Dragons in Equestria #1

>>30193369
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:
Alcrowholic's "Mountainous": http://pastebin.com/7iJzrFDt
BizarreCoyote's "Rukodiora's Romp Around Equestria": http://pastebin.com/rYB3Agh6
Bubblewolf's Crystal Draganon: https://www.dropbox.com/s/8dlbvjaz3emxv2h/Bubblewolf%20Crystalanon.txt?dl=0
(hosted on dropbox as a notepad file)
Clarissa's "No Fury at All": http://pastebin.com/U5q2gcBr
Dracononymous' "Deceitful (Not a) Dragon": http://pastebin.com/GQiUeKe7
Dragonlord Kolaghan's "The Universal Solvent": https://pastebin.com/8LmMiVjm
Dragonlord Kolaghan's "The Art of Theft": https://pastebin.com/Cnc8VDQ1
Harmonyrla's "Dragula": http://pastebin.com/m0i4tGEK
Hope's "Hope": http://pastebin.com/bRPwtEFq
Ice-Beam's "Anon the dragon": https://pastebin.com/jRDJMTPQ
Octave's "Dreamtime Dragon": https://pastebin.com/wt9jHL9B
Primusings' "Unplugged": https://pastebin.com/8JKLWBg0
Punki's "Dazed": http://pastebin.com/ZStRTpMn
Purple-Blep's "Scylla": https://pastebin.com/bGwKSz0E
Rat's "Lady of the Mountain": https://pastebin.com/tTCDh4s7
Roman's "Thunderstruck": https://pastebin.com/0j6QkqGe
Sergeant Nonymous's "Anonymous the Wise Dragon": http://pastebin.com/CY698CQ0
Tambourine's My Tiny Ponies: http://pastebin.com/sBQrS8ZR
Treasure Mage's "Equestria Five-0": https://pastebin.com/DZ48KDMQ
Treasure Mage's "Hybrid Theory" https://pastebin.com/YDJZ3Cs6
Treasure Mage's "Tonic the Dragon": http://pastebin.com/dbJ3Mnny
Treasure Mage's "Wanderer": https://pastebin.com/Jt9shzrQ
Woofr's "Reflection": http://pastebin.com/YUgjpmUL

Aw shit, dtfg is back? Thank God. Why the name change though?

>>30193392
The whole transformation was kind of... restrictive.
Some of the stuff didn't really fit in and there was no appropriate general for it.
tl;dr muh creative freedom

>>30193408
Ah, so basically it's just dragons all around now? Sounds good to me, glad to see this place come back.

Hey, I'll be updating "The Art of Theft" soon hopefully. Here's hoping the new thread is a good one, let's see some green!

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>>30193392
Back and better than ever, baby. This time around, I may actually produce content more actively (S-stop laughing.. I- I might..!) I have a couple of stories currently in the works, so we'll see where it goes.

>>30193465
I'd say we're in the same boat, but you actually show up on here and have projects that you've been working on as opposed to me. I should be able to get things sorted within the following month and actually post stuff for once.

Might be posting some stuff shortly. Just gotta' see where I'm up to with my latest thing. Dazed should be coming back off of hold soon for anyone who was following me back in dtfg.

Posting the last updates for Hybrid Theory for anyone that missed it

>Meanwhile, below the arena, the the sounds of the revelry above are muffled. The only other sounds are that of the rest of the slaves bantering with one another.
>They bet and wager with currency they don't have, they boast and challenge one another, but some just sit silently until it is their turn to be called upon.
>One such slave is Garrison. Formerly Captain Garrison of the royal army, he is now reduced to nothing more than a pit fighter.
>He rests his head against one of the bars of his cage and sighs deeply.
>His career was so prestigious, he was climbing the ladder and improving his skills every day! All of his accomplishments made better by he fact that he was an earth pony, doing so much without wings or a horn, all for it to go so wrong!
>He had been chasing a group of known slavers to the border of the dragon lands, and he got overzealous. He chased them too far and they turned on him and his squad with reinforcements.
>His squad was quickly overcome, but he fought on. Ironically, that was his downfall, as they captured him because of how good of a gladiator he could be.
>He looks down at himself in disgust. His orange fur and brown mane now faded with the layers of dust that cover him constantly. His cutie mark, that of a battlement, now desecrated by the crossbones brand of the slavers.
>He's no longer unable to tell which scars came from protecting innocents, or protecting himself.
>He should never have chased the slavers so far for personal glory, he should have given himself up to save his men, he should have died with them at least!
>The sounds of cheering from above suddenly get much louder, and Garrison is wrenched from his thoughts.
>'That must be Ikra.' He thinks, looking up at the ceiling as if he could somehow see her through it.
>He hopes she's ok. She's very strong, and a talented fighter, but she has the hardiness of her Uncle Bomber...that prick.

>>30194101
>Garrison remembers the first day he arrived at the stadium.
>After he realized that his shouts fell on deaf ears, and his seething was getting him nowhere, he plopped to the ground with a huff and looked around at his fellow prisoners.
>He hadn't known it at the time, but Bomber was quite the collector of strange slaves, it's what made his business so lucrative.
>He acquired exotic species and used strange techniques to make his fighters as unique and entertaining as possible. Garrison is the most mundane gladiator of the bunch
>There were two rabid kobolds in a cage together, a very strange crystal dragon in a specialized cell, and in the corner was a younger Ikra.
>Despite there being a /crystal dragon/ in the room, he had been most taken aback by the hybrid.
>He heard the legends as a young colt, but always thought of them as such.
>The race of hybrid pony-dragons, born when a crazed tyrant wanted to turn the world over to the Scale. They were the Naga, the elite front line force of the dragon army once upon a time.
>She wasn't much younger than him, but she was still a kid, and she just paced in her cell...smiling.
>It didn't take him long to meet Bomber, the mastermind behind the whole operation. Ikra always regarded him with a smile whenever he showed his aging gray face.
>Garrison wasn't sure about his relation to her. She called him "Uncle," but it really wasn't clear. Either way, it was an obvious case of Buckholm syndrome if he ever saw one.
>Family or not, you don't love someone who throws you into a cage and makes you into a pit fighter.
>He contemplated talking to her, but the choice was out of his hands, because Ikra bombarded him with questions about his past as soon as the guards were gone.
>Before long, they became friends, and he tried to impart the wisdom he learned onto her so that she might survive and one day be free.

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>>30194107
>Garrison also tried his best to break Ikra's affection for the slave master. She knows that he's not a good person, she knows about his exploits, but she can't help but feel something for the pony that raised her. It frustrates Garrison to no end, but at least he's loosened the grip a little.
>The sound of a metal door slamming shut reverberates through the prison, and Garrison prepares to see Ikra entering the room any second.
>He can always tell when it's her from the combination of hoof print and scratching claw sounds that herald her presence.
>He wonders what shape she'll be in this time. Cuts, bruises, black eyes, limping, it always worries him when it's her turn to fight.
>She appears in the door way, and amazingly, she looks immaculate aside from some dirt.
>He eyes her in shock, and she raises an eyebrow at him.
"I thought you were fighting Maul. Everyone's been talking about him all week, how did you get off without a scratch?!"
>His voice cracks as he emphasizes the last part.
>She smiles smugly.
"Don't you know by now that I'm the best?"
>Now it's his turn to raise an eyebrow.
"Ok fine, I.../may/ have almost died, but I improvised!"
>A door slams again, but this time the sound comes from the other side of the room.
"That's my girl, bringing down the toughest foes like it's nothing!"
>Bomber walks toward Ikra, his gray fur making it seem like he materialized from the shadows, and it would hardly surprise Garrison if that was indeed the case.
>A wide smile stretches across Ikra's face.
"Did you see how I disarmed him?! I took your advice on that one!"
>Bomber let's out a boisterous laugh and hugs her.
"He didn't stand a chance, we're gonna make one hell of a profit off of this!"
>Ikra glances at Garrison nervously, but quickly looks away when she sees his glare, she knows how he feels about Uncle Bomber.

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>>30193373
WHERE SHOULD I START!?

>>30194120
Tonic
Dazed
Gold Standard
take your pick

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>>30194167
Summary of the three?

>>30194226
Tonic: Guy has a heart attack when someone posts a banana and dies. He wakes up in the Everfree as a dragon grill and ends up staying at Twilight's.
Dazed: Guy goes drinking and gets in a fight with a bouncer. He died and ended up as the angry dragon britbong.
Gold Standard: Guy jumps out a window and ends up in equestria as a dragon. He, now she, stays at Fluttershy's and has to do a few things for Discord.

Gold Standard is the only finished green. Tonic is still being updated and Dazed is currently in the works.

>>30194226
Tonic: a 20 something dude dies and get teleported to Equestria as a sexy dragoness. He now has to adapt to his new identity and have some fun

Dazed: A brash brit randomly finds himself falling into Equestria after a night at the club. He's now a dragon and brings his/her brand of cuntiness to their new world

Gold standard: An attempted suicide lands a dude in the body of a dragon in Equestria. He has to overcome his demons and try to make the most of his second chance, while trying to find out how he got there

>>30194120
Hybrid Theory is brand new and there isn't much written yet, so it'd be easy to catch up to

>>30194256
>>30194260
I might start with Dazed since I've seen a few art pics of her scrolling past.

>>30193369
Holy shit you're back. Took you long the fuck enough.

>>30194256
I wouldn't recommend Tonic. The author's a faggot fuccboi who can't deliver fully. When it comes down to the crunch, he'll fumble. HARD.
Dazed, however, is pretty fucking good. Updates take forever, though are usually worth the wait.
Gold Standard is a bit darker than most of the greens here. Just a heads-up.

>>30194524
Hello again old friend. I'm sorry that I'm not your personal author. If you pay me I'll gladly write everything you want me to, but until then I'm going to stick with what's fun

>>30194524
YFA my man, missed you on the Discord, you really spiced things up!

>>30194652
>>30194819
>giving him attention
This killed us last time. Stop it.

Should I keep going with Hybrid Theory or work on Tonic?

>>30194413
Daze is definitely the most...eccentric

>>30195415
Hybrid. I love Tonic, but we need more variation in dragons. What's everyone working on right now?

>>30196348
Working on my next Art update right now.

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Ikra with some colour
ive been working on some stuff for scylla, but both arent quiet update ready

>>30197099
cyoot

>>30197099
I need more Scylla in my life

>>30197099
A C U T E

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When you bump just right

would a short species swap be okay? I have a cute story idea,
But need to flesh ut out some more

>>30198615
Species swap could be a lot of fun, I say go for it.

>>30198615
Why not? If it has dragons, go for it.

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There any smut that's come out of this thread?
>>30198615
Who's this semen demon?

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Daze needs more alternative outfits.

She needs all of the outfits.
>>30198841
Yep.
>>30198615
Yes, sounds fun.

>>30198841
Rot drew some smut I'm pretty sure. Also Kolaghan did a smut one off but I don't know where that is. Tonic has a couple smut scenes too.

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Would you make a deal with discord, even if theres a catch?

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>>30198863

>>30199127
That depends.. What's the catch?

>>30194112
>Garrison keeps staring daggers at the two of them despite Ikra looking away. The way she sheepishly shrinks away from confrontation whenever Garrison brings up the subject of Bomber infuriates him.
>Does she not understand how little she means to Bomber?!
>Garrison mentally chastises himself. She's broken, being a slave and a side show attraction is all she's ever known.
>In her mind, there's nothing wrong with it. Bomber has always taken care of her, and she's rarely ever seen any other children.
>She's in denial, and talking to her about it is like talking to a brick wall.
>Garrison's upper lip curls into a sneer as they continue to prattle on about the fight and how "proud" Bomber is, until the slaver finally turns away from Ikra and looks to Garrison.
"Looks like you're up next Mr. Crew Cut..."
>He grins, a glint of gold showing in his parted lips.
>He opens Garrison's cage and gestures toward the hallway that Ikra came from minutes earlier. He begins to walk toward it and addresses Garrison without turning his head back.
"Meet me upstairs /Sir Gary/, I need to talk with you before your fight."
>Bomber leaves the room and Garrison leans in to Ikra and speaks with a hushed tone.
"You're nothing but a slave to him, you remember that right?"
>Her eyes narrow and her lips form a thin line before she retorts, mirroring his quiet tone.
"He can be a bit sketchy, but he's way better than all of the other thugs around here! He raised me! He made sure that you stayed alive when you were carried here half dead!"
>Garrison feels rage flare up in his core, and he tries his hardest to keep his volume under control.
"Raised you?! I don't know how he got you, but it wasn't anything legitimate! He enslaved you, threw you in a cage, makes you fight monsters for coin, coin that you never see! And me?!"

>>30199841
>He gestures to his branded flank.
"He took everything from me! My men, my career, and he damn near took my sanity! He'll throw me out the second I'm no longer profitable."
>Apprehension shows on her face. She closes her eyes and shakes her head. When she speaks, she only addresses Garrison's last point, seemingly ignoring everything that was said before.
"He...he wouldn't do that. He's good to all of his employees, he makes sure they're well taken care of!"
>Garrison rolls his eyes at the mention of "employees."
"Is that what he tells you? I suppose everyone who's ever left his "employ" left for a harmless reason then. How many were removed for being "sick," or "earning their freedom?" You're smarter than this..."
>Ikra bites her lower lip with sharpened teeth as he trails off and giver her a cold stare.
>The moment is short-lived as Bombers voice calls out from the hall.
"Garrison! I'm waiting...!"
>They share a final glance as Garrison turns to leave and two guards enter to escort Ikra to her cage.
>She chokes out a "good luck" before he's completely out of the room, he doesn't look back.
>Bomber waits for him down the narrow hallway, the metal door at the end leading to a cage in the arena and guarded by two thugs.
"Discussing battle strategies with Ikra I take it?"
>Bomber asks, eyeing Garrison curiously.
>Garrison grumbles out a response.
"Yeah, something like that, what did you want to talk about?"
>Bomber begins to pace back and forth as he answers. Garrison follows him with his eyes.
"The single matches are good money makers, but we could do better. I've got a fine roster of fighters in my corner, and I believe I could enter you guys into the team fights."

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>>30199845
>Garrison's jaw hangs low. The team fights were even more dangerous than the regular single duels with gladiators or monsters, they pitted teams against other teams...or even bigger monsters!
>Bomber continues, ignoring Garrison's shock.
"You'd make a good leader for the team. I hear you sometimes, giving tactical advice to your fellow slaves. You've taken quite a shine to my little girl Ikra, I take it you fancy her as a mate?"
>A slight blush strikes Garrison, he didn't expect such an accusation.
"It's not like that..."
>Bomber raises his eyebrows. He's surprised at Garrison's answer. Ikra is exotic and beautiful, that's part of the reason she's such a fan favorite, it's odd to find a pony who doesn't see her in such a way.
>Bomber hums in amusement.
"Well, that's good, because you may find yourself in a position where you'll have to sacrifice her to save yourself."
>Garrisons face hardens, and he stares intensely.
"A good leader puts his troops before himself."
>Bomber laughs and puts an arm around his shoulder.
"Good answer boy, I-"
>Garrison interrupts him and shrugs off Bomber's arm.
"And I seem to be more concerned with Ikra's well-being than you've ever been!"
>Bomber's eye twitches as his face becomes deadly calm.
>The guards by the door take a step forward and ready their spears, but Bomber raises a hoof to stop them.
>Bomber speaks in a low but cold voice, his crazy, twitchy eyes staring holes through him.
"Despite what you may think, Ikra means a lot to me."
>Garrison feels the fire in his belly again, and he involuntarily spits out a retort.
"Yeah, she means a lot of money to you!"
>Bomber's mouth bends into a frown, and he growls.
"I'm going to ignore this little outburst because you have a fight to win. You won't get another warning..."

Does anybody have the pastebin or name of the author/green where Anon winds up in Equestria as a dragon and ends up in a relationship with Pinkie?

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>>30194101
>>30194107
>>30194112
>>30199841
>>30199845
>>30199853

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>>30198863
Outfits are fun.

>>30200144
And in the case of your pic, adorable.

>>30193369
Don't forget

Emerald
http://pastebin.com/sMzKpmz7

Sir Booplesnoot Von Fluffytufts II
>>29427225

They are kinda dead but I loved these two.

>>30200326
Speaking of dead. Has anyone had word from Woofr if he's going to continue Reflection or not?

>>30200528
Woofr's been mia from the thread and the discord for a while, though he hasn't said why. He still had ideas for the story, I think he just went to take a break or write somewhere else for a while

>>30200528
Woofr is kill.

>>30200326
rip
Also DragonAnon and teacher Spike thread OP.

Continuing "Art of Theft"
“Pardon?”
>The horse smirks a bit, noting your confusion.
>”You heard me! I just saved you back there.”
>Sighing a bit, you start digging out some money.
>”No, no, I don’t want that! I can get money anywhere. I’m more interested in using your services!”
>Great, now you’re getting roped into some new job.
>It beats getting thrown in jail though.
>Then again, you aren’t sure what it is yet they’ll have you be doing.
>Despite their cute appearances, some of these horses have quite the mean streak.
“Look, I don’t just do requests, I have some pretty strict standards.”
>The horse scoffs a bit, as something strange happens.
>What was once an average looking pony has turned into… you.
>The grey scales, the brown eyes, the spines going down your back…
>Every detail replicated in perfect detail!
>”Now then…” the copycat says in your voice.
>”We can start discussing our business together, or I can start making things very rough for you in town~”
>You’re in between a rock and a hard place right now.
“One thing first… how the fuck did you do that?”

>>30201931
>Changing back to the pony they were before, they start explaining.
>”In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m a Changeling.”
“The fuck is a changeling?”
>It looks at you, raising an eyebrow.
>Are shapeshifters common knowledge here or something?
>Horse Land gets more and more insane by the minute…
>”Changelings can take on the form of others.”
“Well, I put /that/ much together.”
>”Then maybe don’t look so confused when I say I’m a Changeling, it’s even in the name!”
>They’ve got you there.
>”Anyways, now that we’ve got that out of the way, I need you to acquire something for me.”
“And that is?”
>”I need this horse’s most prized possession.”
“If you look like her, why don’t you just go and take it yourself?”
>”Because I don’t know what it is!”
“...Then why do you need it?”
>The “Changeling” sighs, annoyed at you.
>”Because then I can feed on their love of it, if it’s that important to them, it’s got to be imbued with love, right?”
“How the hell would I know? I swear it’s always about love and friendship with you horses…”
>”Don’t lump me in with ponies!”

>>30201955
“I don’t think I can do that, in fact, I know I can’t.”
>The changeling frowns, anger flashing on their face.
“I need to get out of this town fast, you know that big estate not too far off? The owner is out for my head, staying here any longer is me asking for trouble.”
>Sighing, the changeling looks back at the town.
>”How much time could you spare?”
“At most? A day. But I’ve got to get out of here. I don’t care what rumors and stuff you spread, I need to leave. If I don’t have an actual thing to steal, I can’t steal it.”
>With that, you turn to leave.
>If what they threatened you with has any credence, you might night have extra caution when in any nearby towns.
>”Wait a second! You still owe me! I… I have another idea!”
“And that is?”
>”If you need to get out of here fast, you can steal someone else’s most prized possession! In a town where you have time to figure that out! I can just tag along with you until then!”
>Something tells you they aren’t going to leave you alone until you agree.
>But, maybe having a shapeshifter around might be useful…
>Being able to vouch for you and all like they did back there is a pretty nice benefit.
>Fuck it, it’s that or have them start ruining things even more.
“Sure, whatever, just be sure to listen to me if I tell you to do something.”

>>30201968
>After waiting for them to gather their belongings, the two of you set out.
>Their current form is some other horse, this one with a more tawny coat.
>”This guy is always on the road, nobody would be surprised to see him leave town” they insist, their voice a now male tenor.
“So uh… are you biologically male or female?”
>That’s assuming these things even have a gender.
>”In my actual form, I am a female. My name is Cimex.”
“The name’s Art.” You reply.
>The two of you walk in silence for a while.
>She tries breaking that silence.
>”Don't see many dragons like you around.”
“You mean dragons that are thieves?”
>”No, dragons that are /smart/. Did you actually grow up with other dragons?”
“Not really.”
>She looks over at you, expecting you to elaborate.
“It’s a long story.” You explain.
>Shrugging, she turns her gaze back to the road.
>A long story…
>That's not even the half of it.
>You can't help but think back to your last days before winding up here.

>>30201977
It's shit.

>>30202071
Care to tell why? Constructive pointers leads to progress.

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>>30198841

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>>30202578
Could I get the quick rundown on this saucy succubus?

>>30202617
A parkour graffiti artist from a big city is transported to Equestria as a dragon. Celestia tries to help her fit in

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>>30199553
limited times to be away/out of water
having to do tasks.

sort of a monkeys paw deal, each encouter with discord has slight repercussions with your surroundings or self, only really panning out once discord has finished having his fun with you

Too many cute draggos for me to handle. Which one is best dragon?

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Top purity

>>30204702
>there are at least two semi-lewd stories and one lewd one
>there is at least one lewd pic featuring both
>purity
They're about as pure as Daze's vocabulary.

>>30200326
>Emerald
Anon pls

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is comfy anon still around?

>>30201977
A dreg and a changeling. I'd love to see the offspring

>>30205334
What's wrong?

>>30206590
It hurts to know all these authors and their stories are dead.

>>30206611
nice numbers
Maybe they are watching? Maybe they see the interest in us and maybe they think "hey, there are people who still care about my green! It's about time to deliver some!"

I like still like the thread and it's greens right now...
But I still miss these writefriends

>>30203260
I'd always take a discord deal, he's a bro

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Someone proposed a stoner dragon green at some point.
Is it happening or what?

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Alright, ready to post my (now revised) version of this story. Big thanks to (based) Laskaris for drawing Addy. Makes writing about her so much easier, as I can actually visualise her a little bit.

First part I am keeping short, as it'll act as more of an introduction to the two characters than an actual part of the plot.

>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 orange body clad in armour, and ruffled brown hair are outlined in the moonlight, all the while given a warm glow 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?

>>30208084
>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.
>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.

>>30208092
>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."
>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.

>>30208102
>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]
>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.

>>30208111
>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.
>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]

>>30208119
"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.
>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.

>>30208128
>You grab down at your ankle, unhooking your trusty boot-knife, 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.
>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.

>>30208138
>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.."

That's it for now. Pastebin link: https://pastebin.com/KDCARVRg

Feedback would be appreciated m80's.

>>30208150
Good shit, m8.

Are all stories here OC based?

>>30208538
Yes. Why?

>>30208550
Do they /have/ to be? Like, what if somebody did a story about Spike or Ember? Would that be okay? I'm not huge on OCs, so I'm wondering if you guys allow people to write non OC. I'm not much of a writer, but it might be worth sticking around if some green I'd like shows up. Or art. Or anything really.

>>30208564
If you want Spike or Ember greens, got to a Spike thread or an Ember thread. If there aren't any, make one.

>>30208564
So far there hasn't been any stories focusing mainly on canon dragons, but they're welcome of course.

>>30208564
Ignore >>30208575. Spike and Ember are dragons, they are 100% welcome here. I'd like to see some more Spike focused stories.

>>30208575
In case you haven't noticed anon, we're a "Dragons in Equestria" thread now. Even before hand anybody could have written about Spike, Ember, or whoever. This place is just about dragons, we rebranded to draw in people who are interested in just dragons in general.

>>30208564
So no, they don't have to be OCs. We just happen to have a bunch of OC green right now. I for one welcome canon character green with open arms.

>>30208564
They don't have to be OC stories. What that Anon above said is incorrect - I'd welcome stories about *any* dragons.

>>30208642
How about a green where a dragon actually does /ss/ for once. I think the dragon's name should start with a T, it's a strong letter. Wouldn't you agree?

>>30208660
Twilight x Tonic OTP

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>>30199853
>Ikra's nostrils flare in annoyance as Garrison's footsteps grow further away, their argument still fresh in her head.
>The guards approach her and lead her to the cage that she's called home for years, and for the first time, she actually resists them.
>The two ponies get on either side of her and grab her by the back of the neck, pushing her toward the opening in the cage.
>Ikra flails her head and lets loose a feral hiss, prompting them to let go and step away from her, obviously surprised at her sudden and uncharacteristic aggression toward them.
>She mutters curses under her breath as she begrudgingly escorts herself behind the metal bars.
>Once inside, the guards quickly lock her in and take off. Ikra plants her flank on the floor of the cage and hangs her head.
>"You're nothing but a slave." Garrison's words ring in her ears, cutting her deep.
>He's been telling her this for a long time, but only now has she listened.
>Bomber is family. He raised her, he taught her how to take care of herself, he's built an empire and provided for her. It's only fair that she fights in his tournaments to repay him.
>That's what she's been telling herself, that's what /Bomber's/ been telling her, but there's a bigger picture that Ikra has been blind to her whole life.
>The bigger picture only became known to her when Garrison showed up, and she hadn't even believed him, not until today. The pain in his eyes when he mentioned his men haunts her.
>A vision of Uncle Bomber enters her head. Broad, strong, eccentric, and confident. He always knew how to make her smile, he's always known just what to say in every situation, he's her role model!
>For her to suddenly think of him as a slaver, a murderer of innocents, a ruthless tyrant...
"Are you okay?"
>Garrison's voice speaks up from the cage to her left. Ikra tenses up, expecting to look over and see the former soldier, but when she turns her head she feels foolish.

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>>30208857
>With all of the gears turning in her head, she had all but forgotten that she wasn't alone in the room. Sitting in the corner of their own specialized cage is the crystal dragon, Vista.
>Another one of Bomber's fan favorite attractions, Vista the "one and only crystal dragon" is probably the most intimidating fighter at the stadium.
>His lethality is so assured, so absolute, that fights against him are timed survival challenges rather than death matches.
>There aren't many fights that Ikra would shy away from, but she wouldn't take him on even if she had Dragonlord Torch backing her up.
>Luckily, she doesn't have to. Both of them belong to Bomber, so he spares them the dangers of fighting one another.
>"No money to be made if both of my best fighters are dead!" Bomber would say. Though now, Ikra would bet that he'd probably sacrifice them both for a good enough price.
>Vista hasn't always been like this though, Ikra remembers a time when he was just a regular dragon, a blue one if she recalls correctly.
>Ikra was younger when Vista was hauled into the stadium for the first time. He was beyond angry, and he took it out on his opponents.
>After a while though, he succumbed to a strange illness brought on by a very rare breed of magic symbiotic crystal.
>Bomber had told Ikra that Vista must have picked it up before they brought him in, But she now suspects that the crystal was introduced to him purposely.
>She watched in horror day after day, night after night, as the living rock spread up his legs and slowly encompassed his body in a quite painful display.
>She would be apprehensive to back to her cage, lest she bare witness to his suffering any longer.
>He spent the better part of a week curled into a ball, moaning in agony as the crystal enveloped his body.

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>>30208867
>When it was finally over, Ikra couldn't tell how much of him was still organic. To this day she still isn't sure if the crystal is just an armor, or if it's actually part of him now.
>The usually iridescent crystal seems to favor a certain color based on his perceived emotion, and his red eyes are the only untouched hint of his previous self.
>Much of his dexterity has been replaced by invulnerability, and some of the crystal likes to occasionally break off and spread its influence, hence his special enchanted cage.
>Perhaps the most curious of his new traits is his method of communicating. With the majority of his body being stiff and statuesque, he is no longer able to talk like he used to.
>Instead, through some strange properties of the crystal, he is able to capture sound vibrations and subsequently use them to speak in other ponies' voices.
>The only downside is that he can only replicate things that ponies have already said, resulting in his vocabulary being limited, and his speech being an amalgamation of different voices.
>Vista's chosen question to Ikra just now happens to be one previously stolen from Garrison, resulting in her confusion.
>Vista stares at her from the corner of his cell, the softness in his eyes betraying his intimidating exterior.
"Are you okay?"
>He repeats the question perfectly. Same voice, same tone.
>Ikra shakes herself free of her thoughts.
"I don't know Vista...I think Garrison might be right about Uncle Bomber."
>If Vista could sigh in exasperation, he would. He opts instead to roll his eyes.
"You...think?"
>He says both words in different voices, and it didn't quite take on the sarcastic tone he was going for, but she gets what he means.

My first time messing around with 3rd person. Let me know if it seems ham-fisted

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>>30208878

>>30209191
>traitor mage
>writing anything good
PLS.

>>30209216
Don't worry YFA, I'm working on some /ss/ right now

>>30209240
Yeah. Sure. In other news, Hell just froze over.

>>30209265
I'm not Mage, but I think I've got a really good idea for an /ss/ green. 100%

>>30209271
It's not the same, anon.

>>30209279
But if Mage is so bad, why do you want him to do it?

What happened to the real tonic

>>30209295
Because he owes me.

>>30209295
He doesn't. He's a shitposter. Quit giving him (You)'s. He's not even interested in the general.

>>30208150
Looking forward to some of the crazy creatures we're gonna see

>>30210150
>>30208150
We could see some breezies, some hydras, maybe some of Discord's carnivorous plant vines left over from that one ordeal

>>30210553
Isn't Kola doing a changeling in his story too? That's a "crazy creature"

>>30210584
Changelings are waifu material, not creatures.

>>30211078
Is Cimex your new waifu?

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>>30211110
Those digits. Rip.

The beautiful thing about her is that she can be any waifu

>>30211328
But what about when she's not in disguise? New Changelings and old Changelings look very different. Would one of them be less hawt than the other?

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could always go for some guy dragons,, many atempts at winning affection with poorly thought out pickup lines

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>>30211728
True. We can achieve the balance with some dudes

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>>30212533
>>30212891
Too hot

I think I'm ready to continue Tonic whenever you guys are, though I am having fun with Ikra as well. Let me know what you guys want to see

>>30213166
I'm game for either. I would love to see some Tonic, though.

>>30213166
Ikra is the best.

>>30213180
>>30213433
I think I'll update Ikra one or two more times and then get back to Tonic next week

>>30211366
I think the majority of people prefer the original ones.

>>30213767
Either way, it'll be shit.

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Threadly reminder that Daze is best dragon

>>30215081
Agreeable.

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>>30215804
Would cuddle/10
>>30215204
>>30215081
I wonder what Daze would say if you said that to her face.

>>30215856
Y-you too... Cunt.

>>30208878
>The hybrid hangs her head once more. How could she have been so blind to what everyone else could see?
>Bomber always said that he rescued her as a filly, but does she even believe that anymore?
>He raised her to have a trusting slave totally in his thrall, not because he wanted to rescue an abandoned filly!
>He taught her how to fight so he could use her, not because he wanted his daughter to be able to take care of herself!
>He kept up the facade so no one could tell her otherwise, and it worked for so long.
>She can feel her blood start to boil. He doesn't care about her, he never did!
>She feels rage at Bomber's life long betrayal, and also the greatest shame she's ever felt for being a willing tool.
>Her eyes start to burn as she holds back tears. What do Vista and Garrison think of her? She had always defended Bomber vehemently, they must think of her as a naive filly!
>She thinks that she should feel more sad than she does, given that her role model has been using her her entire life, but she feels anger over everything else.
>She wants to slice him open so he'll feel just as gutted as she does!
>Ikra seethes for a few more moments before the door to her right opens again, and in walk the guards from before with two buckets of anomalous meat.
>Such is the food around here. Garrison tells her that even the vegetarian stuff that they give him is disgusting, but that's the beauty of having dragon tastebuds.
>Thankfully, the questionable meat isn't for Ikra. Rather, it's for the two kobolds in the cell across from her and next to Garrison's.
>The sibling kobolds, Tooth and Nail are also old friends of Ikra's, if you could call them that. It would be more accurate to call them her cultists...
>The kobolds of old were always servants of the dragons, though over time their numbers dwindled significantly as they were constantly on the front lines of any and every conflict.

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>>30215998
>What little kobolds remain still follow the the dragon blooded fervently. Tooth and Nail took an immediate liking to Ikra when they were first brought in, and ever since have treated her like some kind of demigoddess.
>The two bronze kobolds lay sleeping on the floor of their cell, exhausted by their fight earlier today.
>One of the guards, a unicorn, levitates both buckets of disconcerting chum and dumps it onto the kobolds' sleeping forms.
>Naturally, the near-dragons spring awake and begin noisily eating the meat off of each other.
>The female, Nail, even goes so far as to bite her brother's arm as she excitedly devours the pungent food. This prompts Tooth to yip and deliver a swift punch to Nail's face, knocking her head back and sending her sprawling onto her back.
>The two guards look at each other with disturbed faces as the questionably sentient lizards scuffle, trying to get the most of the slop off of the floor, and they make their way out of the room.
>It isn't long before all of the meat is consumed. Ikra almost forgets about her anger as she observes the rabid duo licking up the remnants of their meal off of the floor with forked tongues and manic eyes.
>Ikra thinks about the guards. Each time a new rotation is brought in to feed the kobolds, they react the same way: with those signature looks of disgust and apprehension.
>She chuckles at the thought, and the two siblings snap their heads up at the sound of her voice and begin shouting in their shrill voices.
>Nail is the first to speak, jumping up and bouncing around excitedly.
"Tooth! She's back! The mighty Ikra is back from her fight with the brute!"
>Tooth gives a primal scream and gesticulates wildly.
"Was there any doubt?! Facing a foe twice her size, the indomitable Ikra never falters! She could fight a hundred Mauls!"
>Nail grips the bars of her cell and tries to squeeze her head through the gaps, gazing at Ikra excitedly.
"Teach us your ways! Help us ascend to the level of dragon!"

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>>30216009
>She begins rocking back and forth, still gripping the bars as if to try and bend them out of place, but they only rattle in response.
>Ikra scratches the back of her neck.
"I keep telling you guys, I don't know what that means..."
>She doesn't know what they're always going on about, probably some esoteric kobold religion.
>Teach them her ways? They've won more fights than she has! Help them ascend? What does that even mean?!
>Their commotion is quieted by the sound of the door to Ikra's right opening yet again.
>She glances over to see who it is this time, and she immediately scowls.
>A Pegasus strides into the room, his tan fur free of dirt, and his red hair styled to perfection.
>That pompous, self inflicted smile belongs to none other than Zenith: one of Bomber's lieutenants, and perpetual thorn in Ikra's side.
>Really, their roles should be reversed, as Zenith probably hates Ikra more. She thinks it's because of his sycophantic nature.
>'He's just mad because Uncle Bomber always paid more attention to me.' She thinks.
>Regardless of the reason, Zenith and Ikra have been enemies ever since they first met.
>Zenith had just been starting out as a new lieutenant. Being ever eager to prove his usefulness, he pointed out that Ikra didn't have to be a fighter, that she could be much more profitable as a courtesan.
>Bomber almost had Zenith's head for suggesting it. Ikra /tried/ having his head for suggesting it.
>After that day, they loathed each other. Zenith couldn't touch her because of Bomber, but Ikra couldn't touch him because she was a slave.

>>30211728
>>30212174
My hands are a bit full with stories, but maybe I can think of one in the future. For now, we have Vista and Art at least

>>30216673
And Jazz

>>30216673
>>30216735
They all need to go out on the town. Vista needs a tuxedo

>>30217269
Jazz distracts random ponies while Art robs them blind.

So, Art and Cimex are beginning their adventure. I do have to ask though, what do you want to see next? I can continue Art's story, but there's other stuff I can do. Morgan's story could use some updates, and a part of me wants to do a one off with Flamel. What would you guys like to see?

>>30217526
Flamel maybe

>>30217526
None of the above.

>>30193369

how many fa/tg/uys here?

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Tipsy bump

>>30217526
We haven't seen flamel for a long time, that could be fun

>>30217373
Ocean's 3 dragons

Need more dragons in my life bump

You guys have any ideas for unique fighters or monsters for our gladiators to fight? What could pose a challenge to our heroes

>>30218012
I frequent /tg/. That's where I got the idea for Hybrid Theory in the first place

>>30219946
Hydra
>>30218012
Never been to /tg/ in my life, but I know that a few of the writers and artists here lurk around there.

>>30218193
Can someone post the whole thing?

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I return with a short update. Enjoy.
>>30208150
>You are awoken to the calming sound of the river running along the creek that trails along the back of Anons camp.
>You are Addy, and you really aren't a morning kinda' dragon.
"Gaaaahhh ~ ! [Yawn]"
>You stretch out a little, causing your back and hips to crack a little.
>Oh gosh, that feels good.
>Not time to get up yet, though.
>Nah-ah, nope, no thank you.
>Kinda too light out to go back to sleep though.
>You let out a little sigh as you roll over onto your side and poke your head out of the hammock that Anon strung up for you, just so you can stare over at his tent.
>Looks like it's been zipped open, he must have headed out to the river to do some woodsman stuff or something.
>You've only been here for a couple of days, but you've tried your best to talk to Anon.
>He seems really nice.
>Too bad your social skills suck.
>You've kinda' always been like that.
>Sort of explains why you never really fit in back at home.
>You had a dream about it last night. You were back there.
>You were a little hatchling again, being told stories of a wonderful place called Ponyville, just on the other side of the Everfree Forest, where (you guessed it!) the ponies lived.
>Or at least you thought it seemed wonderful anyways.
>From what little interaction, and what little knowledge you have in regards to ponies; They seem much friendlier, and generally much more caring than your own kind.
>Then again, being more caring than a dragon isn't exactly the greatest achievement in the world.
>That manticore that tried to eat you and Anon was all-around a pretty swell guy in comparison to most of the dragons you knew of at home.
>Because of the way dragon society can be, you were always taught to be much more aggressive than you ever felt naturally capable of, and as soon as the cracks began to show? Nobody wanted to be seen dead with you.

>>30221599
>As a kid in the dragon lands, it was pretty tough being different. Dragons tend to stick together at that age, and compete with each other over, well.. Just about anything, really.
>That's the main reason you felt compelled to leave and try to reach Ponyville in one piece.
>You always felt much happier sitting around making daisy chains on the grassy little patches that grew in the crack of light at the back of your favourite cave.
>That's all behind you now though. Leaving wasn't easy, but you did it, and you definitely can't go back now.
>Dragon defectors are seen as weak, and that's a *really* bad dealio' if you're caught after a runaway attempt.
>Gotta' keep those numbers strong and all..
>You shake the thought from your head as you go back to your previous thought.
>What was that again.. Oh right!
>Anon, or to be more specific; Anon *the human* as he later explained.
>He's a little weird, and he comes out with some strange things, but you honestly find him really interesting.
>Even before actually *meeting* him, you kinda' liked watching him from your little hole through the bushes.
>Day in, day out, he'd wake up, do his routine, and go off into the forest to mess around doing survivally things.
>.. And you sort of just sneaked into his camp and well.. Shared some of his things..
>Yeah.. Shared..
[Cough]
>.. Okay, so maaaaaybe you stole some of Anons things!
>It's okay though! You explained to him why you did it, and he doesn't seem *too* mad about it.
[Nervous Laughter]
>He even offered to help you make your way through the forest, albeit in exchange for some of your jewellery that you brought with you from home.
>One item a day, and you've got yourself a forest guide! Not too shabby!
>You probably won't need it by the time you reach Ponyville anyways. Anon says that he lives pretty deep into the forest, so it should take round' about 3 days to get there? You've waited 19 years and 6 months to get there. 3 more days ain't gonna' kill you.

>>30221607
>It's been one heck of a wait, but you're finally going to complete your journey.
>You haven't really shared an awful lot about yourself, but Anon was quite insistent on at least knowing some of your background.
>Makes sense, y'know, considering that dragons aren't exactly known for being the most trustworthy of characters.
>Oh well, at least you won't have to worry about being judged for much longer. Ponyville awaits!
>You smile at the thought, as you finally decide to sit up on the edge of your hammock, blowing your hair out of your face.
>Holding your cloak firmly around you, you stand up with a groan and blink a couple of times to get the sleep out of your eyes.
>Maybe you could go and wash yourself off in the river.
>You're due to set off tomorrow, and you highly doubt that Anon would be willing to walk you through the forest if you smell like a corpse.
>You wonder what he's up to anyway..

That's it for tonight. Told you it'd be a short one. Feedback is always appreciated, and I'm always open to suggestions if anyone has them.

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>>30221617
>Short
>I only post three at a time
>feelsbadman

Very good btw

>>30221617
I like the fact that you've set a goal in this exploratory phase and an estimated timeline. If things go off the rails we're set to feel a bit of the pressure, but Addy is a cutie for certain.

>>30222161
>tfw I feel cheap if I don't post a big enough update
>tfw I'm scared everyone will hate my stuff, so I feel like I have to post bigger parts as to not disappoint anyone
Life is suffering.
>>30222170
Thanks. Outline for the story is there, but a couple of things may change along the way. We shall see.

>>30220968
A hydra would be pretty lit. Seems like a worthy foe for such a dangerous team.

>>30221504
Dragon auntie when?

>>30224210
Since there's demand I think I'll do a Flamel one off. Probably more light hearted and less serious than my main greens.

>>30193369
Oh, I like the op pic :3

>>30223372
Cute

>>30224256
That said, if you've got ideas for what the basic plot could be, feel welcome to share.

>>30224256
No thanks.

>>30225194
What would you like to see more of then? I was asking to gauge what people wanted for a reason.

>>30225234
write lewds

>>30225190
Flamel could imply that she'd be a better detective than Khoa, and so they challenge each other to see who can solve a case more quickly. Khoa can get Daze to help and Flamel could drag Tonic with her because she's "not gonna ask the magician to help"

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>>30225725
Think I can actually roll with this, could be a fun one off.

>>30225725
>>30226401
DO IT FAGGOT

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404? no, no, no.

As a brief intermission from my main greens, here's the start of a quick green centering on Flamel, a character who is far more popular than I initially expected. If you aren't familiar, check out "The Universal Solvent" (unfinished) to get an idea as to who Flamel is and what things are like.

>How absolutely infuriating.
>You are the one and only Flamel, a mind so vastly brilliant you bridged dimensions.
>Yet, somehow of the other former humans you’ve encountered, you are the least famous.
>Amongst them are close friends to the royals, an alchemist, an investigator.
>Even the idiot Brit at least carries a reputation.
>None of these dragons are deserving of such fame.
>Tonic just ripped off coffee and passed it off as her own idea!
>Some of them just bullshitted their way into the castle like that insipid magician.
>And Khoa has no actual experience in forensics!
>How can so many untalented hacks gain fame while you simply sit on the side is unfathomable.
>Perhaps you should take things into your own hands.
>If they could snatch fame so easily, it should be no contest for you to wrench fame from one of them.
>Despite Tonic’s alchemy lining up most with your skill set, they’re at least competent at what they do.
>They’ve studied alchemy, so in a way, they have worked towards making themselves worth the fame despite their initial farse.
>But Khoa?
>She’s no detective, not really.
>Granted, you’re not one either, but you’re a fucking genius.
>Your deduction skills will outclass her any day of the week.
>Standing up, you decide to work at this in a the most rational, agreeable way possible.
>Time to go get your job!

>>30227389
“What do you mean you won’t fire the bitch?!”
>The captain of the guard looks at you, blinking in confusion.
>”I assume you’re referring to Khoa?”
“Well of /course/ I am you dipshit!”
>”Well… for one she’s got over a year of experience with us and hasn’t let us down yet, and secondly we’d need a replacement.”
>Taking a deep breath, you point at yourself.
“Perfect replacement, right fucking here!”
>”Are you also an investigator?”
“Better: I’m a genius. From a young age I’ve been levels ahead of any of my peers. I have invented devices without the feeble crutch of magic that you would not even begin to be able to comprehend! My brain could easily be classified as a weapon of mass destruction!”
>Shining Armor stares at you for a moment, no doubt stunned by your speech.
>”But have you solved any crimes?”
“No but-”
>”Then I’m afraid Khoa has you beat, and we’re not letting her go just because you want the job. If you want to join the guard however, it would give Daze a partner to allow Khoa to focus more on investigations.”
>You snarl a little with indignation as you storm out.
>You’re not going to work as a common grunt, especially not with that cunt from across the pond.
>Looks like you’ll need a bit more finesse in getting your job.

>>30227394
>Seeing as how you can’t just have her outright fired, you decide to speak with Khoa instead.
>She’s not on guard duty today, so she’s probably in her house reading some bloated novel.
>You let yourself in once you arrive, she has no right to deny you access anyways.
>Khoa is in the kitchen, making tea from the looks of it.
>”Why hello Flamel, thank you for being polite and knocking.” she says in a dry, smarmy tone.
>Fucking bitch.
“Look, Khoa, why do you keep up this investigator farce? We all know you’re not a detective.”
>”I wasn’t one before hand no, but I’ve become one.”
“You /pretend/ to be one, just like you pretend to have gone to Harvard!”
>You point at that gaudy sweater she’s wearing, a cheap knockoff of an actual one.
>”Daze got this for me, they don’t know much about US Universities, I don’t claim to be from Harvard.”
>You scoff a bit, sitting at their table.
“Regardless, you’re not qualified! Why, I doubt you could even deduce a hypothetical murder with all the clues to find the murderer in plain sight!”
>She raises her eyebrow, not convinced.
>”You’d probably just rig it.”
>Now, you wouldn’t go that low.
>It’s not satisfying to cheat something, you need to prove your superiority!
“Trust me, when it’s explained after you get it wrong, it’ll be very obvious!”
>”Lay it on me then.” she says sighing.
>You’re going to make her feel like a fucking idiot.

>>30227402
“The victim was found in their room without a single wound on their body, however there is blood in the room. On one wall of the room the letters R-A-C-H-E are written in blood-”
>Khoa instantly holds a finger in front of your face, as if to shush you.
>”Mr. Hope poisoned Enoch Drebber and the word rache was written with the blood from Hope’s bloody nose.”
>You close your mouth, annoyed.
>”Did you really try to fool a lit major with A Study in Scarlet?”
“Th-that was just a warm up round for you! To prove if you’re completely incompetent or not!”
>She crosses her arms, her irritation obviously growing.
>The fact that she’s got the upper hand right now is ungodly infuriating.
>This is all due to sloppiness on your end, trying to engage her in mind games was dumb.
>She’s just going to weasel her way through the ones she doesn’t know anyways!
>Abruptly standing up, you look down at her with a scowl.
“I’d like the files to whatever case you’re currently working on. I wish to conduct a private investigation. Consider this your Subpoena duces tecum.”
>”Isn’t that only for courts to call for evidence? You’re no court.”
>You’re very close to blowing up right now, but you’re better than that.
>”Besides, I don’t have any active investigations, I’ve just been pulling guard duty recently.”
“Then if you’re too incompetent to work on any cases, I’ll go find them myself!”
>With that, you storm out of her shitty house.

>>30227409
>It’s a few minutes later you’re sitting on Tonic’s shop counter.
>She’s stopped bitching about losing her comfy palace life recently, which is a slight improvement.
>”Coffee isn’t free you know.” she says coldly.
“And wood isn’t fire resistant, yet I see plenty of it here.”
>She shoots you a death glare as she starts preparing your drink.
>Just the way you like it too~
>If any of these dragons have any sort of value, it’s her just for being able to give you something half decent to drink.
>Unlike that cunt who won’t disclose where they got all the parts to make a still or share their haul.
>”You aren’t just here to extort coffee, are you?”
“Of course not! In fact, I’ve got quite the proposal for you!”
>For some reason, Tonic cringes at hearing that.
>Must have realized she’s making the coffee too slow or something.
>She’ll get it eventually!
“I’m going to be running a series of criminal investigations here shortly, and I think you could be of great assistance to me!”
>”Just go ask Khoa, she’d probably appreciate getting off guard duty for once.” Tonic suggests.
“That /hack/ isn’t going to be a royal investigator much longer, I intend to take their job!”
>She rolls her eyes as she hands you the drink.
>Taking a hearty sip, you go to continue your proposal.
“All you’d have to do is assist me! Legwork, research, basic stuff! Not that time is an issue for you with such a dead shop.”
>”I bet I’m doing better financially than you are.” she quips.
“Oh yeah, but we both know that’s from your ‘night job’.”
>”For the last goddamn time I’m not a prostitute!”
“You sure don’t carry yourself like you’re not one~”

That's what I've gotten written so far. If you have any thoughts or critiques, feel free to share. I'll have this in a paste soon.

>>30227417
Fucking kek. Flamel is the best kind of bitch

>>30227417
Flamel gets knocked the fuck out when

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>>30228191

Hype for Flamel, that fucking cunt

Tomorrow shall come the beginning of the story of Wayde, the leaf-tailed iguana

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>>30229207
Can't wait for the epic tale

>>30229675
Hella cute

>>30227417
Ponies offer to buy tonic's "services" because flamel keeps spreading the rumor. Tonic hunting flamel down ensues

Flamel is a goddess. Why don't we have more art? Laskaris? Purple? Come on guys!

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>>30231082
i dont have my shit together senpai, but ill have some stuff here and there soon

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lets test my luck,,lewdbamp

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Sleep is for the weak

>>30216013
>The air is knocked right out of Garrison's chest as he hits the ground with an audible "oof!"
>His vision goes blurry from the hit, and for a moment, the only things he can register are the deafening cheers of the crowd and the burning sand floor he's sprawled out on.
>His senses return to him as he feels the vibration from his opponent landing on the ground near him.
>Garrison snaps his head up and stands as quickly as he can. His opponent grants him no time to regain balance, and lunges at him again.
>The former captain's enemy, a female gryphon, has been quite literally flying circles around him, unleashing an unrelenting assault by flying into him while he remains helpless on the ground.
>Her current attempt at putting him back on the ground fails as Garrison shoves her away with a powerful hoof.
>She didn't have enough momentum to knock him down again, but she circles in the air, eager to try once more and finish him off.
>He growls in frustration as he tries to track her in the air, the bright desert sun leaving his eyes full of spots.
>'Just calm down.' Garrison thinks to himself, 'remember: you're an earth pony. Not being naturally talented means you have to think better than your opponent.'
>Garrison recalls his training. The gryphon dive-bombs him and he jumps out of the way at the last second. She sticks the landing and skids to a stop on all fours while her adversary runs to the edge of the arena, effectively cornering himself.
>'There,' he thinks, 'She can't fly around me anymore. She'll be forced to take me head-on.'

>>30233538
>The feathered gladiator grunts as she wheels around to face Garrison.
"Just give it up /earth pony/, your misbegotten kind has always been the weakest race!"
>She flings taunts at him as she lowers her head, preparing for a final charge.
>'She thinks I'm weak. Good.' Garrison knows the greatest advantage he can have is his opponent's underestimation.
>He widens his stance, preparing for the coming impact.
>His enemy doesn't disappoint. She kicks off into the air, leaving a cloud of sand in her wake, and charging right toward him at top speed.
>No jumping out of the way this time, she'll see it coming for sure. Sometimes tactics require sacrifice, not every victory can be achieved flawlessly.
>Within seconds, he closes his eyes as the gryphon plows into him, slamming him into the painfully solid stone wall behind him. His whole world vibrates, and little pebbles fall on both of them as they're shaken free from the stone.
>He's paid the price, but he won't count the cost. The thing that other races don't consider about earth ponies is that even though they don't have tough scales, wings, talons, or magic, they've always been stronger physically.
>Garrison grunts as he hits the wall, but it sounds more like a hearty laugh, causing his opponent to raise her eyebrows.
>It hurt. It hurt like Tartarus, but he can shake it off. She however, cannot.
>He grits his teeth in something reminiscent of a smile, and wraps his front legs around her. His back legs take root in the sand, and he spins her around, slamming her into the wall.
>'Gryphons are part bird. Their bones are less dense than most creatures so they can take flight more easily.'

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>>30233541
>She makes hard impact, sending the breath out of her lungs and leaving her dazed.
>With her still against the wall seeing stars, Garrison steps back and takes a running start, ramming her into the wall.
>He almost vomits then and there as he hears the audible crunch of his challenger's bones, and the subsequent scream she lets out.
>Sweet Celestia, seeing her crumpled form in the now bloodied sand is almost too much.
>He is again reminded of the crowd as they erupt into a frenzy. They call for blood.
>He backs away again slowly, not wanting to look at the pain he's caused. She was just a slave, just like him. He had to save himself, but she didn't deserve this...
>The crowd starts chanting, calling for her death, but he can't bring himself to even move.
>It's only then that he feels a specific pair of eyes on him. Bomber's eyes. Garrison hears his voice so clearly despite the cacophony of shouting around him.
"Do it, boy!"
>Garrison picks up a large rock nearby and makes his way toward the gryphon's broken, writhing, and moaning form.
>'It's the right thing to do.' He tells himself, 'if I leave her alive, she won't receive adequate medical treatment. She'll suffer...'
>The gryphon tries to look at him, but her eyes keep shutting tight from the pain of her broken ribs, probably puncturing a few organs.
>He doesn't shut his eyes. He needs to see what he's about to do, what he's become.
"I'm sorry!"
>He shouts as he brings the massive rock down onto her head.

We game of thrones here.

>>30233550
Gruesome but a good reminder of the harshness of Garrison's reality and what's on the line every time in the arena.

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>>30229207
As promised, the beginning of a leaf-tailed Iguana's story.
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You are Rex, mighty King of the Everfree. For countless moons now you have ruled this land and all of its scaled inhabitants. You have successfully defended your lands against incursions from the alligators and adolescent hydras that come to test your borders. You have endured the wrath of countless temperamental cockatrices within your own realm to the point where they will no longer dare to stare you down. Despite the chaos of the weather above, you are never long without warm nourishing sun. Your world is almost perfect; all are provided for, except for you.
No, you have plenty of succulent fruit, juicy bugs, clean water, and delightful sunlight. You are healthy, nay, the height of magnificence of your species on display, but with no mate to bask in that display, you cannot be fully complete. You have scouted all of the land, and you know it well. This forest is your domain, there is no corner hidden from your sight. Yet there are no others around like you. The only other of your kind came from the pool in the dark cavern near your favorite sunning spot.

You remember it well.
One day whilst enjoying the full spectrum of the warm star above you chance to see a parade of pink glowing orbs rush their way through the foliage and disappear into a divot in the landscape, overgrown and otherwise of no significance. Upon later inspection--after your sunbath, of course--you find within the divot a small portal, leading to a large cavern, which is home to a cool body of water. The path is winding but steady enough for your grand frame. and you meander at your curious pace to glimpse closer the placid body, lit by the cool light of the plants growing about.
The surface is without motion; oddly there are no delicious water bugs, just a hazy blob, still as you are, at your end of the pool. Bending down to test the pool more closely, however, movement takes your eye.

>>30234104
As your eyes get closer the surface, you can distinctly see another face staring back.
A competitor? Does one challenge you in your own domain? This is within view of your favorite sunbathing spot, within your forest. You will certainly not share any female amidst your current dearth with any competitor. And yet, as you look, the interloper vanishes to show the rocky shapes below within the crystal clear pool. You have always been a proactive ruler, and rather than wait for this threat to rise on its own accord you do the brash and glorious deed. You plunge into the water, biting about blindly. For a moment, the world does a somersault about you, and you decide to retreat. finding nothing within the pool to bite, only strange turbulence. As your tail exits the water last, your attention is diverted backward as the splashing continues and a sharp pain lances through the left side of your tail.
Spinning about, your dewlap unfurls and you face your foe, taking a step back and holding yourself ready to strike. Luckily, the dull throb from your tail tells you that his bite did not connect fully, and you shall lose no scales to the assault. You hold yourself high, and proclaim your regal status to him. He seems taken aback, and then clambers ashore, assuming a similar stature and claiming to be the very same. You have never heard such insolence before this day, and you certainly won't share your mate with this duplicitous suitor when you do find her, that is most certain.

>>30234119
You dance about one another, lunging and parrying snaps of the jaw, clawing at one another whenever one falters. You trade blows for what seems like an eternity, impeccably well matched for the encounter. As the feud rages on, the two of you end up on the winding path exiting the cave, you holding the higher ground and slowly backing up as you sidestep and push away his attempts to bite, striking at him but to no avail. You can feel the breeze blowing over your back. A new interruption startles both of you, some of those terrible equines speaking in their loud tongue at the portal to the cave. For what little they are worth, however, their arrival is a boon, as both of you are distracted. You turn about, giving him a heavy check with your side, sending his hind legs off the side of the path, scrabbling for a claw hold with all limbs.
You move in, biting at his face and forelegs, enduring a few snaps of his jaws to your neck to knock him fully off, and he goes tumbling downwards into the foliage at the sides of the cave floor. You decide it is best to investigate the equine voices, because you are well aware of the dangerous spectacles that they bring to your domain. You move to get a view of the outside commotion just in time to glimpse the edge of a large stone moving over the lip of the cave entrance. Making quick time, you scramble up the sides of the cave mouth slip out as the large body sinks into place, plugging up the way.
As you scamper to the tree line, it seems the ponies didn't even see you, talking amongst themselves in their strange tongue to one another. After they leave, apparently satisfied with their deed, you move about the area, searching for any way in or out of the battlefield you knew lay just beneath the ground. Your eye is thorough, and there are no other ways in or out. The imposter will wither and starve down there without proper sunlight or food.

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>>30234128
Since then, you have never set eyes on another of your kind. You have kept a watchful eye around the area, checking the seal of the stone, which yet holds true; there is no way a rival could wriggle their way through. Reminiscing on the encounter, you are brought back to your current predicament, your life as an unwilling bachelor.

Today, you vow once more to get to the bottom of this dearth of eligible mates. You shall seek out the oracles of the ruin, the wise tortoises who may be the only ones in these lands to rival your age, and certainly the only to rival your wisdom. Perhaps she can shed light on the path to your future love life. You are the mighty and rightful king of these lands, surely the road ahead brings with it female companionship. You need only ask about your path to get there, and perhaps then you can get to the bottom of your problem.
The trek to the ruin, a strange place of stacked, square stones and oddly-colored inedible leaves is tranquil. Something about this structure is reassuring to you, but you cannot place exactly why. Perhaps it's the strange crystals embedded in the cavern walls that color your beloved sun in strange hues upon the ground. Perhaps it's all of the pretty colors in general. Yes, that must be it. You make a mental note to task your subjects with making the kingdom more colorful, later.
After a bit of a trudge around to an open section of the ruins with a pool of unending water, you come across one of your most peculiar subjects, the oracle. She is your height, a fair bit intimidating in that her mouth just as wide as she is tall. Her looks are also disarming, the way her ancient and shriveled form is held, weathered and weary. You lock eyes on her, and she grunts in greeting and acknowledgement of your gaze. She turns, beckoning you to follow, and as you do, she leads you to a covered bit of cavern attached to, instructing you to have a seat.

>>30234139
The stones are cool, though not uncomfortably so. Instead of prodding for why you would grace her with a visit, you are met with her matter-of-fact croaks proclaiming that it prophecy that you visit with your very questions in mind. Taken aback, you sit in a stupor and watch as she picks up a few leaves and a gleaming pod, her movements fluid despite her decrepit posture. Passing by you to the fountain, she retrieves her some water with the implement, and is soon before you once more as you sit in the cool, ominous chamber.
Still a bit stunned in the accuracy of her previous statements, it takes a few more moments before you snap to the happenings before you, your eyes gaining focus once more. Whilst muttering she pours the gathered water onto an indent in the stone before you, squeezing the leaves briefly between webbed fingers and letting them tumble into the shallow puddle. As they drift, she studies your face and the leaves. Her face betrays nothing, nor do you understand what manner of thing could be read such a display. This is why you come to the experts, and certainly your kingdom feels blessed for such a service as the oracle brings. Certainly she can't take that much longer to tell you what she sees, though. The leaves wind to a halt, one sunken, most off to the sides of the puddle, and one clinging half to the water's surface in the middle, half submerged.
She opens her mouth, and you breath a sigh of relief, knowing that you'll be one step closer to finding your beloved queen-to-be.

Well that is certainly a downer.
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End of Part 1. More coming within a week.
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>>30234152
I did not know I needed this. Thank you.

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>>30234128

>>30234152
He deserves to have a mate

boop

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>>30234152
I love it, you've done a very good job making Rex sound elevated but still sound like an animal

10/10

>>30234041
I've never seen game of thrones, so if there's any similarities in my story, they're coincidental

Is this a GoT thread?
can I discuss GoT here?

Discussion Question of the Day: Should Flamel grow vastly as a character, or stay a bitch and see little to no development?

>>30238243
I think she could stand to develope a bit. She doesn't have to stop being a bitch though. She has an inflated ego from being so successful, but maybe when all of the dragons start hating her for it, twilight gets a call from the map to solve a friendship problem. Then flamel tries not to vomit as twilight counsels her to be nicer. In the end she can learn to stop treating everyone like dirt, tho she can still be condescending

>>30234817
Top fucking kek

>>30237467
Sure, whatcha want to discuss?

>>30238243
Don't make her into a softie.

Sometime within the next few days I'll switch back to Tonic for a bit. Unless, of course, you guys want more ikra

Anything you want to see from zecora?

>inb4 sex scene

>>30241486
Zecora, of all creatures, putting Discord in his place for once.
May or may not involve voodoo.

Taking all bets: Ikra versus Daze, who would win?

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>>30242557
Give daze a piece of wood with a nail in it, and I think she could probably kill anything. I'll put $100 on Daze to win.

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Just want to ask something, as I wanna' take up a oneshot alongside Addy's story.

Would you guys be opposed to a cute Khoa and Daze story? I've been wanting to grow Daze's personality a bit, and I was thinking of something like this;

>Takes place before Khoa and Daze become an item, or may take place as they are becoming an item.
>Story would take place from Daze's point of view, and would focus on her developing feelings for Khoa.
>General theme of the story is Daze trying to woo Khoa and getting progressively frustrated in the process when it either doesn't work, or Khoa misinterprets it as Daze just being an asshole.
>Story would include Daze's inner monologues, and a fair amount of interaction between her and Khoa. May also shed some light on Daze's past, and introduce a new character to the mix in the process.

Won't spoil any plot points, just in case I do end up writing this, but let me know if you guys want this or not.

>>30242989
who's this girl? maybe moar?

>>30243134
You'd best do this. But don't let Addy die.

>>30243134
I need to see this smooth talking, tender Daze.

Now that life finally took the backseat and settled down, have a small update.
Also a pastebin because the last update broke due to a glitch in posting long posts and me not getting around to putting things up after it was settled. https://pastebin.com/8JKLWBg0

>You are now Bifrost and time seems to have gone out the window.
>According to this watch, you should’ve shut down about ten minutes ago.
>That said, you’re nowhere near tired.
>In fact, you’re practically buzzing with energy. Or is that just that thing in your chest?
>Was that what that fork did?
>Before you could process more of this information, there’s a knock on the door.
>“Excuse me? Is Bifrost still active in there?”
>You and princess friendship immediately turn towards the door.
>If you weren’t mistaken, that was Dr. Hooves.
>”Yeah, I’ll let you in in a bit.”
>Twilight is already in the process of clearing the very neat stack of books from the door to let them in.
>Because why not do that instead of teleport them in?
>In no time at all, your creator runs in in a panic.
>Chances are, he thought you were tearing apart the princess due to some bug.
>“Princess, I am so sorry. I didn’t realize he would go out at such an hour.”
”I don’t sleep. Sue me if I get bored.”
>”Yes, we’ll have to find a way to sort that out later. Until then, we need to get you charged lest we worry about another power failure.”
>Yeah, you’ll explain that power thing when you get home.
>He’ll get a kick out of that and probably lose sleep over working on that.
>Let’s let the guy sleep, he deserves it.

>>30244808

“That would be a good idea. I’ll be seeing ya Twilight.”
>”You two. Please, talk to me if Discord starts giving you any trouble.”
>Hooves’ eyes grow wide as he looks between the both of you.
>”Excuse me, who was doing what now?”
“Tomorrow.”
>”Bifrost, I need details. A god of chaos doesn’t simply talk to a pony without doing something.”
“I’ll explain tomorrow.”
>The two of you are halfway towards the lab by now.
>He’s been pestering you for quite some time.
>Why are the inventors always the stupidly inquisitive ones?
>Wait, he doesn’t know how your battery timer works. You could just fake shutting down.
>You start slowing down and experiment with turning down your lights.
>It took some doing, but you managed to get them turned off completely, save for the glowing battery.
>The two of you are at the door to his house when you make your moves grind to a halt.
>Without budging at all, you fall to the ground right next to the Doctor.
>You could still see him and his frustration, but you figure it’d be best to not move and let him get over it until morning.
>He does somehow manage to get you inside, but it seems that he was too tired to continue and simply gave up for the night.
>Off to bed he went.
>And up you were to wait until morning.
>>The following morning
>You’re sitting on your table and waiting, tuning fork in claw facing the doorway to the doctor’s bedroom.
>Why not surprise him in this morning.
>In he walks, wiping the sleep from his eyes and moving over to plug you in.
>He quickly noticed that you were waiting for him and jumped.
“Now that you finally got a good rest, what details did you want?”

like i said, small update. I'll hopefully get more out sometime tomorrow but I should probably sleep while I finally can.

>>30244816
nice

>>30244816
It's shit.

>>30244816
Neat way to get around power for the moment what is given may be taken away, and Bifrost won't have a backup means of staying online, should he cross Discord. What a lovely and intimidating gift

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>>30243479
Me? Abandon a story? Would I do such a thing? :^)
>>30244651
You got it.
>>30243435
Mirukara on Instagram.
>>30243814
Cool as fuck
>>30244816
Going to read later. 2busy2read during the day.

>>30246301
>>>30243435 (You)
>Mirukara on Instagram.
https://www.instagram.com/mirukara/ doesnt exist :/
any nudes? or at leats moar pics ;p

>>30246470
oh, its mirukaWa ;p
any nudes? :P

>>30242557
Slavers try to kidnap daze to make her fight. She lets them take her because she thinks it would be fun. Then Khoa has to "save" her ass

>>30247324
>Daze is not aware they don't give out booze to fighters
>actually grateful to Khoa for saving her from living out the rest of her life sover

>>30247365
Daze would make a nice addition to Bomber's team

>>30244816
He needs to tell hooves to make him into a weeb robot, complete with a rocket punch hand

Finally continuing Tonic, m8's

>You are Discord. And the boredom you are experiencing is beyond anything you've ever felt. It's almost worse than being in that cursed statue!
>You don't know how long it's been since Tonic left for the Everfree. You'd look at your clock, but it stopped working long ago.
>You've spent aeons sitting in Fluttershy's house waiting for Tonic to return. Fluttershy is beginning to worry about you.
>Maybe something happened to Tonic. Maybe she got lost, maybe she got attacked, maybe she decided to stay in the forest forever!
>The levitating sofa you're sitting on lowers to the floor, and you stand up, determination burning in your multiple hearts.
"I must find her."
>With a snap of your fingers, your rescue mission gear is magically conjured onto your body.
>Your bandolier of timber wolf and giant bug repellent, your special manticore taming whip and chair, your camouflage cargo pants, and last but not least, your stylish red headband pulled tight around your head.
>You hear a noise in the doorway and turn to see Fluttershy regarding you with a look of confusion.
>F: "Discord? What's with all of the noise?"
>You close your eyes and look away dramatically. This isn't going to be easy.
"I'm going to the Everfree to save Tonic from certain death, don't try to stop me."
>F: "Oh my, that sounds dangerous! You told me that she went out there to find herself, what went wrong?!"
"She's been gone for too long, something must have happened."
>Fluttershy cocks an eyebrow at you.
>F: "But-"
>You lift up a finger at her to interrupt her.
"No buts, if my...friend...is in danger, then I have to help her!"

>>30246483
No, bad Anon.
>>30247324
Top kek. I still need to read the gladiator story. Seems really fun from what I've heard of it so far.

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>>30248993
>You struggle saying that word. /friend/. Even with Fluttershy, the concept is still strange to you.
>Tonic would do the same thing for you, which is the one thing about friendship that you understand the least. In actuality, you frequently mock it.
>The fact that ponies do things for each other out of the good of their hearts, because they...care for each other, it's incomprehensible.
>You do things for people to get something in return, be that money, goods, services, or even entertainment! Tonic, Twilight, Fluttershy, and the rest of those ants...they do things for /each other/, not themselves.
>Before Fluttershy can say anything else, you teleport yourself away, to the last place that you saw her: the path leading into the forest.
>Your mismatched feet hit the dirt near the Everfree, and you spring into action.
>Climbing trees, wading through bushes, spraying giant bugs, until you see it. Or rather, until you see /her/.
>It's Tonic! Walking along the path, her travel bag around her shoulder. You teleport in front of her and resist the urge to hug her.
"It's you! You're here!"
>Tonic jumps and is sent to the ground, rubbing her behind.
>To: "I swear, the next person to jump scare me is getting a foot in the ass..."
>She looks up at you and narrows her eyes. She looks rather annoyed, which is strange considering you just saved her life.
>To: "What the hell are you wearing?!"
>You look down at your attire and then back to her.
"It's my rescue gear! I came all this way to save you! You've been gone for so long that I just knew you were in trouble!"
>Her face scrunches up in incredulity.
>To: "In trouble?!" She gestures behind her. "I can see Ponyville from here! It's only been ten minutes since we last talked!"

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>>30249005
"It's only been...ten minutes?"
>Maybe that's what Fluttershy was trying to tell you.
"Sorry Tonic, I guess I just got bored."
>She chuckles as she stands up.
>To: "you saying that you missed me?"
"I wouldn't go /that/ far, I just need entertainment, that's all."
>Tonic scoffs and starts walking again.
>To: "Are you already bored of terrorizing farmers with hell spawn? Just do whatever it is Discord did before I came around. I know it's hard to go without seeing my fine ass for ten minutes, but you have to try."
>You feel a smile forming on your face.
"I've lived for countless lifetimes you know, I've seen thousands of dragons prettier than you."
>She stops and crosses her arms, lifting her chin up and speaking in a sassy tone.
>To: "I don't believe you."
"Oh? And why is that?"
>To: "Because I'm the only dragon that you've bothered befriending."
>You open your mouth to retort, but nothing comes out. She's right after all.
"...It's not that simple. Don't you have a zebra to go bother?!"
>Tonic wheels around with a "hmph" and keeps walking away.
>Now you're alone again, and the boredom is quickly returning.
>You could cause some mayhem, but what kind? Oh! You could tell Twilight about Tonic's whereabouts, that'd be hilarious!
>You suddenly remember Tonic's words about fifteen minutes ago now: "Don't tell anyone!"
>Hmmm, you don't want to betray her trust, buuut...she /did/ say to do whatever you did before she showed up. You would've totally done something like this before she arrived!
>Not thirty seconds later, you appear inside Twilight's castle in a cloud of smoke.
>T: "Discord? What are you doing here?"
>You lean up against one of the walls and flip a coin around.
"Oh nothing, I just thought I'd stop by and say hello...and that /I/ know something that /you/ don't!"

>>30249003
come one ;p i bet someone has ;p

>>30249003
M8, they're a troll. Can't you tell by the excessive emoticons?

>>30249159
Im not troll, I even made thread on /r...
>>>/r/15476883
I just really like this girl.

>>30249219
WHy are you posting here, then? Stay in your own thread, cunt.

>>30249423
because nice people here posted this girl, said what is her name and may know more about her

>>30249536
Ah, I see. Still though, please leave if you won't contribute to the thread.

>>30245724
planning to play with the idea too. I like the though of discord having this to butter up Frost for whatever he has planned. Also that it's not an infinite power source, just a more ideal one.

>>30248724
He's going to attach drills to every part of is body and fly into the sky thinking that the moon is a ship that he can pilot. With the help of Luna and Dr. Hooves, he breaks through a dimensional barrier and finally gets back to earth.

>>30250224
He needs to pierce the heavens

>>30250589
So coy~

>>30250589
Maybe dragons have all kinds of cultures, but we only know about the one in the show because they live on the outskirts of the dragon lands.

Dragon Bump Z

>>30252880
>dragonland dragons are literally the shitskins of dragonkind
Headcanon accepted.

>>30193373

>>30254026
That's why spike doesn't like them

>>30254026
AYO HOL UP..
SO YOUS SAYIN..
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>>30255094

Been pretty busy recently so I may not update as frequently, but I'm not gonna slow down too much

>>30255608
*SMACKS LIPS*

>>30255608
>nigger behavior
>bling
>stealing shit
>territorial
Sounds like a lizard nigger to me.
Civilized and cultured dragons in greens when?

>>30257313
Never.

>>30250589
I may or may not need lewds of the one on the right.

>>30256425

Twilight probably wants to know where tonic is. What are some ways that Discord can make her jump through some hoops.

Inb4 >rape

>>30257313
Bigger, lighter colored dragons that have the others enslaved. It's just dragon politics bro

>>30258635

>>30260653

>>30212891
>anthro
>the thread

>>30261306

>>30227417
>Your scales makes sure the coffee doesn’t scald you.
>You cannot say the same about Tonic’s fist.
>It slams right into your snout.
>Doesn’t hurt as much as when Daze does it, but it still hurts.
“Odd, I was expecting a bitch slap…”
>Even you can admit you deserve the second hit.
>”Why don’t you just get going Flamel, I’ve got to clean up some spilt coffee.”
“The offer is still up you know!”
>”Eat shit Flamel.”
“I’ll take that as a maybe?”
>Tonic is fighting the urge to start throwing shit at you.
>Sensing that maybe continuing this at the moment is far from advisable, you begin to make your way out the door.
>She’ll probably see the light, right?
>Of course she will, who wouldn’t want to work with you?
>Sure, you can be abrasive, but it’s getting to work alongside genius!
>It’s too good to pass up.

>>30263580
>You are Khoa, and you’re a liar.
>Granted, you lied to /Flamel/ so you’re not very torn up about it, but you’re lying nonetheless.
>For the past couple weeks, you’ve been in the early stages of working out a case.
>There’s been word of some suspicious activity stirring in the furthest reaches of the kingdom.
>It’s not the typical over the top villain attempting to usurp friendship, that’d be cause for Celestia to round up Mane Six.
>No this is, from what you’ve pieced together, a serial murder case.
> Sitting in front of you are six different reports on six different victims.
>Each of them were found dead, left right where they had gone to sleep with no discernable cause of death.
>Further inspection seems to indicate they asphyxiated whilst asleep.
>However, in no case has any weapon or possible cause been present.
>Thinking of realistic death in such a vibrant world still makes you shudder a bit.
>But, these deaths are happening, and there’s one thing linking them together.
>Every single victim has been found with a card nearby.
>On the simple little card is simply a letter.
>”Y.”
>It feels so random to you, but every victim has it, written in the same script and everything.
>The higher ups have gotten increasingly worried about these attacks, so they’ve called upon you to work on cracking the case.
>Hopefully you’re up to it.

>>30263592
>Your average investigation usually involves stolen goods or other petty crimes.
>The “big cases” are few and far between.
>That’s not saying you haven’t handled stuff like this before, but it’s hardly your average case.
>Thankfully the library Discord supplied you with was actually pretty damn useful.
>You still haven’t finished reading it all, but it’s obvious you’ve improved the more you read them.
>Some of them are simple detective novels, others are in depth case studies and textbooks.
>Feels good to know you aren’t bullshitting a serial killer investigation.
>Although, even with the knowledge you /do/ have, would that be enough?
>It’s hard to be sure.
>If Flamel wasn’t such a cunt, you might have offered to have her help on this.
>But Flamel is Flamel, and the more you’re with her, the more you wish to recreate your last encounter with Skip.
>You wouldn’t ask for her help under normal circumstances, and with her trying to take your job?
>Fuck that, and by extension, fuck her.
>Maybe you should ask Daze to start antagonizing her again…
>Or maybe have Tonic spike her coffee one day…
>You do realize you’re having these near homicidal thoughts right now.
>But it’s about Flamel, so that’s probably just an average person’s gut reaction to her.

>>30263599
>There’s a knock at your door.
>It’s a brief knock, so odds are it’s not Daze or Flamel.
>Granted, why would they even knock in the first place?
>Heading over, you see it’s one of the guards.
>What was this one’s name again?
>You really haven’t taken the time or the effort to learn many of them.
“Hey there… you.”
>Solid.
>”There’s been a tip regarding the case.”
>You raise an eyebrow.
>”Apparently there’s been rumors that the killer’s next target is going to be a rather wealthy stallion. One ‘Windswept Heath’.”
>Stifling a chuckle at yet another dubious pony name, you nod.
>”Lucky for us, he’s been staying on the Friendship Express for a solid week, and will be on there for a good while longer, some big trip or something.”
>Such collected and well formed intel, surely knowing that he’s doing ‘something’ will crack the case for sure.
“So what exactly do you want me to do?”
>”Tail him for a bit, look for suspicious individuals, maybe apprehend the suspect if you get enough evidence.”
>As much as you don’t want to blindly ride a train for days hoping to catch a killer, you have a feeling you don’t have much say in the matter.
“Yeah, alright, when do I depart?”
>”Tomorrow, don’t worry about paying for your ticket or anything, they’ll already know to let you and Daze on without hassle.”

>>30263602
>You, the indomitable Flamel, cannot believe your ears!
>Initially you came over to simply harass Khoa some more, but saw some guard approach her door first.
>So you hastily hid in the bushes to listen in on this little conversation.
>There was a chance she was getting assigned a case you could get the jump on!
>But, to your shock, this was about an update to a /current/ case!
>The bitch was working on one!
>How /dare/ she deceive you like that?
>No matter though, you do learn some very important things!
>Apparently, Khoa is going to be getting on the train to try and find the culprit.
>Which means you’ve got to get yourself a seat on that train as well!
>Granted, you don’t know the details of the case, but how hard could finding a criminal actually be?
>Just grill passengers until someone cracks!
>Grinning devilishly, you sprint off.
>So much to do!
>Like… buying a ticket.
>You stop for a second.
>You’re flat broke.

>>30263605
She's gonna go "borrow" some money from jazz.

"You'll go on a date with me if I give you the money right?"

"Please, I'm not Tonic...."

>>30263605
She uses her genius skills to profile the passengers and ends up catching several criminals, but none of them are the murderer

What's some cool ideas for other dragon cultures? Asking for science

>>30265258
Maybe oriental dragons could live in a sort of feudal state. There's order, but an order solely on your actual power.

>>30265471
Maybe they made a concious decision to give up individual power for society, seeing other uncivilised dragons as brutes who are doing nothing better with their great being.

>>30265620
They definitely are more refined, but can break out into bloody power struggles for control of the, for lack of a better term, shogunate.

>>30265657
You can go the chinese route which is law and order, or the japanese route with what you basically said. Both are distinct cultures.

>>30263605
Aweyiss

>>30265679
It would be more fitting to go with the aggressive culture, it imagining a sect of dragons that are more dedicated to peace would be fun

>>30265679
But what about other kinds of Asians?