and deeper.
>Every few pumps, you give a nice slap onto her flank.
>And each time you do, she yelps out in a sweet little squeak.

>>29867349
>Moving faster, you resign yourself to duration, and relax.
>Your breathing gets deep and louder as you go in and out of the wet heat.
>Letting bliss overtake your body, you feel yourself coming closer with each pump into Tiara.
>And as you inch closer, you feel Tiara inching closer as well.
>As a sort of numbness eradiating from your shaft overtakes your lower body, you straighten your back as you let yourself go in and out.
>When Tiara begins to fully tremble, you feel your own release begin.
>As you release your own juice into her own, her walls tingle as ecstasy overtakes each of you.
>You thrust another few times as you come down, before falling backwards onto her bed.
>As you come out of her, you see your seed drip from her completely drenched slit.
>She then flips over to lay on the right side of your body, letting her head rest on your shoulder.
>Between pants, she speaks.
>”We should do this again.”
>And you respond between your own panting.
“Sometime soon.”
>”Yeah… and Anon.”
“Yes, Lady Tiara.”
>”I think you broke at least three springs on this bed.”
“Boo hoo.”
>”Anon?”
“Hmm?”
>”I hate you.”
“The feeling is mutual.”
>She moves her head up to kiss you again.
>She tries to start the contest up again, but you find that she’s too weak to properly fight against your tongue.
>So instead of forcing hers back, you settle into a kiss that’s filled with less violence, and more passion.

>>29867355
that's it for the lewd and that's it for the night.

For the record, this is noncanon in terms of story continuity it's effectively >>29847823 possibility 2

>>29867373
That was gold. Thank you, Thing.
Now we just need a screencap so we can save and savor this moment.

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>>29867283
>>29867292
>>29867300
>>29867306
>>29867313
>>29867323
>>29867330
>>29867339
>>29867342
>>29867349
>>29867355

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH

HE ACTUALLY DID IT

YES
YES
YES

THIS IS EVEN BETTER THAN WWIII

GG thingfag, GG

Bumperino

>expected a hearty update
>It's just smit
Meh

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>>29868898
>just smut

???

Woke up to Tiara rutting, what alternate dimention is this??? Thank you Thing! You made my week. ;)

Bump from 10, i've made a screencap of the lewd, just cant upload it yet, will do soon. Cheers thing, and happy easter weekend everyone

Thanks for telling me it's okay to have fantasys about fucking Horse's Celestia.

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>>29871306
there we go, tell me if it looks weird to any of you and i'll fix it

>>29867355
Is Diamond Tiara going to get pregnant now and give birth to a little satyr baby?

>>29873850
8s

>>29873850
nyet

>>29877387
Yes?

10

>>29866895
Just anther bloodbag for hi fu feed mkfjgm I dhurmmosqiď t\miseț&b Jessica A

>>29880211
I guess Luke is having a good weekend. Stay thirsty my friend. xx

>>29880211
Is this the doings of AMFs by chance?

>>29880211
>>29880333
>>29880434
Meanwhile on Alcoholics Anonymous...

Your regularly scheduled program:
>>29847758
>…
>It’s been a day since the fight, and Tiara is still nowhere to be seen.
>She’s been locked in her cabin for quite some time now.
>As you open her door, you hear a loud groan.
>”What!”
>Closing the door behind you, you speak to her:
“You’re drunk.”
>”Stop yelling!”
>She raises her head from her table.
“You’re hungover.”
>”Shut up!”
>Her mane is unkempt, and she reaches up to clear the strands that are falling in front of her face.
>A single group of strands then fall back down, lying right over her left eye.
>”You don’t get to judge me!”
>Approaching the table, you remain standing as she is slumped into the chair across from you.
“I thought we came to an agreement the other day.”
>”The other day?”
“It’s eight in the morning.”
>Her eyes go wide as she stares into the distance.
>You’d guess that she isn’t exactly a heavyweight.
>”Right…”
>She moves her hooves up to massage her temples.
>You sigh.
>It’s going to be one of those days.
>Moving over to a cabinet, you open it up and begin rummaging.
>”What are you doing?”
“Just hold your horses.”
>You didn’t just let out a horse based play on words, did you?
>You’ve been here too long.
>Retrieving a bottle of gin and two shot glasses, you return to the table and sit across from her.
>”Really?”
“Best cure for a hangover.”
>Filling each glass with the clear liquor, you slide one over to Tiara.
>She groans at the sight of the shot glass presented before her.

>>29881299
“You okay?”
>”My head is killing me.”
“I know about that, I mean how are YOU doing?”
>”What does that mean?”
“It means that I never took you for the type to drown yourself in alcohol. Ergo- what’s wrong?”
>”Why does something have to be wrong?”
>She asks as less of a question, and more of an accusation.
“Because you’re getting defensive. Now we can continue the psychoanalysis, or you can just get whatever it is off of your chest.”
>”There is nothing on my chest!”
>If that’s how it’s going to be…
>Time to unshackle your inner Freud.
“Well due to your family’s wealth, I’d assume your parents weren’t really around when you were a kid.”
>”My father has nothing to do with this! And you don’t have the right to bring my family into this.”
“Well that tells me two things. One, you immediately defended your father, so I’d guess it was your mother that was detached. And secondly, because I don’t have the right to bring your family into this, then you accept that ‘this’ is something tangible; meaning that yes, there is something wrong after all.”
>”So now you’re a shrink too.”
“Just call me a Renaissance man; after all I am the very model of a modern major general.”
>”What?”
“Oh that is a very long story, twenty-six plus years in the making actually, it’ll have to wait for another day.”
>”I don’t understand.”
>She says as she sheepishly takes a sip of the gin.

>>29881309
“Since I arrived at your doorstep, we’ve been arguing- rather constantly actually. I think that’s why you’ve suddenly developed a taste for gin. Good choice in brand by the way.”
>”Really?”
>She asks with more than a hint of sarcasm.
“And I’ll hazard to guess that your issue isn’t with the ethics of the Civil War, or over who should be sitting on the throne over in Canterlot.”
>”Then what is my issue?”
“Authority.”
>”Authority?”
“Celestia always let the military take care of its own matters, meaning that as Lady of the Admiralty, your word was absolute. You don’t like being the pony taking orders.”
>”Absurd.”
“Pride goeth before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall.”
>”You’re one to talk about pride and haughty spirit.”
“Tu quoque? Don’t expect me to fall for a logical fallacy. You don’t like the idea that anyone can make better decisions than you do. I think the concept of someone else solving the problem terrifies you.”
>”How would it terrify me?”
“Because you ponies have a habit of freaking out whenever you think there’s something wrong with your special talents. Also because you expect your word to be carried out to the letter, it’s kind of obvious.”
>She continues working on the gin.
“You put a great deal of effort into your image. That’s why you didn’t back down when the bet was offered the other day. You don’t want people to think you aren’t the best pony for the job.”
>”Uh huh.”

I think this is it for the night
>>29881318
“Take what we’ve been through on this voyage so far. First there was the pirate ship, and instead of turning to face them in open ship to ship combat, I went ahead and dealt with it personally. Then there was the siren, which had the entire crew under her spell until I broke it. Next was the Fog, and although your word was needed to have the trapped ponies stand down, you wouldn’t have come to that conclusion without me. Most recently was the battle the other day, where rather than have the crew fight under your command, I defeated the onslaught on my own.”
>”Do you have a point?”
“Each one of those events could be taken as a blow directly against your ego. A stranger comes onto your ship, and whenever you encounter trouble- he’s the one to solve it, not you or your crew. Yes that’s an oversimplification, but I think that’s the core of the problem.”
>Tiara finishes her gin.
>”Please… get out of my cabin.”
“One thing.”
>”What!”
“How’s your head?”
>”What? My head?”
>She pauses to think about her hangover.
>”It’s… not that bad.”
>A slight smug grin forms on your face as you stand from the table.
“Best cure for a hangover.”
>You reach down to your untouched glass of gin, and down the liquid in a single gulp.
“A decent conversation to get your mind off of it... and again- good taste in gin.”
>Turning to take your leave, you stop to look back at Tiara.
“And please refrain from drinking like this on a regular basis. A ship’s Captain really shouldn’t be a drunkard.”

>>29878274

>>29881309
I am the very model of a modern major general
I've information vegetable, animal, and mineral
I know the Kings of England, and I quote the fights historical
From marathon to Waterloo in order categorical.

You made me remember this, dick. I like you

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>mfw HoW was praised in a how to greentext panel at babs con
We've officially made it boyz! Keep up the gr8 work TF and Luke

Also thanks for the quality panel Shellshock, most enjoyable one I attended this con. With love, /mlpol/ hat anon

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bump

>>29881318
> “Pride goeth before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall.”

>be brainlet.
>be too fucking retarded to understand what anon is saying in this sentence without reading it multiple times.
>mfw

This is why I've given up.

Nevertheless, nice update as always.

>>29883478
I think it means that being prideful makes you miss things that could bring you down, and haughty means arrogant or something similar, so an arrogant spirit would be your downfall.
I think that's what it means, not sure. Just interpreting it as I read

t. stonerfag

>>29869131
Apparently I posted the post you are quoting/referencing and I don't remember posting that. I was mostly drunk at the time probably.

I don't know any more than you do, anon.

>>29882953
The fuck? got a link to the panel?
>>29882237
I used to know the entire thing by heart, but now I can only remember the first verse. You have no idea how much I listen to Gilbert & Sullivan while writing Anon's boat parts.
>>29883478
>>29883846
It's the Bible, Proverbs 16:18. The common shorthand is 'Pride goes before fall' or in layman's terms that being Prideful = fucking up. (But that's a meaning to meaning translation, and I prefer word to word translations)

Bump'd

>>29881331
>As you close the door to Tiara’s cabin, you walk to inspect the deck.
>The crew is going about their daily routines, and the ship is at full mast.
>But you have to reaffirm your footing as the ship violently lurches to the side.
>You watch as the ponies on deck focus towards the starboard side of the ship.
>Well this should be expected.
>You’re in the ‘Lake of Tartarus’ after all.
>And you killed the creatures keeping the other sea monsters away.
>Then chummed the water with their bodies.
>A thick pillar of scaled flesh is raising high into the air, just off the side of the ship.
>Walking forward to meet it, you scan upwards.
>The underbelly is a light sand color; on the sides the scales are speckled: a dark navy blue with round splotches of aqua colored scales.
>And when you say scales, you don’t mean smooth scales like a snake would have.
>These are bony and just out slightly from the creature’s torso.
>Moving upward is a pair of tiny arms, with three fingered hands at the ends of them.
>The claws are about as long as the digits they rest on.
>It has thumbs, which would give it the ability to grasp items or prey.
>At the top of the long neck is what looks like a dragon’s head.
>A skull with many bones sticking out, chief among them are a pair of slightly curved horns.
>It’s eyes are bright red.
>A long pair of whiskers rests on its snout, right next to the nostrils.
>And the head is looking downwards, straight towards you.
>It looks a lot more… bestial than sea serpents from Equestria.
“You’re not intelligent, are you?”
>You yell up to the serpent.

Small post because character limit continues to hate me
>>29885361
>In response, it’s back curves, and the head comes down, the end of its snout coming within a few feet of your body.
>It then lets out an ear piercing shriek, wind and some mucus covering your body.
>A glob of the spit lands right on your face.
>It’s jaws are large enough to swallow you whole.
>And its teeth are long and sharp.
>You sigh as you pull out a handkerchief to wipe your face clean.
“Well that answers that.”
>Glancing to each side, you see the crew just standing there dumbfounded.
“SPEAR!”
>One of the earth ponies springs into action and tosses you a spear from the weapon rack he was next to.
>You grab it with your left hand as it sails through the air.
“AXE!”
>He tosses an axe, which you grab with your right hand.
“Go on then, battle stations!”
>You’ll let the crew do as they will.
>The sea serpent cocks its head slightly as you stare it down.
>You look at the animal and speak to it, one last time.

More later tonight
>>29885368
“You know, my knees are getting far too old for this.”
>The beast’s jaws shoot open as it lurches forwards, trying to catch you with its maw.
>You let yourself fall backwards, letting its head go above your prone body.
>Hacking upwards with the axe, you imbed it into its lower jaw- the haft resting to point straight forward.
>As the serpent retracts its head, you roll over and spring to the ground.
>It’s pulling its head away from the deck.
>You’re not letting it get away.
>Charging forward, you reach out with your free hand and grab onto the tip of its right whisker.
>Using it as a rope, you swing inwards towards its neck.
>You thrust with the spear, pushing it deep into the right side of the creature’s neck.
>Glancing down, you see that you’re about forty feet off of the deck as the creature raises its head back up.
>Using the spear as leverage, you climb around to the back of the serpent.
>Its jagged spines give you ample space to grab onto with your hands and feet.
>The only weapons you have on you right now are your sword and a dagger.
>Should be enough.
>Looking down the back of the beast, you see a large fin poking up from its spine.
>You’re about ten feet from where it starts.
>But then you’re honestly a bit shocked as an immense set of wings sprout from its sides, about in line with its fin.
>The wingspan must be almost as long as the ship.
“Oh shit.”
>Reaching down with your right hand, you draw your dagger and jab it as deep as you can get it into the serpents back.
>You’ll need the extra grip as the beast flaps its wings and takes flight.

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>>29885372
god damn cliffhangers mate REEEE

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>>29871768
Thanks for the cap friendo

>>29886206

>>29884750
Oh, kek. Now I properly understand.

Cheers buddy.

>>29887334

>>29885372
>Alright…
>How can you tame this thing and fly it straight to the East?
>If only things were that easy…
>Gripping tight on your dagger and one of the serpent’s scales, you try to lodge your boots against the scales as well.
>As the beast gets out of the water, you glance down at its long tail.
>At the tip, you see a pair of spiny fins similar to the one on its back.
>But they go out to each side, presumably so it can use them to swim like a whale does with its tail.
>The skin flaps that make up the fins and wings are a bright red.
>Why is everything in this world so damn colorful?
>Wind blows across your body as the sea serpent circles the ship.
>A loud noise in the distance takes you off guard.
>It sounds like some of the gunners are trying to take long range shots at the beast.
>Only the first few cannons go off though.
>Either they stopped because you’re on the creature, or because they can’t hit it when it’s moving so quickly.
>Well, you’re currently secure.
>You’re central enough on its body that it can’t really shake you off.
>Though that’s certainly not stopping it from trying.
>But you’re not making progress like this.
>The creature takes a hard bank left, trying to get you off.
>Good, if it’s focusing on you then it’s not focusing on the ship.
>An arrow bounces off of the creature’s scales, almost within arm’s reach.
>Looking to the skies around you, you can see a handful of pegasi in the air.
>They’re trying to keep its attention in the sky.
>As the sea serpent gets close to one of the fliers, it thrashes its head to the right to chomp down on the pony.
>The pegasus barely avoids becoming a meal as the teeth crash down just as he gets away.
>They’re making the beast thrash around too much for you to move.
>Reaching out with your left hand, you beckon out to one of the pegasi.
“GET OVER HERE!”

>>29890288
>He hesitates for a moment before shooting over towards you.
>Unable to keep up with the creature’s movement, he latches onto your back, hugging you tightly to keep on.
>”SIR!”
“What are you people doing!”
>”Helping, Sir!”
“No you aren’t! Get out of here, I have a plan!”
>You don’t have a plan.
>”Sir?”
“Just have the gunners prepare a broadside, they’ll know when to fire!”
>”Yes Sir!”
>After a moment, the sailor pushes away, finding his path away from the beast.
>Now you have to get its focus back onto you…
>Reaffirming your grip on your dagger, you pull it out of the serpents back.
>And reach it higher, stabbing it higher up on its back.
>You pull at the dagger, making sure it’s firmly imbedded between the scales.
>Then you begin climbing.
>Each time you jab the knife back into the serpent, it tries again to shake you off.
>Once or twice, you lose your footing, but you manage to regain it quickly.
>Pulling yourself higher, you soon reach its head.
>Working your knife free, you stick the grip in your mouth.
>You then reach out to grab the beast by the horns.
>Literally.
>The beast is flying at a relatively stable pace, so you pull yourself up to a standing position.
>You’re in the middle of an ocean, standing atop the head of a flying sea serpent as it circles your ship.
>There’s a first time for everything, it seems.
>As the creature violently shakes its head, you shift both of your hands to hold the creature’s right horn.
>The force makes you lose your footing, and for more than a moment, you’re soaring through the air, barely holding onto the horn.
>As it levels out, your torso slams against the side of its face.
>You’re virtually face to face with its eye.

>>29890295
>So you do what any sane man holding onto a flying sea serpent’s horn while a couple hundred feet in the air would do.
>You let go of the horn with your right hand, and grab your dagger.
>Plunging it deep into the beast’s eye, it shrieks out and violently swings its head to the right, trying to throw you off.
>Your body is thrown, and an immense strain is put on your left arm.
>If anymore force was used, it would have dislocated your shoulder.
>As you dangle in the air, you sheathe your dagger.
>Sticking your right hand into the gouged eye socket, you pull yourself up.
>As you climb the side of the creature’s head, you then shift your right hand back over to the horn.
>Alright, this is going to be difficult.
>No, no thoughts- just go for it.
>You work your legs up and curl as if you were going to kick off of the serpent’s skull.
>Then launch your right leg up and over the head.
>You straddle the creature as you let go of the horn with your right hand.
>This is not a secure position, so you don’t bother drawing a weapon.
>Leaning over to your right, you jab your fist deep into the creature’s last good eye.
>Your hand gets soaked in fluids as it pops from the force.
>The serpent cries out in pain as the now blind creature tries to force you off of its head.
>It swings its head upward, so to brace yourself you jab your boots into the eye sockets and hook your feet around the bone that forms the top of the hole.
>As it fails to get you off of its body, the blind sea serpent begins heading towards the water.
>Glancing around, you see that its course takes it close to the ship.
>Very close.
>There’s a good chance that it’ll dive straight into the Avalon.
>You don’t have much time, so you act quickly.

>>29890303
>Letting your legs out, you thrust them back and place them atop the creature’s snout.
>Now comes the hard part.
>Releasing your hands from where they gripped the serpent, you then use them to push yourself up.
>Straddling the creature again, you then spin your legs around to turn your body to face forward.
>Leaning forward, you grab at the serpent’s whiskers, attempting to pull them to the right.
>It isn’t really flapping its wings any more, but it is gliding down at a steep angle.
>Come on you dumb animal!
>The beast growls as it begins to lurch slightly to the side.
>Now you just have to get off.
>At this height the water would still kill you.
>Or at least break a few bones.
>At least height won’t be an issue for long.
>But at this speed, it wouldn’t be much better.
>And you sure as hell aren’t going to ride this thing down.
>Alright, you need to slow down.
>And you can only think of one way to do that.
>Letting go of the beasts whiskers, you draw your sword.
>It hasn’t failed you since you first picked it up, and it won’t fail you now.
>As long as your aim and timing is true.
>Then you swing your right leg over to the left side of the beast’s mouth.
>And kick off of the beast, jumping through the air.
>You are a leaf on the wind…
>As you soar, you reverse the grip on your sword and grab it with both hands.
>Trusting it into the skin on the serpent’s wing as it passes under you, the blade starts to cut down through the bright red wing.
>As it tears straight down the wing, it hopefully slows you down enough.
>Breaching the end of the wing, you rush to sheathe your sword as you fall.
>When it fully rests back in the scabbard, you feel your legs breach the water.
>As your body is submerged, you can make out a pair of muffled noises.
>First is a large rash into the water.
>And it’s followed by what you’d assume to be a broadside of cannons.
>Opening your eyes, you feel the sting of salt water.

>>29890310
>Then you start swimming towards the light.
>Breeching the surface, you take in a fresh breath of air, and look to the ship.
>A large smoke cloud is rising from the port side of the Avalon.
>And in the water, barely twenty feet away from it, the sea serpent rests floating on the waves.
>It’s outstretched wings are probably the only thing keeping it buoyant for the time being.
>The torso of the creature is torn and mangled from the cannon fire, with blood seeping into the water.
>Right now you only have one thing last to do.
>…
>You pull yourself onto the deck, grasping the ropes with your right hand.
>Because in your left is the spear, and the axe’s haft is resign in your mouth.
>You hand the spear off to one of the sailors, and then give the axe to another.
“Let it never be said that I waste equipment.”
>Port and Tiara were on the deck, waiting for you.
>She cleaned up pretty quickly.
>The Commander was the first to speak.
>”That was… impressive.”
“That would have been impossible on my world. You have a slightly lower gravity, and you have a bit more oxygen in your air. Then your physics seem to be much more heightened comparatively: makes it easier to jump higher and fight longer… also there weren’t sea serpents on my world, so even finding one would be difficult.”
>Tiara gave out the slightest chuckle at the statement.
>Did she really just…
“Now, Lady Tiara, set a course due south.”
>”Really?”
>She asks.
“I’d rather not keep up the trend of a sea monster attack every day. I’ll trust the crew to see us through whatever navigational issues we might face… now if you’ll excuse me, I need to clean up.”

>>29890318
that's it for the night, I'll be back tomorrow

>>29890318
that should be a resting, not resign with the axe.

Also I just checked, the act is almost over. I think it's gone quicker than most of the others have.

>>29882953
What'd they say about it?

>>29890318
Hahaha, so did the vote matter in the end? We finally get to go South baby. Wew.

>>29891450
wait and see. Going south is the plan, when has the plan ever worked?

>9

>>29890318
>>29891561
It's seems like more obstacles keeps appearing every day. Is it going to take seven years before Anon reaches land and gets off the boat?

>>29892421

>>29893000
seven more Acts*

Got a lot of work to do, I might not update tonight. If not, then I'll be back tomorrow.
>>29893000
>>29895021
I've only got a few more events I want to happen on the boat, the voyage is definitely in it's last third or quarter. As for an exact Act count of how much is left, it depends how much other PoVs get. Anon himself only has maybe an act left on the boat if you take away Flurry and Thunder updates.

>>29893590

>>29895646

>>29896579

>>29897545

>>29898199

>>29898749

>>29899636

>>29899668
c-c-c-combo breaker

>>29901445
We really need to delete our bumps

>>29890318
>…
>Landing on a sizable cloud, you wait for Call to catch up.
>When he lands, he immediately begins fashioning a chair out of the puffy vapor.
“Really?”
>”Winds are strong, so we can ride this baby all day. Might as well be comfortable while we do it.”
“It’s a cloud, what difference does sitting or laying make?”
>”All the difference in the world.”
“You know what, I’m not even going to try arguing with you-“
>Call cuts you off.
>”Smart man.”
“So… Before we left Equestria, the Admiral sent word to Cloudsdale to send heavy cloud cover and wind in this direction. Most of it has dissipated, so for the most part we’ll be under natural weather. If the clouds permit it, we’ll use them to rest on during the day so we can fly by night. With the skies so clear down here, I’d rather not risk being seen flying in the day.”
>”Yeah, yeah. Sit back, relax, and let the wind carry us to our destination.”
“If we make decent time during the nights, we should arrive in three to five days.”
>”Which reminds me!”
>He stands from his cloud chair and approaches you.
>He then starts to nudge at your shoulders.
“What are you doing?”
>”You said you only know some battle commands in Arabian, right?”
“I don’t see why that’s relevant.”
>You reply as you swat his hoof away.
>”Oi!”
“Don’t you ‘Oi’ me!”
>”Oh, shut up and stand straight.”

>>29902893
“What. Do. You. Want!”
>”I’ve got to teach you how to act. We’ll be behind enemy lines, so you need to be able to play the part.”
“I take it you have an idea for a cover story.”
>”Back at the Siege of Baltimare, you were my brother. We fought together and managed to escape the battle after ‘we’ lost. But, you came out with a few screws loose. You only repeat the words you remember from the battle. Mainly ‘retreat’ because your position was overrun.”
>He really thought this out, didn’t he?
>”After we got out of the battle, we managed to get back to Saddle Arabia before the Civil War properly started. So, I’m escorting you back home- to some rural farm or such in the south, before I can go back to join with Jagir’s forces to stick it to Equestria. That story should cover us for a day of rest once we reach the mining town… or when we meet any soldiers.”
“Giving us enough time to find our spy.”
>”Now let me work with you, we need to make you act properly insane.”
“It can’t be that hard.”
>”Acting is an art.”
“Says the Actor.”
>”First we need to start with your stance. You’re standing too properly, hunch over a bit, and stand with one shoulder out.”
>This is going to be a long day…

>>29902898
That's it for the night, more tomorrow I wasted an hour trying to think of a name for the animals that attacked the ship, spent too much time combining non-english words, but it's dealt with now

>>29903394
>Naming something.
A pleasure yet a burden at the same time.

Bumperino

>>29847823
3rd and 2nd option sounds like the more interesting ones of the bunch

>>29903394
just leave it unnamed

8 HOUR CODE RED DEFCON 1 BUMPERINO

DONT LET IT DIE

>>29907043
It's called deleting bumps Anon. No need to panic.

>>29907043
this >>29907905
It only takes a minute to delete them, just wait 1 minute- 1 min 15 to delete them. There's only som many you can delete in a certain space of time, just to forewarn you.

Got home late tonight, there might not be a huge amount of content tonight (I'll try to get a couple out at least). But I do have two questions for the readers.

>Overall favorite PoV character so far?
>Current story arc you're looking forward to the most? (Voyage east/arriving to east, minotaur succession, or the Arabian mine)

>>29904776
Well, you saw what option 2 amounted to earlier.
I've settled on option 3, maybe with relationship going further, maybe without

>>29902898
>…
>Inspecting your body as you change into clean clothes, you find that your torso and thighs are heavily bruised.
>Probably from being thrashed around so much.
>Your left shoulder aches a good deal from when it was the only thing keeping you from being thrown from the sea serpent.
>A loud yawn catches your attention.
>Discord, in human form and wearing a brown set of pajamas (he even has a cap on), walks into your room between the crates that form the ‘doorway’.
>”What did I miss?”
>He looks over your bruises.
>”I don’t what to know, do I?”
“Just check my short term memory.”
>He pauses for a moment as he stares into the distance.
>”ARE YOU TRYING TO GET ME KILLED!”
“Quit being so melodramatic Harvey.”
>”You jumped on top of it as it flew hundreds of feet in the sky! Do you think this is some cartoon!”
“Well the color palette of this world is rather… bright.”
>”That’s no excuse!”
“Harv, it wasn’t too dissimilar to how I’ve dealt with larger dragons in the past.”
>”You’re lucky that was a young serpent, they can get at least three times larger out here.”
“The bigger they are, et cetera.”
>”You are just loving this, aren’t you?”

More tomorrow
>>29910199
“What?”
>”Playing the hero to this group of ponies.”
“You’re just upset that you’re cooped up with me. I think you don’t like being so helpless.”
>”Well excuse me for caring about self-preservation.”
“You know, I really miss you being whole. When you split your consciousness to hitch a ride in my brain, I got the side that constantly whines.”
>”I do NOT whine.”
“He says in a whining tone of voice, the irony completely lost upon him.”
>”I am SO sorry that your persona hasn’t been split into two, you don’t know what it’s like. How empty it feels!”
“Good, after everything I’ve had to put up with, you deserve the discomfort.”
>”Oh once I get free of this cage, you have no idea what I’m capable of.”
“You ended that sentence in a preposition… bastard!”
>”I think I might seal you in a solid steel box for a decade or so, then we’ll see whose laughing.”
>You chuckle a bit.
“I want you to try.”
>”Humph. Well if you need me, I’ll be watching television.”
>Discord then disappears, presumably to go binge watch something from your memory.
>Leaving you to finish getting dressed.
>…
>Stepping back onto the main deck, you immediately go up to the wheel.
>Port is manning it, as Tiara looks off the stern.
>Moving over to stand next to her, you see what she’s been looking at.
>Black skies at the edge of the horizon.
“Storm clouds.”
>”Coming this way.”
“No rest for the weary… Do we have enough pegasi to stop it?”
>”No.”
“What do you think we should do?”
>”Set course back due east. The longer we go without it reaching us, the softer it’ll be.”
“It can’t possibly die fully down before hitting us.”
>”No, but if it’s even a bit less severe, then it’ll be worth it.”
“Due east?”
>”Straight with the wind.”
“Make it so.”

>>29909864
I'm excited to see whats in the East. We've been building up to it for god knows how many acts now and i'm really dying to see what it's all about.

Happy Hitlers birthday to all.

>>29910206
Anon is also Picard...confirmed?
>>29909864
Anon is probably my favorite PoV right now, I like his interactions with discord.
I'm looking forward to more Flurry Heart being a super-diplomat.

And where the hell is Luke?

>>29911625
I hope Luke hasn't died, he's probably busy with life stuff.

>>29880333
Trips confirm it was good.
>>29880434
Shit ton of fireball.
>>29882953
That is freaking awesome!
>>29909864
Thunder and Cal
Arabian Niiiiiiiiggghhttts....and mines.
>>29911625
>>29912500
>TFW no internet at home.
Stealth bumping from work wifi.
Just one more week and I can finally stop being a normie and stay inside my own house.

>>29880333
>>29915385
I didn't even notice these trips. I think I've had more trips in this thread than anywhere else on 4chan. Also, glad to see you, hope your having a good week.

>>29917298

>>29909864
>PoV character
Thunder all the way BBY! I like his character development; we've seen him go from oridinary soldier to leader all while dealing with personal struggles along the way such as the prison break

>story arc
Anon setting foot in the East If he ever gets there . It will be interesting to see what became of twi and shining

>>29917298

>>29920348
(You)

Just getting home, I'll write in morning

>>29921902

>>29923939
Oky!

Nice thread.

>>29923939
May your dreams consist of ruting and breeding Flurry.

Writers block hit hard, I'll try again tomorrow
>>29910206
>…
>”The weather started getting rough, the tiny ship was tossed.”
>This really isn’t the time, Harv.
>But he’s right.
>You finish pulling and securing a thick rope, you’ve been assisting because you’re strong enough to do the work of three ponies.
>Most of the sails are being brought in, and after a skeleton crew is left above deck, the hatches will be battened down.
>You hear Tiara speak to Commander Port, right as the first drops of rain begin to fall on you.
>”Give me the wheel; I’ll need you to relay orders once the winds strengthen.”
>”Ma’am.”
>Approaching Tiara, you ask the question of the hour
“You have been through storms before, right?”
>”Of course I have!”
>She barks at you.
>”I just doubt that the storms out here are anything like back west.”
“You don’t say that with much confidence.”
>”Shut up!”
“Just an observation.”
>”Well go observe below deck, the last hatches are closing.”
“I’m staying.”
>”This is your only chance.”
“Well who’s going to fight the kraken that decides to attack us in the storm?”
>”If we get attacked because you decided to open your stupid mouth, I’m holding you personally responsible.”
>She says as the ship rocks from a wave.
>Alright, two battles and a storm in just two days.
>Is that all the world has to throw at you?

Anon is Doomguy of Equestria.

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>>29934402

>>29937061

>>29937541

fell asleep at the computer, I'll be back tonight

>>29940876
How can your back handle sleeping at the computer desk? I did that once and it felt so painful the next day.

>>29942270
Was writing on my bed with my laptop. I layed down for a moment to stretch my back out, and woke up a few hours later

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>>29943719

>>29942833
>had an essay due the next day
>mostly finished but needed polishing
>a quick lie down wont hurt
>end up being an hour late for uni

I know that feel too well mate

>>29944782
Took the words right out of my mouth. It's the end of the semester and I've put off a couple papers due this week

>got fired two months ago
>but have enough money to not need to work for the next few years
oh man this isn't gonna go well

With this post, Heart of War has broken 300,000 words
>>29933001
>…
>You brace against a railing as the ship rides a particularly large wave.
>The Avalon rocks back and forth as it rises and falls with the current.
“Come on Poseidon, what did I ever do to you!”
>Over the winds, you can hear Tiara yell to you:
>”WHAT?”
>Although you’re barely ten feet from her, the wind makes it hard to hear her scream.
“NOTHING!”
>Letting go of the railing, you approach the wheel.
“You just had to ride this out, didn’t you?”
>”The clouds went as far as the eye could see, what other choice did we have! Or would you have preferred to be flown up to the clouds so that you could stab them?”
“You might be on to something there!”
>Lighting webs across the sky, illuminating the dark skies for a moment.
“We did get Three-Leg out of the crow’s nest, right?”
>”He’s probably laying on the ground propped up next to some cannon, sleeping soundly from the alcohol!”
“Lucky him!”
>”You chose to stay up here!”
“Well without me, who’s going to-“
>You’re cut off as a large wave flows over the upper deck of the ship, while you withstand the barrage; Tiara is knocked from the wheel.
>You quickly stop the wheel from turning by grabbing it with your left hand as your right catches Tiara by the arm.
>She is swept with the flood, but her rear hooves land back onto the deck as the water passes.
“Who’s going to catch you when you fall?”
>As she regains her footing-
>Her hoofing?
>When she retakes the wheel, she quips back to you.
>You’re able to hear the sarcasm clearly over the wind.
>”Oh, my hero!”
“You know I really don’t think-“
>An immense roar of thunder echoes out in the air.
“-you meant that…”

More tomorrow
>>29946346
>…
>You’re currently laying on your back.
>Although the sun is harshly beating down on the desert below, up in the clouds the wind and altitude are quite cool.
“So Call, what’s the first thing you’ll be doing when we get back to Equestria.”
>The Corporal leans back in his cloud chair to think, although it’s become more of a throne over the past few hours.
>”Cold one at the nearest pub.”
“I think I’ll join you.”
>”Not visiting the wife first thing?”
“Well unless we keep going south until it becomes north, I’ll be on the other side of Equestria from her. So no, not first thing.”
>”Don’t let her hear that, especially in her condition.”
“What condition?”
>”The one that takes eleven months.”
“Pregnancy isn’t really a condition.”
>”What are you on about?”
“Well it is a condition, but not a condition condition.”
>”Try saying that five times fast.”
“She is in perfect medical condition!”
>You used condition again… didn’t you.
>”See, it is a condition.”
“This is going to be a long trip.”
>”Shove off, you’d be lost without my company.”
“Well it’d certainly be… quieter.”
>”Exactly, you’d nosedive straight into the ground without my presence keeping you sane.”
“That doesn’t sound half bad.”
>”Nice to see that my good friend is still a constant pillar of support and enthusiasm.”
“Hey Call?”
>”Hmm?”
“Shut up, we’ve only got a few more hours till nightfall, and I want some sleep before we have to fly tonight.”
>”Yeah, I should probably catch forty winks or so too.”

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>>29946346
>300.000 words

fuckin nice m8

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>>29946346
Congrats on 300,000!

>>29946346
Congrats Thing!

save bump

>>29953274

>>29954720

>>29946437
Daaam son, you did it

>>29846313
>Waking up to a new day, the sun is barely peaking over the tips of the surrounding mountains.
>A light breeze blows some sand into your eyes.
>It feels cool across your body.
>Today is going to be better.
>Turning to the makeshift bowl of water, you take a look at the contents.
>The water has taken the color of the inside of the shell.
>A disgusting light brown.
>Sniffing it, it smells coppery a small bit.
>The dried blood must've mixed and diluted into the water.
>Your throat is incredibly dry.
>Maybe just a sip.
>It may be dirty, but at least it's still sterile.
>Bending down you dip your lips into the standing water.
>It tasted lukewarm.
>Stagnant.
>Not a refreshing taste.
>But not so awful to refuse another swig.
>No.
>Should save enough for Roxelana.
>Hopefully she sweat out most of the toxin in her sleep.
>Going over to where she was laying down, a little shine catches your eye.
>It's one of the bottles of toxin.
>Still full of whatever horrid cocktail those gypsies made.
>Must've dropped it before filling the turtle shell.
>Picking it up, you debate whether to just dump it out.
>Instead, you decide to keep it.
>Just in case.
>You stick it aside the bowl along with your other items and call out.
"Roxelana. Are you awake?"
>Looking over to where she was, she's gone!
>Running to the sand imprint she left, there are drag marks leading off into the desert.
"Oh no."
>>29946346
>300,000
Holy Guacamole that is amazing.

>>29957204
Hi Luke, nice update m8

Sorry I've been busy. I should finish the last of my work tomorrow evening.

>>29958355

Bumperino

>HoW has long overtaken AHA
>Herr Writefag is dead, long live ThingFag

>>29960266
I'm kind of a newfag here, what's AHA?

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>>29960266
Long Live the King and the Eternal Thread.

>>29960275

Anon's Harem Adventures, written by Herr
Writefag.
I never read it myself, but here's a pastebin.
http://pastebin.com/vJEKvp3Q
http://pastebin.com/0buN6seg

I think they're the right ones, enjoy mate

>10

>>29962184

>>29962808

>>29959516

>>29960611
So who is next on the list?

Who will be struck down?

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I just want to say this thread is comfy, quiet but comfy all the same. I love you all.

I'll be writing for a bit before my all nighter
>>29965530
It gets like that, especially when I get a busy week and can't update that much.

>>29965530
You too buddy.

>>29966285
All nighter?

>>29967124
it means I try (and fail) to stay up all night to finish work. I haven't been able to pull one off for months: either I'm not getting enough sleep on the usual schedule, or I'm getting too old for that shit.

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>>29968206
you need to get on the sips mate

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>>29968254
'Cracks top'
"Ahhh, that first sip of the day"

>>29968565
ultra bump

Hey Luke. We drinkin tonight?

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>>29971471
Yes. This.
Surprisingly it goes down smooth.

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>>29972334
Nice.
I only have one whisky. Wild Turkey 101. It's always smooooth.

>>29969023

>>29973952

>>29975978
8

>>29968206
Can you promise us something?
Promise us that you WILL finish this story. Please.
So many stories and CYOAs and fanmade comics have died here, man. It would suck so much if this story, which has been going on for over a year, was to disappear for no reason at all as well.

>>29979355
I doubt he'll leave us. Thing will never leave us. We love Thing. All of Thing.
All.
Of.
Thing,

>>29979355
I'm not going anywhere, I've just got an absurdly busy couple of weeks. After putting over a year of my life into this, I wouldn't be able to just drop it.

>>29980912
please no cults.

>>29946437
>…
>You shiver as a gust of wind blows over your body, waking you up.
>Five more minutes…
>No, you need to get up.
>Rising from the pillow-like cloud, you begin to stretch out your wings.
>Need to get circulation going.
>Walking over to where the Corporal is curled up, you try to wake him.
“Call, get up.”
>No response.
>Giving a light but swift kick to his shoulder, his eyes spring open.
>”What!”
“Get up, the sun’s almost down.”
>Call grumbles as he starts to stand.
“So how are you flying long distances?”
>”I took you for quite the ride first time we met.”
>Back when he ‘assassinated’ Lancer as a test.
“That wasn’t really an endurance run.”
>”Look, if either of us couldn’t make the flight, we wouldn’t be here.”
“Fair enough.”
>He snickers a bit.
>”You know…”
>Call stops himself.
“What?”
>”Oh, it’s nothing.”
“Then what is it?”
>”Well, back when I was… fifteen? Fifteen or sixteen, can’t remember. Anyway, there was this one mare that I really fancied.”
“What was his name?”
>”HER name was Violet… Plug, Mug, Pug, Jug… I can’t remember her last name.”
“So you really fancied her then.”
>”Blossom! That was her last name!”
>That doesn’t rhyme with what he was trying…
>”Anyway, she was in my class, and I spent five or so years madly in love with her.”
“Really…”
>”So, one day, I got a letter at my door. It was from you know who.”
“Totally not clichéd at all.”
>”See, she fancied me too, and she wanted me to join her friends as they went out of town on vacation.”
“Did you go?”
>”I ran straight to the train station, but it had already left... So I started flying, and I managed to get to the destination right as her train was pulling in.”

I'll be back tomorrow
>>29982459
>Nice timing.
>”I was sweating pretty badly, so I tried to clean up as best as possible before she got off the train.”
>Oh this is going to end so badly that it’ll be beautiful.
>”So, and let me set this up first. As a kid I had some extra pounds, and my last growth spurt hadn’t kicked in, so I was still rather short.”
“You were tiny and fat?”
>”And horribly awkward.”
“Now let me guess, she was the opposite?”
>”Tall, thin, and the most popular mare in school. So obviously I was ecstatic when I got her letter.”
“Ecstatic enough to fly quick enough to beat the train.”
>”So when she took the first step off of the train, I started espousing how I felt, and how I felt about hearing that she felt the same way.”
>Of course he did.
>”I didn’t really notice, but Violet and all of her friends just stood there with wide eyes.”
“And what happened then?”
>You can guess…
>”Well after my voice was thrown out from all of the flying cardio and talking, I finished up. And they all started laughing at me.”
“Saw that coming from a mile.”
>”Oi!”
>You continue to play the part.
“What happened?”
>”My bloody sisters is what happened! Two of them were Violet’s friends, so they forged it to have a laugh.”
“Such is life having only sisters.”
>”So I ran away while crying, and started walking home in the rain. After that I got into shape, and turned my life around.”
“And what happened to Violet?”
>”No idea, stopped caring about her. This is the first time I’ve even thought about it for years. Only popped into my mind cause of the flying I did that day.”
“Even as a kid you had no luck whatsoever with mares…”
>”Oi!”
“Yeah, yeah, start flying already.”

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>>29982465
>After that I got into shape, and turned my life around.”

>9

>>29989151

I'll be writing in the morning, need sleep now

>>29990132
Sweet Dreams.

>10

>8
Let's not get too hasty now.

>>29994131
8m8

This post ends Act XII, more will be coming soon
>>29982465
>…
>It’s actually quite peaceful up here.
>The starry night and moon casting a low light down upon the sands below, as you soar high in the sky amongst the stars.
>Well aren’t you getting all poetic, you should write that one down.
>Really though, for a place that you connect with death and suffering, you didn’t expect to be taken aback by the sights.
>When you were here for the war- well, when you were here for the OTHER war, you never liked looking at the sand dunes.
>They were homes for venomous ambush creatures that would attack troops while they slept in the night.
>And aside from the Saddle Arabians, there were also some nasty snakes and scorpions.
>Every pile of sand you saw was just a potential home for something out for your blood.
>This desert was a forsaken wasteland.
>But now it doesn’t seem as deadly.
>When you look down to landscape below, rather than being met with dread and caution, you feel a strange sense of wonder.
>Even though the same amount of war and conflict plagues the land as before, there’s something more down there than just a potential battlefield.
>The desert you’re looking at now has a sort of attraction.
>It is beautiful in its own way.
>You find your attention drifting as you gaze at the endless waves passing by as you soar over this ocean of sand.
>But as you continue to glide through the cool night’s air, you can’t help but feel some attachment.
>Almost as if there is an individual stake in this mission now.
>Not some abstract concept of preventing further conflict, or simply following orders.
>You can’t exactly say why; but setting aside from the fact that it’s your job, you still personally want the fighting to end.

>>29997421
>…
>The storm did not subside until well into the night.
>For hours you were rocked back and forth, the sea churning as it attempted to swallow this little ship.
>Frankly you’re amazed that all of the masts remain unbroken.
>But eventually the rain died down, and the waves calmed.
>And although the waters are still fairly violent, comparatively it feels like there isn’t a single ripple hitting the ship.
>While it was previously pitch black, only to be broken by the periodic lighting that would coat the clouds, now the constant shine of the moon is glistening over the stern.
>Even though as you look forward, you can still see lighting crawl over the horizon as the storm keeps moving further away.
>Based on the moon, it must be around three in the morning.
>But there’s just enough light to do a quick headcount.
>Amazingly, it looks like all of the crew are still accounted for.
>You’re all soaked with salt and brine, but everyone’s still standing.
>Tiara seems to notice too, as she quickly addresses the crew:
>”Good job men. Now get some rest, you’ve all earned it.”
>The crew begins to open up the hatches, so that another group of sailors can take over.
>But while they do that, you approached Tiara.
“Well done Lady Tiara, it seems you chose your crew well.”
>You reach down and give a single pat to her shoulder.
“I didn’t even have to jump overboard to rescue anyone.”
>“Shut up, I’m too tired to deal with you.”
“Can’t stay up a single night? I thought you were a professional.”
>”I was busy steering this ship all night, you stood around most of the time.”

More tomorrow. After Wednesday I'll be finished with my finals, so updates should pick up then
>>29997895
“Well why don’t you get that much needed beauty rest?”
>”Based on looks, I’d say that you needed it more.”
>Your body does ache from two days of fighting monsters and a night of helping to secure rigging.
>But you can’t let on that you’re not at peak capacity.
>Reaching down to her mane, you pull out a small piece of seaweed that lodged itself behind her left ear.
“I’d check a mirror before making that bet.”
>That’s as good a place as any, so you nod and take your leave as you toss the seaweed to the side.
>As you walk down the steps to the main deck, you’re taken down the rabbit hole.
>-
>In a blink, you’re no longer on the dark and dreary ship.
>Instead, you find yourself in the middle of a pine forest.
>A forest covered in snow.
>It’s lightly snowing, but all of the snow on the ground makes everything rather bright.
>As you walk down a path in the snow, you are soon flanked by rows of three foot high candy canes that line the path.
>The pine trees start to have different colored lights spiraling up to their tops.
>At the end of the path, you see a large red velvet throne.
>Discord is sitting in it.
>In human form.
>Dressed in a Santa outfit, complete with hat.
>He’s even got a fake bushy white beard that’s hanging a few inches from his chin.
>And on either side of the throne are stacks of wrapped Christmas presents.
>”Hello Anon.”
“Harv... It’s not even fall.”
>”Yes, but have I got a present for you!”

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