Dragon Transformation General #9.1

>>30069946
Authors:
Finished:
Buggernon's "Anon the Dragon": http://pastebin.com/u/Buggernon
Punki's "Hangin'": https://pastebin.com/As6YwYpx
Punki's "Discord vs. Daze": https://pastebin.com/bNLBq5N1
Dragonlord Kolaghan's "The Gold Standard": http://pastebin.com/10Tytn1J

Work In Progress:
Sergeant Nonymous's "Anonymous the Wise Dragon": http://pastebin.com/CY698CQ0
Clarissa's "No Fury at All": http://pastebin.com/U5q2gcBr
Alcrowholic's "Mountainous": http://pastebin.com/7iJzrFDt
Harmonyrla's "Dragula": http://pastebin.com/m0i4tGEK
BizarreCoyote's "Rukodiora's Romp Around Equestria": http://pastebin.com/rYB3Agh6
Tambourine's My Tiny Ponies: http://pastebin.com/sBQrS8ZR
Bubblewolf's Crystal Draganon: https://www.dropbox.com/s/8dlbvjaz3emxv2h/Bubblewolf%20Crystalanon.txt?dl=0
(hosted on dropbox as a notepad file)
Dracononymous' "Deceitful (Not a) Dragon": http://pastebin.com/GQiUeKe7
Woofr's "Reflection": http://pastebin.com/YUgjpmUL
Dragonlord Kolaghan's "The Universal Solvent": https://pastebin.com/8LmMiVjm
Punki's "Dazed": http://pastebin.com/ZStRTpMn
Treasure Mage's "Tonic the Dragon": http://pastebin.com/dbJ3Mnny
Treasure Mage's "Equestria Five-0": https://pastebin.com/DZ48KDMQ
Treasure Mage's "Wanderer"; no pastebin yet
Rat's "Lady of the Mountain": https://pastebin.com/tTCDh4s7
Purple-Blep's "Scylla": https://pastebin.com/bGwKSz0E
Ice-Beam's "Anon the dragon": https://pastebin.com/jRDJMTPQ
Hope's "Hope": http://pastebin.com/bRPwtEFq
Primusings' "Unplugged": https://pastebin.com/8JKLWBg0
Roman's "Thunderstruck": https://pastebin.com/0j6QkqGe
Octave's "Dreamtime Dragon": https://pastebin.com/wt9jHL9B

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Last thread was a cot-death, let's try not to get a repeat of that.

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>>30070088
Right one is super cute.

>>30070105
Alice = Ded.
Story has been abandoned.

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Threadly reminder that Scylla is too pure and innocent for sexual.

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>>30070213

Anyone got that pic of Daze in a dress, that was adorable
also why the fuck is there clickbait shit at the bottom of the page when I have Adblock on?

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>>30070266
This one?

What if some evil pony tried to raise a dead dragon as his/her undead servant, but accidentally fused dead anon's soul with the bony abomination? You know, accidents happen.
Plot twist: Anon actually agrees to "serve" the necromancer pony, mainly by making spooky noises, scaring the townsfolk and making awful bone puns.

>>30070295
>Anon eventually gets kicked out because even the evil pony necromancer villain of the week can't bear hearing those puns every day
>with no one to turn to, Anon now has to convince ponies that he's not really that bad and scary

Gonna post my update for Tonic again in case people missed it

>T: "If you ever need someone to talk to, i'm always around. Spike is a great listener too, and even Discord has his moments...but I'll leave you alone so you can think some more."
>She turns to leave but you hold out a hand and stop her.
"Wait...I need to tell you something."
>She turns back and hops up on your bed to sit next to you.
>She smells like lavender. It's like these ponies all have scents to match their color palettes.
"I know how you feel about me. I figured it out a little too late, and I didn't know how to handle it."
>You don't know why you told her, you didn't have to. Maybe you thought that if she knew that /you/ knew, she would understand how complex your situation is.
>Or maybe you just wanted to to tell her...
>You glance at her briefly to gauge her reaction, and you turn away when you see that she's smiling softly.
>T: "How do you feel about it? Do you feel...the same?"
"Nothing is clear right now, but I do really like you."
>Both of you are silent for a long moment, then you hear a sniffle from Twilight.
>T: "I'm really confused, Tonic."
>You look over at her, surprised. Her small smile is gone, and she's on the verge of tears.
>T: "Girls don't usually feel this way about other girls, is there something wrong with me?!"
>You open your mouth to protest, but she keeps going.
>T: "Friendship came along recently in my life, I never had anything like it before, but this is so different! Nothing that Celestia taught me prepared me for the things that I'm feeling!"
>She finally turns to look at you, tears welling up in her glistening eyes, and her voice barely above a whisper.
>T: "I hoped that you could teach me about love."

>You don't know when it happened, but at some point, you slowly leaned over toward Twilight.
>Before you knew it, your faces were inches away from each other.
>Once you sober up, you just sit there looking into her eyes. Both of you begin breathing heavier the longer you stay there.
>Twilight is the first to act. She shuts her eyes and leans in the final few inches for a kiss.
>In an instant you realize just how cold blooded you are. This is nothing like kissing Spike, She feels so much warmer to you.
>Twilight seems drunk on the moment, and she presses harder into the kiss as her tongue gets more adventurous.
>You remain sober however, despite your inner desires. You would love nothing more than to lose yourself in this, to drown out all of your problems in her warmth, but you can't be so hasty when you're so unsure.
>You grab the sides of her face and savor the kiss for a few more seconds before you pull yourself away.
>She stares at you, still dreamy eyed and waiting for you to say something.
"There's nothing wrong with you, you'll find that love has strange ways of expressing itself...and I feel like we could learn a lot from each other."
>Her eyes brighten, and you see hints of a smile returning to her.
"But we can talk about this later, I'm kind of a mess right now."
>She jumps off of your bed and turns around, eyeing you with cautious excitement.
>T: "So...when is 'later?' Like, /tomorrow/ or-"
"Later."
>You answer flatly, and her ears droop. Her hopeful smile still remains however.
>T: "O-ok, I'll see you.../later/ then!"
>She shuffles awkwardly out of your room and down the hall, and you close the door after her.

>You chuckle to yourself when you're finally alone.
>Why do you keep doing this shit to yourself?
>The more uncomplicated you try to make things, the more complicated they get!
>You gingerly take off your new dress and find a place in your room to hang it up with your other one.
>It's starting to feel strange to be naked again. When you got here, it almost felt natural, even more so when you saw that everyone else was.
>But now dresses are normal for you, something you vowed never to let happen.
>One day at a time, you might just get used to this new life yet...
>You walk back to your bed, shooting a passing glance at your new book.
>You could stay up a bit later and read, but fuck that, you have enough on your mind right now.
>You flop onto your bed and close your eyes, you just want this day to be over.
>It isn't long before your mental exhaustion takes its toll on you, and you quickly drift off to sleep.
>Your dreams aren't vivid this night, they're more akin to fever dreams.
>You see images and encounters rapidly flickering as you toss and turn fitfully.
>You see Spike looking up at you in wonder back when he was smaller, then you see him underneath you, trying to push you off.
>You see Twilight blushing as she steals glances at you out of the corner of her eye, then you see her alone in her room talking to herself, trying to make sense of her new feelings.
>Despite all of your visions, there's one constant that keeps replaying in your dreams.
>You keep seeing your Ogres and Oubliettes counter part, The Alchemist, being freed by you and claiming victory.
>Another constant is the moon. Each vision takes place at night, the full moon clearly visible in each one, growing brighter and brighter.
>You finally take notice to the moon when its brightness is undeniable, and you see the mare in the moon begin to move...

>>30070295
"There's no need to be so sternum Twilight, necromancers aren't calf bad"

>>30070295
So, basically sans.

>>30070385
Not like they're missing much.

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>>30070433
I never knew I needed this in my life.

Currently writing. Expect something tonight maybe.

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What sort of story would you Anons like to see in future?

Also, pls stop dying thread.

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>>30070831

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>>30071218
I think it would be interesting to see some more fantastical dragon greens, (by Equestria standards at least), sort of like the robot dragon green or that green with the mountain sized fighting dragon who was worshipped by the griffons
>pic sort of related

>>30044174
>As you feel the sun beat down on you, you become annoyingly aware of how dry your mouth is
>You shield your eyes with a claw as the sun invades your eyes
>From the position of the sun it’s probably close to noon already
>Time sure flies when you’re on an alien planet in another universe possibly in an alternate dimension or reality that’s inhabited by talking multi-coloured magic ponies, or something like that
>Maybe you should stop by somewhere to rest for a bit
>Spike’s stomach seems to agree with you as it lets out a low growl
>As you look down towards your diminutive purple friend he tries to keep a stalwart face, as if it never happened
>You feel a smirk tug at the corner of your lips but you decide you’ve messed with him enough today… for now
>As you make your way along the cobblestone paths of the town you examine your surroundings, trying to spot a decent looking place
>As you’re about to ask Spike on his thoughts you’re interrupted by another growl
>Spike hangs his head at this, the beginnings of a blush tinting his cheeks
“Hungry?”
>He gives a small nod as he turns his head up, a sheepish grin on his face
>You return the grin with one of your own as you tussle his spike’s
>Surprisingly they seem to give way in a similar way to hair
>Your own spike’s however stand stock still as you run a hand along them
>Despite being slightly disappointed you return to the matter at hand
"So Spike, you've got me for the rest of the day, where do you wanna go?"

>>30071490
>Idly scratching his chin, he looks around at some of the buildings as you go
>“I'm not sure, there are a lot of place to go in Ponyville, it's hard to choose just one favourite."
>As he begins to list off the various different places he's eaten at, each one with its own short story, the mirth in his voice growing with each one, you feel a small warmth rise in your chest
>As you begin to pass by more and more ponies, the warmth seems to grow as you raise your head, taking in the now slightly crowded streets of the town
>The hustle and bustle of Ponyville surprises you, given its size
>Ponies go about their day, trotting from store to store, some browsing, some buying
>They drop everything when they bump into somepony they know and greet them like they're long lost friends
>Some of the staff in the stores simply make idle chat with customers
>Heck, you even see the ponies working the market stalls borrow things from their competitors
>You’re starting to see why Spike preferred to be a pony over a dragon
>As you look on the crowds filling the streets of the small town, you find it all very reminiscent of home, despite it's differences
>Home…
>You told Spike you would consider staying put, but now you find yourself internally arguing on whether you meant it or not
>Damn it, this is why you needed a drink, you can't think straight with a million thoughts in your head
>You drag a hand down your face before shaking yourself out of that train of thought
>“So what do you think?"
>With a small hum your gaze turns back to Spike
>“Where do you feel like going?"
>You can't help but press your lips into a thin line as you realize how much you had zoned out
>He had been talking for who knows how long and you barely remember a word he said
>You do a quick once over of the surrounding area hoping to see someplace you can use to bluff out of your blunder

>>30071494
>As you scan down a street the building sitting at its corner, slightly away from the other houses catches your eye
"How about there?"
>Spike's gaze follows your outstretched claw to the building in question
>As his eyes look the building up and down he turns back to you with an eyebrow raised
>You feel a small droplet of sweat run down your face at his bemused look
>You cross your fingers as you pray to the pony gods that you didn't just suggest a pony whorehouse or something
>“Well I've never actually been there before, don't even think I've seen it before, but it looks good enough, let's go"
>With a quick beckon Spike begins to jog on over to the building
>You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding as you finally relax, dropping your arm back to your side
>You make your way after Spike, albeit slowly
>You take in the building's design, hoping to catch any sign of it being a pony whorehouse so you can get Spike out of there before you traumatize him or preemptively jump start his puberty
>Luckily it seems like a quaint enough place
>Unlike most other buildings in the town this one seems to be made up of cut logs rather than stone
>Instead the foundation that raises the building slightly is made from stone, with small steps cut into it on the way up to the door
>Whilst the door is plain enough it's frame is well made
>Adjacent to the door are two pillars that hold up two interlocking horseshoes, one facing upwards and the other facing down
>Hanging from the horseshoes is a slightly rickety sign that reads 'The Unlucky Horseshoe'
>Seemingly nice enough you decide to head inside
>Of course looks can be deceiving as you're hit with a pungent and familiar scent
>Booze
>As the doors creak open you are met with the sight of what is undoubtedly a pub
>Whilst most of the patrons remained hunched over there tables a few cast wayward glances towards you and Spike

>>30071500
>Almost out of reflex you place a hand in front of Spike just as he took a step forward
>As your eyes flick between the ponies looking at you most look away turning back to their conversations
>The few that hold your stare eventually look away as well, curling into themselves slightly and looking in basically the opposite direction
>Whilst the smell is slightly inviting Rarity's words ring through your ears
>>“Just do me a favour Tes, I obviously won't stop you from drinking, but maybe don't take Spike to any of those places, I hear they can be a bit... rough"
>You bite your lips as you feel another internal argument start in your mind
>As you feel your new teeth pierce your lip slightly a tug to your arm jarrs you out of your thought
>Spike has a small look of concern on his face as he looks up at you
>What's weird is it doesn't seem to be anxiety causing it
>It's almost as if he's concerned for you
>“Tes do you... know some of the ponies in there?"
>As he stares into the building you're surprised to see a small glare cross his face as his eyes pass over the ponies that had previously been staring at the two of you
>This guy never stops surprising you
>Besides, how rough could this place get really
>From what you've seen, friendship is mandatory here
>You swallow the lump in your throat and give Spike a confident nod before making your way inside
>As you weave your way around tables you make sure to keep Spike close
>It's somewhat hard to navigate as your eyes need to somewhat adjust to the darkened room
>Gentle candlelight illuminates most of the room, giving it an almost homely feel
>The whole pub has a comforting feel to it really, if you can ignore the dreary atmosphere from all the ponies with their heads buried in their drinks
>However as you make your way up to the bar you also catch several griffons and minotaurs sitting in their own secluded groups through your peripherals

>>30071505
>Finally making it to the bar you and Spike each take a seat on one of the stools
>Luckily he seems ignorant to the eyes you can feel on your back
>You steal a glance down both sides of the bar
>Apart from the ponies that duck their heads down as you look in their direction there seems to be no sign of the bartender
>Giving a few quick raps to the bar you hear the scuffing of wood along with a few mumbles
>“Hold your haunches”
>With a bang, the door behind the bar slams open, rattling the glasses resting atop the shelves
>A disgruntled looking pegasus pony with a brown coat and silver mane and tail comes through the doorway, a keg resting on their withers
>As he glances towards you and Spike his eyebrows raise slightly
>When he comes toward the two of you he ducks his head down, letting the keg fall to the floor with a muffled thud
>You hear of few pops and clicks as he stretches out his neck, mumbling something about “ruddy unicorns and their bloody magic”
>Finally straightening himself out he glances between you and Spike looking you both up and down
>“You two aren’t here to burn the place down I hope”
>“What?! No-”
>You interrupt Spike’s little outburst as you can’t help but let out a snort at the guy’s bluntness
“Only if you don’t serve me anything weak”
>Your blatant sarcasm seems to put him at ease as a small smile grows on his lips
>As the tension dissolves Spike starts to calm down a little, settling back into his seat
>“Sorry about that little guy, I like to joke to break the ice with newbies, what can I get you both?”
>At the prospect of food Spike perks up
>“You got any hay fries?”
>“Sure, anything else?”
>“I’ll have an order of those, extra crispy, and some juice please”
>He gives Spike a curt nod before turning to you, looking you up and down
>Unlike Spike or Rarity he seemed to be analyzing you rather than your actual body
>You’re not sure which you preferred

>>30071517
>“What about you ma’am, care to pick a poison?”
>As your eyes trace the wall you spot dozens of different bottles, all varying in size, shape or colour
>With a click of your tongue you lace your fingers and lean against your arms
“Give me something weak, it’s too late for anything other than a buzz”
>With another curt nod he makes his way back through the door
>You heave a sigh as you rest into your arms further, slouching against the counter
>Through the corner of your eye you spot Spike idly kicking his legs
>You haven’t had much in the way of a conversation with the guy, may as well change that
>As you push yourself upright Spike looks towards you
>“You alright Tes? You’re already starting to look tired”
>Your answer comes in the form of a short yawn
>You shake your head as you try to snap yourself out of your stupor
>You didn't think you'd get this tired out so quickly
>Spike tries to conceal his laughter at your terrible attempt at waking yourself up
>You can't help but join him, letting out a small chuckle of your own
"Yeah, guess I am, your friends tired me out quicker than I thought they would Spike"
>He gives you a nod in understanding at this
>“Yeah, Pinkie can get sort of intense, and Rarity has gotten lost in her work more times than I can count. But what did you think of them today?”
"They were interesting to say the least, I'll certainly be checking in on them again"
>Spike's face lights up at this, but just before he's able to say anything the door swings open again
>The barkeep makes his way over to you two, handing- hoofing? Spike his fries and juice
>He then places a glass with a pale orange liquid in front of you
>You tip your glass to him a bit and give him a small nod
>He returns the nod before going about washing some dirty glasses
>You look down into your glass, swirling the liquid as you do
>The flickering candle light nearby makes the liquid flash sporadically between dark and light orange

>>30071522
>You bring the glass to your lips and drink about half of the alcohol in one gulp
>The familiar bittersweet sensation rushes down your throat
>You lick your lips to savour more of the taste
>You can't help but grin ear to ear as you feel a familiar burning start in your chest
>Still, despite the feeling you place the glass down
>You can get more when you're in better suited company
>Speaking of, you turn back to Spike to see him scoffing down his order of hay fries
>As he finishes another mouthful he lets out a small burp
"Hey Spike, I'm just wondering, with girls that crazy around you, you must have a few stories, right?"
>As he finishes off the last of the hay fries Spike turns to you
>He brings each of his fingers up to his mouth as he thinks over your question
>"There are way too many to choose from Tes, there was Night Mare Moon, Discord, Sombra, Tirek, there was that whole Starlight debacle"
"Nah man I mean stories with you, surely they didn't do everything"
>He looks down at this, rubbing his neck nervously
>"Well sure, but they weren't as great really"
>You give a shrug of your shoulders as you take another sip from your glass, your head feeling a little clearer each time
"Fine by me, shoot"
>His eyes look up at this, scanning your face for any insincerity
>Satisfied with your poker face he goes into his story
>"Alright, so I guess there was this one time way back, when Rarity got taken by Diamond Dogs on one of our gem hunting trips"
>Jesus, and he said these stories weren't great, who would've thought this place had kidnapping
>You find yourself listening more and more intently as the story went on
>You could tell when he embellished certain parts of the story but he was still a damn good storyteller
>He also includes some of the details from Rarity's side that he was told at the time, and you can't help but chuckle as he goes through those parts

>>30071527
>As he goes on you also notice the bar tender's ears swiveling towards you two, his hooves becoming idle as he seems just as interested by the story
>You find yourself out of drink before the story seems to even be halfway done
>"...after we finished up there we headed back to Ponyville with a couple carts filled with gems and that was that"
>You're almost disappointed it had to end
>Despite the embellishments you were still impressed with how he and the girls handled the situation
"Damn Spike, that's one heck of a story, the girls are pretty lucky to have you"
>Despite waving you off you can see a proud grin spreading across his face
>With a sigh you wet your slightly dried lips tasting the slightest hint of your now empty drink on them
"Lemme get one refill, then we can hit the road yeah?"
>With a nod from Spike you grab the bartender's attention and he goes about refilling your glass with that sweet, sweet, liver killing nectar
"So what about you big guy, got a story?"
>You take his puzzled look as your cue to elaborate
"With the bar man, any story behind it or what?"
"Besides, you got a story out of us, so I think you owe us one"
>His ears drop slightly at this and he nervously swallows
>Initially he attempts to deny it but with your stare boring into him he eventually gives
>"Oh fine if you're that interested"
>There might have been a "bloody nag" in there but you're more interested in your now full glass
>"My folks worked with trees a lot, my mum was a gardener and my father was a lumberjack, they thought I'd end up either digging holes for lumber yards or digging the weeds. What do you know, neither came around, I took to juicing the various fruit I found in the trees and my mum's garden, and well long story short I got good at making drinks and bing bang boom I'm a bartender"
>You give a nod at this, you weren't expecting to hear a lost Shakespearean classic so you're satisfied
>Spike's curiosity doesn't seem to have been sated yet though

>>30071532
>"So how did you go from juices to running a bar"
>"Well that's a tale in and of itself"
>"We've got time"
>You and the bartender share a look at Spike's lack of ability to drop something
>Eventually the bartender lets out a hearty chuckle, putting away the glass
>"I guess I've got time too then"
>For a while you all start to share some brief stories
>Yours are even moreso than theirs
>As you go over the stories you start to notice a few details you had missed on the bartender
>For one he doesn’t just have a brown coat; he’s also wearing a brown pinstripe suit across his barrels
>His eyes that shift back and forth as he goes over the details of his story are a dull green and are hidden behind a pair of glasses
>As you finish off the last of your drink you're about to head off when you feel some drunkard bump into you
>You shove yourself against them to get some more of your personal space back
>"Whoa, hey there girl, no need to be so aggressive"
>Oh god this isn't actually happening is it
>"Sorry for bumping into you, I just wanted to come say hi"
>Motherfucker
>You turn on your heels so you can shoot this guy down quick and get out quicker
>You're surprised when you have to crane your neck up to actually make eye contact with the guy
>You're starting to get how Sweetie Belle felt when she saw you
>The minotaur standing in front of you is a good few inches taller than you
>You almost feel intimidated
>Almost
>The fact this guy reeks of booze isn't helping him in anyway
>You hold your ground and cross your arms hoping for him to get whatever corny line he has out
>"You know I've never seen a dragonness before today, I guess I must be lucky, think I can get lucky again?"
>Sweet fuck you almost feel yourself gag at that
"Sorry buddy but don't get used to me I'm gonna be gone real soon"
>As you make a move to step past him he places a hand on your shoulder
>He isn't stopping you, but you decide that you might as well humour him

>>30071537
>Maybe you'll get a laugh out of him making an ass of himself
>Or you'll gag again
>"Oh come on babe the party hasn't even started yet"
"Yeah, well it just ended, go home"
>As you brush his hoof off Spike makes his way between you and the drunk
>"Look buddy, neither of us wanna stay so-"
>Spike is cut off my a mumbled "back off short stack" and gets his feet swept out from under him
>This guy is really asking for it
>"Hey man either order a drink, go back to your table, or get out, I don't need you bothering my customers"
>The bartender has flown out from behind the bar and is hovering beside the sorry drunk
>"Oh I'm gonna get something to drink"
>Fuck this
>Before the guy can react you've slammed your fist into his abdomen
>He hunches over you barely able to react as he's shocked stiff
>As you twist your arm slightly you feel a jolt of electricity run down your arm
>You quickly pull your arm away before you shock the dude, you just wanted to knock the guy out, not fry his insides
>As he falls flat against the floor you hear the scraping of chairs against wood
>The source of the noise is a table of four other minotaurs standing to their feet, glaring at you and flaring their nostrils
>More scrapes against wood cause a cacophony as many of the other ponies and some griffin stand up as well
>Only they're glaring at the minotaurs rather than you
>With nearly all eyes on them the minotaurs shrink back into their booth, ducking their head down
>As the patrons start to settle down you turn to check on Spike
>You're relived to see him stand up and brush himself off like nothing happened
>He gives you that same wide grin of his and you tussle his spikes a little bit
>You both share a small chuckle before you turn to the bartender
"Do you mind putting this on my tab for now? I can get you back later"
>He brings a hoof up to his chin, scratching it slightly
>You really hope you're not gonna be washing dishes for the rest of the day

>>30071544
>"If I remember correctly... this guy said he'd pay for it, right?"
>As he indicates towards the collapsed minotaur you raise an eyebrow at him, a little bit of hope on your face
>With a wink he heads back behind the bar and goes back to wiping down glasses
>Internally fist bumping you beckon Spike and make your way out of the pub
>The sounds of drunken merry making and a minotaur being dragged are silenced as you exit the building and the door slams shut behind you

>>30071549
Update done, decided to make it bigger due to not posting anything all week, hope you liked it

>>30071552
Good stuff Roman, as always.

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>>30070225
no.

heck off.

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>>30072134
i forgot the text,,

I'm pretty fuckin stoked that Woofr stopped posting. No wasted space anymore, just good green.

>>30070295
i love this,, i fuckn love puns

>>30072731
Lemme guess, you're that nigga who was hating on Kolaghan?

>>30072989
No I'm not that autist. Kola is fine. It's Woofr who's a fucking hack writer and a lazy one too.

>>30073039
So, same shit, different pile. K.

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>>30073069
"ebic trolle!!1!" is my preferred noun thank you very much.

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lewd bamp

>>30072134
>>30072525
>that poner
Unf.

>>30071552
Was good gg

just to get some kind of conversation/ discussion going in here,, whos everyones fav dragon,, what would you do if you were able to interact with them?

>>30070433
Pretty much like that. Now imagine him doing that all the time.
You can see why that necromancer pony would kick him out.
>>30070456
Is Sans a maladjusted friendless irritable asshole too?

>no one's talking about Jazz
>no one's /writing/ Jass
This saddens me greatly. We need more lighthearted not serious stuff.

>>30074300
Daze is my personal favourite I just really love her character, if I met her I'd probably just shoot the shit with her all day and get plastered at the pub

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>>30074335
>Lighthearted
I might pick back up some Daze stuff after I get my latest story cranked out. I was expecting to post last night, but I sorta' passed out really early. Most of it's already written though, so tonight is likely the night.
>>30074300
I kinda' like all of the dragons equally, just for different reasons. If I had to pick a favourite though? Probably Khoa. She's short and adorable. Would be comfy to read books with her n' stuff I guess?
>>30073641
>Doughnut steel.
She's an old ass pone someone drew for me back in like 2012 or something in an OC draw request thread on here. Never used her for anything. Was never autistic enough to give her a name and personality. She might be getting adapted for another use though.. Pic related.

Full credit to purple-blep for the qt headshots and other works. Thanks m80 <3

>>30074300
Drinking with daze and tes could be fun,, i wonder who would drink who under the table

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>>30074772
>Berry Punch is the judge of this competition
>tasked with keeping count and drinking all the leftover alcohol, both as a job and as a reward
>or as Berry would put it: "A good *hic* job is issown reward!"

>>30074801
kek, best poner

>>30074300
Probably have to go with Scylla...maybe Tonic because favoritism. I have to let go of Selenia at some point

Trying something...

>It has to be somewhere.
>You frantically tear through the musty old books in front of you,
>Some are so worn and used that you can barely make out the text on them.
>It’s frustrating, but you have to keep looking.
>Time is a commodity you don’t have much of right now.
>Every so often you glance back at the door, praying it’s still barred shut.
>They’ll be coming soon, you know it.
>You grab another book, looking it over.
>It’s a relatively small tome, bound in leather with the cover worn off by time.
>You start flipping through it, looking for any relevant information.
>However, it doesn’t even appear to be in any language you recognize.
>Groaning, you toss it to the side.
>There’s no time to deal with stuff like this.
>Suddenly, you hear a banging on the door.
>”Dragon! We know you’re in there!”
>Hearing that almost makes you jump out of your scales.
>Time’s up.
>You hurriedly shove a few books into your bag, not even sure if they’re useful or not.
>You just need /something/ to not make this worthless.
>Once you’ve done that, you look over towards the small window in this private library.
>Without much hesitation you open it up and jump out.

>>30076584
>Normally jumping from several stories up is a horrible idea, but not for you.
>You’ve gotten pretty decent at flying in the past several months after all.
>It’s still crazy to think about though, you’re /flying/ right now.
>Just as crazy as you being a dragon in some strange world.
>But hey, crazy has been your life as of late.
>After all, you’d have to be crazy to steal from a horse with such a big hate boner for you.
>The fact that the dominant species here is equine is another weird detail you’ve slowly grown to accept over time.
>Your life hasn’t always been so crazy, far from it.
>Not even a year ago you were living a happy little life in your own world, the normal world.
>Feels like it has been a lot longer than that though.
>Maybe it’s because how active your life has been ever since you wound up here.
>Or maybe it’s some weird temporal distortion causing time to move slower.
>Considering how everything else here is so fucking bizarre, you wouldn’t be surprised.
>There’s nothing you wouldn’t believe if you saw it anymore, everything feels at least remotely possible.
>Guess that means you’re an open minded individual now, huh?

>>30076601
>Once you land on the ground, you instantly start running.
>That damn horse has always had guards on their estate, but they’ve ramped up security recently.
>You’re pretty confident there’s a few guards patrolling the premises already.
>And that’s not even considering the guards who are going to break into that library and find the window open.
>So yeah, you need to get the fuck out of here.
>Lucky for you, this estate is pretty secluded, surrounded by thick woods every direction but South.
>You smirk a little, your obsessive mapping of this place has paid off.
>In fact, it’s paying off even moreso now.
>You’ve plotted out a perfect little escape route that will lead you deep into the woods and right towards your current base of operations.
>Purchasing a house never really came up for you, so you mostly set up camp somewhere as you move place to place.
>Currently you’re staying about a kilometer and a half away from the estate.
>At face value, it’s pretty risky, but Mr. Horse doesn’t own these woods, hell, they never even expressed interest in doing so.
>Even now the guards will only search for half an hour before giving up and assuming you got away.
>Honestly, you’ll still probably move again soon, but that’s more out of preference than necessity.

>>30076619
>Doesn’t take too long to run back to your little base.
>Your stamina and speed have grown ever since you became a dragon, so long runs are pretty manageable.
>You’ve covered your tent with branches and leaves, making a passable camouflage for it.
>Up close it can be pretty easy to tell it’s a tent but you have to be actively focusing.
>Which means the random hiker or an overly dedicated guard doing recon won’t necessarily see it.
>Inside the tent you have a bedroll, your food supply, a lamp, and a few odds and ends.
>You’ve never been one to hoard possessions, so the things you do keep are those that hold importance in some way or another.
>The rest you usually wind up selling at one point or another.
>It’s hard to be sure if this is because you’re a dragon, but money is one thing you always keep in high supply.
>You’ll never know when you need to purchase something big, like say- a whole new tent or renting board for a period of weeks on end.
>So yeah, money is important.
>Your little “dragon’s hoard” is a small little box locked with runes of some sort.
>You have a smaller purse for your pocket money, but your main money supply is always kept under your pillow.
>Oddly isn’t all that uncomfortable to sleep on.
>Probably more because of how soft your pillow is, but still.
>You drop your bag in the tent, fastening closed the tent.
>Today has been quite the day...


That's all I've got so far.

>>30074300
Go for a jog with Columba... which would probably turn into a race after a few minutes.

>>30074317
>maladjusted
No.
>friendless
Almost.
>irritable
No.
>asshole
Depends on who you ask.
Sans is more of an apathetic, lazy punster.

>>30076748
Sounds a lot like Spike though.

>>30076997
I also forgot to mention that Sans is a depressed Stepford smiler.

>>30076632
I'm very interested. Big fan of old books, keep going my friend

>still haven't finished reading everything in the previous thread and the thread before it
send help

>>30076632
>Lying down, you shut your eyes and try to take a nap.
>You should probably get to looking at those books you stole honestly.
>But not only would you prefer to get some rest first, you’re also a little nervous to do so.
>It was hell getting into that library and you don’t want that all to be for nothing.
>So, even if there’s a /possibility/ you found what you’re looking for, you feel a little better about this.
>The moment that illusion fades, this whole operation was an entire failure.
>Sleep doesn’t seem possible right now though, no matter how hard you try.
>Instead you sit up, grabbing the small loaf of bread you started for breakfast this morning.
>Unwrapping it, you take a whiff of it.
>Still smells great.
>You consider rummaging around your food supply for any butter, but laziness prevents that.
>It’s good enough to eat by itself anyways.
>Your appetite has never been very large, so after a few large bites you’ve had enough for the moment.
>Just a light snack.
>With that done you realize just how little there is to do around here.
>You’ve been in the middle of the woods for what, three weeks now? Almost a month.
>Besides, after your little stunt today, you doubt you’ll be able to slip into that stallion’s place anymore.
>Which in itself is pretty shit to consider.
>The book you’re looking for only has a few printings, it’s quite rare.
>Most copies are lost to history, and this was perhaps the easiest known copy to find.
>Doesn’t mean it’s very easy to /steal/.

>>30079102
>Over the past three weeks you’ve been trying to get this damn book.
>You started off by posing as house staff to try and figure out where it is.
>It started out pretty well.
>Mr. Bluff, the stallion who hired you seemed to trust you at first.
>In all honesty you probably shouldn’t have been so insistent at trying to “clean the library”.
>Bluff fired you under the guise of “decreased productivity” about a week into the job.
>That paranoid bastard caught on fast.
>You then attempted to get the book by hiring one of your former co-workers.
>That blew up in your face when he went straight to the the boss and ratted you out.
>From then on, you were outright considered an enemy, his enemy.
>All of his employees were told to keep an eye out for you, promised a big reward for any information.
>Not to mention his gradual increase in on site security.
>Needless to say, things got really difficult for you from then on.
>You hadn’t even been able to get back into that place until today.
>So much effort, and it ended with you jumping out the window in fear with some random books.
>For a self proclaimed thief, this is pretty embarrasing to say the least.
>”Thief”, the title makes you chuckle a bit.
>Before you wound up here you were just a fucking clerk.

>>30079113
>Thief is sort of used loosely here.
>You don’t have years of experience and training, you have a few months’ worth.
>Finding an actual job here was pretty impossible for you, not without some real legwork anyways.
>So you found yourself doing less than honest acts to get by.
>Started with sneaking food from merchant's stalls and carts at first, pretty simple stuff.
>Then you started practicing picking locks and hiding your tells when lying.
>You’re far from perfect, but passable.
>Your recent exploits prove that much.
>A lot of times you work for hire, being sent to go knick something by some random horse.
>Other times you go out and steal whatever you think will fetch a good price.
>Most “jobs” are pretty small, involving you sneaking into somebody’s house and grabbing something.
>Not that you’re complaining, big jobs are hard.
>Like this current one for example.
>But this big job was taken on for a very good reason.
>This book is your key home, your way back.
>You get the book, you get to go home.
>It’s unimaginably simple.
>You were pretty skeptical when your “client” first told you.
>This client being another dragon, one of the few others you’ve actually encountered.
>”The book itself has a collection of rituals, a form of magic that any species can tap into.” they had explained.
>The dragon wants the book for themselves, but is confident that a ritual to take you home is also there.
>And even if it’s /not/ there are some wise dragons out there who could no doubt do the job.

>>30079130
>You would have been far more dubious if the dragon didn’t approach you mentioning “other worlds”.
>Ever since you’d gotten here, you never once mentioned your past to anybody.
>The dragon equated their knowledge of your circumstances came from being able to read your body language and the like.
>You seemed “out of your element” and “foreign to even the air you breathe”.
>Flowery language, but it’s fitting.
>Apparently the more knowledgeable of draconian society are aware of other worlds.
>Some even say that they have seen these other planes of existence.
>Your client is the steward for one of these “knowledgeable” dragons.
>They expressed pity for your situation, and saw this as a way for both parties to gain something.
>Mutually beneficially arrangements sound good to you.
>That’s part of why you decided to take the job on, it sounded… good.
>Some dragon gets their book, you get to go home.
>Besides, at the time, stealing a book didn’t sound too hard.
>That was until you started to do your research of course.
>But hey, a deal’s a deal.
>Not like you still don’t want to get home.
>So there’s no way in hell you’re backing out now.

>>30079141
What do you guys think so far? Curious as to what the thread's overall thoughts are and if I should continue.

>>30079648
It's garbage. We know nothing about what's going on and it's really durdeling. Plus if anon is already a dragon, we don't get to see the transformation, and that sucks. Your writing style is bloated too, just get to the damn point. For fucks sake we don't even know the anon's name. I wouldn't bother continuing, at all. Scrap this. If you really want to write here, write something good. Just look at how little respone you've gotten, nobody cares about it. So just quit it.

>>30079648
I could care less. It's pretty boring.

>>30079648
I think I miss Punki even more now. Need something lively to read. Good for causing a nap though.

>>30079648
Did you forget to post the beginning? You know, when the transformation happens? Fucking cunt.

>>30079648
A reading of your green is best accompanied by a chilled glass of bleach

>>30079648
Stop being a faggot. If we want to critique, we'll do so. Don't ask for it.

>>30079915
>>30079986
>>30080009
>>30080037
>>30080051
>>30080089
>Sees blatant shitposting
>Sees the story itself is actually pretty shit
I'm conflicted.

Not even worth giving you the (you). Your story is awful.

>>30079130
Thief dragon? That's some dumb bull shit.

>>30079648
You're going to get more (you)s on this than you ever will on your actual green complimenting you. Take the hint and quit.

>>30080009
>I think I miss Punki even more now.
Don't drag me into this shit, you insufferable samefaggot. The fact that you posted six times is the most autistic thing I have ever seen in my entire life.

Stop posting, any time.
>>30079648
I'm going to check this out tonight. I'll give you some feedback later Anon. Just wanna' finish my own thing first <3

>>30080239
Don't waste your time Punki it's awful. This is why we need you and Kolaghan writing again.

>>30079648
I like it, , its got nice pacing and its got me curious for more

>>30079141
Not interesting in the slightest.

>>30080287
Please don't pander to them

>>30079648
I think it's pretty great so far. I'll keep reading if you decide to post more, unfortunately we have a shit-poster that has a vendetta against all reason and has to same-fag to feel special.

>>30079141
I actually enjoy that the story starts in the thick of it, and I have a feeling their employer has black-stained claws. Prose is fluid, I'd like to see you tackle how the got to Equestria next.

>>30079915
>>30080037
What the fuck are you talking about? Most of the stories here involve:
>be unconscious
>wake up
>be dragon
>wat do
Writing """"""""transformation"""""""" adds absolutely nothing.

>>30079648
hopefully the internal monologue ends here, it's been dragging on far too long.

>>30080907
It ends here, yeah, there may be more flashbacks going forward but next up is some action stuff

>>30079141
Really digging this so far. Eager to see where it goes. Please post more.

More Tonic tomorrow. I also have another story in the works that I might start soon. I want to finish Tonic first, but I'm excited for the new story so I might start it sooner than later

>>30081625
Oh, boy...
Can you feel my complete lack of enthusiasm?

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Alright, feeling much better (apart from a runny/blocked nose still) and am currently 2/5 posts done.
Sorry for the lack of content for the past couple days. Especially since I just started this as well.
Hope to be back in business in about an hour.

>>30082000
Sweet

Bamp

Not the 5 posts I advertised, as it looked larger on the notepad. But here's an update anyways.

>Pulling yourself up the slightly steep hill, you finally catch the terrain of the other side of the hill.
>And, you didn't really expect what was to follow.
>A town, or village, lying perfectly surrounded by mostly flat plains.
>It looked quite humble, you must say.
>You wanted to get a better look by going down to see who inhabits such a place, but a sudden shock to yourself finds your eyes adjusting to such distance.
>Like an eagle, your eyes manage to home in with great detail to the small town, finding the inhabitants to be... ponies?
>Not only that, but their mouths seem to be moving as if they were also talking?
>Considering you are a dragon, and can also talk, this didn't seem all that weird.
>Shaking it off, you make the decision that would judge your fate in this new, erm, 'form' of yours.
>That is, you need to actually find what you were previously.
"Argh..." you mumble, the slight throbbing of your head signaling again not to think of such a question.
>Deciding against just sitting here spying some unfortunate 4-legged colourful horses, you want to make yourself become known.
>Giving your best position of pride, chest out and shoulders back, you make your way down to investigate.
>As you make your way down the hill, you begin wondering about your choices.
>You're a dragon, right?
>And they're technically considered prey?
>But you are more or less not much bigger than they are, maybe 40% at best.
>You know what, rethinking it all, you didn't put much thought into this.
>Hell, do they even speak your language?
>Is it your language?
>Maybe you shoul- *SCREAM*

>>30082673
>Clenching your ears, you try to recover from the piercing sound.
>Squinting your eyes, you bring your head up to find a mare, who is most likely shitting themselves by now, holding up their ar - hooves - in fear.
>Having your ears no longer bleeding, you find that the mare has dipped behind a barrel in haste, leaving it tumble back and forth before coming to a halt.
>Deciding to show the best of 'you', you make the decision to head on over and show yourself in a good manner.
>Moving one of the barrels out of the way, the mare rests shaking, cowering in the corner.
>Aware that the barrel has been moved, you hear a faint whisper.
>"Please don't hurt me~" the ending coming off more as a squeal than a word.
>Well, it was kind of obvious what the problem was here.
>Tapping the mare on the shoulder, you opens her eyes to take a quick glance before having half the colour from her face quickly drain.
>Real smooth.
"Hey, I'm not some evil creature here to rip everyone to shreds." you explain.
"Come on out and tell me where I am, who /I/ am and who to get these answers from if you can't obtain them."
>The mare, now relaxing slight, still holds a position of shit-scaredness. So you do the only thing you think is right.
>Pick them up and drop them on the ground in front of you.
>With a *pomf* the mare lands with all 4s spread out and finally snaps out of being completely terrified.
>Now able to actually speak properly, the tremble in her voice doesn't provide as much benefit as it should.
"Y-you're being serious? You aren't here to slay us all?"
>Scoffing on your own words, you explain the situation of yourself carefully.
"Look here, Miss..."
>"Lemon Eclipse"
"Lemon, I don't really know where I am nor do I know who I am. As weird as that sounds. What can you say about any of this?"
>"Well, you're a dragon for starters..."
>Fucking really.
>"And you're at the town of Longthale, Equestria."
>Equestria? That doesn't sound anything like what you'd thought it would be.

>>30082680
>Well, to be fair, you don't know fuck all for this point on.
"Right" you affirm.
"I'm a dragon."
>The mare nods
"Who has entered this land called 'Equestria'..."
>"Mhm."
"And is ruled by talking horses-"
>"P-ponies"
"Ponies... and there is no 'safe-haven' nearby that dragons, like myself, actually live."
>"Well, yes, in short."
>This is just more stupidity on top of the last lot.
"Alright, Lemon Clips..."
>"Eclipse, ma'am-"
"Yea, yea whatever. Who here /runs/ the place? Maybe they have some sort of idea on what my situation is."
>"Well, I guess you would be after Mr. Econom. The one who runs this town."
>Brilliant, some sort of mayor you guess.
"Alright, sure thing. Where can I find them?"
>"Erm." Lemon looks a bit hesitant.
>"D-don't you think you should be wary of your appearance in town."
>Well, she's right. If any subsequent experience is going to end up like Lemon's you ought to be a little more careful.
"Good point. And i don't really know where to find this Econom either... Perhaps you could lead me throughout town?"
>Perking up at the request, Lemon's shaky voice returns.
>"Are you s-sure? I mean, I don't want anything to go wrong but-"
"Hey, it will be fine. but I do have one question."
>"What is it?"
"Do you have a jumper?"

Octave, I'm liking this. Good setting of the scene, showing off new abilities smoothly.

>>30082693
>not ponyville
You had one job, damn it.

>>30082672

Emergency bump.

>>30083651

What's your favorite kind of pony? Unicorn, Pegasus, earth pony? Which would go best with a dragon? It matters.

I'd probably say unicorn master race.

>>30084886
>Which would go best with a dragon?
What did he mean by that?

>>30079141
>”Hey… what’s that?” says some voice you’ve never heard before.
>You instantly shoot up when you hear it.
>You slowly undo a bit of the fastening on your tent, barely enough to peek out of.
>Looking around, you see a pair of horses searching around.
>Mr. Bluff must have been extra pissed to have told his security to look this hard.
>One of the horses looks over towards the tend, locking eyes with you for a split second.
>Instantly you throw the tent shut, moving over to your bag.
>It’s obvious he saw you, so it would probably wise to make today “moving day”.
>You’re going to be traveling a little lighter than usual it seems, no need to risk slowing yourself down.
>All together you packed the books, your money box, a bit of food, and a few other personal items.
>Once that’s over with, you grab your hood and put it on.
>Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you tuck the pillow in between it in a way that’s at least somewhat secure.
>You’ll still probably have to hold it down with your arm, but that’s fine.
>Having gathered up everything you deem worth carrying, you open up the tent and book it.
>Sadly it seems that the horses caught on pretty quickly.
>”Hey, over there!” one of them yells, starting to run towards you.
>Based on the sounds of their hooves, it’s safe to assume they’re at a full gallop.
>You’re quick, but outrunning that? Not likely.
>So, to play things smart, you try climbing up a nearby tree.
>Your claws sink into the bark easily, and you scurry up as fast as possible.
>Looking back at the horses tailing you, none of them seem to have a horn or wings.
>Lucky you, the normal horses can’t do shit about heights, while the other varieties would both have very viable options right now.
>”Get down from there right now thief!” demands one of the horses.
“I don’t see much reason to personally!” you reply, seeing no need to play all stealthy now.

>>30085765
>The horse is quite obviously upset, why he expected you to listen, you have no clue.
>As fun as it would be taunting the two of these assholes, you’ve got places to be.
>More specifically: anywhere else but this forest.
>Extending your middle claw towards the guards, you start flapping your wings and fly off.
>You get over the treeline and head west.
>This estate isn’t too far off from a lively town, wouldn’t hurt to go blend in there for a while before trying to find your next lead on this book.
>Flying was more than a little weird at first, but over time you’ve gotten used to it.
>Honestly if you weren’t on the run right now, this flight would be really nice.
>Your grip on your pillow loosens a bit, sending the pillow falling slowly to the ground.
>Cursing a bit, you almost consider going back to pick it up.
>However, you quickly realize that’s a fucking stupid plan, and decide to just buy a new one later.
>You already needed a new bed roll anyways, so buying a new pillow wouldn’t be too out of your way.
>Still, that’s money out of your pocket.
>The rest of your flight is pretty uneventful.
>Landing just outside of town, you walk the rest of the way.
>It’s a quaint little place, overly technicolor like most places here.
>”Oh hey! You’re back!” says a voice you /wish/ you didn’t recognize.
>When you first wound up here, there was another dragon, a small, overenthusiastic purple one.
>Of all the people you could have run into…

>>30085779
“Um… hey there…!” you manage to say, looking over at them.
>The other dragon runs up, waving enthusiastically.
>”What brings you back to town… um… er…”
>He’s trying to remember your name, or at least that’s what it looks like.
“It’s Art, and I’m just resupplying before I go back… traveling.”
>Art, it’s technically your name.
>Your birth name is Arthur, but you quickly learned that “normal” names are anything but here.
>So you shortened it to Art.
>Because apparently names related to talents, things, or even abstract concepts are normal here.
>”Supplies you say? Oh, right, you’re an adventurer!”
>Even before you became remotely good at thievery, you knew a cover story would be important.
>That’s why whenever you were asked about who you are and what you’re doing, you mentioned being an explorer.
>Nobody can really disprove that.
>You don’t think anybody has tried investigating you or anything, but it’s nice to have fallbacks.
“Yeah, I have a feeling I’m going to go pretty far on my next trip, so I need to prepare adequately, you know?”
>The small purple guy nods, still smiling.
>Must not see other dragons that much or something.
>You remember him working for one of the horses in town, or something like that.
>Why he’s here and not with other dragons, you don’t really know, and honestly don’t entirely care.
>He seems happy enough, and it’s not your place to go prying.

>>30085236
Which would be best for a dragon's companion*

>>30082693
Glad to have you back can't wait for more

>>30070404
>The mare in the moon moves in a way that suggests that it's shifting its gaze toward you.
>In a swift motion, the mare leaves the moon, leaving the surface looking bare and even brighter.
>The visions quit flashing before you and you find yourself standing in a forest.
>You take your eyes off of the moon and look at your surroundings. You're in the Everfree, the same spot you first woke up in.
>The sound of wings flapping brings your eyes back to the sky, and you see Princess Luna gliding down to you.
>Luna is visiting your dream! That makes you special...right?
>You aren't sure about the intricacies of her dream walking abilities, but you don't think she visits just /anyone/.
>You're still star struck either way.
"Luna?! I-I mean, Princess Luna?! What are you doing here?"
>L: "I sense great turmoil in you, young Tonic, perhaps your new life is taking a toll on you."
>You're still weary around her. Who knows how many of your previous dreams she's seen, if any.
"You couldn't tell from the other dreams I've had?"
>L: "I don't usually check on the dreams of dragons, all of them tend to be very similar. You are a special case, but I had a hard time getting into your dreams given the special otherworldly state of your mind."
>Oh good, she doesn't know about your dream with Sizzle...or how horny you've been lately.
>With your initial concern dismissed, the only thing remaining is your worries.
"You've been around, maybe you could help me. I could use some advice from an ancient being. Discord wouldn't tell me anything useful."
>L: "That's why I'm here, Tonic. You live under my rule, so I will try my best to help you."
>That's...strangely comforting. You doubt she knows much about love drama, but she's very wise regardless.
"You might want to sit down, it's kind of a long story."

>You try and condense your story so you don't waste her time.
>You tell her everything, even the part about you being a male at one point, something you haven't told anyone.
>You tell her about your existential crisis, about your love triangle, about the quirks that come with your new body, and even your aspirations.
>It felt nice letting go and telling your story to someone in its entirety. All this time you've been picking and choosing different things to tell different people, you've had to lie about some things and tell the truth about others. You've had to remember all the different things you've told different people, but not now.
>You got to lay out all of your cards for once, and it's therapeutic.
>Despite how good it felt, you still told your story cautiously. Luna listened stoically, she made little to no reactions, and just as many comments. You felt like you were being analyzed, probably because you were.
>You finally finish your story, and Luna regards you with a frown for a long moment.
>Her eyes are piercing, and the silence is painful.
>L: "It seems to me that you took life to quickly. You are afraid of facing your fears, so you don't. You thought by ignoring your problems, you could side step them."
>You wince as Luna picks you apart with her signature flat tone, it feels like your mother lecturing you back home.
>L: "You can accept your new life and reach the goals you set for yourself in time, but you won't achieve anything by ignoring your feelings."
>Luna gestures, and your visions return, playing in small windows behind the trees in the forest.
>L: "Pay close attention to your dreams young one, you'll find that your subconscious tries to help you."

>You look around at all of your visions and feel a myriad of emotions.
>Happiness, sadness, confusion...
>Then Luna shows you the vision that kept repeating: the one with the Alchemist.
>L: "What do you see here, Tonic?"
>At first you don't understand, but as you say it out loud you slowly begin to see Luna's point.
"I see me...rescuing "myself"...and coming out on top!"
>L: "Precisely, now apply that to your waking life."
"I'm being tied up by all of this drama, so I need to free myself."
>You frown as you realize the implication.
"I...need to leave?"
>Luna places a hoof on your shoulder.
>L: "You need to prioritize. Find yourself, your /new/ self, then you can focus on the things you want."
>A strong wind picks up, and the forest around you begins to fade. You must be waking up!
>L: "Heed my advice Tonic, you must separate yourself from the things that tie you down so you can face what consumes you!"
>You stand frozen with your arms limp as the dream around you crumbles and Luna fades away.
>You wrack your mind trying to think of what to do. You look around the tree line at your other visions to see if you can discern some kind of hint as to your next move, but nothing stands out.
>You spin around fully and see a small hut deep in the forest, dim light shining from its windows, and you wake up.
>It's early in the morning, and it won't be long before Spike and Twilight call you to breakfast.
>You need to leave, but where? How are you going to tell Spike and Twilight?
>You pace back and forth through your room, thinking about where you could go.
>You turn to pace in another direction when you see your books. Your books on alchemy.
>Alchemy is one of the things that defines "Tonic," one of the things that was never apart of you back on Earth. You could use it to get more into character so to speak.
>Then it hits you: the hut in the woods! Zecora!

>>30085803
This green.
I like this green.
It feels... fresh? Stepping off the beaten path and diving right into the action. Although, I must admit, the beginning had a bit too much action, but just a bit.
I also like that it doesn't take place in Ponyville, not only has it become rather boring, it also leaves writer free to create a settlement to suit his or her needs.
By all means do continue.

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Going to be trying something a little bit different (inb4you posting at all is different, mate.)

Don't wanna give a quick rundown, but if you were on the Discord when I was talking about this, you may have a bit of background on where this story is going.

Hope you all like it, but if not, let me know why.

>You are Anon
>As you sit in front of the crackling fire of your camp, you stare across at your newfound camp-mate.
>A dragon.
>No, not one of those big scary-ass dark green motherfuckers that burn down British villages, and kidnap princesses.
>This dragon is a little different than that.
>She sits across from you, with nothing but worry in her eyes as she sips her tea.
>You can't help but not take your eyes off of her, this is one of the most bizarre moments of your entire life.
>Her blue body clad in armour, and ruffled pale blue hair are outlined in the moonlight, all the while given a warm orange filter through the flames of your fire.
>If you were asked this time last year what you'd be doing right now, you can safely say you probably wouldn't have guessed even close to something like this.
>How the hell did you end up in this mess?
--
>You awoke this morning to the sound of birds chirping in the trees next to your tent, nothing tried to kill you during the night, and you're currently taking a nice steady walk along one of your favourite trails in the Everfree.
>Is there an even more perfect way to spend your day? You don't think so.
>This little trek isn't just for fun though, oh no, no, no.
>Food out here isn't the easiest thing to come by, and it sure as Hell ain't gonna' catch its self.
>With the amount of wildlife that's been raiding your food supplies recently, you can't really afford to mess around too much out here.
>You went fishing last week, and by the time you came back to your camp, you found that some of your pots and pans were missing, and a load of your meat stocks had vanished into thin air.

>>30087649
>Fucking bears and shit. Stealing your supplies. The meat hurt enough, but the fucking pans? Cunts.
>You could use a new pair of fur-lined slippers.
>Through your bear-filled rage, you can't help but think back to your life on Earth a little.
>Your boots create that ever so familiar, and ever so satisfying crunch when making contact with the dry leaves that blanket the forest floor like snow.
>Just like back at home, some things never change.
>When you stop and look at things though, not an awful lot has changed really. You're not really doing anything right now that you wouldn't have been doing back home.
>Innawoodsmanship was always your kind of thing.
>Granted, you're no longer the top of the foodchain, you ran out of ammo for your gun surprisingly quickly, and an awful lot of things out here wouldn't hesitate when it comes to taking you on in a fight, but hey, it's no biggy.
>If anything, it actually makes things slightly more exciting.
>Lions with scorpion tails, and chickens that are part lizard weren't exactly commonplace back on Earth, and holy shit, how you survived so long without the delicacy that is Cockatrice meat, you'll never know.
>Falls right off the bone.
>Fuck.
>Giving you a semi just thinking about it.
>Speaking of..
>[Squawk]
>Just off in the distance, you can hear the calls of one of the little bastards.
>You hit the deck, and begin crawling through the undergrowth, and in the process, manage to jab yourself in the side with one of your makeshift arrows.
>Fuck, maybe the whole combat crawl was a bit excessive, but you haven't eaten shit for two days. You need to catch this motherfucker, or you're going hungry for another night.
>Yeah, nah, not happening.
>Gettin' that KFC on tonight.
>Gotta' remember while hunting these fuckers not to meet eyes with them for too long.
>Learned that from some local zebra who lives in a shack a few miles away from your camp.
>"Learned that from a local zebra."

>>30087665
>Now that's a line you didn't think you'd ever say in your entire life.
>Not having other humans around has just become the norm for you at this stage, but coming to terms with the fact that the world at large is run by horses who call themselves Equestrians is just fucking madness to you.
>Upon arriving here, you briefly tried fitting into their little settlement that's a few days away from your camp. Ponytown or whatever.
>They were nice enough, but the whole small town life isn't really your cup of tea.
>Crawling through mud, and shooting stuff in the face is more your speed.
>There he is.
>Stupid chickenlizard.
>He has no idea what's coming to him.
>You unhook your bow from your back, and get ready to line up your shot.
>Before doing so, you let out a little whistle, just for the fuck of it.
>The angry little shit looks in your direction, and the second he does, that's the end of him.
>*THWACK*
"Down he goes, clean kill Anon."
"Thanks Anon."
"No, no, it's no problem, the honour is all mine."
"No, I insist!"
>Winner, winner, chicken dinner.
>Being on your own for so long sometimes makes you think you're cracking up.
>Maybe just a little.
>Nah, it'll be fine.
>With a wave of your hand, and a crack of your knuckles, you pick yourself up off of the ground, and walk over to collect your kill.
>Aw hell yeah, tonight's gonna be full of good eating.
>After a spot of bagging and a good ring of the neck (just to be sure, you don't want a repeat of that time when you nearly lost your fucking thumb to a freshwater crab) you're on your merry way.
>After a good hour or two into your journey back to camp, the sun has dropped below the horizon, and your camp is awash in shadows, and the reflections of the evening glare dancing across the small river that breaks your camp away from the back end of the forest.
>Looks comfy as hell with all of your lanterns and shit dotted around.
>Home sweet ho-
>[CLATTER]

>>30087681
>Hey everybody get on the floor.
>No dinosaur this time, just fucking straight down on the deck, and into the bushes.
>What the fuck was that?
>From your little hidey hole in the bushes, you feel like the Vietcong.
>You reach down to the binoculars you have strung around your neck, and glance through them over to your food stocks that are hung up in a tree near your camp.
>That's when you see it, a shadow on two legs trying to jump up and grab your satchel of food.
>Fucking bears. Stealing your fucking food and shit, you won't stand fo-
>Woah, hold the phone, bears don't wear.. Is that armour.. And that black "fur," it isn't fur at all.. Is that a fucking cloak?
>Brain.. Processing..
>Thing on two legs.
>Wearing clothing
>.. Is that a.. Is that a fucking person?
>Before your brain can even begin to process what is going on, your excitement gets the better of you.
>You leap out of the bushes, full panther mode.
"Hey!"
>The figure currently half way scrambling up the tree stares over to you, their features covered by their hood.
>"Hm..? Oh.. AH!"
>[THUD]
"Hold up!"
>All you seem to get in response is a whole lot of worried mumbling, followed by the bushes fluffing out in all directions as your food thieving guest takes off in a sprint through the trees.
>Oh no you fucking don't.
>You're Anon, and Anon never misses a leg day.
>Ever.
>You take off immediately in the direction of where you saw the thieving little shit scamper off, and within no time, you're practically on top of them.
"Get back here!"
>"I'm sorry! *sniff* I won't come back again!"
>Sounds like a girl.
"Slow down, I'm not going to hurt you, Jesus fucking Christ!"
>As you run after her, dodging, bobbing, and weaving through the trees, you can't help but notice how clumsy she is on her feet.
>She's fast, but she obviously hasn't been out here for anywhere near as long as you have.

>>30087695
>If she had, she'd know that you don't go running through the Everfree fucking Forest screaming in terror. It's like asking for trouble.
>As you both begin to approach a clearing, you're hot on her heels.
>Just another few feet and you'll be able to make a le-
>[ROAR]
"What the fu- OH SHI-!"
>"AHH!"
>[THWACK]
>Well, fuck, that didn't go *quite* as you planned it..
>Shortly before having seven sacks of shit knocked out of you, the last thing you remember is a mess of yellow and brown fur slamming between you and that girl you were chasing.
>You feel like ass as you stir back to the world of consciousness. Your ears are filled by the sound of someone screaming in terror.
>Ahh, the perfect way to wake up.
>All you need is a fresh glass of OJ, and this'd be perfect.
>Welp, enough of your ever-so hilarious inner monologues Anon, you've probably got a stick stuck half way up your ass.
"Uu-uugh.. My fucking baaack, ahh, shit."
>You crack your neck and back as you yank yourself up to your feet and begin to limp-run away from the chaotic scene behind you.
>Wait, the girl.. FUCK.
>You can't exactly leave her in the forest to die. Even if she is a thief.
>But what are your odds of surviving a fight with a fucking manticore?
>Not high.
>"PLEASE, HELP!"
>You let out a sigh.
"Fucking really?"
>Oh fuck it.
>You look around the ground for your weapon of choice.

>>30087707
>Ah, the humble slate. This'll do nicely.
"HEY, YOU! BACK HERE, YOU BIG UGLY CUNT!"
>The manticore takes its attention away from her, and looks at you with eyes full of "really, nigga?"
>You throw the big lump of slate in its general direction, scoring a direct hit in the eye, causing the monstrous beast to let out an unholy as fuck sound.
>Maybe this wasn't your *best* idea ever, but hey, rescuing bitches n' shit.
>The jungle cat charges at you with nothing but anger on its face, bearing teeth, and snarling like the wild animal that it is.
>Nope. This is what /x/ warned you about. This is why you don't fuck with mythical creatures.
>You hit the ground as it leaps forward towards you, pulling off a combat roll in order to clear yourself of its pounce.
>Fucking close one, you felt that things breath on your neck.
>Noooo thaaaaank yooou. Time to end this shit.
>You grab down at your ankle, unhooking your trusty bootknife, and grasping it firmly in your hand.
>The girl lays off to the side, motionless under her cloak, as you begin to pace around in a circle with this gargantuan beast, in an attempt to create a blockade between it and her with yourself.
>Must be too busy mirin' to move a muscle.
>As you pace, you keep your eyes locked onto the cat at all times, making sure it doesn't make any sharp moves.
"Come on, fucking do it."
"Dare you."
>The beast responds to your taunt by snaring its teeth at you, before pawing at the dirt as it charges you.
>You do the same in response before charging at it while screaming like fucking Tarzan as you bring your knife up to its face and wipe out its neck and eye in one swoop.
>Bastard managed to slice your cheek and the side of your neck, but it's nothing major.

>>30087722
>The creature stumbles around briefly on its feet before letting out a final groan, and hitting the dusty floor of the clearing with a thud.
>You look over to the heap on the ground before you before nodding with satisfaction.
>Wasn't even hard.
>You might go out and kill more of these things to satiate your bloodlust or some shit.
>Okay, maybe not.
>The girl! Fuck!
>You run over to her, and scoop your arms under her.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, please don't be dead."
>As you lift her up, her hood falls back to reveal.. What the actual fuck?
>She's not a human at all..
>Laying there, a look of peacefulness plastered across her unconscious (but thankfully not dead) face..
>What the fuck..
>.. She's a dragon.
--
>Oh yeah. That's how you got into this fucking mess.
>Shortly after arriving back at camp, you carried her over to your makeshift medic table/folding camping set in order to give her the quick once-over.
>Aside from having a pretty bad case of the shakes, and a few nasty cuts here and there, she seemed to be mostly alright.
>That is after you bandaged her up, and she finally came back around to the world of the living anyway.
>Breaking your train of thought, a timid voice from across your fire finally speaks up.
>"T-thank you.. F-for.. Y-you know.. Uhh.."
"Name's Anon, and sure, don't mention it. You gave me a bit of a scare for a minute there."
>"A-aha.. Uh.. T-thanks, Anon.."
>Not the sociable one then.
"What's your name anyways? I don't tend to ask the names of things I chase through the forest, so this is kind of a new one for me."
>You get a little giggle in response to that, followed by her finally letting out a sigh of what seems to be relief.
>"M-my name is Addy.."

Stopping here, as I'm doing this story in chapters/parts as opposed to having it drag as one long part. Feedback always welcome and appreciated <3

>>30087270
I mean, he's in Ponyville right now, but that's only for a little bit. A couple posts at most. Glad you like it!

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>>30087742
Forgot the fucking pastebin link, didn't I: https://pastebin.com/KDCARVRg

I'll probably make a new paste for each part, but I'll make sure to post the link for each part at the end of each part ITT.

Thanks again for reading n' stuff.

>>30087810
you have my interest punki, looking forward to more

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Which dragon would you like to see a story about next? Who do you think could use more content? I'm curious.

>>30089043
I need more of Art

>>30089043
Columba, not even her own writer is writing much about her lol.

>>30089043
Undead pun dragon mentioned earlier.

>>30087742
>>30089043
Need more innawoods dragon asap

>>30088341

Punki, I love anon's lust for cockatrice flesh. It was a very nice way of showing us he's really adjusted in some ways to this world.

Kolaghan, I am enjoying this focus on other parts of Equestria and hope that Ponyville won't consume the majority of the narrative. Looking forward to more knavery.

Mage, I do like that Tonic is taking a step back and will try to come to terms with the personal connections at her own pace. Zecora is a great way to get back to the thick of her studies and development, and she can still go into town here and there, since it isn't far.

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I wonder if anyone tried writing crystal dragon yet.

>>30091565
>Crystal dragon
>Dragon cannibalism
I'd read it

>>30091565
Yes, but it was never finished
https://www.dropbox.com/s/8dlbvjaz3emxv2h/Bubblewolf%20Crystalanon.txt?dl=0

>>30084158

>>30092321
Sad to see a story with a good concept abandoned.

>>30092321
that was a good read,,

>>30092720

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Large dragon when?
Cute optional

>The streets of Ponyville have calmed significantly since your time in the Unlucky Horseshoe
>What's left in the wake of pony rush hour is the mostly empty stores, their owners counting the bits of the day
>A few ponies still wonder the streets looking to purchase products
>Sadly they're left with little to choose from at this time of day
>You absent mindedly glance at some of the trinkets and nick nacks being sold
>As you let out a small sigh, you're relived that your mind seems to have finally calmed down
>For the first time since you came to Equestria you find your mind mercifully quiet
>You don't doubt that the booze was a big help
>As you walk through the quiet town you simply revel in your empty thoughts
>You had almost forgotten what it was like
>Thankfully Spike seems content to do the same
>This wayward peace is short lived sadly, as you come closer and closer to Twilight's castle
>Twilight Sparkle, an alicorn princess
>She's clearly a smart pony, you can just tell by the way she holds herself
>She doesn't do so in the same way Rainbow Dash does, but more in her steps and her words
>Each one seems measured, as if she had thought over them hours in advanced, and those eyes
>During breakfast you could feel her eyes constantly darting over to you, absorbing every detail
>She could probably draw you out like a map if she wanted
>Then there's you, some guy lost in a strange world
>She doesn't know much about dragons so you might be able to hold this guise up for a while if you wanted
>But she'd see through it sooner or later, and you get the feeling that later would mean more trouble for you
>Maybe you should come clean with her
>You could ask her about this electricity seemingly coursing through your bones and veins before you hurt someone, barring that one Timber Wolf
>With all those books maybe she'd even be able to find a way to send you back
>You feel a lump begin to form in your throat at the thought

>>30094744
>For some reason your mind just can't agree on what to do
>You don't belong here, but there's so much here that your world doesn't
>A population that aren't dicks to each other for starters
>Then there's the girls and Spike
>You haven't been here for more than two days and they've already gone out of their way to help you
>You bring a hand down your face as your mind begins to become a jumbled mess again
>As you step into the castle the clicking of you and Spike's claws against the polished crystal floor fills your ears
>You feel a few bones click and pop as you stretch out
>You haven't been this active since your last pub crawl
>"Hey Tes?"
>You turn to Spike as he lets out a small yawn, he sounds about as tired as you feel, if not more
>Not surprising seeing how much younger he is than you
>"Was wondering if you wanted to check out some of my comics? You said you were interested the other day, right?"
>With a tired smile you give a nod
"Sure man, I just wanna check in on Twilight for a minute, bring them over to my room?"
>"Sounds like a plan"
>With that Spike makes his way down the hallway and out of sight
>You begin to make your own way down the hallway before you realise your mistake
>You don't know where Twilight is, or where anything else is for that matter
>If you remember correctly Starlight said Twilight was gonna be looking for a book this morning
>With fingers crossed, you head in the general direction you went through the castle the night before
>Luck seems to be on your side today as you come across the larger, more ornate doors of the library
>As you open the doors wide you spot Twilight off in the corner of the room
>Hunched over a workbench she's surrounded by a circle of different books
>The scratch of quill against parchment can be heard as she flips through each book
>She's so engulfed in her work that she doesn't seem to have noticed you come in
>You make your way over to her, sometimes planting your feet down a bit heavier than before

>>30094753
>She doesn't turn her head in the slightest
>Eventually you come up right beside her shoulder
>You feel a sly smirk grown on your face
>As you let your head fall to rest on her shoulder you finally speak up
"Hey Twilight"
>"GAAAAH"
>Your head snaps up 90 degrees as quickly as it touched her shoulder as Twilight leaps out of her chair
>You swear you see the hair on her withers stand up as she flails her legs
>Since when did these ponies become cats
>Correcting your head, you turn to a panting Twilight with a smirk on your face
"Something wrong Twilight?
>As her breathing steadies, Twilight's glare deepens, drilling holes into you
>You have to bring a hand to your mouth to stifle a giggle
>Twilight puffs out her cheeks indignantly at this
>You can feel the steam coming out of her ears
>You hold up your hands in a sign of surrender, a few chuckles slipping out as you do
"Sorry about that Twilight, I didn't realise you'd react like that"
>Finally catching her breath, Twilight takes a deep breath before glowering at you
>You give her a small wink in return
>She ruffles her wings slightly in an attempt to realign some of her feathers and regain her composure
>"I didn't hear you come in, you just startled me is all"
"I wouldn't call jumping so high that you hit the ceiling something as small as startled, but alright"
>Twilight seems to trip over nothing at this, quickly righting herself with a small blush dusting her cheeks
>"What are you doing back so soon anyway Tes, I thought you and Spike might be out for a while longer?"
"Your friends turned out to be more exhausting than I expected so we decided to come back early, though now I'm curious what you were so engrossed in"
>As you lean forward Twilight takes a few small steps back clutching a thick book closer to her side with a wing
>First she had your interest, and now she has your attention
>"Oh it was nothing really, just a small sort of research project I've been working on"
"Mind if I take a look?"

>>30094761
>This stops her dead in her tracks, only for her to back away from you even more, eyes widening slightly
>"Um well you see, I- I'm sure you wouldn't be interested. It's just magic studies is all"
"I'm interested in magic"
>Twilight's eyes begin to dart from side to side as you follow her, leaning forward so that you're eye level with her
>"I- I mean it's um not even really magic, more it's concept, you know?"
>As her number of excuses grows bigger so does your smirk
>Sadly for Twilight she wasn't staying aware of her area and ended up backing herself up against a bookshelf
>As she makes contact with it she tries to jump away, stopping herself just before she bumps into you
>With you now looming over her, she tightens her hold on the book
>As she tries to shrink away from you, you swear you see the hint of a smirk of her own
>After a few minutes of this you back away from the bookshelf letting out a small sigh
"Alright, if you're gonna be so defensive I won't push it further I guess"
>Twilight lets out a sigh of relief at this, but you also manage to catch a flash of disappointment pass over her face
"But I was wondering one thing"
>Twilight's eyes snap to meet yours at this
>As you squat down beside her you beckon her over
>With a bit of hesitation Twilight turns the book away from you before leaning forward
"I was wondering if I could get that sleep schedule of yours we talked about earlier before tonight?"
>Your smirk returns in full as you pull away from Twilight's ear
>Now flustered and stumbling over her words, you take advantage of Twilight’s opening
>Quickly darting around to the other side of her you grab hold of the book and bolt it in the other direction
>"HEY!"
>She realises her mistake far too late sadly as she runs after you
>As you make it over to one of the chairs set up yesterday you stand behind it, keeping Twilight on the other side as you go through the book

>>30094768
"'Dragon Society and Their Personalities, A First Pony Point of View' oooooh interesting"
>"Tes give it back"
"Oh come on Sparkle, I'm interested in what you think about us"
>She lets out an annoyed snort at this
>You just wave it off, though this only seems to anger her further
>For most of the beginning it goes over dragon's in general, what they're capable of, how their body's change over time, and how their society works
>By the time you actually get to some interesting pieces Twilight has knocked over the chair by its backrest
>Sadly her stubby hooves can't reach the book as you hold her back with one hand and flick through the book with the other's thumb
"Ooooh here we go, 'though some would think them greedy and brutish by nature, the female dragon seems to show more compassion for their kind and even to non-dragon creatures', very detailed Sparkle well done"
>"I do talk about more than just the female dragons you know, if you actually bothered to read-"
>Her attempt to leap at the book is cut short as you throw her off balance we a quick sweep of your tail
"I dunno know Sparkle there is a LOT about the female dragons in here"
>Again attempting to get at the book, you hold back her futile attempts with your hand
>"My only time in the Dragon Lands was when Spike had to go, we trailed the previous princess Ember then, I didn't have time to document the males"
>Your smirk knows no limit
>As your eyes skim over the book they come to a halt as you reach a new section of it
"What have we here? 'Recently I have encountered a new dragon's whose personality matches up with none I've seen before' is it just me Twilight or are my ears burning?"
>Sadly, she chooses to end your fun there, flaring up her horn, she slams the book shut and pulls it back to her
"Oh come on Twilight what did you write about me in your little diary?"
>She puffs her chest out at this, holding the book far out of your reach

>>30094773
>"If you're really so interested you can wait until I publish it"
>You both share a small glare for a while, each daring the other to move
>It doesn’t last long as you both end up breaking down into a fit of giggles
>Eventually recomposing yourself you drop your hands to your sides and head off to your room
>As you make your way to the door you call back to Twilight
"If you ever need an up close and personal inspection of a dragon, just give me a knock"
>You manage to catch the thud of a book dropping as you make your way down the hall
>Eventually you reach your room only to find it devoid of any sign of Spike
>You head over to your bed, lazily flopping on top of it
>As you sink further into the cushiony mattress you let out a long sigh, feeling the exhaustion from today practically wash off your body
>As you glance to the side you spot your dead I-pod sitting pitifully on your bedside cabinet
>You feebly reach out to it, sadly it lies just out of reach
>Not finding the energy to simply move you drag it towards yourself as best you can with the tips of your claws
>Eventually coming within reach you pick it up, flipping over to face it
>Running a finger over its smooth surface you press the power button to see if it reacts
>As you do a jolt of electricity travels down your hand before hitting the I-pod
>As soon as it does the screen flashes to life, the battery icon showing it to be at full power
>Your new body is full of surprises
>You grab your headphones and begin to scroll through your songs
>Not spotting anything that sticks out, you just put it on shuffle and lay back further into your chair
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nf0oXY4nDxE
>You immediately regret your decision and your life as the familiar riff of Aerosmith fills your ears
>Your urge to switch the song is overcome by your urge to rest and so you sit back and let it play out
>A few more songs play through until you hear a few bangs on your door

>>30094787
>You return your I-pod to the cabinet and head over to the door
>As you open it you're met with a pile of comic books
>"Hey Tes, I didn't know which ones you'd like so I just brought them all"
>Oh hey it talks too
>You stand out the way to let Spike in, lifting half the comics away from him so they don't spill
>Most of them look like they're in mint condition
>You both set them beside the bed, Spike taking extra care that none of them end up damaged or bent
>"Alright, so there are a lot of different comic series here, let me show you a few I'd think you'll like"
>That's how you spent most of the day, laying against your bed, flicking through first issue comics
>Apparently, they're super rare, but Spike got into them just as they were coming out
>Jammy little guy
>As you go through the comics Spike points out certain details you'd have missed if he didn't
>You even manage to point out one or two details he had missed in his several readings of them
>You end up going back and forth on who's more enjoyable, the villains or the heroes
>You going with the former and Spike going with the latter
>You both manage to at least agree both sides can act pretty stupid at certain points
>About a dozen comics later and Twilight's already calling you both to get dinner
>With that and both of your stomachs growling at you both to get moving, you begrudgingly leave the comics behind to get some food
>The jokes you share whilst eating go over Twilight and Starlight's heads
>Much to the amusement of Spike at their baffled reactions
>Though you do talk with Twilight about your day as well
>You're thankful to find that Twilight hasn't gotten the bill yet
>You silently pray that Pinkie forgot, or baked it into one of her cakes
>Turns out she had gotten word to and from the princesses regarding you though
>You'll be meeting them in three days’ time apparently

>>30094796
>Whilst Twilight was a princess, she apparently had no real ruling power as of yet
>These two however, they were the ones keeping this place afloat apparently
>With dinner finished and the last of the sunlight fading you all go your separate ways, ready to call it a day
>As you crash in bed you feel your body relax but still fairly awake
>Despite this though, your mind remains quiet
>No arguing, no questions, just silence
>You don't want to leave
>With that last thought your mind begins to slow as sleep takes you

>>30094801
Update done

>>30094805
Nice update. It was fun reading about Tes teasing Twilight.

>>30087167
>Of course! You had actually thought about seeking her out before, but now is the perfect time.
>You step out of your room and walk a small ways down the hall until you reach one of Spikes storage closets.
>Has has these little rooms all around the castle with odds and ends in them in case he ever needs them. Cleaning supplies, neat little trinkets, comic books, and more importantly...a satchel that you can use to carry your shit.
>Looks like Spike can't ignore his instinct to hoard stuff after all.
>You "borrow" the satchel and go back to your room to begin packing. 2 dresses, a dagger and some books. At least it won't be difficult to pack.
>You try and put everything in the bag as neatly as possible.
>More than once during packing you had to stop and keep yourself from breaking down. This whole situation hurts your heart. You don't want to leave Spike and Twilight, they're your friends!
>You showed up here totally lost and confused and they took you in without a second guess, and now you're just going to leave, and go to a dangerous forest to be trained by a stranger no less.
>But you know that it's for the best. If you stay here now you might just go crazy.
>You finish packing and make for the door. You don't bother putting on a dress, you don't want to damage it on some derelict branches or something.
>Alright, now all you have to do is go find-
>S: "Hey Tonic!"
>Spike meets you in the hallway with a goofy grin.
>S: "I know you said you weren't mad, but I made you a special breakfast to say sorry."
>You look to the side and clutch your bag closer to you.
"Thanks...I actually needed to talk to you about something."
>Spike frowns.
>S: "Well, can it wait until after we eat?"
>You shake your head and then grit your teeth as you try to think of the right words to say.
>You try and talk, but each time you open your mouth you only stutter and start over.

>Spike tilts his head to the side as you struggle, and he eventually interrupts you.
>S: "Hey, you have a travel bag..."
>You narrow your eyes at him. Of course you have a bag, you've only been holding it this entire time.
>You mentally sigh as you realize the issue: you're not wearing anything. He never even noticed the bag until now.
"Glad you noticed."
>He eyes you cautiously.
>S: "Why do you need a bag?"
>You take a deep breath and then blow it out.
"Because I'm leaving Spike, I need to get away from all of this for a while. I'll come back...eventually."
>He looks at you as if you just stabbed him.
>S: "But what about us?"
>You close your eyes and fight back tears. This isn't going to be easy.
"Spike, you're my friend, but that's it. What happened between us was only because of the mating cycle, everything else was just me messing with you. I know it wasn't fair of me to do that, but I didn't know the damage I was inflicting until it was too late."
>Spike's eyes began to water before you were done speaking, and by the time you finished, he was damn near sobbing.
>S: "But Tonic...I love you!"
>You kneel down and place a hand on both of his shoulders.
"No, you don't, you just think you do. I bet you thought that you were in love with Rarity too, didn't you?"
>He buries his face into your shoulder and mumbles a protest.
"One day you'll meet a girl who's everything you've ever wanted, but I can already tell that I'm not her, I'm just your pretty faced friend. I think you need to spend some time finding yourself just like /I/ do, you've changed so much recently."
>You end the embrace and stand back up.
"I won't be gone long, and I won't be far away..."
>You lean down and give him a kiss on the cheek before you make your way down the hall.
>Alright, one down, one to go. You knew Spike would be the hardest, that's why you wanted to find him last. Oh well.

>You decide to go to the kitchen. You aren't sure if Spike will follow you, but you feel like you should at least eat the breakfast he prepared for you and leave him a thank-you note or something.
>You enter to find Twilight and Glimmer going about their morning, and a plate set up at the spot you usually sit at.
>Toast with a sizable pile of amethysts, your favorite.
>They greet you, but you just nod in return, you're too focused on not crying.
>You hope that Spike can forgive you.
>SG: "Hey, what's with the satchel?"
>You sit at the table and place your bag on the floor next to you, then you begin eating.
>Spike really out did himself, it's delicious.
"I'm...leaving for a while."
>You try and say it casually, but Twilight is still taken aback.
>T: "You're leaving?! Where? And how long...and why?"
>SG: "Relax Twilight, I'm sure everything is fine."
"I just need to go somewhere else to figure things out. I won't be gone long."
>You speak more to Twilight than you do Starlight, and she stares at you wide eyed.
>T: "But what about...you know..."
>You smile weakly.
"Hey, I said 'later' didn't I? It's just for a little while."
>Twilight had more questions, but you did your best to deflect them. You don't want them knowing where you're going, because then they might find excuses to visit Zecora.
>You finish eating and walk over to Twilight so Glimmer can't hear.
"I talked to Spike."
>Twilight's frown deepens, and she nods solemnly.
>T: "I thought you might have since he never showed up to see you eat."
"I need to sort everything out, I need to find myself. I'll be back soon...tell Spike that I enjoyed the food he made for me."
>This time Twilight gave you a kiss on the cheek when Starlight wasn't looking, and you start for the door after saying your goodbyes to Starlight as well.
>Once you step out into the daylight, you begin your long walk to the Everfree and call out for Discord.

>D: "Twilight never told me that having friends would be so time consuming, I have other things to do than come running whenever you call me you know..."
>You scoff and wave him off.
"Name one thing and get back to me. I need you to keep me in the loop about the stuff that goes on around here, I'm taking a little vacation to Zecora's."
>D: "You're leaving your precious friends? What brought this on?"
"I got some good advice. I'm gonna do a little soul searching for a bit, and I need you to let me know if anything interesting happens...or if my armor gets finished."
>Discord looks bored.
>D: "I suppose I could lower myself to do that."
>You pat him on the back.
"Come on, I know you love me, you said I was your best friend last night."
>He grumbles and you continue walking. You turn around one last time.
"One more thing, you're the only one who knows where I'm going, so don't tell anyone!"

>>30095903
good update

>>30095903
Discord continues to tell a certain two people where Tonic is going

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>>30095903
another great update

>>30095903
Now I just have to practice my rhymes for Zecora

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>>30097530
Take care in the forest, and watch your foot, but get yourself ready for an Addy induced nut.

I'll see myself out.

>>30095903
Is Excite for zecora

>>30097769
Have Addy and Anon encounter Zecora in their adventures

>>30092720

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would you a tipsy scylla?

what would you do?

>>30099882
I would take her home and tuck her into bed because she's probably tired and leave a lot of water beside her for the next morning then I'd get up early the next morning to make her a small breakfast

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>>30099882
Fill her alcohol bottles up with water, because she'll be so drunk, she won't know the difference, and then I'd pick her up, and pet her head, before laying her down on the bed and cuddling her all night long.

>>30099882
Imma smash

>>30069946
Bumperoo

The new story I have in mind has to do with gladiators. Anything you guys want to see or have in mind?

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>>30101433
Another excuse to post what I should have posted days ago.
Cheers.

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I'm not going to be able to update today, but I do plan on starting the new story within the next few days.

Gotta give Tonic a small vacation to let the ideas soak in.

>>30101910
I kind of want to see a story about a dragon freelancer, in the original meaning of the word.

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>>30100469
Bad. No touching.

>>30103076
I brought blue. Lemme smash

>>30102263
>Gotta give Tonic a small vacation
Maybe you should retire it completely. Or rewrite it. Either or.

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Alright, our new hero in this new story is a pony-dragon hybrid.

I want her to look like pic related, but there's still a few things that I need input on.

First: color. What color should she be? I was thinking a more dark blue, but I'm open to suggestion

Second: what kind of pony? Either Pegasus or Unicorn. I can work with either.

Third: her front legs: should they stay hooves, or should her front legs be like dragon claws like a gryphon?

If I think of anything else I'll ask more

>>30103518
Colour: dark blue works, but I think a dark green could work as well
Kind of pony: unicorn gets my vote, we don't have a lot of stories where the dragons use magic
Front legs: dragon claws

>>30103518
You want my opinion? Hold off on this story until you're reasonably certain of the details and REWRITE TONIC. Thing's a fuckin' trainwreck at this point.

>>30103582
YFA! I've missed you man~

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>>30103582
Kill yourself.
>>30103518
Dark blue would be cool, but a foresty colour like dark green, or maybe a rusty orange would work too I think? My vote is for clawed front legs, and I'd kinda' like to see her as a pegasus so you don't get accused of making a dragon-alicorn OC, but that's just me. When it comes to magic-casting, I think that dragons should stick to runes. It just suits them better I think.

>>30103770
>Kill yourself.
Opinion discarded.

>>30103518
What kind of story is it going to be anyway?

>>30104280
Action, drama, little bit of love.

>>30104513
lesbian lizard love?

>>30095903
I don't think you got enough (You)s
Enjoying it man

>>30100987

>>30103581
>>30103770
I'll put it this way: if she's a unicorn then she won't have the wings obviously, but if she's a Pegasus, I'll probably make her wings less arm-like. That way she's not too similar to Scylla.

I'm not dead. Just busy... Sorry guys.

>>30106350
All g, life happens

>>30106350
Everyone's busy this time of year, don't worry about it. Hopefully the thread picks up when the summerfags move in.

>>30103518
Anybody else for unicorn vs Pegasus? So far it's tied

>>30105208

>>30107953

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These threads make me feel inadequate as both an artist and a writer.

I ask that you cease producing such quality OC at once.

>>30108486
join the club, no matter how much green I write every other writefag does better than me

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>>30108946
>>30108486
Never feel inadequate Anons. I just made a post on my Pastebin for anyone who feels stuck in this mindset. Check it out maybe: https://pastebin.com/tFGAm3AE

Scylla a cute

Alright lads, a little prologue to our new story...

>A great commotion can be heard echoing through the halls of the sunken Dragon temple as Bomber leads his merry band of thugs through the ruins, favoring his left side as he always did.
>He leans ever so slightly to counter the weight of his right wing, given that his left wing is no longer attached.
>Anything was up for grabs, Bomber was only here for one thing: an artifact. /the/ artifact.
>Each of his thugs and fellow slavers have heard the tale, he made sure of it.
>An ancient dragon tyrant: Green Wing, hellbent to bring all of Equestria under the banner of dragon kind, endowed a trinket with the ability to turn others into dragons through some long forgotten black magics.
>It was precisely the kind of magic mumbo jumbo that could bring life back to his business, that business being "entertainment." Slaves. Gladiators.
>He stops once he reaches a large circular room with a pedestal in the center, and the henchmen flanking him do the same.
>He uses his good wing to fan the dust off of his gray fur and black scruffy beard, no doubt it was kicked up by all of his underlings scrambling for their loot.
>Feeling content, he straightens up and opens his mouth to speak for the first time since they entered the temple, his voice rough and hoarse.
"This is it boys, this is what we're here for!"
>A chorus of shouts and cheers erupts as Bomber walks to the pedestal and claims his prize: a simple looking staff with the head of a dragon punctuating the end.
>Bomber grabs it in his wing, and the blue jewels in the staff's head begin glowing.
"Now...bring me Swift! The Pegasus!"
>The clattering of metal rings throughout the room as a few of the henchmen drop their treasures to tend to the will of their boss.
>Soon enough, a Pegasus by the name of Swift is carted in front of Bomber by a small gang of thugs.

>>30109861
"W-what is this, boss?!"
>Swift stumbles over his words as Bomber eyes him intensely.
>Bomber spits out his response, venom soaking his words.
"I know you've been stealing from me! I thought it only fair that you pay for your transgressions by being my test subject!"
>Swift whimpers and squirms in the grasp of the thugs as Bomber points the head of the staff toward him.
>The blue light of the jewels intensifies, and Swift is engulfed by a magic aura.
>The thugs let him go and he drops to the floor, writhing and groaning in agony.
>The sickening sounds of bones breaking and skin tearing reverberate off of the walls as Swift's body is ravaged by the staff's magic.
>Within minutes, the screaming stops and Swift lays dead on the floor of the ruins, his body now appearing to be a strange hybrid between pony and dragon.
>Bomber shakes his head solemnly.
"So the legends are true. The staff is less than friendly toward fully grown adults, looks like we need to procure ourselves a new slave, one who's much...younger..."
>He trails off and smiles widely, his mouth consisting more of gold than actual teeth.

This is only the beginning. Interested so far? Continue?

>>30109874
Continue pls. You have my interest.

>>30109874
Yess, continue plz

morning bump

>>30108486
Y-you too

trying hard not to fuck this up a side thing

Youve been living with the apple family for a while now and have just finished helping with the harvests, although you've been working hard to earn you keep, you still feel like you need to help out more, since they’ve been letting you stay in their barn.

As the seasons changes you've been having big mac make sure to get you so to help with bulk of the harvest as many hands or hooves make light work.

This morning was seem different, even the air had a sweet smell to it, but like every morning you had big mac come into the barn to get you.

Greeting him with a coy smile, you ask him what you'd be helping him with today.
Big mac eyes you from the now closed barn doors “we’ll be tendin’ the fields ” he says grabbing some rope off from of the wall “but not before we get warmed up”

Your heart starts to flutter as he nears, “what are you going to do with those ropes” you start to blush as he responds with a low growled chuckle.

“ don't you worry bout them ropes”

“what should i worry about then” shifting your gaze from the ropes, locking your eyes with big mac

Walking slowly towards you, throwing the rope beside you “ if you can out last this stallion” he eyes up and down one last time before continuing “ the fields won't be the only thing gettin’ tended”

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>>30111521
It's late morning and you are basking in the glow of the apple orchards, it's been a successful harvest with the help of your new resident to your family's farm, a purple dragon named scylla.
You often catch yourself staring, her long slender body seems to glisten in the morning light, her golden eyes remind you of sweet sticky amber and the way she almost trips over herself gives you a warm feeling and never fails to put a little smile on your face.
Chuckling to yourself you think about how walking with six legs would be like, by the way scylla walks, it mustn't be that easy.

Normally you would of gotten scylla helping with the daily chores around the farm, but you decided she deserved a well earned sleep in.

As you make you way back to the farm house, you can't help but hear faint sounds coming from the barn, a twinge of panic sets in as you rush over, between gasps you hear your name being called, you burst through the doors and find scylla stretched out on the barn floor, relieved she's not visibly hurt, but you still make a cautious approach to her, you've not dealt with a lot of dragons before, other than spike that is.

Thats it for now,, should have more soon

>>30111533
Oh my.. what a thing to overhear!

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>>30109874
looks good so far

>>30094801
>Another dreamless night passes by and you find yourself groggy and weary, staring aimlessly at the wall beside you
>For a while you take in the serene quiet of your room
>No vehicles roaring past, no children screaming in the streets, no alarms blaring to get you up for work
>Eventually though, you begin to feel a small hunger gnawing at you
>With a sigh you prop yourself up on the mattress, swiveling around and hopping out of bed
>After the small feast yesterday and an early night you're feeling more refreshed than you have in years
>Being sure to grab your I-pod on the way out, you make your way down the winding hallways of the castle
>Rarity said she ought to have a hoodie done for you today so now you'll at least have somewhere to store it in now
>Not to mention the little gem excavation on top of that
>You put your feet on auto as you find your eyes wandering up and down the crystal walls
>Is there a difference between gems and crystals
>What do they smell like
>How do they taste
>You shake yourself out of your daze and find your maw mere inches away from a piece of crystal jutting out of the wall
>You quickly retract your maw and try to focus on finding the kitchen again
>Luckily your nose catches the scent of food before you get distracted again

>>30112249
>As you try to get your mind off the subject you only manage to find yourself thinking back to when you first met Spike
>The little guy was chowing down on an emerald like a biscuit
>Aren't dragons supposed to hoard things like gems and gold
>But then again Spike isn't your average dragon
>Maybe meeting the more brutish dragons wouldn't be so bad, at least then you'd get to learn about how the hell your body reacts to stuff like that
>Maybe some other day, when you're more settled in
>For now though, you can smell pancakes
>As you make your way into the kitchen you suddenly feel an air of tension
>Unlike yesterday Starlight and Spike are nowhere to be seen
>Instead it's just you and Twilight
>The latter of which is sitting at the opposite end of the table, leaning against her elbows as she glowers at you
>Now is maybe the time to move to another town and change your name to Valdez
>"Tes, can I speak with you please?"
>You're snapped out of your plan of making a getaway using spoons by Twilight's flat tone
>You try to meet her gaze but immediately regret it as she nearly bores holes into you
>You'd know that look anywhere
>She's not mad, just disappointed
>You feel a small lump form in your throat as you finally speak up
"Sure Twilight, what's up?"
>"Why don't you sit first? I made pancakes"
>You swallow the lump in your throat and hesitantly make your way over to the table, watching Twilight as you do
>Her expression doesn't shift as you sit down
>You rock back and forth on your chair slightly, looking anywhere but Twilight
>Eventually you clear your throat and nod to Twilight
>Thankfully she gets the message and speaks up
>"The thing is Tes, I just got told some interesting things about what you and Spike did out in Ponyville yesterday. One of them being the funniest little letter from Pinkie Pie"
>You grip on the table tightens so much you're worried it might crack
>Twilight slides a small envelope over to you, motioning for you to open it

>>30112253
>As you do your face is hit with endless amounts of paper spewing out at you
>When the stream finally ends you take in the sheer size of the receipt
>You’re still surprised at how Pinkie can keep doing stuff like this
>Eventually your eyes fall to the total at the end of the bill, a number so big it could very well be Pinkie's phone number
>You open your mouth to try and explain but as your eyes lock with Twilight it snaps shut
>You try a few more times but only end up shutting your mouth each time
>After a few more attempts you finally manage to find your voice
"Sorry about that Twilight, it just sort of... happened"
>Twilight drops her head into her hooves, letting out an exasperated groan
>She takes a few deep breaths before turning back to you
>"Tes, it's fine if you can't pay, you were dealing with dragon hunger, for the first time apparently. I can just look into getting you a job if need be, but can you guess what else I might have heard about?"
>This leaves you slightly baffled
>Clearly seeing your confusion Twilight's glowers shifts to a small glare
>"I'm talking about the Unlucky Horseshoe Tes, Rainbow Dash heard a few of the ponies from there talking about your little brawl"
>You can’t help but knit your eyebrows at the thought of the drunken ass from yesterday
"It's hardly a brawl if the guy goes down in one"
>Your mumbling is cut off as Twilight's glare turns harsher
>"I frankly don't care whether you would count it as a brawl or not Tes, that place is full of ponies and other ruffians who aren't as friendly as the other ponies in town"
>You feel a small twinge of offense from this
>You used to be one of those ruffians back home, not to mention they all seemed nice enough
>They all kept to themselves and even backed you up
>"Tes it doesn't matter how they acted in there, it doesn't change the fact that it's true, and besides what if the others didn't back you up? What would you have done then?"
>Great, she can read your mind now

>>30112259
"I can take care of myself Twilight"
>"I know you can Tes, but if all of them jumped you, could you protect Spike?"
>Your brain grinds to a halt at this
>You hadn’t thought much about Spike when you knocked the guy out
>"I'm sure you've been in enough fights to handle yourself, but Spike isn't you"
>Twilight punctuates the last words with a bang of her hoof against the table
>The words echo through your head as your mind goes over the events that happened yesterday
>As well as what could have happened
>You slump down in your chair as you hear the clip clop of hooves come closer and turn your head away as they come to stop beside you
>Your breath hitches in your throat as you feel a pair of hooves wrap around your neck
>You turn your head as best you can and see Twilight burying her head into your neck
>Finally snapping out of your shock you bring an arm around Twilight as well, giving her a few reassuring pats, not sure of what to do
>"I was worried about you too you know"
>Your hand stops in place as you process these words
>You’re not even sure if you heard her right, she was so quiet
>You feel her grip on you tighten as she buries her head in your neck, confirming what she said
>But why
"But why?"
>Twilight brings her head out of your neck and looks at you with confusion
"Why would you worry about me? I mean you haven't even known me for a week"
>She lets out a small giggle at this, her expression having softened greatly in comparison to earlier
>"I always worry about my friends"
>She doesn't say anything more as she makes her way out of the kitchen, a small smile visible at the corner of her mouth
>You sit there in silence, taking in what you just heard
>For a while you mindlessly eat away at the small stack of pancakes, going over what just happened in your head
>As you finish off the last piece of your breakfast you hear the door to the kitchen creak open
>You turn your head to see Spike standing in the doorway, wringing his tail in his hands

>You both go to say something but each time only end up awkwardly looking away
>You feel your stomach twist as the silence drags on
>The silence is deafening
>After a few seconds that felt like an eternity Spike speaks up
>"So... do you still wanna hang out? I- I understand if you don't, you know... after that fight yesterday and all"
>The knot in your stomach unties at this
>You had expected a lot of different things, for him to be mad, to not wanna see you, to call you out on your stupidity yesterday like Twilight did
>But instead here he is, still worrying about you
>Does he ever take time out to worry about himself
>You dump your plate in the sink before and make your way over to Spike
>He releases his tail, choosing to nervously twiddle with his thumbs as he looks up at you instead
>You can't help but feel a smile grow on your face as you look down at him
"Let's not keep Rarity waiting any longer"
>He perks up at this, a smile of his own growing on his face
>You let out a small chuckle at how easy it is to excite the little guy
>With a ruffle of his spikes you make your way out of the kitchen, beckoning him with a wave of your arm
>Quickly following after you, he flashes you a toothy grin as you both make your way out of the castle, and head in the direction of Rarity's boutique

>>30112266
shit forgot to namefag, update done

>>30112269
Just got caught up with your story, Twilight is pretty adorable in this, keep it up.

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>>30111533
My body is ready

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>>30111533
Absolutely inappropriate.

>>30111533
Your writing and your OC are both shit.

>>30113232
ur waifu a shit.

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>>30113232
>>30113360
The savagery is too much

Sorry I'm slacking with the updates, I'm still figuring things out here and there and experimenting with the 3rd person stuff. I'll have an update out tomorrow if not later today

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>>30113360

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who is best dragon, and why is it Daze?

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>>30115088
Because she isn't. She's a huge cunt.

>>30115494
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=53ZBLhtFuxg

Rip Swift

>>30108449

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>>30115088
"Columba" doesn't have any D's, Z's or E's in it. You're getting silly with these spelling mistakes.

>>30116650

"It's too early, I wish I was dead" bump

Bumpu

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>>30118731

>>30118895
They've got that Dreamworks smirk

>>30109874
>Years later, the silence that was once synonymous with the sunken temple is seemingly gone for good.
>Bomber saw fit to turn the ancient ruins into his new base of operations. As such, the halls are now constantly filled with the sounds of rattling chains, shuffling hooves, the despondent moans of slaves, and the hoots and hollers of drunken thugs.
>The location was great. It was deep within the dragon lands, away from the vigilant eyes of the law, and forgotten by the lethargic hierarchy of the dragon elders.
>More importantly, the upper levels of the temple that haven't yet dipped below the sand dunes once served as a proving ground for dragons.
>These proving grounds were easily modified into a stadium with which Bomber and his like-minded colleagues stages gladiatorial duels.
>Today is a special day, today was game day. Once a week, a myriad of races come together from all around to sit in the stadium seats and watch battles unfold as well as partake in the revelry.
>The stadium is overtaken by thunderous applause and deafening cheers as two opponents square off in the center of the arena.
>One fighter, an earth pony named Maul, gave himself to the life of a gladiator in return for his rescue from royal prison.
>It was a small price to pay to not spend another day rotting in a cell, but now he has a new problem, his current opponent.
>He sizes her up, trying to assess her abilities, as she's wearing no armor and carries no weapons.
>He's never seen anything like her before, she's some strange hybrid between pony and dragon, he didn't think that was possible!
>She has the general appearance of a pony, albeit larger than average, but she bears a few dangerous dragon traits.
>Her front legs end in dragon claws, some of the teeth that he can see are sharp and serrated, and her glowing green reptilian eyes pierce right through him.

>her body is primarily a dark blue, made up of mostly scales, save for patches of fur on her head and legs. She has a fleshy tan underbelly common amongst most dragons, and a pair of horns that stick out of the top of her head and curve behind her ears. A plume of wavy black hair separates her twin horns and runs all the way down her back to the end of her longer reptilian tail.
>If this were any other circumstance, he would consider her quite attractive, but this is war. Nothing personal, just him versus her.
>He has to assume that she's inherited quite the arsenal of dragon abilities if she's going to square off with him and bring no weapons or armor.
>How should he proceed? Overwhelm her, make her desperate and hope she makes a mistake? Go on the defensive and find a weak point in her attack?
>He widens his stance. He'll let her make the first move, then decide his course of action.
>Across from him, the Pony-Dragon hybrid was much more calm and collected.
>She regards the muscular yellow pony with a sharp eye, picking apart his defenses.
>'He relies on brute force, he's never had to learn proper agility. He fights smart, but his strategy is reliant on the assumption that he's always going to be stronger than his opponent...not this time.'
>She coaches herself through each step of the fight, a habit that she formed from countless fights.
>Her "uncle" Bomber taught her everything she knew about fighting.
>He's always been a fan of bold strategies, and it shows, given the number of scars and stories he has. Not to mention his missing wing. The story behind Bomber's left wing changed every time he told it.
>His tactics never seemed to harm her though. By nature she was a juggernaut, and her adaptation of his fighting style made her a perfect duelist.
>Maul widened his stance and planted his hooves firmly on the ground while she was strategizing. It's clear that he's waiting for her to make the first move.

>'He's smarter than most. He doesn't want to underestimate me so he's waiting for an opportunity.'
>The crowd begins chanting, and for a split second, Maul's eyes focus on the audience.
>The hybrid chooses this as her moment, she roars and charges her enemy.
>His attention returns to her and he tenses up, but she's already putting her plan into motion.
>She breathes a small fireball toward his face, and he turns his head to the left to shrug off the flames. She sees this and darts to his right, kicking off with her powerful back legs and slamming into his side.
>She stands over him and delivers a few strong punches to his face with her balled up fist.
>He quickly shakes it off, rage building in his face. His hind legs coil up and kick her back and away from him.
>The hybrid slowly stands. She wasn't expecting him to recover so quickly. She tries to re-evaluate, but she's interrupted by Maul's primal growl as he takes a large hammer into his mouth and performs a broad sweep.
>She ducks and rolls to avoid being hit, but this leaves her lying on the ground and exposed.
>He raises the hammer and quickly brings it down on her, a blow that would surely crush even a dragon's skull, had the hybrid not used her secret weapon...
>Her twin horns glow, and Maul's maul crushes the ground next to her head as she magically corrects its course.
>With a grunt, she turns over on the ground and kicks the handle of the hammer out of Maul's mouth.
>Keeping her momentum, she spins to her feet and fires another ball of flames at his face. This time, he's not prepared, and she scores a direct hit on his face.
>He screams and shuts his eyes tight, but the hybrid can't let him recover. She charges him again and head butts him with her solid horns, knocking him out cold.
>The deafening spectators somehow get even louder as she walks over to his sprawled out form and places a claw to his neck.

>She looks to the crowd for approval, and receives mixed messages. Some want blood, others want her to let him stand again so the fight may continue.
>An older looking unicorn in an area of special seating speaks up, using his magic to amplify his voice.
"Leave him. Now he knows of your skill, perhaps a rematch is in order!"
>He's a frequent attendee of the stadium, and a very powerful pony. The sycophants in the crowd praise his idea and promote mercy.
"Good, I didn't want to kill you anyway."
>She says to him, unsure of wether he can hear her or not.
>She retracts her claws and walks triumphantly back to her cage, the crowd chanting her name.
"Ikra, Ikra, Ikra!"

Here's the update I should've had out yesterday. Hope it was worth the wait. Questions comments concerns critiques as always

>inb4 it's shit

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>>30119776
it's shit
>file name

>>30118731
X-men Daze. Mutant power is being supernaturally abrasive

>>30118895
>Daze without clothes
muh heart. more please.

So, do you guys like Art's story? I'm considering putting some effort into writing more, but just want to check if people are into it. I know how dead this thread can be but I'm poking the corpse with a stick to see if it moves.

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Anyone have any one-shot requests they want doing? I feel like writing something over the next few days.

>>30121421
I'm enjoying it. It's a nice change of pace. We can't abandon our male cinnamon rolls

>>30121421
Defs would like more

>>30121436
Columba and Daze having a turf war/brawl in the mean back alleys of Canterlot.

Khoa and Scylla have a pleasant chat about dreams, tea and knitting in a meadow outside of Ponyville.

Flamel formulates a method of making coffee that rivals Tonic's. Coffee Combat is initiated.

Jazz tries his best to woo Columba with Daze as his wingwoman.

Any of these would be sweet. Especially the first and last.

>>30122257
Columba does some amazing spray paint graffiti, but Daze's comes out looking like Punki's ms paint comics