/swt/ - Strange Waifu Thread

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>>30328666
Best one right here.

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Board is fast today. Be vigilant. Don't let the thread die.

Posting the prologue again, as well as the next part of the story.

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

>>30329802
"W-what is this, boss?!"
>Swift stumbles over his words as Bomber eyes him intensely.
>Bomber spits out his response, venom soaking his words.
"I know you've been stealing from me! I thought it only fair that you pay for your transgressions by being my test subject!"
>Swift whimpers and squirms in the grasp of the thugs as Bomber points the head of the staff toward him.
>The blue light of the jewels intensifies, and Swift is engulfed by a magic aura.
>The thugs let him go and he drops to the floor, writhing and groaning in agony.
>The sickening sounds of bones breaking and skin tearing reverberate off of the walls as Swift's body is ravaged by the staff's magic.
>Within minutes, the screaming stops and Swift lays dead on the floor of the ruins, his body now appearing to be a strange hybrid between pony and dragon.
>Bomber shakes his head solemnly.
"So the legends are true. The staff is less than friendly toward fully grown adults, looks like we need to procure ourselves a new slave, one who's much...younger..."
>He trails off and smiles widely, his mouth consisting more of gold than actual teeth.

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>>30329812
>Years later, the silence that was once synonymous with the sunken temple is seemingly gone for good.
>Bomber saw fit to turn the ancient ruins into his new base of operations. As such, the halls are now constantly filled with the sounds of rattling chains, shuffling hooves, the despondent moans of slaves, and the hoots and hollers of drunken thugs.
>The location was great. It was deep within the dragon lands, away from the vigilant eyes of the law, and forgotten by the lethargic hierarchy of the dragon elders.
>More importantly, the upper levels of the temple that haven't yet dipped below the sand dunes once served as a proving ground for dragons.
>These proving grounds were easily modified into a stadium with which Bomber and his like-minded colleagues stages gladiatorial duels.
>Today is a special day, today was game day. Once a week, a myriad of races come together from all around to sit in the stadium seats and watch battles unfold as well as partake in the revelry.
>The stadium is overtaken by thunderous applause and deafening cheers as two opponents square off in the center of the arena.
>One fighter, an earth pony named Maul, gave himself to the life of a gladiator in return for his rescue from royal prison.
>It was a small price to pay to not spend another day rotting in a cell, but now he has a new problem, his current opponent.
>He sizes her up, trying to assess her abilities, as she's wearing no armor and carries no weapons.
>He's never seen anything like her before, she's some strange hybrid between pony and dragon, he didn't think that was possible!
>She has the general appearance of a pony, albeit larger than average, but she bears a few dangerous dragon traits.
>Her front legs end in dragon claws, some of the teeth that he can see are sharp and serrated, and her glowing green reptilian eyes pierce right through him.

>>30329822
>her body is primarily a dark blue, made up of mostly scales, save for patches of fur on her head and legs. She has a fleshy tan underbelly common amongst most dragons, and a pair of horns that stick out of the top of her head and curve behind her ears. A plume of wavy black hair separates her twin horns and runs all the way down her back to the end of her longer reptilian tail.
>If this were any other circumstance, he would consider her quite attractive, but this is war. Nothing personal, just him versus her.
>He has to assume that she's inherited quite the arsenal of dragon abilities if she's going to square off with him and bring no weapons or armor.
>How should he proceed? Overwhelm her, make her desperate and hope she makes a mistake? Go on the defensive and find a weak point in her attack?
>He widens his stance. He'll let her make the first move, then decide his course of action.
>Across from him, the Pony-Dragon hybrid was much more calm and collected.
>She regards the muscular yellow pony with a sharp eye, picking apart his defenses.
>'He relies on brute force, he's never had to learn proper agility. He fights smart, but his strategy is reliant on the assumption that he's always going to be stronger than his opponent...not this time.'
>She coaches herself through each step of the fight, a habit that she formed from countless fights.
>Her "uncle" Bomber taught her everything she knew about fighting.
>He's always been a fan of bold strategies, and it shows, given the number of scars and stories he has. Not to mention his missing wing. The story behind Bomber's left wing changed every time he told it.
>His tactics never seemed to harm her though. By nature she was a juggernaut, and her adaptation of his fighting style made her a perfect duelist.
>Maul widened his stance and planted his hooves firmly on the ground while she was strategizing. It's clear that he's waiting for her to make the first move.

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>>30329830
>'He's smarter than most. He doesn't want to underestimate me so he's waiting for an opportunity.'
>The crowd begins chanting, and for a split second, Maul's eyes focus on the audience.
>The hybrid chooses this as her moment, she roars and charges her enemy.
>His attention returns to her and he tenses up, but she's already putting her plan into motion.
>She breathes a small fireball toward his face, and he turns his head to the left to shrug off the flames. She sees this and darts to his right, kicking off with her powerful back legs and slamming into his side.
>She stands over him and delivers a few strong punches to his face with her balled up fist.
>He quickly shakes it off, rage building in his face. His hind legs coil up and kick her back and away from him.
>The hybrid slowly stands. She wasn't expecting him to recover so quickly. She tries to re-evaluate, but she's interrupted by Maul's primal growl as he takes a large hammer into his mouth and performs a broad sweep.
>She ducks and rolls to avoid being hit, but this leaves her lying on the ground and exposed.
>He raises the hammer and quickly brings it down on her, a blow that would surely crush even a dragon's skull, had the hybrid not used her secret weapon...
>Her twin horns glow, and Maul's maul crushes the ground next to her head as she magically corrects its course.
>With a grunt, she turns over on the ground and kicks the handle of the hammer out of Maul's mouth.
>Keeping her momentum, she spins to her feet and fires another ball of flames at his face. This time, he's not prepared, and she scores a direct hit on his face.
>He screams and shuts his eyes tight, but the hybrid can't let him recover. She charges him again and head butts him with her solid horns, knocking him out cold.
>The deafening spectators somehow get even louder as she walks over to his sprawled out form and places a claw to his neck.

>>30329837
>She looks to the crowd for approval, and receives mixed messages. Some want blood, others want her to let him stand again so the fight may continue.
>An older looking unicorn in an area of special seating speaks up, using his magic to amplify his voice.
"Leave him. Now he knows of your skill, perhaps a rematch is in order!"
>He's a frequent attendee of the stadium, and a very powerful pony. The sycophants in the crowd praise his idea and promote mercy.
"Good, I didn't want to kill you anyway."
>She says to him, unsure of wether he can hear her or not.
>She retracts her claws and walks triumphantly back to her cage, the crowd chanting her name.
"Ikra, Ikra, Ikra!"

There we are, the first part. Lemme know what you think.

>>30329845
Ikra sounds like a cutie. Go on.

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Bedtime bump. Keep it alive guys.

So donthe stories here have to be romantic? There's a lot of gladiator stuff in this one

>>30331147
Not strictly speaking, but typically they do tend to focus on Anon and his interactions with the story's waifu. Usually eventually ending in romance and/or sex.

There are of course some exceptions, like The End Can Neigh (https://pastebin.com/RMjJW69R) which focuses entirely on the waifu - at least so far. It's sadly unfinished, and I don't know when or if it will be continued.

>>30331183
There is some romance planned, but it's mostly just an...action story, you could call it? If it ever becomes unfitting for the thread, I'll stop

Got some story ideas I'd like feedback on.

>Jiangshi
They're like chinese ki vampires who hop to get around cause they're all stiff from rigor mortis.
I'm picturing a mare who's halfway between a succubus and a zombie, but in a way that still goes for moe. Her decay has stopped, but that doesn't mean it never happened; she's got rigor mortis, wild animals try to eat her, and she's embarrassed over how she looks, what with the exposed organs and all.
She'll require help and reassurance from Anon, but she'll also absorb his vitality and other attributes through sex. Temporarily, of course. She'll probably also angst about how she used to be a kung-fu badass back when she was alive, but now has trouble bending, so that's all behind her. She'll probably dress like Bruce Lee.

>Preta
Hungry ghosts from Indian/Buddhist folklore. Cause, y'know, 'desire is bad' and all that shit. Unlike most undead, pretas are viewed as something to be pitied. The traditional preta has a big, hungry belly, and a teeny tiny mouth that can barely fit the food they need in it.
I'm thinking a preta-mare's body rejects solid food, so, y'know, blowjob queen. For her benefit as much as the main character's (might go with a stallion or male griffon here instead of anon). This story would probably have a lot of cumshots.
Her big thing would be that she died a long, long time ago, when ponies were super-prudish about sex. So there's a lot of bashfulness, prudishness mixed in with literal gluttony for cum, and an insistence on being proper and ladylike that would even annoy Rarity. Mostly played for laughs, of course. Also expect random magical bouts of inappropriate depression cause pretas are supposed to be miserable.
Not sure what to do for her appearance. Pretas are emaciated to the point of being creepy, though she'd be the type to hide that as best as she can.

>>30332163

>Orochi
Eight-headed serpent/dragon from Grorious Nippon. People sacrificed their daughters to Orochi periodically, until a cast-down god came and killed it.
So this story would involve a stallion who is the first *male* sacrifice to Equestria's Orochi. She gets all lusty and fucks him instead of eating him. True love happens, yadda yadda.
Obviously, she'd be eight-headed, but I could see her being a pony, a dragon, or a half-breed. Further, I'm not sure what I should do with the eight heads. Writing her as eight separate characters would be insane, so it'd likely be something like 'they all act as one' or 'there's a main head that acts like a normal person, and the remaining seven each represent a single one of her emotions'.
Being a cave-dwelling loner, she'll be a little gross, a little awkward, and a little naive. Having literally eaten mares in the past, she's gonna be a little violent too. Maybe in an 'angry/bloodlust' kinda way, or maybe just sorta being cool with death and not considering it a big deal to kill somepony for whatever reason. I'm still planning on her being sympathetic, and at least treating the viewpoint stallion very well.
Feel free to just treat this like a strawpoll and pick your favorite option, though I won't force myself to write something just because it gets the most votes. What I'm really hoping to get is feedback and evaluations on these as ideas.
Also I do have a ton of old, unfinished strange waifu stories, so it's not like 'these or nothing'.

>>30331183
>Exceptions
There have also been husbando stories, and stories that didn't involve Anon.

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>>30331183
It's funny, actually none of my stories are really romantic focused. As for other stories I guess most of the time what draws me is the character itself and well most here fit the bill of strange. I definitely don't want Sonork's tale to come to a halt. I have basically every major part to the end planned, I just gotta tell myself to stop branching off to other ideas, since I just don't have the time like I used to.

>>30331147
So at this point if the character is not your standard pony, it's safe to say they're welcomed here. This thread first started off as a place where Anon hooks up with a weirdo, but it's evolved to the point where if the character is strange, then you got it made. Plus at this point, I doubt there are many Anons who are opposed to any content we can get.

>>30332182
These all sound very interesting, but
>Used to be a kung-fu badass
>She'll probably dress like Bruce Lee
That's got my vote if you could only do one.

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>>30328666
There any good spoopy ghost/demon stories?

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>>30332900
>They won't turn you down because they're desperate.

T-thanks...

>>30333145
Welcome to the world of writing for others.
The most you can hope for is to not be completely ignored.

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>>30333145
Sure, I would say this place is looking for just about anything, but at least you'd be doing what you can to provide entertainment for other people you'll probably never meet to enjoy. As for the quality; when it's all said and done just do the best of your ability, be creative, but most importantly, you have to enjoy what you do. After all you can only get better with repetition, and who knows, maybe you'll be surprised with some feedback, both the positives and criticisms.

>>30332926
Sadly, we haven't had many ghost stories that go beyond a few parts. LocalWriteDrone started a promising rewrite of the Annabelle Braustitch story a while ago, but then he just disappeared again. Not sure when or if he will continue.

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This is the 4 armed dragon that was mentioned in the last thread, her name is scylla

>>30332926
Ghost waifu, or ghost anon?

>>30334449
Is she afraid of spiders?

>>30335158
Waifu, who gives a shit about Anon?

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>>30334449
>Only 4 arms

>>30335725
Is that an amygdala pony?

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>>30335737
Yes, yes it is
>tfw 2 years later you still have no idea what his role in all this was

>>30335752
Is it from a crossover CYOA or story from some other thread?

>>30335769
I dunno, just found the pic on derpibooru

>>30329845
>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.

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>>30336577
>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.

>>30336587
>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.

>>30335699
Yes, they make her v uncomfortable
>>30335725
Mygod

Bedtime bump. Keep the thread alive.

>>30335752
Is this a movie?

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>>30339728
Vidya

>>30339728
Bloodborne fan-art.
It's probably the best game to come out in the last decade or so at least.

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>>30340302
Every time I replay it (PvE replays, not weekly fight clubs) or start wondering about the lore I'm convinced that BB is Miyazaki's Magnum Opus, the game and its DLC is as close to perfection as you can get.

>>30340378
I would agree. It seems unlikely that he'll ever be able to surpass it again. Especially the DLC with Ludwig.

Are there any yak waifus yet?

>>30336600
>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?!"

>>30343045
>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."

>>30343049
>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..."

>>30342146
Not as far as I can recall.

>>30343055
Good stuff. More when?

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>>30343874
More tomorrow m80, I hope ikra is proving to be entertaining despite the lack of romance.

>>30344349
There's no romance in MLP:FIM either. That hasn't stopped us from waifuing the characters.

We can always come up with rule34 and waifu-stories about her if she turns out to be a waifuable character.

>>30345862
What's she?

>>30347347
A dracony.

>>30349058

>>30343072
What gift would you get a yak waifu

>>30350753
Forceful maledom.

>>30343055
>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.

>>30351447
>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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>>30351458
>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.

>>30332926

Here's some pastebin for you you try out.

Part 1) https://pastebin.com/5VrDBnka
Part 2) https://pastebin.com/BiJBgrJz
Part 3) https://pastebin.com/WU3Z8VtJ
Part 4) https://pastebin.com/qEWqWbjA
Epilogue) https://pastebin.com/bGa1th1n

Enjoy.

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>>30335737

Looks like yet another monstrous manifestation of Thingpone.

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>>30342146
Just art, so far.

>>30351580
unf

>>30351580

>Boy, did you ever pick the wrong time to visit Twilight Sparkle's castle.
>There you are, hanging out with Rarity and Twilight, discussing some of the finer point of unicorn magic, a concept you are still struggling to grasp.
>"Of course there are anomalies, dear."
>Rarity is surprisingly knowledgable on the subject, or at least in breaking it down in ways you can comprehend.
>You ha actually expected Twilight to dominate the conversation.
>"There are some ponies who demonstrate abilities that on first glance appear to be magic, but are in fact some form of... I don't know, help me out here?"
>"I think I would call them reality breakers, or dimensionally fluid, like Discord."
>"Yes, that's it!" Rarity exclaims, "Or, to cite an example you're perhaps more familiar with-"
>"Hi everypony!"
>Suddenly Pinkie Pie, who already has her own cup of tea, has joined the conversation.
>Although you jump, startled, Twilight and Rarity take this with the air of someone who are used to dealing with these sorts of shenanigans.
>"Yes, that'll do nicely," Rarity finishes, taking a sip of her tea.
>Pinkie Pie giggles infectiously.
>"Hey there Nonny! Boy do I have a treat for you!"
>"What's up Pinkie?" Twilight asks, her interest aroused.
>"I brought you a visitor!" Pinkie Pie enthusiastically bounces over to the doors.
>"May I present Princess Anastasia of Yakyakistan!"
>With a flourish, Pinkie Pie opens the doors, admitting a creature that to you resembles an unreasonably large dust mop on hooves, wearing some jewelry on its horns.
>Twilight Sparkle immediately shifts gears into "gracious hostess" mode.
>"Princess Anastasia! How very nice of you to visit Ponyville!"
>Princess Anastasia looks around.
>"Is nice place. I like."
>You can barely understand her, and have absolutely no idea where her accent comes from.
>"Well it's certainly a privilege to have so many guests today," Twilight continues. "You know Rarity, of course."
>"Yes, I know dress pony. Is nice see you."

>>30352132

>"How good to see you again!" Rarity replies, rising from her seat and gesturing for you to do likewise.
>"And I would also like to present to you, our resident visitor from another dimensional plane, Anonymous!"
>You decide to keep it simple.
"Charmed."
>The creature's head swings toward you and stops.
>You get the distinct feeling that you are being closely scrutinized, though you can't see it's (her?) eyes at all.
>Suddenly the giant dust mop lumbers towards you, causing you a nervous moment before she stops, barely a foot away.
>You hear the unmistakable sounds of sniffing, as the Yak Princess investigates your alien scent.
>Rarity and Twilight Sparkle have a vaguely worried look on their faces.
>Pinkie Pie, as is usually her wont, simply wears an ear-to-ear grin.
>The sniffing stops and Princess Anastasia seems to look up at you, though you still can't see her eyes.
>"You interesting. You will accompany me to dinner tonight."
>Pinkie's grin gets that much wider, as out of the corner of your eye you catch Twilight Sparkle nodding and gesturing discretely for you to say something.
"Um, sure. Looking forward to it."
>"Good."
>With that, Princess Anastasia turns and lumbers back to Pinkie Pie.
>"Is nice. Show me library you tell me."
>"Sure thing Princess!"
>And with that, Pinkie Pie and Princess Anastasia leave the room.
>As soon as the door closes behind them, Twilight and Rarity both let out relieved puffs of breath.
"Um, guys? What just happened?"
>"That was Princess Anastasia of Yakyakistan," Twilight explains.
"Yeah, I got that bit, what of it?"
>"Well dear," Rarity begins, trying to be diplomatic, "I shouldn't worry too much about it, but she seems to have taken quite a shine to you."
"Wat?"
>"Shouldn't worry about it?" Twilight practically gasps.
>Uh-oh, you've seen that look on her face before.
>"Diplomatic relations between Equestria and Yakyakistan are VERY important!"
"Oh no. Don't you go getting me involved in your politics."

>>30352302

>"It's too late Anon, you were involved the moment she saw you."
"What? Why me?"
>"Because she asked you to dinner!"
"So she's feeling hungry. I wouldn't even have said yes, except you were trying to get me to be polite. So what?"
>Twilight puts her fore hooves to her temples and rubs, a sign of stress and overthinking that you recognize quickly.
>"Yaks have very unique cultural expectations, and extremely quick tempers. We're not talking about a state dinner here, she asked you out on a date!"
"Dammit, what the hell have you gotten me into?"
>Rather than answering, Twilight Sparkle begins frantically searching the bookshelf behind you.
>"Calm down Anonymous," Rarity intervenes, "this could actually be a really good thing."
"Yeah? How?"
>"Well, you both have so much in common!"
>Seeing the skeptical look in your eye, Rarity presses on awkwardly.
>"Well... you're both visitors from another land... you both have strange customs we're just learning about... You're both, er, hairy?"
"Really?"
>"Ah-HA! Here it is!"
>Twilight Sparkle blows the dust off of a leather-bound tome and levitates it over to her reading table and reads off the title.
>"Don't Order The Soup: A Field Guide to Courtship and Mating Traditions of Yakyakistan!"
"MATING TRADITIONS?!! What the hell!"
>"Calm down Anonymous, I'm sure it won'f go that far. I think."
"Oh, THAT's reassuring."
>Twilight Sparkle either ignores your sarcasm or fails to notice it.
>"Anonymous, we're going to give you a crash-course in this book. Please, you have to observe the correct traditions, or..."
"Or what?"
>Twilight sighs.
>"Remember what I said about Yak tempers?"
"Sorta."
>This produces an annoyed snort from the Princess of Friendship.
>"When Yaks get upset, they tend to become violent and, er... break things."
"Are you fucking shitting me?"
>"And declare war."
"What the actual hell!"
>"Anonymous, dear, you know we wouldn't let anything bad happen to you, right?" Rarity tries to soothe you.

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>>30352475

"I am starting to have my doubts."
>"Anonymous, Princess Anastasia is our guest, and the last thing we want to do is to make her angry."
"What if she makes me angry?"
>"Anonymous, I would normally never ask such a thing of you, but you saw the way Princess Anastasia looked at you."
"I never even saw her eyes."
>"Please Anonymous, if you could just help us out, keeping Princess Anastasia happy, I'm sure I could arrange a suitable reward..."
>This takes your interest.
"Such as what?"
>"Well, er..."
>"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it, Anonymous.I'm sure even Princess Celestia would agree with us..."
>She looks frantically to Twilight Sparkle for support, and the Princess nods enthusiastically.
"I'm not a gigolo."
>"No, you're not, Anonymous. But you are, as of ten minutes ago, a crucial lynchpin in Equestrian / Yakyakisatani relations."
>You mull this over.
>"Won't you please help?"
>The puppy dog eyes.
/Dammit Twilight, that's not fair./
/Et tu, Rarity?/
/Pinkie Pie, I am so gonna get you for this./
>You sigh resignedly.
"All right. What do I need to do?"
>Twilight levitates the book she retrieved earlier.
>"Put on your thinking cap, Anonymous. We've got some studying to do!"

To Be Continued

>>30352651

Binned. Edited as well. Future updates, when they occur, will also find there way here.
Buckle your seatbelts, it's gonna get wild.

https://pastebin.com/taNtQ6X9

>>30352772
Anon's gonna get his honorary yak horns!

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Page 9 can feck off.

FluffyMixer getting in on that strange waifu action...

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>>30351466
Any criticisms welcome

>>30352772
>>30352651

Hot dignity damn, anon, this scratched a soft spot I didn't know I had for fluffy things that speak broke-ass English. Please continue sometime soonish.
Also bippity bampity bump.

>>30352651
Ah, this is very interesting. Looking forward to more.

bump for joy

bumble bee

Bump for Caerulia.

>>30352651
Keen for more

>9

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Bump for more Yak princess, dracony and kaiju daughteru.

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Bomp, because I'd be hacked off if this thread croaks before I get to post the rest of the story.

>>30360768
Let's hope it doesn't, but if it somehow does, just create a new one and keep posting.

>>30351466
>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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>>30361400
>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!"

>>30361410
>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.

>>30361423
Very interesting, though I admit that D&D style fantasy is not generally my bag, I like watching a good story develop.

>>30352772
It continues.

>"So the proper form of address for a Yak princess is?"
"Your grace."
>You shiver slightly under the blanket as Twilight Sparkle drills you on finer points of Yakyakistani etiquette.
>Rarity has confiscated your suit to make "emergency repairs and alterations".
>She's promised to shine you up like a new penny.
>That wouldn't have been so bad if Twilight Sparkle hadn't also insisted that you take a bath.
>Granted, that tub had been huge, and you had eventually managed to dissuade Twilight Sparkle from scrubbing your back for you.
>That said, one thing you had noticed about your prospective paramour was the smell.
>She had smelled exactly as you might expect a yak to smell.
>Given that, you hardly see the point in shining up too much for it.
>"Can you address her by any less formal title, such as "My Lady" or "Madam"?
"Only if she invites me to."
/Come on, we've been over this ten times already./
>"Now remember, you must never do anything to embarrass her, or make her feel awkward."
"You mean make her feel like she's sitting in the middle of a castle wearing only a blanket?"
>Yeah, your patience with all of this is starting to wear a bit thin.
>"Here you go."
>Spike, the only one with any real sympathy for the situation that has suddenly been forced upon you, has brought you a steaming mug of coffee.
"Thanks, dude."
>"No problem."
>"AHEM!" Twilight Sparkle clears her throat, glaring at the both of you.
>"Oh, er..." Spike stammers a bit before adopting a more formal pose, "will there be anything else sir?"
"Thank you, no, that will be sufficient for now."
>"Very good sir."
>"That's better," Twilight Sparkle harrumphs.
>You take a sip of your coffee to drown the sarcastic remark that is struggling its way up your throat.
>That dragon makes darn good coffee.
>"So if she spreads honey and butter on her rolls before eating them, what should you do?"
>You sigh.
"I should spread honey and butter on my rolls as well, so she doesn't feel awkward.

>>30362140

>"I'm ba-a-ack!" a sing-song voice announces.
>"And let me just say that I have out-DONE myself! I'm a genius!"
>You, Spike, and Princess Twilight all look up as Rarity enters in the room, holding a garment bag aloft with her magic.
"Finally!"
>You can't wait to have your clothes back.
>"Perfect timing, Rarity! Let's see it!" Princess Twilight says.
>"Prepare to be... dazzled!!"
>And with a flourish, Rarity opens the garment bag revealing your suit.
>"OOOHHHHH!!! It's just PERFECT!" Twilight practically squeals, her smile broadening considerably.
"You've gotta be kidding me..."

------

>You enter the fancy restaurant, feeling like a damned fool, to be perfectly honest about it.
>Somehow, Rarity had polished your shoes to a mirror gloss.
>They were running shoes, for crying out loud.
>Your jeans are cleaned and pressed, and Rarity has added a handsome gold stripe to each outside seam.
>Your perfectly serviceable windbreaker has been dressed to the nines, with red velvet lapels, elegant gold frogging on the cuffs of your sleeves, and gold epaulets.
>In spite of the presence of a perfectly good zipper, gold buttons have been added.
>Your white dress shirt was thankfully unmolested, having only been cleaned and pressed.
>But it has been overtopped with a shiny purple waistcoat and bowtie, both of which look as though they had been ambushed by a Bedazzler.
>A purple satin sash with gold trim, draped from your right shoulder to your left hip, completes the ostentatious ensemble.
>You look around and see no sign of any yak-like presence, meaning that Twilight Sparkle's plan to get you to the restaurant first has probably worked.
>You officially hate teleporting now.
/WARN me next time, you nutcase./
>Most of the wait staff pointedly ignore you, but one, a little more fancy than the others, approaches.
>"May I assist you sir?"
>You think he must be the Maître'd.
"I believe you have a reservation for me? Anonymous and Princess Anastasia?"

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>>30362682
Anon needs to go rogue with his own brand of earth flirting, and have it work!

>>30362682

>"Hmph. A moment, please."
>The Maître'd smoothly crosses to a small desk bearing a ledger and consults it.
>"I'm afraid you are mistaken sir. I have no such reservation."
>Fucking great.
"Could you check again please? Perhaps under the name of Princess Twilight Sparkle?"
>The Maître'd sniffs with undisguised contempt.
>"If I might disabuse you right now of the notion that name-dropping will earn someone such as yourself any sort of favor here..."
>The snobby pony's voice trails off as he catches sight of Twilight Sparkle's name on the registry, along with your own and Princess Anastasia's.
>"Oh. There it is."
>He has the good grace to look suitably chagrined, and his manner switches immediately from surly to obsequious.
>"Well I do apologize sir, Yes, your table is already prepared. If you will come along with me."
"Thank you."
>The Maître'd conducts you to an elegantly laid out table for two in a discreet part of the restaurant, near a large picture window with a breathtaking view of the distant mountains, including Canterlot Castle.
>He pulls out your chair for you, and you tip him from the bag of bits Twilight Sparkle had supplied you with for "incidental expenses".
>"Just let me or any of my staff know right away should you require anything, sir. I shall inform you immediately when your date arrives. Bon appétit!"
>You involuntarily grind your teeth a bit at the word "date", but the Maître'd withdraws like a ghost before you have a chance to correct him.
>In the interest of social lubricant, you flag down a passing waiter and order a bottle of the house wine.
>"Psst."
>Waiting on your wine, you look around for the source of the sound.
>"Psst! Down here!"
>You look down at the table and are surprised to see the pepper mill waving to attract your attention.
>On closer inspection, the pepper mill has Twilight Sparkle's face.
>"How's it going so far?"
"I don't know, I just got here. Princess Anastasia isn't here yet."

>>30362899

"How did you... never mind. WHY are you here?"
>"My dear Anonymous, we would never just abandon you in a situation such as this, we are here to provide advice and encouragement!"
>You are further surprised to be addressed by the salt cellar, which you notice has Rarity's face.
"Why?"
>"Rarity and I both grew up in Canterlot. I know all about etiquette."
>"And I know all about refinement."
>Terrific, an elegant dinner with endless kibitzing by these two does not meet your standard of an ideal way to spend an evening.
>A waiter pony appears at your elbow.
>"Your wine, sir. Do you wish me to open it now?"
>You are startled, but a glance back at the pepper mill and the salt cellar reveals... a perfectly ordinary pepper mill and salt cellar.
>You pick up the pepper mill, scrutinizing it.
>"If sir wishes, I can come back later..."
>You hastily put the pepper mill down.
"No, I was just... admiring the table setting. Please open the wine."
>"Very good sir."
>The pony carefully removes the foil seal and, producing a corkscrew, quickly removes the cork, and holds it out to you.
>After a pause, you take a careful sniff and nod approvingly.
>The unicorn waiter turns your wineglass upright and decants a little bit of wine into it.
>Mildly surprised that something Twilight Sparkle taught you actually turned out to be useful, you swirl the glass, inspecting it carefully by the light.
>You carefully sniff the wine, noting that it has a very pleasant floral bouquet.
>You carefully sip the wine, noting its tart taste and sweet finish, and nod approvingly to the waiter.
>"Shall I serve now sir?"
"No thank you, just allow the bottle to breathe until my companion arrives."
>"As sir wishes."
>Setting down the bottle, the waiter silently withdraws.
>You are left to contemplate the wine.
>"You ordered wine?"
>You practically jump out of your skin as the pepper mill begins speaking to you again.
"Well, yes. I thought she might appreciate it."

>>30363102

>A panic momentarily seizes you.
"Yaks don't have any social taboos against drinking alcohol, do they?"
>The pepper mill scratches its head.
>"I don't think so, I'm just concerned about loosening her...inhibitions. Be careful."
"Don't let her drink too much. Got it."
>A minor commotion arises from the restaurant's entrance.
>"I am Princess Anastasia of Yakyakistan, where is Anonymous?"
>"Good luck Anon!" the salt cellar and the pepper mill hiss at you in unison.
>Swallowing the rest of the wine in your glass, you rise and walk around the table to get her attention.
>"There you are!" Princess Anastasia bellows across the restaurant, and immediately begins making her way to your table, ignoring offers of assistance from the wait staff.
>She has added more elaborate jewelry to her horns, and her back is now covered by a green blanket inlaid with an intricately-woven geometric floral pattern, with white trim and tassels.
>She stops less than a foot from you and sniffs you again.
>"You smell nice."
>Your pilot light momentarily goes out at this compliment, as you search for a way to return it.
>She still smells like a yak, albeit a groomed and perfumed yak.
>"Say something nice Anonymous!" the salt cellar hisses at you.
"Oh, er, thank you. You look...very nice. I like the blanket."
>For some reason, she lowers her head and shuffles nervously at this.
>"Th-thank you."
>Princess Anastasia rears up and spreads her forelegs wide.
>You had been warned to expect this traditional greeting, nevertheless the bear hug nearly crushes the breath out of you.
>But you return it as best you can, like the helluva guy you are.
>Bruised ribs and all.
>As she releases her python-like grip on young drops back to all fours, you pull out her chair for her, which seems to suddenly galvanize her into action.
>"Yaks no need chairs! Uncomfortable!!"
>And with that, she smashes the chair to splinters.

>>30363649

>A few of the nearer restaurant patrons turn and stare at the commotion, while others stoically carry on eating or conversing, determined to ignore the interruption.
>With commendable aplomb, a pair of wait ponies appear out of nowhere and clear away the debris.
"I guess the lady prefers to stand."
>And then, remembering Twilight Sparkle's advice, you add,
"Better take mine too, just to be on the safe side."
>"Ahem."
>The Maître'd has appeared at your elbow, as though by magic.
>"I beg your pardon sir, but I trust that the Royal Treasury...?"
>As he lets the unspoken question hang in the air, you cast a desperate glance at the pepper mill, which nods frantically.
"Yes, you may rest assured that the Royal Treasury will address any losses."
>The Maître'd smiles and pulls out a notebook.
>"Very good, sir."
>After making a small notation in his book, the Maître'd does his ghost trick again.
>You turn to one of the wait ponies.
"You may serve the wine now."
>"As sir wishes."
>The wait pony carefully decants a half a glass to each place setting.
>Remembering Twilight's earlier warning, you hastily add,
"Oh, and perhaps you might bring us some ice water as well."
>"Very good sir."
>The wait ponies with draw, taking your chair and the pile of debris that used to be a chair with them.
>You are now more or less alone with Princess Anastasia.
>You decide a toast is in order, and pick up your wineglass.
"To your very good health, Your Grace."
>Princess Anastasia picks up her wineglass as well.
>You sip from yours.
>She downs the entire contents of hers in one swallow.
>"Is tasty, but weak. Another!"
>She holds out her glass to you.
>Setting down your wineglass, you carefully refill hers halfway, as you had seen the waiter do.
>"More!"
>After a nervous gulp, you fill her glass to the brim.
>She downs it all in one gulp again.
/Where's that guy with the water?/
>"Why you no drink?"

>>30363865

>Princess Anastasia takes the wine bottle from you and brims your glass, spilling some on the tablecloth.
>"Drink!"
>Again, not wanting to make the Princess feel awkward, you raise your glass to her and guzzle the contents as quickly as you can.
>You barely get to taste the wine, but you can certainly feel the alcohol.
>Princess Anastasia nods approvingly and pours the remaining wine into her glass, about 3/4 full before the bottle dries up.
>She swallows the wine, then tosses the empty glass over her shoulder and onto the floor.
>Again, in the spirit of making her feel comfortable, you toss your wineglass onto the floor as well.
>Out of the corner of your eye, you spot the Maître'd making another notation in his book.
>Princess Anastasia holds the now-empty wine bottle aloft and bellows, "Is good, I like! Another!"
>And throws the bottle on the floor.
>Staining the carpet.
>The bussing staff is going to be very busy tonight.
>And the Royal Treasury is going to take a beating.
>"I like you. You give good hug."
"Oh, ah thank you, Your Grace."
>Princess Anastasia looks down and shuffles nervously again.
>"Please, call me... Anya."
>You hear the pepper mill and the salt cellar clank, but you figure that directive constitutes permission.
"As you wish, Anya."
>Anya raises her head and smiles at you as the wait pony arrives with your menus, a fresh bottle of house wine, and two new glasses.
>As the long-suffering wait pony pours the wine, Anya frowns at her menu, then seizes it and tosses it onto the floor.
>"I no read pony. You order for both."
"As you wish."
>The pepper mill waves frantically, trying to attract your attention, but you are engrossed in the study of your menu.
>Written pony language is a chore for you to read as it is, but the fancy, filigreed script in which the menu is written is darn near indecipherable.
>You frown a bit and look up from the menu.
>Anya is filling both your glasses to the top.
>The wait pony looks at you expectantly.

>>30364040

>The salt cellar and the pepper mill are frantically trying to get your attention.
>The wait pony holds his quill at the ready.
>You take the only graceful way out you can.
"You know what? I'm feeling adventurous. Bring us two of your best appetizers to start, and two orders of la Spécialité de la Maison."
>THAT sounded impressive.
>The wait pony writes in his pad and smiles at you.
>"Excellent choice, sir. Comprendez-vous la langue de la belle Prance?"
>And THAT knocked the wind out of your sails.
"Just a few words, sorry."
>"Very good sir."
>The wait pony collects the menus and withdraws.
>Anya raises her wineglass to you. "Very fancy, I like!"
>You pick up your own wineglass and raise it.
>She downs hers in one gulp, it takes you two or three.
>"Ahh," she says, then belches, apparently satisfied.
>You decide you'd better have some water.
>"You wait here now, I go bathroom."
>You choke on your water.
>Anya leaves, as you wonder what could happen next.
>"WHERE IS BATHROOM?" You hear Anya bellow.
>A conscientious wait pony points her in the right direction.
>"ANON!" the pepper mill hisses.
"WHAT?!"
>You realize you yelled and look around self-consciously before leaning close to the table to carry on your conversation more discretely.
>"Why didn't you just let me read the menu for you?"
>You rub your face.
"Gee, I don't know, how would that look with Anya - Princess Anastasia - sitting across from me, getting crib notes from a pepper mill?"
>"What's 'la Spécialité de la Maison'?" Twilight pepper mill asks.
"The speciality of the house."
>Inasmuch as it is possible for a condiment dispenser to facepalm, Twilight does so.
>"I KNOW what it means, what is it?"
"How should I know? What difference does it make, it's bound to be tasty and very impressive!"
>You sit up straight and do your best to look casual as the wait pony arrives with your appetizers.

>>30364251
Please more, its amazing so far

>>30364251

>The appetizers are a selection of seasoned, grilled vegetables, served on a bed of what looks like orzo pasta and leafy greens.
>You miss meat, but the dish smells very good, setting your mouth to watering.
"Thank you."
>The wait pony withdraws.
>"What if it's something she doesn't like, or can't eat?"
"I'll send it back, that's what you do in restaurants."
>Twilight pepper mill huffs, puffing out her cheeks.
/That's kinda adorable./
>You turn to Rarity salt cellar.
"What about you? Anything to contribute?"
>The salt cellar appears to weigh her words carefully.
>"Her boorish table manners are quite shocking, perhaps you might try modeling some more refined habits for her?"
"Yeah. That'll work."
>There is a distant crash from the direction of the bathrooms.
>"What was that?" Twilight pepper mill asks.
"I hope you have some room in the the budget this fiscal year."
>"Urrrgh..."
>You see Anya approaching and hastily throw your napkin over the pepper mill and the salt cellar.
>"Stupid hoof-dryers. Bathrooms should have towels!" Princess Anastasia grumpily announces.
>You actually agree with that sentiment.
>You can also see that she has given some attention to her appearance, neatening the rude shock of hair on her head somewhat.
>You still wish you could see her eyes, though.
"Um, our appetizers are here, Anya."
>Anya looks at the plate of grilled vegetables.
>"This what ponies call dinner? Is hardly enough to feed baby!"
"Well, that's just the appetizer, you see."
>Anya looks at you inquiringly.
>You try to take Rarity's advice as best you can, and pick up your fork.
"There are multiple courses in meals like this. The appetizer is meant to stimulate your palate, and help you to anticipate the main course-"
>Anya suddenly slams her muzzle down onto her plate, making everything on the table jump, and noisily slurps up the food, chewing loudly.
>With a resigned shrug, you take a forkful of food and conduct it to your mouth, chewing it thoroughly to savor it.

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>>30328666
Is this a Morlock Pone? I love Morlock Pones!

>>30364410

>"You not like salt and pepper?" Anya asks with her mouth full, gesturing to your napkin covering the pepper mill and the salt cellar.
/How to explain?/
"I generally prefer to eat the food as the chef prepared it. Sometimes I season to taste, but not always."
>Anya swallows.
>"HAH! No wonder you so skinny, eating like that!"
>That is probably the first time since you arrived in Equestria that anything has called you skinny.
"When I was growing up, and even skinnier than I am now, my mom was an amazing cook."
>You see that you have Anya's undivided attention now.
"She taught me that food is more than just sustenance. She taught me that flavors could combine in some truly marvelous ways."
>You pause to pick up a piece of grilled summer squash, with bits of pasta sticking to it.
"Take this for example. Summer squash is mostly water, and tastes kinda bland by itself.But you can see from the black lines that it has been grilled."
>Anya nods, her attention apparently rapt.
"The chef has also added spices, and combines with the pasta, that has just a bit of olive oil and pine nut on it..."
>You put the grilled squash in your mouth and chew.
"Mmm. They combine to a smoky, robust, yet rustic flavor that makes me think of the farm where this must have been grown."
>Anya is drooling a bit, and looks sadly at her now-empty plate.
>"Can I try... your way?"
>Something in her voice seizes your attention.
"Sure."
>You scoop up another forkful and hold it out to her.
>Anya shuffles nervously once more, then opens her mouth for the food.
"Slowly. Remember to taste it."
>Anya nods, and carefully takes the food from your fork, chewing thoughtfully.
>You note that there's quite a bit of droll left on your fork, and wipe it off on your napkin.
>"I think-" Anya begins, still chewing.
"Ah-ah. Finish chewing, Anya."
>Anya nods and continues chewing, finally swallowing the morsel.
>"Your mother was very wise."
"I like to think so."
>"Can I meet her?"
"Ah. That's a bit difficult."

>>30364645

>"Why not?"
"I'm not from this world, you see. My mother, and everyone I knew growing up, are still there, on the world I came from."
>"Why you come here?"
"You mean how?"
>Anya hesitates, then nods.
"I don't know. Some magical mishap. I am assured that Princess Celestia's best scholars are trying to figure it out."
>You reach out and give the pepper mill a pat on the head.
>Anya lowers her head and shuffles again.
>"I knew there is reason why I like you."
>This time Anya has your full attention.
>"You are like me, a stranger here. You miss home?"
>You nod.
"Very much, some days. The ponies are nice to me, but I still live with the feeling that I don't belong here."
>"I miss home too."
>You almost feel that there is a connection, but the moment is spoiled by the wait ponies bringing your main course.
>"Sir and madam, we are proud to present the house speciality of the day."
>With a flourish, the wait pony lifts the domed silver cover off of the serving tray, revealing two bowls filled with orange liquid and lovingly garnished.
>They are accompanied by two silver baskets giving off a heavenly buttery, cheesy aroma, and covered with cloth napkins.
>As other wait ponies set the dishes before you, the head wait pony lovingly titles the dish for you.
>"Tomato bisque, avec croissants du fromage!"
>It's basically the fanciest grilled cheese sandwich with tomato soup you've ever seen.
/That looks REALLY good./
>You lean down and sniff the soup.
>It smells wonderful, but you wonder why there is a faint alarm bell ringing in your head.
>Also, the pepper mill seems to be acting up again.
"This is going to be amazing."
>You take one of the fresh, steaming croissants from your basket and dip it carefully in the soup, then bite the dampened end off.
>It tastes just as good as it looks and smells, and for a moment you are transported in your mind to your mother's kitchen table.
>She loved to make grilled cheese sandwiches with tomato soup.

>>30364783

>"Would either of you care to order anything from the Sweets Trolley?" a wait pony asks.
>Err on the side of being a good host.
"Yes, please bring it to our table."
>Anya leans in to sniff at her soup, the way she had seen you do.
>Her reaction, however, is profoundly different from yours.
>The Yak Princess freezes, then shakes her head violently.
>And then she sneezes directly into the bowl.
>Tomato bisque goes everywhere.
>Even though you are wearing a significant quantity of tomato soup now, your upbringing demands a response.
"Bless you."
>And then you are surrounded by indignant, snooty ponies who are also wearing tomato soup.
>"You big idiots! Look what you did to my wife's dress!"
>"Disgraceful!"
>"Barbarians!"
>"Hooligans! That's what you are"
>Your temper snaps.
"Oh yeah? Well you're another one!"
>"WHAT? Why, the absolute NERVE!"
>"Confounded cheek!"
"Seriously, back off before I get mad!"
>"How dare you sir! I'll have an action of assault against you for that!"
>"Who let these... aliens dine here anyhow?"
>"ENOUGH!!!" Anya bellows, and flips the table.
/Damn, shit just got real./
>Anya snorts and charges the table full of snooty ponies, which clears with inhuman speed as she uses her horns to flip that table as well.
>She then proceeds to trample the table to bits.
/Oh. Shitballs./
>"Call the guards! Call the guards!"
>The wait pony with the Sweets Trolley flees in terror at Anya's approach, as she flips the cart with her horns, flinging pastries everywhere.
/That's not gone well./
>Then, Anya turns to you and lowers her head, pawing the floor.
>There's nowhere for you to run.
/So./
/This is how I die./
>Princess Anastasia of Yakyakistan charges you, and then with an almost delicate flick of her head, flips you onto her own back.
>You are momentarily surprised to find yourself not gored to death.
"ANYA! What are you-"
>"HANG ON ANONYMOUS!"
>You feel her muscles surge and ripple beneath you as you cling to her long hair for dear life.

>>30364926

>Anya picks up steam rapidly, tossing furnishings aside as she goes.
>The crowd of snooty ponies flees in fear and, in the process, clears a path for her...
>Straight to the giant picture window with the breathtaking view of the mountains.
>Realizing what's about to happen, you bury your face in her blanket, as Princess Anastasia crashes through the window and flees into the night.
>Taking you with her.

To be continued.

>>30364939
And... binned, with edits. Anon's in quite the pickle now, isn't he?

https://pastebin.com/taNtQ6X9

>>30335725 Ye olde green of this pic I made a long time ago in a Thingpone thread far far away...


>"Where did you get all of that biomass, Thingy? Have you been assimilating ponies again?" Anon said in a stern tone of voice with his hands on his hips standing near the railing of the bridge.

>Thingpone's enormous, spindly form somehow contorted into looking abashed. The bony tail also tucking between her legs.

>"You better give those poor ponies their bodies and biomass or there will be no tummy rubs tonight." He stared at the disfigured face with a stern scowl.

>The huge vaguely pony-like alagamation of rapidly growing, shrinking, and splitting limbs shifted nervously in various grotesque ways whining softly as it did.

>"I mean it Thingpone! Go and grow then their bodies back, I expect you to apologise to each and every one of them!"

>The algamation's spindly limbs gripped the side of the building like a spider and the abomination's neck lengthened grotesquely, cracking, creaking, and slicking as the head of the vaguely pony shaped beast rotated and lengthened away from the main body to hover upright in front of Anon.

>It looked even larger up close, the head was enourmous, large enough to swallow Anon whole and a large part of the bridge with the bite it could take.

>The maw opened. Inside, countless tentacles, insectlike appendages, and various organic excretions revealed themselves. The upper body of a recently captured pony was fused to the inside of the maw, fighting a losing battle against the assimilation as the pony's body was slowly converted. The maw looked like the entrance to hell, utter insanity lay within.

>>30365582
>A gurgling rumbling sound emanated from the gaping maw until it suddenly and unexpectedly resolved into a soft, feminine voice:

>"Ugh, fiiine! You're no fun, Nony! Do I really have to apologize to every one of them?"

>"Yes, and you better do it or there will be no tummy rubs for a week!"

>"Alright Anon, you silly stick in the mud!" A huge tongue the size of a school bus emerged from Thingpone's maw to lick Anon. Anon tried to move way but the tongue was way too large and nimble to avoid and he became covered in a strange smelling slime. He could only look at her in mildly angry annoyance.

>"Really, Thingy?"

>The horrifying monster from the depths of hell made an angelic giggling sound as it's long, spiderlike limbs carried it over the top of the building to skitter away, spiderlike, to the next building, making herself a part of the city skyline as she went.

>>30364939
Things getting interesting. Looking forward to the next part.

>>30365157
More, now.

>>30364783
Croissants. Are. Not. Fucking. Sandwiches!

>>30366818
Denis Leary pls

>>30366833
Fucking who?

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Look at all this beautiful green, bump

>>30361423
>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.'

>>30368864
>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.'

>>30368876
>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.

>>30366818
No they're not, but they can be made with cheese, which gives a similar effect. You take your pastry way too seriously.

bedtime bump

Hoping for more yak princess and Ikra tomorrow.

>>30369479

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(Wearable) offspring of Rarity and those dress monster things from her Tantabus nightmare

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>>30370485
And as an adult

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>>30370485
And being worn by Anon Filly

>>30370510
Is her head a hoodie?

>>30370485
>>30370497
>>30370510
Cute!

Strange waifus shouldn't play on page 9. It is dangerous.

>>30365157
Indeed. Good work wine man. You make me glad kept this tab open. Please continue

>>30371429
I believe so.

>>30371429
Don't know.

>>30368887
>The bright sun, oppressive heat, and burning grit beneath Garrison's hooves suddenly become bearable as he looks inward to himself.
>He feels almost numb as he walks away from his fresh kill and toward Bomber, who is only a dark outline thanks to the sun, an accurate depiction of who Bomber really is: just a shadow that's taken form.
>Truth be told, Garrison feels little to nothing for the life he's taken. He has to mentally punish himself, /force/ himself to feel remorse, lest he become the monster that haunts any reflective surface he comes across.
>The soldier has been at war with himself, debating if he should keep track of the lives he's ended. Does he keep track, whipping himself daily with that knowledge driving him further into insanity, or does he stop counting and become more cold blooded by the day?
>That's really his life now. Day by day, he has to choose between holding onto his morality, or becoming numb to the bloodshed.
>'How far am I willing to go to survive? How far can I sink before I loose that spark of virtue?' He thinks to himself, practically collapsing against the wall as he enters the passage leading back to his prison.
>The stone is cool against the pony's body. It feels nice to to relax everything, Garrison wishes he could just remain there against the wall for hours, but Bomber's rough sand paper voice causes him to tense up once more.
"You've survived far worse than that Crew Cut, shake it off!"
>He punctuates his statement with a playful but hard pat on the back, causing the gladiator to slump further against the wall with a grunt.
>Garrison grits his teeth and attempts to stand once more. It's only now that he realizes how much of a toll his fight has taken.

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>>30374945
>He pushes off from the wall, but not before a lightning bolt of pain shoots down his back. 'That's gonna hurt in the morning.'
>Garrison voluntarily begins his walk back to his cage, and Bomber follows close behind. A headache starts to form as his 'master's' wheezing laughter echoes down the hall.
"I was /this/ close to betting my last wing on that fight! If I'd just go with my gut on these things, I'd have 3 pairs of wings by now!"
>Much to Garrison's relief, Bomber's laughter stops as they enter the room housing the slave cages.
>He's not, however, relieved to see the tan pegasus staring daggers at Ikra just inside.
>Zenith. Garrison seldom sees him, but he doesn't need a reason to hate him, he hates just about everyone here. Ikra gives a different reason to hate Zenith every time he asks.
>Bomber greets him dismissively and keeps walking.
"Zenith. Go ahead and start the next round without me, I have some business to attend to."
>With that, the slave master leaves the room, and Zenith and the Naga go back to their apparent showdown.
"What are /you/ doing down here, Zenith? Won't the sand damage the polish on your hooves?!"
>The pegasus' lip starts to quiver into a sneer, but he instead lifts his chin and looks away snidely.
"Well I'm certainly not here to speak to a half breed monster like you..."
>Ikra huffs and examines her claws dismissively.
"Harsh words. You sure do stare at me a lot despite me being a 'monster'."

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>>30374961
>Zenith falters, but continues as if she hadn't spoken.
"I came here to congratulate Garrison here on a job well done."
>He gestures to Garrison, but keeps his eyes locked on Ikra's.
"Garrison is exactly the type of gladiator we need to be promoting, not /side-show attractions/ like you and the pile of rocks over there. He keeps this sport pure and skillful, you would only turn this stadium into a carnival!"
>He flashes Garrison a smile as he locks him inside his cage, then he turns back to his Hybrid nemesis.
"Soon enough, Bomber will be gone, and then I'll be able to seal the holes on this sinking ship!"
>Ikra narrows her eyes.
"'Soon enough?' What's that supposed to mean?"
>Zenith walks slowly to her cage and leans his head in, only inches away from hers.
"It means that the only person keeping me from you doesn't have long for this world. Think about that!"
>Zenith then yelps and whips his head back as Ikra swipes a claw at him through the cell bars with a ferocious hiss.
>He backs away with a wide eyed expression, panting heavily. His eyes drift upward to see a few strands of hair sliced free from his styled mane, gliding slowly to the ground.
>His shocked countenance quickly falls away and is replaced by one of fury.
>He calls for the guards, who enter the room hurriedly, ready to receive their orders.
"Take the crystal dragon out of his cage again, it looks like there's been an encore..."
>He growls in frustration and stomps away to whatever hole he crawled out of.

>>30365157
(get back to work you fucking lush! okay...)

>Welp, this is officially the
>WORST.
>DATE.
>EVER.
>Let's review.
>First, you got roped into it for diplomatic reasons.
>Then your comfy clothes were bedazzled.
>You were forced into an hours-long study session to prepare you.
>You were still almost completely unprepared for events as they unfolded.
>Your date got tipsy and trashed approximately half of a very fancy restaurant.
>Your date pissed off, and/or assaulted a number of very snobby and presumably influential ponies.
>Not to mention that your date was a lumbering shaggy beast with more hair than sense.
>Oh, and let's not forget that she got upset and fled into the night, taking you with her.
>At least you haven't been arrested yet, but you're sure that outcome in inevitable at this point.
>Obviously, Mr. Anon's Wild Ride is far from over.
>You suffered a few superficial cuts and bruises when Princess Anastasia had flung you onto her back and jumped through a large picture window.
>If the yak princess had sustained any injuries, she wasn't letting them bother her as she tore through the streets like a hairy juggernaut.
>They didn't slow her down as she broke free of the town limits and into open fields.
>If anything she had increased speed, such that you were terrified to simply let go and fall off, as you probably ought to have done by now.
>She didn't show any signs of slowing down, in fact, until she reached the tree line.
>Only then her mad stampede slowed, and finally stopped.
>As Princess Anastasia pants, slowly cooling down, you finally unclench your aching hands and drop into a pile of leaf litter.
>Your relief at not being killed or seriously injured quickly gives way to boiling anger.
"That's great. That's just PEACHY! 'Go on a date,' they said, 'It'll be fun,' they said! ARRRGH!!"
>You scramble to your feet, taking stock of your surroundings.

>>30375708

"It's now just after sunset, and I've been yelled at, insulted, and finally KIDNAPPED by a princess!"
>You angrily kick the pile you just climbed out of, scattering up a brief flurry of dead leaves.
>It does precisely nothing for your current mood.
"If I ever got home and told anyone this story, they'd lock me up for a lunatic!!!"
>"I-I s-sorry I r-ruin everything," a quiet, shuddering voice whimpers.
>You turn towards the sound of your voice, fully prepared to serve up a piece of your mind.
>In the last, waning rays of the sunset, you see several drops fall from the yak princess's face, spattering on the forest floor.
>And suddenly you feel like a total jerk.
>She was confused and frightened.
>And she had done what she thought was right.
>She had gotten you both out of the situation that had confused and frightened her.
"Anya..."
>"No look at me!"
>She turns to face away from you, scattering a few more tears as she does.
>You stand there for a bit, letting your anger cool off and considering your words carefully as Princess Anastasia tries and fails to suppress her snuffling sobs.
"Anya, I'm sorry. I'm not yelling at you. I'm...just blowing off steam-"
>"I wreck EVERYTHING! BAAAWWWWW!!!"
>Nothing in Twilight's study session had covered what to do if Princess Anastasia turned into an emotional basket case.
>You're completely on your own in uncharted territory now.
>You walk up to her and tentatively put an arm around what you hope are her shoulders.
>She doesn't pull away from you, and her crying begins to subside.
"Anya, can I tell you another story?"
>She sniffles a bit.
>"Like one about your mother?"
"Kinda like that, yeah."
>A few more sniffles.
>"Yes. I want story."
"Okay."
>You take your arm off her and take a few steps away towards a fallen tree, where you settle yourself.
>Her head follows your movement, a good sign.
"At my school, there were a lot of rules."
>You pause, gathering your memories.
"And I thought a lot of them were stupid."

>>30354494
Eat a snickers bar you look hungry.

>>30376079

>You had attended on scholarship, because even at an early age you had proven to be very smart.
>Most of the other kids were there because their parents had metric butt-tons of money, and a very specific set of values that they expected their children's education to reinforce.
>From the very first day, you had been marked as an outsider by all but a few.
>There was a strict social pecking order among the student body, and some kids never let you forget it.
>One in particular seemed to have appointed himself as your personal tormenter.
>He never passed up an opportunity to belittle you, insult you, or sabotage you.
>He would walk up behind you and kick your books out of your hand.
>If you ever left your assignments unattended, he could be counted upon to throw them out of the nearest convenient window.
>The final straw had come when he had learned there was a girl at the school you were sweet on.
>He had talked to her one day.
>You don't know what he said to her, but from then on she would burst into tears and flee whenever you came near her.
>You confronted him about it, and you still remember exactly what he had said to you.
>"This place isn't for people like you, it's for people like me."
>"My father is important, your father is a nobody."
>"That means I can do whatever I want, and you have to kiss my ass."
>The next thing you remember two teachers were pulling you off of him.
>He was flat on his back with his face bleeding, and half the student body were cheering you on, in spite of the teachers yelling at them to get back to class.
>Within the hour, you had been sent home with a letter of expulsion for fighting.
>Your mother, gentle soul that she was, had been appalled and had read you the Riot Act.
>Your father, on returning home from work, had asked you what happened, and listened attentively while you told him.
>You still remember his exact words as well.

>>30376330

>"You know, you really can't do anything about whatever other people think of you. But you must never let them define you. Only you can define you."
>"You did well standing up for yourself, and I'm proud of you."
>"Now, let's see about finishing your schooling somewhere there aren't so many assholes."
>You chuckle, remembering that moment particularly, since it was the first time you had ever heard your father swear.

>"What means asshole?"
>Princess Anastasia has moved closer to you while you were telling your story.
"Umm, it's pretty flexible, but I think he meant stupid, obnoxious, self-entitled, contemptible jerks."
>Anya nods.
>"Asshole. Is good word. Some ponies are assholes."
"I think you'll find that any demographic group you can name probably has a fair percentage of assholes."
>Suddenly a memory strikes and causes you to giggle.
"Did you see what happened after you kicked over the dessert cart?"
>She flinches a bit. "No."
"Heh, a pie flew across the room and hit that smarmy Maître'd pony right in the puss."
>You see Anya shuffling nervously, as you laugh at another memory.
"And then, those pompous asses scattering like tenpins when you flipped their table?"
>In retrospect, with a little bit of time between you and that disastrous dinner, it begins to seem uproariously funny now.
>You can almost imagine the scene in black and white, with three funny little men responsible for all the mayhem.
>That thought makes you laugh out loud.
>"What is funny?"
"Well it's..."
>You momentarily consider the merits of trying to explain The Three Stooges to her.
"I guess it means, don't worry about it. Things will be alright. At least, I forgive you, okay?"
>Anya takes another step closer to you.
>"You mean that?"
>You still wish you could see her eyes.
"Yeah, I do."
>Tentatively you reach towards her face, and she flinches a bit.
"Sorry. May I?"
>Anya hesitates, and then nods.
>"You may."
>Moving slowly, you carefully lift her veil of hair.

>>30376630

>A pair of large, brown eyes, still bright with tears, peers anxiously back at you.
>Anya seems to be holding her breath.
"Has anyone ever told you that have really pretty eyes?"
>Direct hit.
>Anya blushes and turns her head away, her hair falling back over her eyes.
>"You no mean that."
"I do mean that. I've been wondering all evening what your eyes looked like, and now I finally found out."
>Anya shuffles nervously once more, and in a voice so quiet you have to strain to hear it, says, "I... I like your eyes too."
>Away in the distance, you hear a stentorian voice holler, "Princess Anastasia!"
>Followed by a familiar feminine voice calling, "Anonymous!"
/Shit, that's Twilight./
"I guess we've been missed."
>Anya turns back to you.
>"They look for us!"
"Yup."
>The yak princess takes another step closer to you.
>"Please Anonymous, before they find us, do one more thing?"
"Sure."
>"G-give me kiss."
"What?"
>"Please!"
>You hear the distant voices calling your names getting closer.
>You raise your hands to either side of her face.
"As you wish, Anya."
>And you lean forward and give her a quick kiss right in the middle of her nose.
>"That what ponies call kiss?"
>She sounds vaguely disappointed.
"That's how humans kiss. I think ponies usually just rub noses-"
>You are interrupted as Anya opens her mouth and her thick, glistening pink tongue quickly crosses the gap between her muzzle and your face.
>The warm, muscular appendage drags roughly up your face, nearly knocking you over and leaving behind a copious quantity of yak slobber.
>You are stunned into silence.
>"That how we kiss in Yakyakistan."
"Umm..."
>"Anonymous! There you are!"
>Princess Twilight comes into view, with three yaks following behind her.
>You hastily retrieve your handkerchief from your jacket and wipe off your face, as Anya turns to face them.
>You recognize one of the yaks as Prince Rutherford.
>"YOU! HUMAN! IF YOU HAVE HARMED ONE HAIR ON MY SISTER..."

>>30376999
More?

>>30376999
(trips demand more)

>"YOU WILL NOT HARM! ANONYMOUS IS GENTLE!"
>Prince Rutherford stares at his sister, then begins yelling at her in rapid-fire Bos, their native language.
>Princess Anastasia interrupts him, also yelling in Bos, effectively cutting you out of the conversation.
>"Anonymous! how could you let things get so far out of control?" Twilight upbraids you.
>You can only shrug in reply.
"I never had any control, I was just along for the ride. Can you understand anything they're saying?"
>Twilight clicks her tongue in irritation.
>"No, I never studied Bos."
>The argument grows more heated, and now both Rutherford and Anastasia are punctuating their sentences by stamping their hooves at each other.
"Why didn't you tell me she was Prince Rutherford's sister?"
>"I thought you knew!"
>The argument reaches a crescendo, and Anya actually shouts down her brother.
>In the midst of her tirade you hear one word you recognize: "ASSHOLE!"
>The argument over, Anya turns abruptly and walks back towards you, wearing a determined look.
>Well, it would be more accurate to say that she stomps back towards you, stopping about a foot away.
>"Anonymous! You said you like blanket, yes?"
>You nod.
"Yes, I do. It's very pretty."
>"GOOD!"
>With that she turns and seizes the ornately woven green blanket in her teeth, pulling it off her back and offering it to you.
>Behind her, you see the other three yaks' jaws fall open in shock.
>Not knowing what else to do, you hold out your arms, and Anya drops her blanket into them.
>"You take to keep warm in winter, and think of me!"
"Wow, uh...thank you, Princess Anastasia."
>She nods and turns, stomping back towards her brother.
>"WE GO NOW!" she yells as she stomps past the other yaks.
>Prince Rutherford glares at you before he turns to follow his sister.
>Princess Twilight Sparkle looks just as confused as you feel.
"Wow. Touchy."

>>30377342

>You adamantly refuse to be teleported again, so you and Princess Twilight walk back to the castle.
>She keeps up a running commentary on all the mistakes you supposedly made that evening, which you largely tune out.
>The informs you that the restaurant has declared you persona-non-grata, which you had fully expected.
>She also tells you that the guard expects you to make a statement to them about the night's events.
>She agonizes over how she's going to tell Princess Celestia about what happened.
>Twilight Sparkle is also rather upset that it doesn't particularly seem to bother you.
>"And why were you calling her 'Anya' the whole time?"
"She asked me to call her that."
>"But it's SO inappropriate!"
>You've already had a long day, and want nothing more than a hot bath and a good night's sleep.
>Twilight is still haranguing you as you enter the castle.
>Once safely inside, you immediately strip off the ridiculous sash, your vandalized jacket, and the gaudy vest and tie and drop them on the floor.
>A magical aura immediately develops around them.
>"Have a care Anonymous! I worked hard on those!"
>Rarity levitates the abandoned garments onto a hanger which settles onto the coat rack.
"Sorry Rarity, I'm just a bit tired because I've been listening to this all the way home."
>You point at Twilight Sparkle.
>"You have NOT been listening! Do you even have any idea of the setback you probably dealt to Equestrian / Yakyakistani relations tonight?"
"Probably not. As I explained to you earlier, I'm not a diplomat."
>Spike appears, having heard the commotion, or more likely Rarity.
>"Hey Anon-WHOA! Looking kinda rough there, dude. You want some coffee?"
>FINALLY, some sympathy.
"Yes, please and thank you very much."
>"On it!"
>Spike suddenly stops in mid-pace and belches a green flame into the air.
>A scroll drops out of the midst of the fireball and Spike neatly catches it.
>For the first time, Twilight Sparkle appears at a loss for words.

>>30377627

>"Message for you from Princess Celestia, Twilight!" Spike announces.
>Twilight Sparkle gulps, regarding the scroll as though it were a radioactive spider.
>Finally, her expression melts into one of tired resignation, and she levitates the scroll over to herself and opens it.
>"Thank you Spike."
>Spike leaves to make you your coffee.
>Rarity appears at your side.
>"So how did things go between you and the Princess after you left the restaurant? Tell me all the juicy details!"
>You, however, are watching a virtual parade of emotions cross Twilight's face as she reads the scroll.
"Umm, is everything all right, Twilight? Princess Celestia isn't too mad, is she?"
>Twilight Sparkle looks up from the scroll, her face now in shock.
>"Well don't keep us in suspense Twilight, what does it say?"
>Twilight Sparkle shakes her head vigorously, and then begins to read aloud from the scroll.
>"Well done, my faithful student! Our Minister of State has just informed me that Prince Rutherford signed a Letter of Intent to establish full diplomatic and trade relations with Equestria!"
"What? Really?"
>"I understand there was something of a kerfuffle at the restaurant, and have I dispatched Prince Blueblood to take care of everything, so you needn't worry about that."
>"Well, isn't that simply marvelous!" Rarity exclaims.
>You detect the edge under her voice, knowing that she's still none too fond of Prince Blueblood.
>"You, Rarity, and Pinkie Pie have earned the gratitude of Equestria for your skilled handling of Princess Anastasia's visit, and on a more personal note, my sincerest congratulations to Anonymous as well!"
"Me? What did I do?"
>"Go on, what else?" Rarity asks.
>"That's it. Signed Princess Celestia, Regent of the Sunlight, et-cetera."
>Twilight drops the scroll on the table with a puzzled frown and picks up a book.
>You recognize it as that book about Yakyakistan's courtship and mating traditions from earlier.

>>30377852

>"Did you hear that Anonymous? Princess Celestia personally congratulated you!" Rarity enthuses.
"Twilight, why are you still reading that book? The date's over."
>"Because I'm still worried."
>You can't help but sigh in exasperation.
"You're always worried. Look, things went haywire, but they seem to have worked out for the best, right?"
>Spike comes in with the coffeepot and four cups.
>"I made extra in case anypony else wants some."
"Ah, thank you Spike, you have no idea how much I needed that right now."
>You pour yourself a cup, then pick up the folded bundle you brought back with you.
"Hey Rarity, check this out!"
>You unfold the blanket and hold it up for her to see.
>"Oh, MY! What a simply BEAUTIFUL example of traditional Yakyakistani craftsmanship!"
"A gift from Her Grace. I guess I made an impression, huh?"
>"Oh the pattern is simply gorgeous! Would it be too much trouble for you to bring it by the Boutique so I could photograph it?"
"Sure, I'd be happy to."
>Rarity's nose wrinkles and she waves a hoof in front of her face."
>"Perhaps you might launder it first?"
>You chuckle at Rarity's prissy reaction until Twilight speaks up again from the other side of the room.
>"Why did you order the soup?"
>Again, you are compelled to sigh in exasperation.
"This again? How was I supposed to know that the Special was soup?"
>"You could have asked me to read the menu!"
"What difference does it make at this point?"
>She waves the book at you.
>"Because it says, right in the title, 'DON'T order the soup'!"
>You groan as you fold up the blanket again.
>You can't wait to get it home, it'll probably really tie the room together.
>PAFF! Twilight teleports across the room right in front of you.
>"WHERE did you get that BLANKET?"
"Princess Anastasia gave it to me, remember?"
>"And you ACCEPTED IT??"
"You were there Twilight, you saw me."
>"Wait, did you kiss her?"
"Not really."
>Twilight scrunches up her face.
>"It's a yes-or-no question! Did you?"

>>30377973

>A moment passes as you sip your coffee.
"She kissed me."
>Twilight's expression melts into one of shock as the glow from her horn fades.
>The book on Yakyakistani courtship and mating traditions succumbs to gravity and drops to the floor.
>Now wearing a dazed expression, Twilight Sparkle begins to pace.
>"Twilight, you seem upset, are you alright?" Rarity asks.
>You have also picked up on the sudden and distinct change in Twilight Sparkle's mood.
"What's wrong Twilight?"
>Twilight paces a bit more, before finally stopping and turning to face you.
>"Anonymous, I don't know how to tell you this, so I'm just going to tell you."
>She takes a deep breath.
>"Anonymous, you're engaged."
>...
>...
>A pin dropped in the room at this point would have landed with an audible thud.
>...
>...
"FUCKITTY-WHAT??!!!!!"

End of PART ONE. To be continued. Enjoy your cliffhanger.

>>30378031

And again, binned with corrections. I'm gratified that people seem to be digging this story, and I'm just as much in the dark as you are about where it goes from here, so please be patient. It will be continued in due course.

https://pastebin.com/taNtQ6X9

>>30378202
>I'm just as much in the dark as you are about where it goes from here
The making of many strong yaktyr daughters, obvious!

>>30378282
Yak minotaurs

>>30378981
Cutiemoos.

>>30378031
Amazing story so far! Looking forward to the next part!

>10

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>>30374968
You're all caught up on Hybrid Theory now! Unfortunately that means I'll be posting a bit slower as I juggle the story with my other ones.

>>30378202
I'm pretty excited for this story. I think it'd be cool if they got married and then the princess drags him all around Equestria on diplomatic missions, introducing him to all sorts of other races. Maybe he gets a harem of weird princesses

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>>30383274
>Maybe he gets a harem of weird princesses
Yes.

>>30383358
>bard players

>>30383274
World-building is a big part of the fun, isn't it? You get to set your own rules for telling the story.

>>30383358
A jealous yak princess squares off with a dreamy eyed gryphon princess

>>30383358
A harem of weird princesses, not your own fucking kids.

>>30383274
>A harem of weird princesses
As long as none of them are ponies. Equestria's got too many cool non-pony species to get tied down with that.

>>30383274
I look forward to more Ikra.

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>>30388046
Cute! What type of fishpony is she?
And does she have a name?

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>>30388054
She's a Koi pony, and I couldn't find her name.
Have another cute fishpony!

>>30388054
Looks like a sort of goldfish.

>>30388054
>>30388061

Oh, wait, nevermind, I found her name. It's River Rose.
http://sweeetop.deviantart.com/art/Koi-Pony-600294833

>>30388046
>>30388061
>fishponies without hind legs
Do they just have a pussy-slit on their fish tail like dolphins?

>>30388091
That's what I like to imagine.

>>30388096
Me too.

https://pastebin.com/YDJZ3Cs6

Here's the pastebin for Ikra

>>30388866
Thanks
>>30389744
Very pretty

>>30391394

>Open door, walk in, close door.
>Hang up hat.
>Set down brief case.
"Honey, I'm home!"
>Several tentacles shoot out from the living room and encircle your limbs.
"What the fuck?!!"
>You are lifted bodily into the air and carried into the living room.
>A pair of scythe-like, insectoid appendages flick out and slice through your clothing.
>The remains of your comfy suit drop quietly to the floor.
>Supported by a ropy column of viscous flesh, Amber's head pops into view.
>Her expression crazed with lust.
>"Honey-boo, you would not believe how horny I am right now!"
"I was kinda getting that impression-"
>"No talking! Fill me with your HMD now!"
>Below you, her hind legs, surrounded by the writhing tentacles holding you firmly, spread wide open.
>The moist opening between them also spreads, gulping hungrily, juices running out onto the floor.
>With a growl, Amber draws you to herself and wraps tightly around you, as her sex pretty much inhales your genitalia.
>The one thing that Thingpone hadn't counted on...
>The one huge thing she assimilated fro her first equine victim...
>The one thing that reduced her from alien conqueror to Anon's horsewaifu...
>Estrus has taken the lead.
>The next few hours are unspeakably delightful.

bampu

bomp

More ikra coming out later today

>>30391844
Why does this turn me on?

>>30374968
"An encore?!"
>Ikra noticed Garrison tense up as he said it.
>He seemed awfully concerned about Vista going out there again.
"Relax Gary, Vista's the toughest guy here. Why do you sound so worried?"
>He glances over at her with a look of apprehension.
"I'm not worried...it's just-"
>He's cut off by one of the guards.
"Shut up, you two!"
>The guards turn back to Vista and begin preparing to open the specialized cage, when Nail started in with her insanity once more.
"Mighty Ikra has shown her strength once more!"
>She again grips the bars to her cage and shakes them even more violently than before.
>Her brother hops behind her, a similar mania in his eyes.
"The beautiful, indomitable Ikra will destroy red-maned fool! She will tastes his blood!"
>Tooth gets closer to his sister, who is still clinging to he cell wall, and grabs her tail as if it were a cob of corn.
>He chomps down on it, eliciting a primal roar from his twin. She climbs further up the bars until she's touching the ceiling of the cage, and flicks her tail, causing Tooth to drop to the floor with a thud.
>She then leaps onto him from her position and proceeds to pound on him with merciless hammer fists.
>Ikra watches on with concern as the kobolds brutalize each other for no discernible reason.
>The guards were presumably doing the same thing, as it took a few minutes for them to realize they should probably do something to stop the fight.

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>>30395853
>The guards finally spring into action, grabbing a nearby bucket of water and dousing the rabid siblings with it.
"Hey! Save it for the arena!"
>As soon as the water hits them, they immediately separate and head to the opposite corners of their cage to stare each other down, panting heavily.
"Why don't we just put them into separate cages?!"
>The second hard gives the first one a dead stare.
"We tried. They just screech like the screams of Tartarus until they're put together again."
>The guards continue back and forth, and Ikra looks to Garrison for confirmation on what they'd just witnessed, but she finds that he's not looking at the kobolds.
>Instead, he's looking at Vista. He gives him and nod and they share a knowing glance as the guards face the other way.
>'What are they up to?' Ikra thinks. She narrows her eyes and watches as they continue to seemingly communicate via body language.
>Vista quietly but hurriedly stands up and steps away from the corner he always sits in, and neatly places some of his bedding where he was just sitting seconds ago.
>Vista fidgets with his bedding some more, and whirls around to face the guards when they finish their banter and return to his cage.
"You ready, 'Death'?"
>Vista responds in Ikra's voice. And she cringes at hearing her own voice.
"Let's do it!"

>>30395859
>The guards finish opening the cage and let Vista out. One of them brandishes a specialized bell, almost like a tuning fork.
>Ikra sees them carrying it every time they handle the crystal drake. Vista always did hate loud noises, maybe that's the secret to defeating him!
>She makes a mental note to remember that. She has a bad habit of making a plan to kill everyone in case she has to. The only one she doesn't have a plan for is Bomber. She needs to change that.
>Vista is escorted out of the room, and his thunderous footfalls grow more faint down the hall.
>Ikra keeps her inquisitive gaze locked on Garrison, until he eventually looks over at her.
>He jumps in surprise when he finds her already looking at him, like a filly caught in the act.
"What was that?"
>He glances around nervously.
"What was what? The kobolds? They're nuts!"
>He cringes as the kobolds look over and hiss at him.
"No, I mean you and Vista, what /was/ all of that?"
>He shrugs.
"I'm more concerned about what Zenith said!"
>Ikra bit her lower lip. She had almost forgot about Zenith's disconcerting words.
"I'll worry about that later. Don't change the subject, what are Vista and you up to?!"
>Garrison almost goes completely limp with resignation, and he lets out a defeated sigh.
"We've been planning, Ikra. Vista and I...we're getting out of here."

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>>30395339
Because eldritch abominations make the best strange lovers.

>>30328666
so would having sex with a pony with a symbiote count as a threesome, or would the Symbiote just kind of be like someone hanging out on the couch and not enjoying the experience?

>>30396206
If she was your clothes/second skin, she'd basically be like a condom. You'd sort of be fucking her and she'd be fucking the pony.

>>30395859
I bet those kobolds are fucking.

>>30395863
More when?

>>30397100
B-but they're siblings! Probably not the worst thing kobolds have done

More in a day or two

>>30397100
>I bet those kobolds are fucking.
>>30397784
>B-but they're siblings!

Which is precisely why they fight so much. Due to their warren living lifestyle Kobolds have evolved a highly sensitive aversion to mating with related individuals in order to avoid inbreeding based colony collapses. They also have very high sex drives.
With the siblings their need for a sense of 'colony' makes it so they go ballistic when separated from the only other kobold around, their breeding instincts mean that the presence of the opposite gender is driving their libido's but their anti-inbreeding instincts mean they also find the idea too repulsive for anything like that to happen. End result: Massive sexual frustration leading to constant fighting.

>>30398056
Y-yeah...totally intentional, that's uh...I was totally implying that.

Now I wanna write about kobolds fucking. I'll have to make a trip to /trash/

>>30391844
FUN FACT: John Carpenter's "The THING" was released 35 years ago.

>>30398721
Time is a bastard.

>>30398642
Post a link.

Are you enjoying ikra so far? Is there anything you'd like to see?

>>30402164
>Are you enjoying ikra so far?
Enjoying it so far.

>Is there anything you'd like to see?
Violent kobold sibling romance.

>>30398721
RIP, good original science fiction movie golden age

>>30402220
I'm not sure if that'd be very fitting to the story. I might have to do a one-off

>>30403028
Yeah, a sort of spinoff one-shot starring the kobolds would probably make more sense.

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>tfw no qt kobold gf

>>30403028
>I might have to do a one-off
That would probably fit better

>>30403054
Cutebolds a cute.

>>30403093
They sure are.

>>30403037
I'll think about an origin story with plenty of incest don't you worry my guy

>>30403883
Sounds awesome!
Looking forward to it!

More yak princess when?

>>30405128
Gonna be a while, gotta do some work that pays bills first.

>>30396173
A cute!

>monster no die

>>30408278
Godzilla is simply dormant.

What's the strangest waifu you have

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>>30410214
I want to impregnate a flesh planet.

>>30410233
Is that this Terraria-like space planet-hopping game?

>>30411222
Starbound.

>>30411237
Yes, thats it!

>>30410233
>supermassive waifu

>>30410233
>Deathstar Remina
good luck, you're gonna need it

>>30411307
My daughteru the moon.

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Bedtime bump.

>>30395863
>Ikra is stunned by Garrison's response.
>She tries to speak, but a knot in her throat prevents any words from coming out.
>Garrison sees this reaction, and takes the opportunity to add to his statement.
"Vista needs to take his life back, he wants to find a way to part with the crystal and go back to his /family/. I can't take this much longer either, Ikra, I'm not bred for this like you are!"
>Ikra fights through the shock of his outburst and finds that he's right. Looking at the former soldier, she can see the damage that's been done to him, inside and out.
>When he first got here, she remembered thinking about how handsome and broad he was, but now his flattering features are withering by the day as he's beaten and malnourished.
>The chiseled face and sculpted body of the royal guardsman has now degenerated into a mere remnant of the soldier's former physique.
>His coat is dusty and covered in scars, his limbs are shaky, and the flesh of his famished body clings to the rather impressive muscles he's managed to maintain.
>What hits her harder is the damage that she can't see, the damage that's on the inside. She's only heard stories of life outside of this arena, she always thought they were just lies and fantasies, dreams and delusions of her fellow fighters trying to cope with with this world.
>Her new revelation about her 'uncle' leads her to open her mind. 'How torturous to have such a wonderful life taken away from you.'
>A new set of feelings invades her. Her shock has given way to sympathy, but it's short lived, as her sympathy turns to anger from Garrison's next words.

>>30412224
"You can't tell Bomber. If you think of Vista and me as friends, then let us escape!"
>'Don't tell Bomber'?! How little does he trust her?!
>'Let us escape'?! Why isn't she included?!
>Her eyes burn as the lump in her throats finally disappears.
"So that's it, you and Vista were just going to leave without telling me?! How little do I mean to you that you'd leave me out of this, that you think I'd tell Bomber?!"
>Garrison snaps back, perhaps a bit louder than he had originally intended.
"Am I wrong to assume that? Last I checked, you thought Bomber could do no evil, that he was your wise uncle, that this arena was the only thing in life!"
>The fire in Ikra's belly is doused by his words. He's right, just this morning she had argued with him over this same subject, she hadn't had a chance yet to tell him that she finally saw reason.
>Ikra begins to pace in her cell, the patting of her front claws contrasting with the clopping of her back hooves.
"You're right. About everything. This arena is the only thing I've ever known, and Bomber has been using that fact to manipulate me."
>She stops pacing and sits down. The her glossy eyes finally giving way to tears as she begins to quietly sob.
>She can't remember the last time she actually cried. All physical pain has seemingly lost its meaning to her, and she's never had a reason to be depressed until now.
"I want to leave too Gary, I want to see all of the things you've told me about! I want to see the lights of a village at night, I want to meet people who aren't psychotic, I want to eat a hayburger, whatever that is...please don't leave me here alone again!"

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>>30412234
>Through her blurred vision, she can see Garrisons face go red. She blinks away the tears long enough to see the sorrow on his face, but the sobbing quickly returns.
>He looked just as surprised to see her crying as she was.
>He speaks to her in a gentle voice that she didn't know he was capable of.
"We were going to ask you if you wanted to come with, we were just going to do it last minute so you wouldn't have time to warn anyone. We'd never leave you behind."
>Any control Ikra had over her sobbing is relinquished as he speaks.
"We're going to get out of here Ikra, I'll show you everything Equestria has to offer. You won't have to spend another night alone in a cage ever again!"
>They both sit in silence as Ikra's sobs eventually dissipate.
>Garrison looks over at the two kobolds in the cage next to him, still separated in their respective corners of the cage, and now sleeping in awkward positions.
"...I suppose you want to take the 'bolds as well, don't you?"
>His tone is dry and regretful.
>A smile crosses Ikra's face for the first time in a while, and she chuckles softly.
"Yes. Yes I do."
>He leans back and runs a hoof along his disheveled mane.
"I guess it's a full fledged prison break then. There's just one complication..."
>Ikra rubs the remaining tears out of her eyes and leans closer to him in her cage.
"What's that?"
>He gestures to the other door, the one that Bomber and Zenith went through.
"Whatever that Zenith is planning, he's probably going to do it soon, otherwise he wouldn't have told you. If he comes to power, our plans could be ruined, we have to work fast."

>>30412248
Questions, comments concerns?

>it's shit?

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>>30414085
Cuter than I thought squidpone would be.

>>30414085
Pony, squid, giant. How many fetishes can one waifu hit?

>>30414085
S-She big.

>>30412248
More when?

>>30414078
It's good so far.

Bad waifu. Back to page 1.

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>>30417502

>>30418140
Who is this?

>>30418854
Mave. Badumsquish's alp-luachra pony waifu.

>>30418867
Is there a green for her?

>>30419687
Not as far as I know, but we did have a minor but AFAIK unfinished story about some other alp-luachra a few years ago.

>>30419834
>alp-luachra

okay you faggots need to stop. that's not a pony just because it has hair and the same eye style and you slap the word 'pony' after it. you've crossed a line. i gave airplane ponies a pass because pegasi are basically those but nope.

>>30419845
>i gave airplane ponies a pass
Good thing nobody cares what you think, you brrrt.

>>30419845
You're here too?
Why don't you go back to trolling RGRE.

>>30419845
Clearly you don't visit this thread. At all.

>>30419845
>he doesn't know how to hide threads he doesn't like

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>>30420236
He's all over /mlp/.

>>30420548
Yeah, seems like it.

>>30420236
>>30420548
>>30420550
Just another triggered reeeeeeeefag

>>30419834
>>30419845
Either way, it'd be nice to have some green on her

>>30420548
Aww she looks so shy.
Bet she turns into a real beauty when she grows up.

>>30421311
It sure would.
That writefag probably left a long time ago though.

>>30420548

Tatzlsatyr?

>>30421558
Tatzljack, yeah.
Don't know if it's a race swapped Cider, or a new one altogether, though.

>>30383274
>I think it'd be cool if they got married and then the princess drags him all around Equestria on diplomatic missions

That would be cool, but I'm not really trying to write a twelve-book epic here. I still haven't finished the last long story I started (Goldilocks).

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>>30421687
It could be an interesting encounter with only one other princess then. Could get some laffs

>>30423286
Ponies are normally smaller than humans but kaijuponies are massive. This one is a mix. Would a half-human/half-kaijupone be larger or smaller than a full kaijupone? On one hand humans are naturally smaller than kaiju but ponies are naturally smaller than humans.

>>30424008
I imagine halfies tend to meet their parents half way.
That said, genetics are a gamble, she could be different.

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>>30424008
It's tough to say but fun to experiment with. I think they both would roughly meet around the same height, Orchid may be a bit taller if of course she is on her hind legs. I would believe when it's all said and done, a fully matured Orchid would be about a cat 3-4 so she would be around the 300 ft range (bipedal) or very close to the size of Otachi when on all fours. Though most pony comparison chart theories have humans taller even when a pone is bipedal, in this case Orchid would be a bit bigger due to kaiju-ness or something, so she should be larger here than when I drew her. As for Lea, if that bus is around 40 ft, this would put her at about 280 ft, close to the same height as a Jaeger which is what I was aiming for. From there she's not going to get much taller than that, well that's just my headcanon anyways.