Dragons in Equestria #2

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>>30366396
>he forgot the title first time
>this general at all
>pic related

>>30366396
Authors:
Finished:
Buggernon's "Anon the Dragon": http://pastebin.com/u/Buggernon
Punki's "Hangin'": https://pastebin.com/As6YwYpx
Punki's "Discord vs. Daze": https://pastebin.com/bNLBq5N1
Dragonlord Kolaghan's "The Gold Standard": http://pastebin.com/10Tytn1J

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

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>>30366401

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Need some drunken unicorn jousting

>>30366761
Why not alicorns, their horns are longer after all.

>>30366870
>"Sister, this activity, although most bizarre, is the most fun We had in years!"
>"Indeed, I have never thought of using my horn as a weapon. We must inform general-"
"Quiet you two. Lances don't talk."
>"My apologies."

>>30366880
>"Let's show them the might of the solar guard."
"Praise *hic* the Sun!"
>"We shan't succumb to their inferior tactics. For the night everlasing, my little pony, CHARGE!"

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So many legss

so is there a dragon story with a main character thats not a genderswapped wannabe tranny

>>30367857
Hybrid Theory is a good one

>>30367857
There are.
One's Clarissa's behemoth dragon, presumably a "he", the other's Kolaghan's Jazz, although I can't for the life of me find the 'bin.
That is if you want anon transformed into a dragon. Unless you want femanon becoming a dragon. IIRC there is such a story too.

>>30366883
>Be Long Spear thanks mom the substitute captain of the guard buck you dad, there is such a job at least you're not selling used carriages, ha take that dad!
>Be looking for that stupid dragon guard again, the tall one. At least banana midget seriously, was she sick or something when she was a foal? is smart enough to report to your office when ordered.
>You elect to take a minute to rest in a small park near you.
>That is until you hear clanking of metal armor and drunk laughter.
>Oh they better have a darn good reason for drinking on duty because otherwise you're going to buck the hay out of their empty little heads faster than they can say "Praise the Sun".

>Turning a corner you see the source of the laughter.
>It's that dragon cornstalk dolt of a guard. Drunk, on duty. In the presence of princesses.
"Why you little..." you mutter under your breath as your blood begins to boil.
>Daze, or whatever, and some nightwatch bat ninny are jousting... using princesses as LANCES? WHAT?!!
"WHAT IN THE NAME OF SUN IS GOING ON HERE?!"
>Bat guard screech-yelps in surprise. Dear Sun you hate that sound.
>"We, um... well... we were... um... you see... uh..." the bat ninny stumbles over her own words, lovely.
>"Oi, stop yellin' ya wankstein, we can all hear you ova' 'ere just fine."
>You swear your head's gonna explode if you hear one more weird word from that weird dragon.
>"What gotcha so red mate? Y-"

>>30368723
"What got me so red?! YOU ARE DRUNK, ON DUTY! YOU ARE A DISGRACE FOR-"
>"Is something wrong captain?" inquired the solar princess.
"Wh- your majesty! This guard is what's wrong - I could recite all the protocols and regulation this insufferable soon-to-be-dishonorably-discharged and lacking any semblance of manners guard broke, but it would take all night and you, of course, have more important things to do than-"
>"Thou art correct my little pony."
"B-but your majesty, she's DRUNK! She's drunk and... and your horns, and lances, and the whole thing, I mean is this even safe? Forgive my impudence, but with all due respect princesses, no amount of guards, especially ones who disobey the orders..." you shoot Daze a glare, which she immediately returns, although weakened by booze "...can protect you from danger if you put yourself in harm's way."
>"Your words are not without reason captain Long Spear, however we are well aware of the dangers of the activity we chose to partake in." Celestia pokes her horn with a hoof to emphasize her point, the spellcasting protrusion bends and wobbles as if it was made of foam rubber. Thought you are no unicorn, the sight makes you cringe internally. "Safety first!" added the Sun princess and winked.
>Okay, that's it. You're asking for a transfer. You do not want to be anywhere near the castle when that big stupid dragon will put princess' eye out.
>"Is there anything else captain?"
"No your majesty.'
>"Then you are dismissed, have a good night."
>You fought changelings, you fought diamond dogs, but nothing prepared you for that.
"Thank you princess." you quickly walk away, not willing to shoulder any responsibility for princesses injuring themselves.
>As you leave you hear the sounds of safety hazard resuming.
>It's not your problem now. Let that Daze character sort things out.

>>30368735
More?

>>30369525
Do I look like a writefag to you?

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>>30369912
>wrote something
>wrote something good
>am I writefag guise??
Yes, more.

>>30368735
Write more stories. I dig it.

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>>30369525
Yes

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>>30367066

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Posting the Five-0 update for anyone who missed it

>You are Daze, and you are currently in the middle of the greatest battle of your life.
>You've faced countless dangers, throttled countless cunts, thrown back countless drinks, but never anything as uphill and straining, never anything as mentally and physically demanding as this!
>Your mouth is more dry than the Queen, your whole body is more stiff than the drinks in your cellar, your fists are clenched by your sides, making your knuckles whiter than Edinburgh.
>As you stare straight ahead, your vision goes out of focus, and your hearing becomes muffled as you sink deeper into your introspective thoughts of baser survival instincts.
>You can practically hear the gunfire from the beach of Normandy, but suddenly a feminine voice rings out. It's still muffled, but it brings you back from the brink.
"W-what?"
>Khoa rests her hands on her desk and looks up at you from her paperwork, one of her eyebrows raised.
>K: "I /said/, what do you want?! You've been standing here staring at the wall behind me for the last ten minutes!"
>'What do I want?' You think, 'I /want/ to ask you out on a date!'
>Right, now just put that thought into words ye cunt.
"What do I want? Uuuuh...what /do/ I want...?"
>Khoa regards you with a bored stare.
>K: "Yeah...what the fuck do you want?!"
>Why are you doing this? You've been at this game cock up ever since that whole body swapping incident with that fucking weeb statue!
>Khoa was the one that kissed /you/, so why are you the one who has to ask her out?!
>'Khoa was in your body when she kissed you, AKA, herself. Technically, you made the first move.'
>You have half a mind to give yourself a dirt nap.

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>>30375007
>You never had any trouble getting girls before, so why is it so hard now?! Because she's sober?!
>You're thinking too much again, abort mission!
"Um, nothing! Right, I'll just uh, get back to work then!"
>You wheel around and start to speed walk away, but Khoa calls after you and you stop.
>K: "Hey, what the hell is up with you?"
>You turn back toward her and giver her a shrug.
"Oh, y'know, I must've hit my head a bit too hard when I head butted that fuck-boy yesterday."
>K: "Really, because I can't help but notice that we've had this same encounter ten different times this week! You come to my desk, stare at the wall for several minutes, and then you walk away. I've been /trying/ to ignore it, like most things you do..."
>Words scream inside your head, but you can't bring yourself to articulate them. 'If you'd just take the bloody hint, I wouldn't have to stalk your desk every day!'
>You tried everything to avoid a direct confrontation. You got her to move in with you under the guise of convenience, you made suggestive comments, and you always make sure to get as close to her as possible when sitting on your shitty couch!
>She grew distant ever since that first kiss. You had asked for more, but she was too busy trying to crush your throat for lying about your knowledge of the American accent.
>Maybe she thought you were teasing her, maybe your autistic self inadvertently hurt her feelings!

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>>30375019
>'It's ok mate, you can still salvage this!'
>Alright, all you have to do is put on that Daze charm, that irresistible charisma! That'll get Khoa's juices flowing!
>You clear your throat and take a step forward, feeling ironically small under Khoa's scrutinizing gaze.
"I was just wondering if...you might want to accompany me on a walk...of the romantic variety."
>Your forced smile wavers as you mentally face-palm.
>'Of the romantic variety?!' Really, fuck-ass?!
>Khoa had been resting her cheek on the palm of her hand, almost as if she expected the conversation to go nowhere as it so often had, but as you stumble over your words, she lowers her arm and sits upright.
>Her eyes widen in shock and her cheeks flush red.
>Before you know it, she's laughing. She's fucking laughing!
>K: "What was that?! Did you just ask me on a date?!"
>'YES!'
"NO!"
>'FUCK!'
>She doubles over, laughing and pounding her fist into her desk.
>Skull-fuck mode engaged, you march toward her desk, taking all of your aggro with you.
"You 'avin' a laugh there?! Listen here, y'bellend!"
>She stops her laughing just before you reach her desk.
>K: "I'd love to!"
>Her response doesn't register right away, you're still ready to throw down.
"Don't gimme that shit, mate, I- wait, did you just say yes?!"

>>30375029
God yes, more of this. Please.

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Pretty sure my next update will be to the Addy story. Going to potentially rewrite a few bits of it just to add some improvements and depth here and there, but nothing too major.

Will hopefully have something out before this thread dies.

What dragon hasn't gotten enough focus in greentext?

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>>30380040
Columba. She probably won't be written about ever again, since Woofr is dead.

>>30380040
hope, muse and tes

>>30380040
Morgan & Friends, Hope, Muse, Tes, Columba, Jazz, Cammie, maybe Addy, Dream Dragon and Robo-Dragon?

>>30375029
double-fucking-cute. This is gold.

>>30381468
>Dream Dragon
Oh shit, I forgot it was an actual thing.
Why did it's writefag decided to suddenly die?

>>30381468
I need Cammie

I've put the Flamel story on hiatus until further notice. I just don't want to write with Khoa and Flamel right now, it's putting me into a rut. Instead I'm rebooting Morgan and friends, I'm not happy with the intro I wrote so I'm starting it over.

>>30383430
You do what you think is best. A happy writefag produces better content. Look forward to Morgan.

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>>30375029
>Hours later, you stand on the front porch of your house, staring blankly at the front door.
>Khoa got out of work later than you, a result of shackling her with all of the paper work as you usually do.
>Usually, you do that because paperwork is for fucking trogs, but today you had an errand to run.
>After work, you had Commissioned Rarity to make something for Khoa so you could give it to her when she got home, but the bloody bird shit pony decided she was going to talk your god damn ear off.
>Now it's almost time for your date, so it looks like you're just going to have to go without a big presentation.
>You raise a fist to knock on the door and hesitate.
>'Remember, this isn't some slag at the local chippy, you have to...well, /not/ be you.'
>Your fist connects with the door, but it's so light, you would hardly call it a knock.
>You take a deep breath and try again, rapping on the door with a series of more confident knocks.
>As you wait for Khoa to answer, you look down at the box in your hand.
>A deep red hoodie with a Harvard logo across the chest in bold white font lays inside, ready to be worn by your hopefully soon to be girlfriend.
>"Harvard? You mean Marevard?" Rarity had asked you. "I've done plenty of cloaks, but I don't think I've ever heard of a...what was it you called it? A 'hoodie'?"
>That's how it all started, the bint couldn't just shut her cock washer and make what you asked for.
"Nah, don't be daft, it's 'Harvard' just like I said. She's a damn yank, and an English major. I don't right know what the fuck that means, but she's smart, and those Burgers like bragging about Harvard, yeah?"

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>>30384339
>Rarity's face scrunched up with confusion. "Um...Yank? English? B-Burger? I don't understand, darling, we're talking about Khoa right?"
>You ran a hand down the side of your face and groaned in frustration, then began to talk to her slowly as if she were a child, punctuating every other word with a jabbing finger.
"Listen here ya bloody- look, just make a shirt with the measurements I gave you and put a god damn hood on it!"
>Despite your harshness, Rarity maintained her bright demeanor, and continued with a barrage of questions meant to rob you of your fucking sanity.
>"I believe I can do that dear, but what about the font? Just bold blocky letters?!" She makes a sour face. "You need something that pops!"
"No the fuck I don't, mate, just do it like I said..."
>You can feel your face melt further into a scowl, and you sink into a nearby chair, letting your body go limp as she continues wagging her prissy little chin.
>"surely these 'hoodies' come in different styles. Is there a common one and a more elegant version?"
"No."
>"So it's an article of clothing only belonging to a certain...esoteric class?"
"No."
>"Well, we can improvise, make it to fit Khoa's style! Certainly she isn't so...reserved."
"She is."
>The pearly white bitch opened her man-pleaser /again/, but you put both of your now shaking palms out to shut her up.
"I can leave here with the hoodie I asked for, or I can leave here with the same hoodie, but I exit through your broken shop window."

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>>30384347
>You raised your eyebrows and stuck your neck out expectantly, waiting for her response.
>She frowned apprehensively. "Whatever you say darling, I was just trying to give it a little...je ne sais quoi!"
>Your still open palms had balled into trembling fists at that moment.
>You opened your mouth to yell, but your words were instead silent and intense.
"Make. The damn. Hoodie. I don't ever wanna here you spewing that gutter-trash French language at me again."
>"'French?' That's what you call it? I've always adored the language myself, it has a beauty to it."
"Not another word."
>With that, Rarity shrugged and went to do her thing. The simple design of the garment allowed her to finish it rather quickly, but she had already spend to much time working that filthy French tongue.
>Now you're here, standing on edge as Khoa's light footsteps approach the door from the other side.
>She opens the door to find you standing rigid with her present in hand, with no small amount of confusion on her face.
>K: "What are you doing?"
"Um...knocking."
>Still halfway hidden behind the door, her eyes dart around the porch as if she's looking for an ambush.
>K: "T-this is /your/ house! Why are you knocking?!"
>Her eyes settle on the box in your hands, and she opens the door fully.
>K: "And what's that?"
>She looks cute when she's unsettled.
>You awkwardly thrust your arms out, forcing Khoa to grab the box ungracefully.
>Her inquisitive gaze shifts between the box and you. You give her a toothy grin and she starts to open it.

>>30384354
>awkwardly thrust your arms out
Daze a cute in this. Please keep writing this my dude.

>>30384354
Daze a cute
And this is hella cute

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>>30384354
I think she was a bit harsh with Rarara but hey, this is cute.

>>30385534
It's rara. Fuck rara.

>>30386363
It's Rara going out of her way to do a commissioned work on short notice for a bitchy client.

boop

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>>30388541
>bitchy client
>client asking for a specific request, but worstpone can't keep her nose out of it
Anon please.

>>30389444
Sorry but Daze is saltier than a salt mine.

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Time for more Ikra!

"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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>>30395829
>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!"

>>30395838
>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."

Hey guys i guess i suddenly exist again time for an update

>”H-how did you do that last night?!”
>You shrug.
“Pulled that one outta my ass. Didn’t actually know it was something I could do.”
>It’s only been three days since you woke up here. It’s not like you know how being a robot works.
>”But… you weren’t charged! You shouldn’t have any power right now! What happened while I was asleep?!”
>Oh right, that. What’s a good way to start off with that?
“So I ran into Discord last night.”
>”WHAT?!”
>Great way to start things.
“He rang a tuning fork that gave me a heart attack. Or whatever the equivalent would be. Haven’t felt tired ever since.”
>The Doctor ran over to you and quickly started looking you over.
>Looking for some sort bit of damage on you.
“Doc.”
>”Are you sure you’re okay? Nothing missing? Nothing damaged?”
“Doctor.”
>”You can never tell what that thing will do! What mess he could have made or what he could have done to-”
“Doc, I’m fine! Just a small heart attack and feeling awake. It’s nothing too serious!”
>He steps back finally. The worried look on his face remains unchanged.
>”You almost gave me a heart attack! How did you run into Discord of all ponies!?”
“I went outside and he more or less came to me.”
>The more you went on about this, the more he seemed like a worried parent.
>Dude needs to chill, you’re just a robot.
“Look, I’m gonna let you process this and go see the rest of the town. That tuning fork I told you about is on the table if you want to look at it.”
>And with that you leave the lab.
“Also, your reaction is the exact reason I didn’t want to tell you yesterday. Just let it all sink in and remember that I’m a-ok.”
“Also that I’m just a robot. You can just rebuild me if things go south.”

>>30396358

>Now what was there to do today?
>What would be a good way to waste time and avoid that amalgamation.
>Let’s try asking about said monstrosity from the resident princess.
>Lord knows you’re going to need to get used to her title someday lest you laugh in the face of royalty.
>You could play it off as a glitch but something tells you that you really shouldn’t.
>Of you go towards the large crystal tree, which is still as hard to miss as ever.
>You knock on the door and are quickly greeted by a small dragon.
>Wasn’t he with Sparkle last night, running in fear?
“Hey, is Twilight in? I was wondering if she could give me a rundown on that goat dragon thing.”
>”Oh sure! Just this way!”
>He leads you inside and through the halls.
>How this place has halls despite being more of a tower is beyond you.
“Sorry about last night by that way. Didn’t mean to freak you two out as much as I did.”
>”Oh it’s nothing. You just caught me off guard if anything!
>Wow he’s full of shit.
>He was probably more scared than miss friendship.
“Riiight. How about you tell me your name, kid.”
>”I’m Spike!”
“Bifrost.”
>”It’s nice to meet you Bifrost.”
“Likewise kid.”
>You both finally find Twilight, who seems to be angrily shouting at a door.
>”You can’t stay in there all day! You need to get outside and talk with somepony!”
>”And you need to let me finish my charts! I swear, this time I’m actually on to something!”
>Twilight seemed completely uninterested.
>Her horn started to glow and in a flash, a light blue dragon with glasses was warped in front of her.
>”Fucking really?! This close to piecing things together! This close!”
>She had her fingers practically touching.

>>30396367

>You finally walk up to the two of them and try getting the info you came for.
“Twilight, do you have a moment?”
>The dragon took one glance at you and started losing her shit.
>”FUCK THEY SENT SOME ROBOT AFTER ME! THIS IS WHY I NEEDED THE FOIL TWILIGHT!”
>You’re going to ignore that comment.
“Anyways, I need to ask a few things about Discord.”
>She sighs.
>”Today isn’t a good day for that. I need to get Muse here outside and actually talking with ponies.
>”He has spies everywhere! I can’t go outside!”
>Right, conspiracy dragon. Why are you not surprised in the slightest?
>”In fact, could you do me a favor and take her around town?”
>Yeah no, this doesn’t surprise you either.
“Sure, why not. I hardly know this place, but I’m game.”
>”Thank you so much! I promise, I’ll tell you all about him later!”
>And with that, she warps the both of you outside the castle.
>’Muse’ is banging against the door and trying to get back inside.
>You might as well get her some tin foil.
>It’d be better than having to see this all day.

>>30396382

>You tap her on the shoulder.
>”What?!”
>You could feel the venom in that one word.
>This really isn’t going to be a good day, is it?
“You gonna go look around the town with me or spend your day at this door like a sperg?”
>”Stay at the door! You’re gonna take me to your boss and wipe my mind if I go with you!”
“That’s what you’re afraid of? A small, pastel colored horse tying you up and pulling some Men In Black spell to blank your mind?”
>She finally stopped. About time logic got through to he-
>”What did you just say?”
“Men in Black spell to blank your mind?”
>”Ponies don’t have that movie… You’re not from here!”
>Fuck, she’s onto you.
>And now you’re the paranoid one.
>”We need to talk… somewhere private.”
“How about we look around the town? We might find somewhere like that?”
>And actually see what this ‘Ponyville’ place actually has to offer.
>”Good idea robot!”
“It’s Frost. Bifrost.”
>”No no, if I call you by a name then I could be worried if I have to break you.”
>Keep up with this and you might have to break her.
”Fine, you lead the way then.”
>And so the two of you continue walking through the town, getting weird stares as you do.
>That’s to be expected for you but it didn’t help that this Muse kept looking around and hiding at any spot she could find.
“Are you going to do this until we finally get to wherever we’re going?”
>”Don’t blow my cover!”
>This goes on until you both finally reach a forest. One on the outskirts of town that seems to be devoid of anyone.
“Is this it?”
>”No, we’re going a bit further.”

okay that's about it for now. see you next eternity or few hours for more.

>>30396382
>Muse and Bifrost stories merged
He did it. The absolute madman, he did it.

>>30396563
I don't know how far I'm gonna go with some of this, but I know these two are fun to write together.

>>30396759
If that means you will update more often than once a month I'm okay with this.

>>30396452
Hey it's an hour later and I have the last bit of the update now.

>>One trek through the Everfree later
>You have no idea how long you’ve been walking or where you are.
>It feels like it’s been an hour or so since the two of you were in Ponyville when Muse finally stops.
>”This seems like a good stop.”
“About time.”
>”Indeed it is. Now tell me automaton, where are you from?!”
>She points to you in an almost comical way.
>What kind of movie does she think she’s in?
“Earth.”
>”Uh huh… and how did you end up here?”
“My computer zapped me and I woke up as a draconic metal skeleton.”
>”And how am I supposed to believe these memories weren’t just programmed into you?”
>She’s inches from your face now. No wonder Twilight wanted to get rid of her.
“For starters, I don’t think a pony would know about Earth or anything that may exist there.”
>”Hm… this is a new development.”
>And it’s here that you’ve basically started tuning things out.
>”I mean, before I thought it was some other force bringing dragons here but your story doesn’t add up.”
“Mhmm. Fascinating.”
>”First there was that green ‘alchemist’, then that white british dragon, then that yellow one that Discord started messing with.”
>Excuse me, who?
“Who did what now?”
>”It doesn’t matter anymore, you being here just set me back to square one!”
“No, shut up for a second. You mentioned Discord. What does he have to do with this?”
>”A red herring if anything, just like how you might as well be.”
>Bullshit! Literally everything that’s happened doesn’t seem beyond him!
“And how are you so sure about that?”
>”I did some digging and his influence on the other dragons puts him less and less as a cause for this.”
“Bullshit.”

>>30397024

>”He’s a wildcard for everyone’s life. In all of this, he’s not the one to do this.”
>Y’know, with anyone else telling you this it’d be hard to believe.
>But this person is at the perfect level of obsessive and crazy to make it at least plausible.
“Keep me updated on this.”
>”Oh no, now it’s your turn. What makes you think the resident chaotic deity had some hand in this?”
>The fact that he’s probably itching to get on your back later is a good start.
“He gave me a cryptic message the other night as well as a heart attack and upgrade.”
>”So, you were his science experiment.”
“That’s… one way to put it.”
>”Look, he’s already out of the running for all of this. Believe what you want, but don’t get your paranoid delusions mixed into my theories.”
>Asimov’s laws don’t apply here, right?
>You both are in the woods, no one would hear her screams.
>”Anyways, I’ve met my mandated quote for being outside today. I’ll see you back in town.”
>You follow her.
>Hopefully she knows which way town is because you certainly don’t.
>Add GPS to that list of things you should get installed sometime.

okay now im done. pastebin updated if anyone checks that

>>30394003
Sell scylla Tshirts, and I will buy one.

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Finished this piece of shit one-shot. I'm not happy with it at all, and I wish I'd done something more with it, but fuck it. I finished it.

Plot: Daze comes across a stall in town selling a certain food item, and becomes very confused.

>Be Daze.
>Today is the fucking day.
>You and Khoa just got off of work, and you know exactly where you're heading. Oh boy, do you.
>”and then I said to h- Daze, could you quit looking off into the distance like that? You're starting to scare me."
"Huh? Oh, shit, uh, yeah, forgot you were there for a minute, sorry bout that Khoa."
>"You really haven't heard a word of what I was just saying, have you?"
"Nope, not a fucking word, mate."
>"*sigh* Daze.."
"Look, I'm sorry, I'll listen to you when I get home. Just got something I have to do first. You okay to go it alone from ere'? Can lend you my knife again if you want."
>You begin rummaging through your jacket pocket before pulling out a big lock knife and flicking it into position.
>"AH! Jesus, put thing away. I'll be fine. It's you I worry about. Where are you going?"
"Questions, questions, questions. I told ya', got an errand to run. Nothing more, nothing less. Anyway, speaking of, I'm off. Gotta get there before it closes."

>>30398852
>You turn to the left, giving Khoa a smack on the ass with the tip of your tail as you walk away, and folding your knife back up, slipping it into your pocket.
>"Daze! I've told you to stop doing that!"
"You love it, don't lie!"
>She'll never fucking admit it, but you know she loves the tail flick.
>Bitches love the tail flick.
>"Behave yourself! We can't afford anymore repair bills for your bullshit antics!"
>Yada, yada, yada.
>Fucking women.
>Anyway, where were you?
>Oh yeah, your fucking *mission*
>Just a couple of days ago, on the way to work, you smelled something.
>Something fucking tasty.
>After walking around, and sniffing the air like a fucking beagle for a good ten minutes, you found it.
>In the middle of bastard Ponyville, of all places.
>A motherfucking burger stand.
>Now, this made you feel a mix of two emotions; Overwhelming joy, and of course, because you're you, searing fucking anger.
>You and that purple cunt Twilight had words about meat when you first got here, and according to her? You just couldn't get it anywhere outside of the fucking gryphon territories.
>Bullshit, lying cunt, it's right here in the middle of town.
>Trying to push her fucking veganism agenda on you. You might go and buy some strings of sausages next in order to drape them all over her palace. That'll fucking teach her.
>Then again, you don't want to get locked in the dungeons if she turns out to be a horse-muslim or some stupid shit like that.
>You've been here for three years now, and this place is still fucking lost on you. Fucking mental it is.

>>30398869
>There could be a whole bunch of horse-religions you're unaware of, considering that everything here is somehow just a horse-pun on something from your own world, it really wouldn't fucking surprise you at this stage. Nothing does.
>That's a thought for another day though, as you seem to have arrived, and you are met with the most unlikely fucking vendor of grilled beef products.
>A fucking cow.
>Yup, nope, nah, you take back what you said before. A fucking cow is going to be serving you a burger.
>You can't honestly say this hasn't surprised you just a little bit. Maybe a fucking smidge, just a bit, y'know?
>Fuck it. In for a penny, in for a pound. You've come this far.
>You approach the front of the stand, that is clearly marked with "Fresh Made Burgers," while shuddering a little.
"Now then."
>”My goodness, a dragon! How can I help you today?"
>Well, fuck. This is surprisingly awkward.
"Uh.. Was after one of them burgers, if that's alright by you?"
>"Of course dear, you'll mark my last customer of the day. How do you like it?"
"Fuck it. Tough as old boots, and with a fuck load of cheese, and a toasted bun if you don't mind, flower."
>”Certainly, one well-cooked one coming right up!"
>You lean against the side of her stand, let out a long exhale, and turn away as to not watch her working on your mouth-orgasm.
>Something seems awfully fucked up about watching a cow cook other cows. Shit's fucking ridiculous.
>The smell of those fucking spices, and that fine ass sizzle on the grill takes you back though.
>”What brings a dragon such as yourself to Ponyville anyhow, Mrs..?"

>>30398880
"Miss, and it's just Daze, nonna' that formal shite. I've lived here for quite a bit now. Me and our lass have a house and all that, kinda' just wound up here. Work for the guard, keep the locals in check, you know how it is. How bout' yourself? How's business?"
>”Oh goodness, a guard! That must be quite an interesting roll. It's a pleasure to meet you *Officer* Daze, and you can call me Daisy" she beams at you with a smile.
>”Business is going along just fine. There was a little slump after my dearest husband fell ill, but he's in a much better place now."
>Christ, you're white as snow, but even you feel pale after hearing that shit.
>Sandwiched between two pieces of toasted bread is a fucking weird idea of a better place to you, but who the fuck are you to judge.
>Maybe this is their culture or some shit.
>Either that, or this bitch is just stone cold.
"N-nice.."
>For the next few minutes, you shoot the shit back and forth with Daisy as she cooks your food, and with a confident, and almost relieved sounding "Finished!" You have your burger in hands, and ready to fucking destroy.
>”There you go deary, that'll be two bits"
”Fuck it mate, here's 5, keep the change."
>Without any delay, you use your claw to slice through the greaseproof paper your precious food item is wrapped in, and chuck the bits down onto the stand and turn to walk away.

>>30398893
>Taking a a fucking massive bite, you cause everything in it to ooze out, onto your tongue in a wave of flavours.
>The smoky cheese, the tomato, and the.. Fucking hay?
*bwack!* *hack* "Fucking hell, what the fuck is this?"
>Spitting the not-a-burger out all over the pavement, you turn back to Daisy and look at her now shocked face accusingly.
>"Oh my! Is there something wrong?"
"It's full of fucking hay! The fuck you think?"
>"W-well.. T-this is a hay-burger stand..?" She responds with a slightly worried and confused tone.
"Fucking hay-burgers? What the f.. Oh.. That makes more sense now.. But still.. FUCK!"
>"I-I can refund your money..?"
>As much as you want your fucking money back, you're kind of the one who fucked up here.
>What the fuck did you expect in horse town? What are you? Retarded?
>Probably.
>Fuck of brain.
"GAH! FUCK!"
>"G-goodbye then..?"
>You turn on the spot, and begin your frustrated stomp away, as you look at the greasy mess in your hands.
>You paid for the fucking thing, you may as well finish it.
>You take another bite as you walk home.
>And another.
>And another.
>And a further 5.
>...
>.. Huh.
>You lick your claws clean, one by one.
>After all that bullshit, it wasn't that bad actually. You might go back tomorrow for another one.
>Mate, you flipped your fucking lid, you can't go back there, you screamed fuck at the woman, and more or less accused her of poisoning you
>She'll get the fuck over it.
>I really don't think she wi-
>Shut the fuck up brain.

The end.

In classic me fashion, I missed my name on at least one of the fucking posts. Bite me. Feedback appreciated, even though I know that this one is shit.

>”How are you feeling today Morgan?”
“About a five doc.”
>Dr. Kapur’s tried and true one to ten pain scale.
>Well, more pain, sickness, general well being scale.
>He really likes that scale.
>In your stay in this one hospital room you’ve rated yourself on it about four times a day every day.
>”Is there anything I can get you Morgan?”
“How about a cure for cancer?”
>That always makes Dr. Kapur cringe a bit.
>Guy just can’t take his black humor.
>Your parents have basically walled you up in this hospital like a princess locked in a tower.
>The moment they learned that you had pancreatic cancer, they kind of shut down.
>”Our daughter now has an expiration date” probably went through their minds.
>Not wanting to deal with the emotional load of comforting their only child in what could be their last years alive, they just pushed you away.
>Sent you to a nice hospital because “you can’t risk living alone.”
>Hey, not that you care, they’ve always been assholes.
>This is just par for the course for these guys.
>Money can do that to a person, make them an asshole.
>And your family has always been rolling in the money.
>It was nice in some ways, but you can’t help but feel a sharp pain whenever you think about your upbringing.
>Ah, wait, that’s probably your pancreas.
>That’s another one of your killer “I’m fucking dying” jokes.
>It really knocks people dead.

>>30399103
>Your day mostly consists of sitting in a hospital bed, going to the bathroom, and struggling with finding anything to do.
>A part of you thinks that slowly dying would be less of a hellish nightmare if you could die in the privacy in your own home.
>But there’s nothing you can do.
>Strings were pulled and you can’t exactly check yourself out of here.
>Even though you’re a nineteen year old woman fully capable of functioning as a human being.
>In a year tops your family will be somberly planning out your funeral.
>The last “fuck you” to your free will.
>It’s going to be a somber occasion, all associates and family friends you have never in your life cared about.
>The sparse friend group you somehow managed to build up over the past couple years will obviously not be invited.
>After all, this isn’t about /you/, it’s just another formality.
>You doubt you’ll even be thought of by them once they’ve left the cemetery.
>Perhaps your view of them is a little harsh, but it’s not like it’s an undeserved opinion.
>You’re Morgan, the child born because having a child was the socially acceptable thing to do.
>Oh you’re sure the passion was /intense/ that night in 1976 when you were conceived.
>That string of minority nannies that raised are just a sign of motherly love right?
>After all, it’s not like your mother runs her business from home or anything.
>Oh wait, she does.
>It’s said that people who hold a grudge stay behind when they die to haunt the Earth.
>If that’s true, you can thank your parents for fucking up your death too among everything else.

>>30399111
>A few hours later the doctor Returns, carrying a small cup of water and your pain meds.
>”How are y-”
“I’m a six.”
>”Ah, yes, that’s better than earlier today!”
“I’m aware of that.”
>Rubbing the back of his neck, Dr. Kapur hands you the small cup.
>Downing these pills is always like swallowing lead, you hate it.
>Although you can say it’s slightly better than the taste of the food the hospital serves.
“Thank you doctor, I can honestly say that’s one of the less intrusive things a man has shoved in my mouth before.”
>He sputters a bit, looking at you in shock.
>No response fitting of your remark seems to come to him.
>Making this poor Indian man sweat is your only joy in life, isn’t it?
>That’s fucking depressing.
>”Well uh, that’s… good to hear Ms. Ro-”
“It’s Morgan doc. Just Morgan.”
>”R-right… My apologizes.”
>After a few more awkward moments, he sees himself out.
>Taking a deep breath, you grab the book off the table next to you.
>You’re not a big reader, but you don’t have much else to do.
>Because you’ve watched so much of fucking Friends that you want to kill yourself.
>Actually, your body is already working on that.
>How… productive.

>>30399118
>Your sleep cycle is absolutely fucked.
>Almost every night you’re up into the dead of night, unable to even come close to falling asleep.
>Tonight is one such occasion.
>You’re staring at the ceiling, occasionally glancing at the clock next to you.
>1:03 AM.
>Great.
>Which means you’ll probably fall asleep some time in the morning until the doctor wakes you up and continue your vicious cycle of bad sleep habits.
>It’s pretty late, so late that it’s technically early morning.
>Most of the hospital is fast asleep.
>Which means, since you’re not doing anything else, you can venture a walk.
>Besides, you don’t really give a shit if they catch you anyways.
>It’s just easier to /start/ sneaking around for a walk when nobody’s looking.
>You slowly get up, making sure to not knock anything over.
>Normally whenever you leave your hospital room, a nurse will wheel you around.
>In fact, it’s for that reason that you don’t have any sort of footwear at all here.
>But this is a hospital, the floor is probably spotless.
>Peeking out of your door, you don’t see another soul.
>That’s your cue to leave.
>Slinking out of your room, you start wondering where to go.
>Before realizing that “anywhere but here” is about all the direction you need.

>>30399126
>Walking aimlessly down a quiet hospital is normally something people would find unnerving but for you, this is liberating.
>Just a little bit of being able to get out there, independent of shitty parents and socially inept doctors.
>Just you and your thoughts.
>You, your thoughts, and a strange light radiating from the end of a hall.
>At first you think it’s some nightwatchman’s flashlight.
>But… it’s not moving.
>It’s a static orb of light.
>And, it being the most interesting thing you’ve seen in a long time, you’re more than curious.
>Starting to walk towards it, you feel a strange compulsion.
>It’s almost like it’s pulling you closer towards it.
>Each step feels easier and easier for you to make.
>Feels like you’re practically floating by the point you’re halfway there.
>Now, it does occur to you that maybe you shouldn’t trust this so easily.
>Not like you have anything to lose though.
>Now that you’re almost in arm’s reach of the light, the heat burning from it is very evident.
>It’s like a high power heater, blowing full power on you.
>Yet you keep walking, stepping closer and closer.
>Until you touch it.
>You hardly graze it with your finger before your mind is aglow with rapidfire visions that you can’t understand.
>In one moment, it feels like everything's on fire, and in the next…
>There’s nothing.

>>30399131
>You come to lying flat on your back.
>The sun beats down on you from above, its glow harsh.
>You’re not in a hospital anymore.
>Some distance away from you, there’a voice, calling your name.
>”Morgan? Morgan? Y-you’re awake!”
>It’s not a voice you recognize.
>And, as you look down, you notice you don’t recognize your body either.
>Royal purple scales coat your body, their dark shine glinting with the glare of the sun.
>Your still shoeless feet are now clawed.
>The shitty hospital gown you were in now seems to be some rough leather armor.
>Hardly even functions as armor really seeing as how little it actually covers on you.
>Covers the chest and the hips, but everything else is just kind of out there.
>As much as you’d like to look your face over, you don’t really see anything to check your reflection in.
>As bizarre as waking up as a dragon is, there’s something even stranger you can’t get your mind off of.
>You feel physically normal.
>Despite your vastly altered anatomy, you don’t feel out of place.
>But… your whole body has changed.
>The weakness you’ve felt ever since your diagnosis seems to be absent.
>If this isn’t a dream, which it doesn’t feel like, you don’t think you have cancer anymore.
>Ignoring the voice, you find yourself beginning to laugh.
>It starts off slow, but it quickly becomes maniacal.
>Later you’re probably going to freak out about this, but right now?
>You’re on fucking cloud nine.

Well, this is the beginning of my reboot of Morgan's story. Or, as I've come to title it: "Terminus". I've changed her backstory, but I think in all it's going to help in developing the story. Here's hoping we get into the meat of the story soon.

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When you wake up to all these updates

>>30398915

I liked it, it was a fun read.

>>30398915
Glad you went through with this. Poor Daze will never get her cravings for a steak covered in caramelized onions met in Ponyville.
As someone who headcanons that fish is alright to eat for pones and such, though, perhaps she can find a fish and chips stand?

>>30399140
Solid. Love this a lot more than how it used to be. Good reboot.

>>30397034
I am enjoying Muse's musings on all manner of things paranoia. A few typos here and there, "mandated quote" instead of "mandated quota" and all that jazz, but so far so good. I am fond of robodragon.

>>30398915
At least the burger was tasty, the blasted bit of flavormancy that it is.

>>30395848
Yasssss. I've been looking forward to this pushing towards an escape.

>>30397034
>>30398915
It's shit.

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>>30400179
I'd love to explore this, as there's some mad bants to be had there, but I'll be honest; I doubt I'll ever get around to it. Would love to read it if someone else ever takes the idea on though.

Current to-do list:
>Rewrite Dazed to make it more manageable.
>Finish Addy's story (priority)
>Get better at writing, and general storytelling.

Might not post for a while, as I'm trying to get out of a funk that I'm in, and writing for an audience right now ain't gonna help me much.
>>30399802
Cheers.
>>30400242
Glad you seemed to like it.
>>30400967
I am aware. Thanks for the bump.

>>30397034
Can robots get lewd? Because I need this

>>30399140
I like it so far. Morgan has a lot more personality

>>30400242
Thanks for the heads up. I'll be sure to go through and fix that up.

>>30400967
I know, thanks.

>>30402103
Knowing Frost, he'd try and get a collection of dragon dildos to change out every now and again.

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>>30402389
LAD

>>30384354
>You are Khoa, and you are trying to contain your excitement.
>Daze just got you a gift!
>Inside your head you're cheering, but on the outside, you handle the box with a great deal of caution.
>Daze got you a gift! But at the same time.../Daze/ got you a gift...
>D: "Well?! Go on, open it!"
>You grit your teeth and shake the box, making sure it's indeed safe to open. You don't hear any rustling.
>D: "Oh come on mate, what do ye think I put in there, a metric fuck-ton of fireworks?"
>You glare at her.
"Actually, yes! Because you've done it before!"
>D: "It was only for the 4th of July! I was taking an interest in your Burger holidays!"
"Bullshit! You did it twice after that!"
>D: "New Years and Chinese New Years."
"The calendar is different here! They don't even have the same months!"
>D: "I was struck with holiday spirit. Christ on a bike, would you open the bloody box already?!"
>After her outburst, she blushed slightly and apologizes.
>Now you've truly seen everything. Daze got you a gift that /isn't/ a bunch of lit mortars in a box, and now she's apologizing.
>If anything, it makes you even more nervous to open the damn gift.
>You gulp down your apprehension and open the box. Inside, you see red fabric.
>Letting the empty box fall to the ground, you unfold the garment and hold it outstretched. It's a red hoodie!
"Wow! I didn't know Equestria had these!"
>You look past the hoodie to Daze, who shrinks away and looks to the side.
>D: "They don't...I commissioned one for you."

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>>30403216
"That's so nice of you! Wait...if you commissioned this, then how did you get my measurements?"
>Her eyes widen as her head snaps back to face you, like a deer in the headlights.
>D: "Uuuhhh...T-turn it around! There's text on the front!"
>You narrow your eyes at her, but do as she says. You'll have to talk to her about this later.
>On the front of the hoodie in bold white text is 'Harvard'.
"Hey, it's...Harvard?"
>You glance up at Daze and raise an eyebrow.
>D: "Well I just thought that...you're proper fuckin' smart for a Burger, I thought you'd like it. And white fashion horse said that the red would go well with your scales."
>You can tell by the way she averts her gaze that this is hard for her.
>You always thought that if you ever found Daze in a vulnerable position, you'd get some payback, but now that you see her this way...it's kinda cute.
>You pull on the hoodie, taking great care to not rip it on any of your spikes, as well as tucking your wings in so they fit inside.
>Once it's on, you stand on the tips of your toes and grab the back of Daze's neck, bringing her head down to plant a kiss on her cheek.
"I love it!"
>A bit later, Daze and you walk down a path in the Everfree forest, and you can't help but beam up at her.
>You tried to hide your feelings about this, the last thing you wanted to do was give Daze the satisfaction, but you've wanted this for too long.
>From the time you first kissed her when you switched bodies, you've wanted her. Daze had teased you about it, so you tried to just drop the subject.

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>>30403221
>When she started coming to your desk everyday, you just assumed it was another one of her antics.
>One time, she heard another guardsman say that he was glad she was never at her desk because hers was the one next to his.
>She still made you do the paperwork, but she made it her mission to sit at her desk and stare daggers at that pony for a solid month.
>Come to find out though, she had been trying to ask you out this whole time!
>Her strange behavior still bothers you though...
"Hey Daze, why was it so hard for you to ask me out? I thought you went to all kinds of clubs back on Earth."
>Daze waves her hand dismissively.
>D: "You're no pub slag, mate, I knew my lines wouldn't work on you."
"You never know, I might be more promiscuous than you thought."
>Her face goes red. Her eyebrows almost reach her hair line.
>D: "Listen, you don't want to hear these lines. They're meant for bints that're blitzed out of their minds."
>You hug her arm and stop her in her tracks.
"Just let me hear a few!"
>D: "Uh, ok, fine."
>You stare in horror as Daze rattles off some of the worst pick-up lines you've ever heard.
>D: "'I'm not really this tall, I'm just sitting on my wallet.' 'Can I get your number so I can call and apologize in the morning?' And my personal favorite: 'Hey, do you sleep on your stomach? No? Can I?'"
>There's a long awkward silence after she finishes her last line.
"...I'm sorry I asked."
>D: "Yeah...me too."

>>30403229
It's shit.

>>30403255
Kay thanks. Any reason why?

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>>30403229
This makes me feel all fuzzy and warm inside. Please do not stop posting.

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>>30403229
10/10 so far, keep it up my dude. Ignore that faggot above. "It's shit" is a compliment in this general. It's become meme-tier.

bap

>>30407844
More arms for more hugging.

>>30407391

>>30407844
What do you think scylla's one rep max is?

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>>30399140
Here, have a new Morgan.

>>30410224
Top cute cancer patient

>>30395848
>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.

>>30412201
"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!"

>>30412209
>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."

>>30412214
noice

>>30410224
Time to make ponies uncomfortable with her leather armor

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>>30412214

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Let's not forget Addy

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>>30415648
My waifu is better than yours
But Addy is a close second.

>>30415648
>>30416455
Spyro and charazard go on adventures through the everfree

>>30416470
I'd read that.

>>30412214
Mage, nobody says this enough and its a fucking shame. You are by far one of the most consistent writers I have seen on this entire thread. People like Kola and Punki are good, but they can have long ascences that really hinder things. But you? You've got Tonic, you've got Hybrid Theory, and you've got 5-0. You juggle these so well, and never once does it lead to a drop in quality. If anything, you've grown tremendously. Looking back at when you first started and comparing it to now, it's night and day. All I can hope for is more content from you in the future, because everything you put out is great. Thank you for being so on the ball. You go man.

>>30416768
Cyoot

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>>30416908

For anyone who cares about art, what is your opinion of the artists and their work we have here?

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>>30417336
They're doing a marvelous job and we can always use more dragons, both seductive and cute.

>>30412214
Marvelous. Let's hope Zenith and Bomber don't fuck it up

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>>30417336
I adore them, of course.

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>>30416541
T-thanks.

F-for you.

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>>30403229
>You are Rex. Rex the great, Rex the powerful, Rex the quintessence, the iguana king of the Everfree!
>Thus far today has been like any other, better even, and now you are completing the day with a vigilant scouting of your borders.
>You have thought about having your subjects do these things, but when so much is at stake, you cannot afford such luxuries.
>Lethargic kings do not spawn successful kingdoms, and your kingdom must remain strong.
>Everyday, the prophet's words echo in your mind. A great white beast will set upon your land take everything from you!
>You've ascended beyond your kind, you've fought tooth and claw for everything you have, and you've earned the respect of the myriad of creatures here.
>You will not allow this beast to assail your territory, hurt your subjects, and usurp you in such a way!
>Scuttling along a branch, you come to a clearing in the leaves where the last of the day's sunlight shines through and strikes you.
>Now is a good time for rest, you decide to lay in the clearing and soak up the last rays of light for a time, your limbs dangling off the sides of the branch.
>The light warms your scales, and you can feel it sustain you much like it sustains the tree you rest upon.
>Your people have been blessed by the sun god, no longer /needing/ food, as you can get all you need from the sun's all seeing eye.
>Now, food is a luxury, and one you partake in whenever you have time.
>Your rest is short lived. Soon you begin to hear the rustling of underbrush that is so often the harbinger of predators.
>You traverse the branch back to the center of the tree and scurry down the trunk until you can see the path in the forest sufficiently.

>>30419899
>Lifting your head so that you aren't completely upside down, you observe the possible trespassers, and you are stunned.
>Scaled ones, two of them! Much like you, except larger! Strange fur and horns adorn them, as well as strange material on their mid sections.
>The smaller one is truly a sight to behold. She has a mysterious golden aura. You've heard tales of the gods making golems out of inanimate material, this mesmerizing being must be one such creature!
>She must be made of fruit to have such a color! A banana, a lemon, perhaps a bright orange! No...no, it all makes sense: the fuzz on her head, the golden aura, the scales, she /must/ be a pineapple!
>You must confirm your suspicions, you must taste this creature. Surely the gods have put her here for you!
>You skitter down the trunk of the tree and hide in the foliage.
>"What was that?"
>One of them spoke! It was in the tongue of those ponies, too. You only understand a small amount of their tongue, but you can tell they have not been alerted to your presence.
"It's probably just a squirrel, cmon, let's go."
>They continue walking down the path, talking in their guttural language.
>You silently stalk them from the safety of the bushes and tall grass, observing them. Delicious as the one may be, they're still trespassing in your territory!
>Suddenly, the larger one reaches down and grasps the hand of the golden golem.
>What is this? You scurry faster along the ground to get a better look.
>The golem looks up at the taller one, her face appearing to increase in temperature. How curious.
>Without warning, the tall one attacks the golem!
>This white creature appears to have the same idea that you did, for she begins to lick and eat the golem's face!
>Surprisingly enough, the golem doesn't resist! In fact, she throws her arms around the neck of the other one as it leans down.
>Perhaps this is a ruse, some sort of defense maneuver. Any second now she'll strike back...

>>30419910
>And strike back she does! After a few seconds, the golem jumps up, causing the both of them to topple over. Her plan has little effect however, as the white one continues sucking the fruity juices from her face.
>Quite the interesting display of predation, but perhaps it's time you eat what you can while you can.
>You subtly waddle up to the golem on the ground and inch closer to her neck.
>The white one takes her face away from the other, both of them have their eyes closed, The white one presumably in satisfaction, and the yellow one probably dead.
>You close your eyes as well and chomp down, preparing yourself for the rush of flavor this being no doubt has.
>The skin of this fruit is surprisingly hard to get through! You'll have to try harder.
>The golem moans. Odd, it does not sound like it is in agony...
>"Mmmm, I didn't know you were in to biting."
>You cannot decipher her pleas for help.
"What? I didn't bite you..."
>The ivory beast looks down and sees you, nibbling on her neck.
"Check it out, it's a lizard!"
>The golden one begins to scream loudly. Finally the guise falls, and she realizes she's about to be eaten. You prepare to help the large one take her down again.
>Much to your shock, the golem shakes you off and scurries away, and the large one does nothing to stop her!
"This little guy is proper fuckin' cute, Khoa, let's keep it!"
>"Are you nuts?! It tried to kill me!"
>You are not going to let this one get away. With a primal roar, you sprint full speed at the prone golem and sink your teeth into its tail.
>Your prey screams once more, and you again prepare yourself for the burst of flavor to hit your tongue, but before you do, you're lifted off the ground!
>You release the tail, and begin flailing every appendage in an attempt to get free. The white one holds you in its grasp, and the yellow creature stands to face you.
>You snap at her face, gnashing your teeth at her, just out of reach.

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>>30419913
"Woah, mate, he fuckin' hates you don't he? We're definitely keeping him now."
>the fruity golem in front of you stares at you with a look of fear, then behind you at the white beast with a look of perceived frustration.
>"What about our date?"
>You put all of your remaining energy into one last attempt, and you let out a cry of distress, but it's no use!
>The creature brings you into a sort of embrace, and you fully expect her to crush you in her bosom!
"Awwww, listen to him! He's so happy that he has a family now!"
>The white one turns around and carries you from your home as the golem lets out a dissatisfied sigh, and you realize too late what has happened.
>The fruit lured you into a trap! The golem was bait! This was the great white beast! You are being defeated as it was prophesized!

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>>30419918

>>30419918
Proving my point Mage, seamless switch to another story and keeping things organized and entertaining. You're knocking it out of the park.

>>30420793
Hey, could we stop the circle jerking here? You like the story, we get it. Quit being so annoying about it.

>>30420851
This general is entirely based on circlejerking. Without it we'd immediately collapse into nothingness.

>>30420876
We dont see this level of sucking up at all, and for a reason, it's annoying. He's wasted two posts now just saying "Oh mage you're so cool". It's bullshit. I don't come here to see paragraphs of anons treating writefags like messiahs. I come here to read green. Period.

>>30420793
Wow. Got nothing better to do than bow to mage like a fucking bitch? Sad.

>>30420891
>>30420942
Take it easy yfa, the Anon can have an opinion

>>30421049
I keep seeing "yfa" but I have no clue what you're talking about. Some acronym? Whatever, doesn't change that tg is guy is a bleeding heart faggot.

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>>30419918
>you let out a cry of distress, but it's no use!
>"Awwww, listen to him! He's so happy that he has a family now!"
My fucking sides. Poor Rex.
Khoa needs to get some fugging by Daze in this story sooner or later.

>>30366761
This needs to be finished.

>>30419918
I approve of this message. Sorry for taking so long to get it to this point

So, Morgan, Ikra, or Addy? Who is best Gen 2 waifu?

>>30424506
Ikra is a fierce cutie

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>>30424506
>Why not all three?
It's like you don't want the best of all three worlds.

>>30424506
Ikra is Rainbow Dash with more edge, Addy is Dragonshy and Morgan is... I dont know, we need more of her and her personality. Im ill informed to make a decision.

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>>30424532
>dragon waifu harem

With the help of Purple-blep, I've concocted a nice one-off where Ikra meets Scylla. Also, more unicorn jousting. Coming soon once I figure out how to put it all together

Bumpydoodles

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>>30426776
>>30426265

>>30366403
>Bubblewolf
Truly, ours is the furriest of fandoms.

>>30429780

>>30433540
Top cute.

>>30433943
>Columbia sees a prey

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>>30433540
>>30433943

>>30433540
Looks like a sexy Charizard

>>30432390

Morgan update coming soon.

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>>30416455
Also I did some tweaks to the previous image, might as well post it now.

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>>30433540
Addy a cute. Is there a full body version of this?

>>30434019
more like
>columba spots woofr's corpse.

>>30438701
And here it is!

>After some amount of time, your laughing subsides.
>Once you've caught your breath, you actually turn to face the concerned voice that was calling for you.
>You see a slightly taller dragon.
>Although, despite her being taller than you, it's hard to say she's the size you'd expect a dragon to be.
>Typically you imagine dragons as tall imposing monsters, she looks more like a concerned babysitter.
>"Morgan... why were you laughing? What's going on?"
"Who are you exactly?"
>Her crystal blue eyes blinked with confusion.
>"What do you mean? It's me, Cinder."
>"You know... your friend and technical boss?"
"None of this rings a bell, now, if you'd excuse me, I need to figure out where I am."
>Getting up, you brush the dust off your armor.
>"Morgan, wait! What's the very last thing you remember?"
"I dunno, I was walking in the hospital, saw a weird light, and passed out."
>"Just like when we first found you..." she mutters.
"Pardon?"
>"Morgan, you might not believe this, but I think you've forgotten the past year of your life."
"You're right, I don't believe it. I was literally just walking towards that light."
>You start walking off.
>This whole situation is nuts enough, you don't need some crazy dragon spouting nonsense too.
>But before you leave earshot she calls something out.
>"On a scale of one to ten, how do you feel today Morgan?"

>>30441005
>You turn to face the peach colored dragon.
>Her arms are crossed and she's got a look on her face that just exudes smugness.
"How did you-"
>"Because you told me Morgan, you told me a lot of stuff! A year is a long time to get to know somebody."
"But, but-"
>"Look, Morgan, I understand that this must be confusing, maybe even more confusing than when you first wound up here. But you need to trust me."
>Well, you still have no clue what's going on here.
>But if you've bitched about Dr. Kapur to this lady, you probably trusted her.
>That or this dragon has mind reading powers and is plotting against you.
>You aren't quite at the point where you're going to fall to theories like that.
>Cinder motions for you to follow her.
>As you walk, your gaze travels to the volcanoes peppering the landscape.
>This is most definitely not any place you've ever been.
>She leads you to a little rock formation.
>It's like a miniature version of the big rock from Lion King.
>The both of you sit down at the little campsite there.
>"I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse that we went on this job without the full crew..."
"What?"
>"Oh, right, can't remember anything..."
>Her face wrinkles slightly as she tries to explain things in a concise way.
>"You work as a courier with a group of other young dragons, a group I put together."
>A courier eh?
>Beats lying around all day.

>>30441011
>"This was supposed to be a pretty simple drop off. In fact, it was until you just collapsed out there."
"Sorry about that, I guess."
>Cinder huffs a bit.
>"Skip is somehow going to blame this on either you, me, or both of us, I can feel it."
"Skip?"
>"Oh, he's a jerk. Like, the biggest jerk I've had the displeasure of working with."
>Sounds like a lot of people you know.
"Why work with him then?"
>She sighs, toying with her brown hair a bit.
"Good help is hard to find, and as horrible as he is, he's smart."
>The two of you sit there for a bit, bits of conversation rising up and promptly dying down every so often.
>The awkwardness was palpable.
>"We should probably head out soon, yeah?" Cinder asks after some time.
"I suppose, where exactly are we going anyways?"
>Reaching into a bag, Cinder produces a map.
>"We're here... and we're heading there!"
>She points her claw at a crude drawing of the rock formation, then traces a short distance
East.
>Your eyes trail up towards the top of the map.
"What's 'Dragon's Lair'?"
>"That's what some have taken to calling this place. That or just 'Dragon Territory'."
"Nothing official?"
>Cinder chuckles a bit, putting the map up.
>"Official is hard to accomplish out here, every dragon with a bit of brains or a lot of brawn thinks they're entitled to something."

>>30441017
>Before long, the two of you are off walking.
>Cinder leads the way while you straggle behind.
>As you walk, you can't help but toy with your wings.
>Using muscles you never even had before you flap them slowly.
>Thoughts of flying pop through your mind.
>Can you fly?
>What would it be like?
>You'll have to try it out eventually.
>"How are you holding up back there?"
"I'm fine, just sorting things out in my head."
>"Well, if it's any consolation, you adapted pretty quickly when you first got here."
>You figured as much.
>It's easy to be happy with this.
>Your life kind of sucked after all.
>Cancer, shit parents, being cooped up in a hospital room...
>Can't say you miss any of that.
>So, odds are this place is going to be better in some regards.
>And, if this place is absolutely shit, at least you aren't cancerous.
>Well, you assume you aren't.
>Especially if you've really been here for a year.
>You weren't supposed to live that long.
>Looks like the cure for cancer is turning into a short dragon.
>Who would have guessed?

>"What the...?"
>Cinder abruptly stops walking.
>Off in the distance, you see another dragon slowly walking.
>The dragon is clad in a rough robe of sorts, and is looking dead ahead.
>Mumbling something under her breath, Cinder approaches the dragon.
>Curious, you follow.
>"Em! What are you doing out here?!" Cinder scolds.
>"You two were late, I was concerned." the other dragon replies in a soft, matter of fact tone.
>"Why did you come by yourself? You could have gotten hurt!"
>"Would you want to be escorted around by just Skip or Gravel?"
>Cinder frowns.
>"You make a valid point, but still!"
>Looking closely at the other dragon, you notice something.
>Her eyes are about as white her scales or messy hair.
"You're... blind?"
>The white dragon, Em as Cinder referred to her, looks at you.
>"You've lost your memory, haven't you?"
"How did you-"
>"Good intuition." Em replies flatly, turning to walk back the way she came.
>Shooting Cinder a glance.
>Chuckling softly, she starts walking, picking up her pace to get in front of Em.
"Wait... you walked all the way out here blind?! That's-"
>"Good intuition." Em states, just loud enough that you can hear her.
>Opening your mouth to argue it, you instead shake your head, following the other two.

>>30441052
>The three of you continue your trek.
>Cinder and Em seem to be making some sort of small talk.
>You can't quite make out what they're saying, you get a few words at most every now and again.
>Your name comes up once or twice.
>It makes you curious, but you're not going to pry.
>After all, when your friend gets amnesia, you probably have things to say that you might not want them to hear.
>Soon you see what you can only describe as a town.
>But, town also feels a little generous of a description.
>It's small first off, a few small houses and what looks like an open market sqaure.
>There's a massive cave not too far from the town.
>You swear you can just make out the glint of torchlight from there.
>"Here we are! Home sweet home!" Cinder cheers, looking back at you.
"I thought we were dropping off something?"
>"Oh, we were, but we had finished the job before you, well, passed out. We were on the way back here!"
>She steps back a bit, getting closer to you.
>Pointing to one of the little huts, she grins.
>"That's your place!"
"...Wow?"
>It's nothing impressive, far from it in fact.
>But you'll take it.
"Mind if I go check it out? Meet up with you later?"
>"Oh, sure! Em and I live in that place, it's also our base of operation for all extensive purposes."
>The hut she points to is at least double the size of yours.
>Makes sense if two dragons live in there.

And that's the update, things are slowly coming together. As always, any critique is more than welcome.

>>30441066
Morgan gets cured of cancer and loses a year as a result. Sounds like a fair trade. Overall, pretty good.

Hey, remember how I said I'd try and update more frequently? Here you go.

>You are Muse, resident truth seeker of this new world.
>From the depths of a castle, you would look through every bit of information you could and try to find a meaning to how you got here.
>But not right now.
>The owner of said castle sent you outside to be babysat by a mechanical spy.
>And you thought you could trust her.
>He has some knowledge of earth and its pop culture and claims to be an ex-human, but you never know.
>Honestly, you were hoping to lose or stall this bot in the forest but he’s still behind you.
>He’s not even trying to hide, he’s just following you!
“Why are you following me?”
>”So I don’t get lost. Why else?”
>A robot that can’t remember something like a path it took?
>That’s a shitty computer.
“Shouldn’t you know that already? You ARE a walking computer after all.”
>”Cut me some slack. I’m still new to this robot thing.”
“Well of course, you’re only a few days old after all.”
>He looks a little annoyed.
>The poor deluded sap still thinks he was a human.
“Right right, you’ve only been a robot for a few days.”
>”You don’t believe I was from earth, do you?”
“Oh no, I believe it a little. I’m just not convinced.”
>”Well what would it take?”
>The bot raises a good point.
>What could he possibly do to finally make you believe he was actually a human?

>>30442768

“Tell me something that we know, under no circumstances, any of these ponies or dragons or whatever could know.”
>”A movie reference wasn’t enough?”
“They have books here of a pegasus Indiana Jones. You’re gonna need to go deeper than movies.”
>Now you’ve got him.
>Things in this world and in your world have too many similarities.
>He can’t possibly find something no one would-
>”This world is based on a children’s show.”
>What?
>”Princess of friendship, small creatures with light color palettes, simple character personalities, fucking ponies, the token animal of little girls, are the main residents!”
>”This entire universe is a dreamland for little girls!”
>He’s… he’s right.
>How could you miss that connection?!
>Even the villains you’ve heard about from here, they all sound like run of the mill cartoon bad guys.
“Oh my god.”

>>30442799

“OH MY GOD, YOU’RE RIGHT!”
>”Believe me now?”
“HOW DID YOU KNOW THIS?!”
>”Just need to connect the dots. You ARE a truth seeker, right?”
>You don’t even care about the smug grin on his face.
>This is huge.
>Something or someone from this show was able to bring you here.
>Something that knows this fact.
>Or something that wasn’t even from here to begin with!
>The existential dread of learning you’re a cartoon character could shatter so many of these creatures.
>You’ll need to process and account for this fact but one thing’s for sure.
>No pony could take this fact and run with it without cracking.
“Robot, what pseudonym did you go by when you got here?”
>”Bifrost..?”
“Frost, you are going to help me find out who brought us here and get us back home.”
>”Last I checked, breaking the fourth wall doesn’t work like that.”
“Oh don’t worry my mechanical friend, we’ll find a way.”

There we go. Maybe I should try this "not once a month update" thing more.

>>30426265
A Night at the Crystal Faire

>Khoa and Daze travel up the road that leads to the Crystal Palace in the illustrious Crystal Empire.
>The streets are alive with the hustle and bustle of crystalline ponies preparing themselves for the famous Crystal Faire.
>Despite the crystal ponies' haste, they still take the time to stop and stare at the two dragons dressed in royal guard apparel making their way down the street.
>Daze, opting against armor and instead clad in a leather jacket with a ripped shirt and shorts, wears her badge around her neck.
>She lifts her white scaled hand to her face, blocking the light from the sun so she can glare more effectively at the ponies glancing at them.
>"fuckin' 'ell, does everything have to reflect light in this bloody empire?!"
>Khoa, adorned in the traditional guard armor, fidgets with the metal plating around her torso.
>It had been specially made for her since she had been only the second dragon guardsman, but it still got a bit tight after meals.
"Well, it is the /Crystal/ Empire, what did you expect?"
>Daze takes off her jacket, exposing the white scales of her arms and midriff, and positions it like a leather hood on her curled horns and messy hair, sufficiently blocking the majority of the light assaulting her.
>"A spot o' subtlety wouldn't hurt..."
>Khoa chuckles to herself. That's quite the roll reversal: Daze, the Irate former brit, asking by-the-books Khoa for /subtlety/.
"Try to be more optimistic, Shining Armor called us here personally! Do you know what that means?"
>She answers dryly, clearly not interested in the conversation.
>"it means he doesn't hold a grudge against me for callin' his girl a bint?"
"Uh, yeah, basically. It means that he trusts us! We've been his most effective guards lately, and that means we get better positions, like this!"
>Khoa gestures with her arms at the vending stalls and attractions being erected in the streets around them.

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>>30443191
"We'll be patrolling the streets during the festival! We might be able to play a few games and maybe even make it a proper date!"
>Khoa all but swooned thinking about it. The two dragon partners had just recently started a romantic relationship together, but seldom have had the chance to go on an actual date, until now that is.
>Daze looked down at her, surprised.
>"Are you implying we abandon our post to fool around?"
>Khoa puts a hand to her chest dramatically, looking offended.
"I would never suggest that! Buuut, if we finish our patrols early, we might be able to indulge ourselves...surreptitiously."
>Daze smiles mischievously, and speaks in a mocking tone.
>"So scandalous! I think I'm startin' to corrupt you, mate."
>Both of them laugh as they reach the entrance to the palace and step inside.
>Once inside, the words seem to leave them. The inside of the palace is breathtaking.
>Large windows line the walls, letting light in that reflects off of the crystal interior. Long purplish rugs pave the way through the halls, and matching banners depicting the empire's snowflake emblem hang between the windows.
"We've been to Canterlot, and even still this is amazing! And Shining Armor is like...the king now?!"
>"The cunt's gotten quite the promotion, that's for sure."
>Daze points a thumb in the direction of one of the crystal pony guards.
>"Even his new men are all posh an' shit!"
>The guard raises an eyebrow in confusion.
>"Excuse me?"
>She snaps her head toward him with a scowl.
>"Oi! I was talkin' /about/ you, not to you! Ye sparkly, faggoty little twat!"
>The guard goes back to standing at attention, more confused than anything else.
>As is the norm for Daze in Equestria. British is like another language to these ponies.

Just a small start to see what you think, more to come

>>30443197
Daze needs them shades.
Going blind from those damn crystals is no fun.

>>30443197
Gushy khoa a cute

>>30442810
Yeeeaaah buddy. Can't wait to see more. The pairing is a bit different, but I dig it.
>>30443197
I wonder if this could get more cheesy romantic, me likey

>>30443197
>As they step down a hallway that isn't populated by any guards, Khoa stops Daze.
"I know this may be hard for you, but I'm gonna have to ask you to tone down the 'Daze' shit in front of Shining Armor this time."
>The white dragon sucks in a breath through clenched teeth.
>"You're asking a lot, mate, I love rustlin' that cunt's jimmies too much. I've got quite the list of things to tell that bellend when we see 'im."
>Without warning, Khoa leans in and hugs her partner at the waist.
>Caught off guard, Daze raises her arms as if to drop something.
"Pleeaase? For me?"
>Khoa smiles to herself as she buries her face further into her partner's stomach. The added bonus of their relationship is that Khoa can now /sometimes/ manipulate Daze into listening for once.
>Khoa tilts her head so her left eye can see her girlfriend's reaction.
>Her hands, still outstretched in shock, curl into fists, and she lets out a prolonged groan.
>"Uuuugghh, fine! why do ye have to shit on my fun?!"
"Because I like being able to go to my job! There's a girl there that I have a crush on, a real renegade. She's got the attitude of a badger, but deep down she's sweet."
>Daze rolls her eyes, and then grabs Khoa by the shoulders and holds her at arms length.
>"Well you tell that bitch you're taken, yeah? Now get walkin' before I start vomiting flames."
>She turns the smaller drake around and shoves her in the direction of the throne room, following close behind.
>The crystal ponies guarding the door to the throne room side-step as the dragons move to enter.
>Inside, a scene that Khoa and Daze were no stranger to unfolds.
>Shining armor addresses a few soldiers, standing next to a large table with a myriad of papers scattered across it.

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>>30448718
>Khoa whispers to Daze as they walk
"He's doing the same shit, just in a different room..."
>With a wave of his hoof, Shining Armor dismisses the ponies he had been talking to, and turns to regard his new visitors.
>He stifles a yelp and arrows his eyes in apprehension as Daze sneaks up on him and lays an arm around the back of his neck.
>"Ay-up, ya naff cu- I mean, uh..."
>She looks from Shining to Khoa before sighing
>"What's our assignment...?"
>The unicorn awkwardly wiggles free of her arm and takes a few steps back.
>SA: "If you recall from last time, I requested you stay at least ten feet away from me at all times."
>She scratches the back of her neck and looks to the floor.
>"Listen, right, I didn't know how aggressive this world's pumas were, and I didn't think the stuff in that bin was /that/ acidic. It won't happen again...probably."
>He appears to shake off some persisting annoyance and regain his composure.
>SA: "Lets just get to business. I need you two here because you're my most..."
>He struggles to get past his apprehension.
>SA: "...reliable soldiers. The Crystal Faire isn't like you average Faire, it's a holiday here, so it's on a much larger scale. The crystal ponies also have much stronger brews of alcohol than what we're used to in the rest of Equestria."
>Daze's knees almost give out, and she grabs onto the table for support.
>"You tellin' me I can get a pint above five percent 'ere?!"

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>>30448732
>SA: "When you're /off/ duty! The Faire could get a little rowdy, so I need my two strongest guards keeping watch."
>With his horn, he levitates a small stack of papers into each of the dragons' hands.
>SA: "There's a local list of wanted criminals in case you see any, a list of vendors that have been approved for sale, and a local map of the area. I believe you already know where the barracks are, you are dismissed."
>Khoa helps Daze to walk out of the throne room and down the hall, as her knees are still week.
>When they're both out of ear and eye-shot, Khoa spins Daze around and throws her to the floor.
>She kneels down next to her and points a sharp, accusing clawed finger up under Daze's threat.
"You listen here, I've been thinking about this Faire ever since we got summoned by Shining Armor! If you think I'm gonna let you fuck up our date by getting black-out drunk, you're out of your fucking mind!"
>Daze's eyes go wide and she crab walks backward until she's against the wall.
>"But the only drinks I've 'ad since comin' 'ere is either the weak-arse piss water they got in Ponyville or the shit I make in the cellar!"
"I don't care if they have the very last bottle of Jack! No Daze antics!"
>"But-"
"No starting fires!"
>She hangs her head and stands up, dusting herself off.
>"I'll go on this date, but then I'll need a stiff one. You can fight me all you want, but I'll go insane if I have to drink cellar booze for the rest of my life..."
"That's all I'm gonna get from you, isn't it?"
>She nods, and they continue walking toward the barracks as Khoa dusts off the back of her partner's jacket.

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>>30448745
I like where this is going.

>>30448745
Ahh, sweet, innocent alcoholism

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>>30448745
it's so cute how well they go together.

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Bumping with a draw and/or story request: Khoa making Daze try on cute dresses for a gala/formal event, and a flushed Daze looking cute as heck.

Curiosity dictates competition. Who's the best writefag we got? Sorry if you got left off, just the anons i could easily remember making written content recently.

http://www.strawpoll.me/13353235

>>30453293
Daze should channel her inner Queen from time to time.

>>30453391
Fight to the death for the favor of the thread? Neat.

>>30453393
daze getting girlified is my fetish

>>30448745
>Garrison shakes and shivers like an old mare as he and Ikra trudge through the deep snow of the frozen north.
>The thick cloak he wears helps against the cold, but is practically powerless against the oppressive wind chill.
>The only sounds that they've heard for hours now is the howling of the wind, the crunching of the snow, and the chattering of Garrison's teeth.
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I actually miss the dragon lands! At least it stayed warm during the day."
>"Oh come on, it isn't that bad!"
>Ikra marches next to him with her chin in the air and a smile on her face.
"Easy for you to say, we can't all have the elemental resistances of a dragon like you do."
>She breathes out a "hmph" and bumps him with her hip, causing him to topple over into the snow.
>He sucks in a breath as the cold snow envelopes him. He stands up on trembling legs and hugs the cloak closer to him.
>He's about to retort when she interrupts him.
>"You don't get to complain about the cold, this was you're idea after all! I don't even know where we're going!"
>He continues walking again, and She follows close behind.
"I told you, it's a surprise."
>The real surprise was just how cold it was up here, but Garrison braved the weather so he could see the look on Ikra's face when she gets her first look at the Crystal Empire.
>It's perfect timing too, as the citizens of the empire are celebrating one of their holidays with the Crystal Fair!
>He had made a promise to her that he'd show her the wonders of the world when they got out of slavery, and that's exactly what he intended to do.
>She'd get to sleep in a proper bed, meet people who weren't criminally insane, and he'd make sure she tried a hayburger, along with the myriad of other fair foods.

>>30455414
>"You keep saying that, 'surprise', but what could be out here that's so special? It's a wasteland! What even is this stuff?!"
>She gestures to the snow all around them.
>Garrison smiles to himself. She's lived in the desert her whole life. She's no stranger to extreme temperatures, but she's never actually seen snow, or any large bodies of water for that matter...
>He hums thoughtfully. How to explain snow...?
"You know about rain, right?"
>Her lips purse as she tries to remember.
>"Uh...that's like, how water gets here right? The clouds? I think it happened a few times back in the dragon lands."
"Basically. Well, this is just frozen rain."
>She throws him a sideways glance.
>"This isn't ice, is is solid and clear, this stuff is all white and fluffy!"
>He pulls off his scarf and gives it to her.
"Here, catch some of the flakes on this. Look closely, the rain freezes into really cool shapes, they say no two flakes are alike."
>She all but presses her eye to the scarf as it accumulates snowflakes, examining each one as if falls.
>"Oooooo~"
>Garrison sighs in relief internally. Good, maybe now he can finish the journey without being interrogated.
>In the distance he can see a large hill, and above it sparkles the light of the morning sun reflecting off of the Crystal Empire.
>Finally, they're almost there, it's just over that hill!
>He breaks into a sprint, trying his damndest not to fall over, and Ikra quickly jumps to follow him.
>"Hey, wait up!"
>Garrison reaches the peak of the hill and is almost blinded by the light of the empire.
>He turns to face Ikra, who slows to a walk as she eyes him cautiously. Once she reaches the top of the hill, she looks past him to the empire below and gasps at the beautiful sight before her.
>Garrison too almost gasps, for he also has quite the beautiful sight in his eyes.

>>30455418
>Ikra, smiling bright with her pearly sharp teeth, her long messy black hair billowing in the harsh wind, and the light of the empire making her bright green eyes shine even brighter.
>"It's gorgeous!"
"It sure is...t-the city, I mean."
>"Well duh, I'm not talking about the snow!"
>She takes off running again toward the empire with Garrison at her side, talking to each other between ragged breaths as they struggle through the deep snow.
>"There's...other ponies there? And they're nice?"
"Yeah! And there's games...and food...and drinks!"
>They run as fast as the snow will allow until they reach the edge of the magic bubble protecting the empire. Ikra stops before they reach the line of ponies waiting to gain admittance, grabs the cloak off of Garrison, and wraps it around her.
>He tries to object, but she interrupts him.
>"They've never seen a naga like me have they? I need to hide so they don't freak out when they see that I'm a monster.
>He smirks and yanks the cloak off of her, claiming it once more.
"These are crystal ponies from an empire lost for a thousand years! They've seen stranger things, you'll be fine! It'd be a shame to cover yourself, you're so...unique, and special."
>Her face flushes, and her eyes glimmer with would-be tears.
>"Really?"
"Really!"
>They stare into each other's eyes before the moment is interrupted by one of the guards shouting from afar.
>"Are you two seeking entry?! The line starts here!"
>They both turn to face the guard. He stands at the back of a line of ponies waiting to be permitted to enter the city.
>Garrison begins trotting toward the line, and Ikra reluctantly accompanies him.
>Oooh's and aah's come from the ponies standing in line as they watch the Hybrid approaching them. Some have looks of curiosity, others have looks of fear.
>They come to a stop at the back of the line where a young filly turns around to gawk at the naga.
>"Mommy, she looks cool!"
>Everyone starts to smile as Ikra and the filly share a laugh.

>>30455428
A crossover of Hybrid Theory and Equestria Five-O? Mage, you madman! This is something I never knew I needed in my life.

>>30455428
Fugg, ikra's such a cutie. I should have started reading her story when you first started off. I'll get around to it.

>>30455428
Would garrison take ikra on a magic carpet ride

This gon' be good.

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>>30455428
ikra a cute

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>>30458635
fixed the tail

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>>30458731

>>30458635
ikra means caviar in hungarian.

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>>30459073
menő sztori, tesó

>>30455428
>Once they were inside the empire, they walked with the crowd of other ponies along the crystalline road leading to the fair.
>Streamers sway in the breeze and party flags hang between various houses.
>Garrison can already faintly smell the many fair foods in the distance, and he suspects that Ikra has been able to smell it for a while now because of her superior nose.
>His theory is confirmed when he looks over to see drool dripping off of her slender forked tongue.
"We can try everything."
>"huh?"
>She meets his gaze. Her face briefly flushes red as she wonders how long he's been staring.
"All that food, we can try a little of everything! I know /I'm/ dying for some caramel apples right now..."
>She looks confused now.
"Apples are a fruit...and caramel is...never mind, you'll see."
>His smile never left his face as they day went on, and it even got more and more dreamy without his knowledge.
>He was entranced by his naga friend. The way she gaped at the crystal roads and structures because she could see her reflection it them, the disconcerting way she had asked for meat after taking her first bite of a hayburger, the way her face scrunched up when she tasted a lemon for the first time, and the battle of emotions on her face as she fought between her excitement and social anxiety.
>She was becoming more intoxicating the longer he stayed in her presence. He had known her for a few years, but never this intimately. He never got to stand so close to her and feel the energy radiating from her, he never got to touch her smooth scales or her thick mane, and he certainly never saw her with a genuine smile that wasn't full of bloodlust.
>You'd never guess if you knew just how many ponies she's killed, but she has the innocence of a filly.

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>>30462315
>Even though she was older than him by a few years, he had always seen her as a little sister: someone to watch over, to give advice to, to protect. Her wisdom of the world is so lacking that she seems so much younger than she is.
>Despite this, Garrison has slowly begun to see Ikra as less of a little sister, and more of an adult mare...or dragoness, whatever she calls herself.
>To have his view of his closest friend change so drastically without his direct knowledge was a surreal experience, and he had just now realized it.
>He now sits across from her at a table situated outside of an Apple stand. Ikra had wanted to try a caramel apple ever since Garrison had mentioned them.
>He figured this particular stand had to be the most legit, as the ponies running it were literally named 'Apple'. A cute farm mare around his age initially caught his eye because she had an orange coat similar to his.
>He watches her with an amused smile as she struggles to eat the apple with her awkwardly sharp teeth.
>She finally gives up on subtly and chomps down on it. The apple crunches rather loudly, and juice and caramel gets all over her lips.
>She hums in delight as she tastes the treat, but Garrison is at a loss for words.
>He keeps staring at her lips as her long nimble tongue licks them clean of the caramel and apple juice. He wants nothing more than to just lean in and-
>"Why are you looking at me like that?"
>As she asks, a fantasy enters Garrisons head. In his mind's eye, he sees her teeth clench in a mischievous smile before she says in a sultry tone: "Your eyes look hungry, like you want to take a bite out of me." She lets out a susurrus moan before continuing. "Not if I bite first..." she then leans in to give him the most passionate kiss of his life. Messy black hair tangling with his own, and her deft tongue dancing in his mouth as she grabs the back of his neck and pulls him in closer, her claws digging into his flesh in painful ecstasy.

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>>30462321
>The fantasy ends in a split second as Ikra tilts her head to the side in confusion.
>She leans in, glancing around cautiously with her head down and whispers:
>"And why are you leaning in? Do you see something suspicious?!"
>The heat in his face threatens to cook his brain as he tries to shake his rogue fantasy from his mind and get back to the real world.
>'Where in Tartarus did /that/ come from?!' Garrison thinks. 'No time for questions, you need damage control!'
"Uuuhhhh..."
>He glances around as subtly as he can for a scape-goat, shutting his eyes tight for a moment as another vision of the seductive Ikra from his fantasies flashes before him once more.
>There it is! There.../she/ is! Perfect scape-goat material!
"There. Behind you, see that? It's a dragon! And she's wearing royal guard armor!"
>About a hundred yards from their table stands a golden dragon in guard uniform, rotating her head around as if looking for someone. She's pretty exasperated by the look of things.
>Garrison wonders how he didn't see something so out of place like that sooner! Oh wait, he knows why he didn't see it, he had been too busy staring at Ikra's lithe bod- never mind.
>"Woah! Wait, what's so special about that?"
"Last I checked, dragons were never part of the royal guard. They had never been motivated or trusted enough to keep the peace. How strange..."
>He was actually glad he caught a glimpse of her, as he's genuinely curious about her now.
"What do you say we go talk to her?"
>Ikra bites her lip.
>"T-talk to her? She's a guard, what if she thinks I'm dangerous? What if-?"
>He places a comforting hoof on her shoulder.
"Hey, relax, it'll be fine. I gotta hear the story behind this!"

>>30462330
>I gotta hear the story behind this!

Bonus points if you copypasta all of gold standard into a piece of Khoa dialogue.

Keep up the good work my guy

>>30462532
Khoa telling her story in the second person even though it's mainly from her perspective

>>30463237
>Ikra and Garison stare at the small dragon, confused.
>Is she implying that they did these things?
>Has she has a stroke?
>All the while Khoa keeps talking.
>In truth, Discord is fucking with her.
>Putting her on vocal auto pilot and making her speak in a clunky second person.
>Why?
>Because he can.
>Ikra begins slowly stepping away as Khoa screams internally at Discord.
>Discord watches with glee.
>She's not even halfway done!

>A smell of something burning enters your nose, tearing you from the world of dreams.
"Whuh... someone's cooking?.."
>. . .
>Wait, you live alone. Which could only mean...
"Oh shit!" exclaimed the startled human as he bolted up, looking around frantically.
>His eyes were met with thick smoke obscuring the surroundings.

>It is at this point that you realize that you must be in the middle of a burning house.
>Your burning house! Fuck!
>More internal and external cursing follows as you begin searching for a way out.
>What you actually do is flail your arms and run around in circles like a headless chicken. Amusing, but not convergent with survival.
>Finally, during a̶ ̶p̶a̶r̶t̶i̶c̶u̶l̶a̶r̶l̶y̶ ̶s̶h̶a̶r̶p̶ ̶t̶u̶r̶n your search for an exit you trip and land on your face.
>It occurs to you then that you may not survive this predicament unless stop acting like an idiot.

>However while you were busy with your little introspection the smoke around you dissipated, revealing...
>...that you aren't in Kansas anymore. Instead your surrounding appears to be the interior of a small cabin.
>Except everything seems... a little too big? But hey, beats dying in a fire, right?
>It's quaint, a small desk buried under stacks paper, few shelves line the walls, one of them seems to be holding books, as well as several... scrolls? Huh?
>There is more, but you are more interested in weird scribblings on the floor that form a circle around the spot you stand on. Okay... what the hell is going on here?

>>30463507
>"Finally, it worked!" announced a thunderous voice from behind you. You quickly turn around to face it's source.
>As soon as it enters your field of vision you yelp and instinctively jump back.
>The voice seemed to have originated from some sort of a horse, more precisely from an offspring of a horse and Godzilla, however that may have happened.
"Holy hell. You're big bastard." the big bastard seem to be taken aback by your choice of words.
>"H-hey, no need to be rude!"
"What the hell?! You're... talking?" the giant horse's face mirrors the look of confusion on your own.
"Okay, who... who are you, /what/ are you?"
>"My name is Cobalt Shine, I'm a pony. A unicorn to be precise." you could swear there was a hint of pride in his voice as he stated the last part.
"Mine is Anonymous and I'm confused."
>"It's perfectly normal for a familiar to feel confused after creation. You should get some rest, you'll feel better in no ti-"
"Whoa there, what's a 'familiar'?"
>"Oh, a familiar is a creature created by magic to... er... assist it's creator and keep them company."
"What? That's bullshit. There's no such thing as magic." the ponyzilla is less than amused with your dirty language, but doesn't say anything.
>"I assure you it exists."
"Right, and I'm supposed to just take your word on it. Jesus, I'm arguing with a giant horse..." your blatant disbelief and disregard of proper p̶r̶o̶n̶o̶u̶n̶s species name seem to really rustle it's jimmies.

>"First of all, I'm a pony. Second..." his horn lights up, shrouded in soft blue glow.
>The same glow that now envelops a book that just emerged from behind the mountain Paperwork and is currently hovering in front of the unicorn.
>You just stare at the light show, not quite grasping what's going on.
>"...you yourself are made of it." stated the unicorn, not raising his eyes from the book.
>As if to check if he's telling the truth you look at your scaled hand. Wait, scales?

>>30463510
"WHAT THE HELL?!" exclaimed the no-longer-human as he stared wide-eyed at a body that wasn't his.
>"Wha- Is something wrong?" inquired a concerned and slightly startled gigahorse, dropping his book.
"Yes, me!"
>"Wh- Huh? What do you mean?"
"Well, for starters... WHAT THE FUCK AM I?!" your outburst causes Cobalt's ears to flatten against his head and his face to contort into a grimace of mild pain and disgust, both at the loud tone and the expletive.
>Seeing him like that makes you feel just a little bit guilty, he obviously doesn't like it when you curse, especially so loudly.
>"Can you not swear please? It's not very pleasant to hear."
"Erm, sorry. But still, what /am/ I?"
>"You're a dragon! Well, a pseudo-dragon, I couldn't create a bigger one..." he murmured the last part with head hanging low and front hoof digging at the floor. Oh stop it heart!
"Wonderful, can you turn me back into a human, please?"
>"Uh... But... this is your original form. And what's a human?" what. What does he mean by 'original form'? And how come he doesn't know what a human is? Have this horse been living under a rock? Have you? You think you'd remember hearing about giant horses.
>You extend a clawed finger to prevent further questions. Now hold on... Where exactly are you?
"Okay, can you tell me where are we?" at this point nothing will surprise you.
>"Well, we're in my house. It's no palace but-"
"No, where are we, as in what country? Think bigger."
>"Why, we're in Equestria," wonderful "near a border town called 'Silver Pine'" just fucking peachy. Your incredulous stare makes him a little nervous.
"You know what, nevermind. Forget I asked."
>"Something is obviously troubling you. You can tell me." damn this horse and his genuine concern.

>>30463519
"Oh, it's nothing really. I just woke up in a place I don't recognize, in a body that isn't my own. How bad can it possibly be?" a furrowed brow indicated that Cobalt didn't appreciate your sarcasm, nor, apparently, you joking about such matters.
>"So, you're telling me you weren't created out of magic?"
"Duh!"
>. . .
>"Oh dear..." you're pretty sure eyes are not supposed to bulge out like that.
"If you know something please don't hesitate to tell." you state with a calm flat voice, a stark contrast to the wild-eyed collection of ticks and twitches covered in blue fur.
>"W-where's the book... Oh dear, oh dear... Where is it..."
>You loudly clear your throat and subtly point at the book haphazardly lying at his hooves.
>"Th-thank you." he picked it up in his magical field thingy and started flipping through the pages at a worrying speed.
"Hey take it easy, it'll catch on fire if you keep going at it like that."
>"Huh?" blue muzzle snapped in your direction.
"Just sayin'." you raised your arms defensively. Half a second later Cobalt resumed his speed reading.

>Since your 'creator' is busy panicking, you decide to examine your new body. You're stuck with it for the time being by the look of things.
>Overall it resembles that of a lizard, small dark brown scales are hard but don't seem to impede your movement. Weird.
>Weirder still, you now have a tail which ends in few spikes with a membrane stretching between them, most likely for better control during flight.
>Which brings you to a new set of appendages - yes, the wings! ...and have no idea how to use them. This sucks. At least you should learn to fly while you're in this body.
>Assuming that you're not going to be a tiny dragon for the rest of your days... Alright, fuck this. Depression never done any good to anyone. Fuck it, stay positive, stay-

>>30463524
"Hey, watch it!" you barely dodge Cobalt's hoof as he makes his way to the magic circle.
>"S-sorry." he seems to be inspecting the strange symbols on the floor.
>"Oh no... no, no, no... this is bad... this is so bad..." well doesn't that sound sound comforting...
"Hey, care to share what's going on?"
>"Listen, I'm sorry. I must have messed up the spell somehow. No, I do not know how. It just happened. The circle's immaculate, the incantations were-"
"Yeah, yeah, I get it, you have no idea how that happened." he slightly scrunches his muzzle and narrows his eyes at you. Maybe you shouldn't have reminded him it was his fault...
"Hey, don't beat yourself up just yet. Can you tell me how did I end up being like this if the spell didn't work?"
>"Well... it /did/ work," apprehension and regret are evident on his face "but, somehow, instead of conjuring a creature from my magic it pulled you from... wherever it is you are, and twisted you into the form that wasn't meant for you." he was getting more and more upset with every word.
>"I'm sorry, I really am. I just... I just wanted a fr- *sob* a friend." he sat on his haunches and started sobbing softly, wiping his eyes with his leg. Heart to body: go on without me.

"Oh stop it with the waterworks. It wasn't your fault, was it?"
>Cobalt simply shakes his head in response. Oh goddammit...
>You walk up to him and wrap your arms around his leg in an impromptu hug. It's kinda effective, at least he stopped sobbing.
"Look, if what you said is correct, you couldn't know what would happen. It wasn't your fault." you say after a few seconds.
>"I-if I didn't cast that stupid spell you wouldn't even be here!" fuck, he's got a point there. Time to crank that bullshit dial up to eleven.
"And yet here I am. Come on, it was an accident. Stuff happens." please stop crying...
>"But now you're stuck here in somepony else's body, I couldn't imagine what you are going through. I'm so sorry for putting you thr-"

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>>30463530
"Oh would you stop berating yourself?" your little outburst got his attention, time to land the final blow.
"You didn't intend for this to happen, did you? Yes or no."
>"I-I..."
"Yes or no."
>"N-no."
"Then stop crying you silly horse."
>"I am a pony, and I'm not s-silly."
"Of course you are, you big blue buffoon." you say, squeezing his leg a little more. You wouldn't want him to think that you're being mean to him after all.
>. . .

"I can be your friend, if you want." you say with a sigh. Maybe this will cheer him up.
>"R-really?"
"Will you help me get back home?" you ask with fake seriousness.
>"Of course!"
"Then we have a deal!" you reply, flashing Cobalt a mischievous grin, earning a chuckle from the unicorn.
>Mission 'Cheer up the pony' complete.

That's it for now.
Please feel free to critique the shit out of it.

>>30463537
New green from a new writer? Well fuck, that's a welcome surprise. A bit choppy at points, but I'm interested and will be waiting for more.

>>30463537
Smol dregs <3
You have given me a need i didnt know i wanted

>>30463537
No thanks.

>>30463537
Glad you went through with writing this

>>30463537
He just wants a friend. Pseudo dragon anon tries to set him up with twilight.

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>>30463537
awesome stuff man

>>30468616
Not everyone enjoys reading essentially the same story over and over again with only the name and the scale color of the main character being different. They're even all females, for crying out loud.

>>30469211
That's a bit of an over simplification. Maybe a lot of the older greens are same old same old- but Hybrid Theory, Prim's robot dragon, Addy, and Morgan all feel distinctly different.

And all female? Not quite.

>>30469850
We're getting better

Still mostly dead, though

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A garrison bump

>>30476341
Who?

>>30476352
The soldier turned gladiator from Hybrid Theory. Potential love interest for Ikra.

>>30477430
He's definitely interested, we'll have to see about Ikra

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>>30463537

>>30480829
would hug/10

>>30480829
would do gay horse activities with/10

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>>30462330
>Ikra studies Garrison as he observes the golden dragon in the distance.
>She really didn't want to talk to an authority figure. When she first saw the beauty of the empire, it was almost immediately ruined by the thought that she and Garrison would have to share it with other beings.
>Despite what he said, she didn't believe all of these beings would be as nice as they have been. The only trait she's experienced in most people she's ever known is hostility.
>This entire time she's been ready to lash out. She's been waiting for someone to challenge her or insult her, she has had it in her head to not take any nonsense from anyone, but she was caught off guard by the benevolence of the populace.
>She can admit that she's wrong, but guards still don't sit right with her. Their armor may be more shiny, but their authority will surely drive them to corruption like the thugs she's used to.
>She turns her focus to the small dragon and formulates a plan.
>'She's shorter than most dragons, that puts her at a reach disadvantage. She has a sword at her hip, but edges prove useless against your scales. If she wants to waste time grabbing for it, let her. When push comes to shove, go for the eyes, it's the weakest point on a drake.'
>Her gaze again turns to her pony friend, and she feels the ice around her heart melt when she sees the goofy smile on his face.
>That darn smile has been plastered on his face ever since they saw the empire from the top of that hill. Clearly he feels comfortable here and trusts these ponies, and yet Ikra has been formulating plans to kill everyone she's seen!
>She swallows back her apprehension. She'll try to trust these beings more, she owes Garrison that much.
>This has been the best day of her entire life, and it's all because of him. He's shown her so many new experiences, it makes her wonder why he does it.

>>30485002
>She can understand the concept of friendship, but to do so much for her without thought of personal gain...it makes her feel uncomfortable, but in a good way.
>The way he looks at her, the way he touches her sometimes, the effort he pours into everything he does, it gives her a foreign feeling she's never known: the feeling of being wanted, of being cared for. Not even Bomber made her feel this way.
>She certainly doesn't feel worthy of such praise. She's fine with the roaring fans of the arena, she's fine with the kobolds being overly enthusiastic about her draconic heritage, and she's fine with the loyalty of her former team, but a bloodthirsty killing machine like her doesn't deserve...this.
>Just when she starts to feel depressed, Garrison's voice cuts through her sadness.
>"Once you finish that caramel apple we can go talk to her, you guys might find something in common, being dragons and all."
>She holds the apple near her face and examines it. 'There has to be a less messy way to eat these delicious things.' She thinks. 'Maybe if I get the caramel off first...'
>She opens her mouth and closes her eyes in anticipation as her serpentine tongue wraps around the half eaten apple, practically polishing it until all of the caramel is gone and the red skin underneath shines in the light.
>Her meals consisted of mystery meat for most of her life, this was absolutely fantastic. She lets out an involuntary moan as she slurps it up and eats the rest of the apple.
>Her eyes are startled open by a loud thud. She looks down to see Garrison's head resting on the table awkwardly.
"Gary?!"
>He twitches and his head shoots up from the table as he regains consciousness.
"Did you just pass out?!"
>He looks around, dazed and with red cheeks.
>"Uh, y-yeah, it must be hotter out here than I thought! I'll have to get some water!"
>He gets up and wobbles clumsily to the nearest water stand as Ikra watches him with concern.

>>30485009
>He buys a big glass of water and shotguns it, then dabs his forehead with a towel and returns to the table where Ikra waits.
>"why don't we go talk to the dragon now."
>His voice sounds jittery.
>He regains most of his composure and walks toward the dragon, who looks less exasperated and more resigned now.
>"Hey there, the names Garrison, you're the first dragon guard I've ever seen! When did they start letting you in?!"
>The dragon cocks a smile and puffs out her chest, obviously proud of her position.
>"I'm Khoa! I happen to be a special case. They don't consider most dragons eligible for the task, but I managed. Though, I wasn't the first..."
>Her face then scrunches up, as if the recollection of the "first" one brings her displeasure.
>"I was actually looking for that piece of sh- well, never mind. It's not important."
>Garrison goes on to compliment her customized armor and ask about its specifications.
>Ikra has gone largely unnoticed because she positioned herself directly behind him so she could peer over his shoulder at the yellow dragon. Hopefully she wouldn't talk to her.
>She looks around the fair as she waits patiently for the conversation to be over, mainly back at that apple stand. As she contemplates getting another one of those candy apples, something purple catches her eye.
>Before she can look closer, it ducks behind some of the barrels of apple cider. Weird...
>"...And this is my friend Ikra!"
>She tunes back into the conversation long enough to see Garrison look to his left and right for Ikra, and finally spinning around to see her hiding behind him.
>She gives him a sheepish grin as he shakes his head, smiling.
>He shoves her forward into the dragon's full vision, and she practically yells her overly monotone and rehearsed introduction.
"Hello! I am Ikra! Nice to meet you! Do not be alarmed by my anatomy!"
>Khoa smiles as she looks her over.

>>30485017
>"A pleasure, and don't worry, I've seen worse. One asshole in particular that I know is like 9 animals in one."
>'Wow!' Ikra thinks. 'She doesn't hate me! I'm getting so good at this!'
>Garrison takes control of the conversation again, telling Khoa about some of their smaller adventures.
>Ikra was basking in her charismatic excellence, when she sees purple out of the corner of her eye once more.
>She turns back toward the apple stand and almost gasps. There, next to the apple stand, is a purple quadrupedal dragon! It's like no other dragon she's ever seen, and she's seen tons! Her scales are less like armor, and more smooth and shiny. She doesn't have spikes, but rather...webbed fins! She has wings protruding from her shoulder blades, but both act as third and fourth arms and are curled around 2 barrels of cider as her main arms walk her forward!
>She's so...badass! Those barrels must weigh a ton, and she's carrying two of them with her wings!
>Ikra practically squeals as she examines the dragon further. The four arms, the claws, the horns, the strength but also the agility! She would be a magnificent fighter!
"Oh my gosh!"
>She said it a lot louder than she would've preferred.
>The other two stare at her in confusion.
"Look at that dragon! She's so cool!"
>Khoa looks almost hurt.
>"I mean...she's cool for a dragon, I guess..."
>"Why don't you go talk to her?"
>Garrison's question slaps her upside the head.
"T-talk to her? Are you nuts?!"
>"well, why not?"
"'Why not'?! 'Why not'?! ....I don't know."
>She bites her lower lip. 'I guess I /am/ getting pretty good at making friends...' she thinks.
>She decides to suck it up and go try to make another friend.

>>30485025
Ikra a cute

>>30485025
>Scylla
>Fighter
Them arms is for hugging only.

Ikra a super cutie.

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>>30485025

I do not fear to go to bed

Because the thread is already dead

No need to bump throughout the night

For this thread has lost the fight

It's safe to say that no one cried

For all the dragons have already died

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Lets get this story rolling again,,

You run through the apple orchards, going as fast as you legs can carry you without fear of tripping on your extra set of limbs.
How could you be such a fool?
how could it even work out? He's a pony and your ... you're a monster, a beast.

You slow to a walk before throwing yourself to the ground and bury your head between your arms.
You grit your teeth as the next sets of thoughts screams in your head.

would you even be able to give him a family, he's such a hard worker, and the way he care for his family, hed surely would want have one of his own...but, how would you even be able to give him that… would it even be possible to?
You feel like such a fool, as tears burn in your eyes, why would he even have feelings for you to st-

A new voice grabs your attention, stopping your previous thoughts in its tracks.

“you alright under there?”

You wince as move your arms off from your face, expecting a scream or a trembling pony to be standing before you.

As you look up, with butterflies building up in your chest, you are taken back as an icy blue eye looks down on you with concern and worry, framed by a silver mane that seems to glow and shimmer against the cool colour of her blue grey coat.

>>30490692

“oh there's a lovely set of eyes hiding behind those tears”

it takes you a moment to take in the words of this new pony, and slightly longer to regain some composure.

“ your...your not scared of me?”
you wipe away the tears from you eyes as the pony lays down in front of you.

With a soft smile she gently moves her mane from over her eye and give you a quick once over.

“ hmm..” she lets her mane fall back into place as she rubs her chin “well, you look like a dragon that could hold their own”
Readjusting herself, she takes a deep breath and looks you dead in the eyes.
“ you seem troubled, but not as troubled as whoever is responsible for making a dragon cry”

With a sniff and a muffled chuckle, you break eye contact.
“ t-that would be me”

“oh honey,” inching herself closer and placing a hoof by your claws, she lets out a sigh “ i'm here if you want to talk about”

You look back to her face, the soft sweetness of her expression makes you feel a little better.

The pony pats your claw before standing back up, offering her hoof out to you.
“just so you're not talking to a complete stranger, my name is Vicki, and that's with two eyes” she chuckles to herself and flips her head, revealing her eye for a brief moment. “ you wouldn't think it with all this hair”

You let out a giggled snort, “ was that a pun?”

The smile on Vicki’s face grows wider
“well, it's a bit more than that” letting out an infectious giggle “it's really is how to spell my name” her hoof still stretched out “ but you're not gonna leave me hanging here, are you?”

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>>30490715
im gonna leave you hanging until i get more done

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>>30490742
Can't wait for more, Vicki makes a great big sister

>>30485025
>Garrison watches, expecting Ikra to walk over to the apple stand and make some conversation, but instead she remains where she is, staring intently at purple drake.
>He follows her gaze and sees the purple dragon set down the barrels of cider she was carrying and exchange glances with another pony at the stand, a red one with orange hair and green eyes.
>He's a large one. Garrison always prided himself on his build, and he regained a lot of his physique after he escaped from slavery, but this guy was something else.
>Looking exhausted, the large red pony yawns, and the purple dragon winks at him.
>Garrison tries to continue his conversation with his new guard friend, but Ikra remains still, regarding the purple dragon for several more seconds.
"Are you trying to figure out how to kill her?" Garrison asks.
>It only now occurs to her that she's been staring quite intently at the drake for a while now.
"Heh...how did you know?"
>'It's not hard to figure out' he thinks. 'Every time she sees someone new, she always pauses for a second or two to evaluate them, this dragon must be especially hard for her to figure out for it to take so long.'
"You always do it. I bet you have a plan to kill everyone here..."
>Khoa leans in, concerned.
>"Say what, now?!"
>They both ignore her, and Garrison continues.
"D-do you have a plan to kill me too?"
>He shudders as his mind begins to wander again, and another fantasy comes to him.
>In his mind, Ikra's eyes go half-lidded as she gives him a wry smile.
>"Actually, I don't. Would you mind giving me a hint? What's your weakness, Gary? What's your most...tender spot?"
>She leans in, almost touching her face to his, and he subconsciously holds his breath.

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>>30493146
>"Is it your neck?"
>She closes her eyes and begins kissing his neck. She opens her mouth again and scrapes her fangs against the sensitive flesh, her warm moist breath brushing against his throat as she begins to lick him.
>"...Or is it something else?"
>She side steps and positions her self beside him, where she runs her claws down his legs. She says something else, but he's too lost to hear it.
"W-what?"
>He stutters and lets go of the breath he had been holding in in a burst of air.
>The world comes rushing back to him. The fantasy Ikra disappears and he becomes aware of the festivities around him.
>"I said, do you /really/ want me to answer that?"
>'Depends, are you going to answer it like the Ikra in my head?' He thinks. No, he wouldn't have that much luck.
"It'd probably be best if you didn't..."
>He blinks his eyes tightly and shakes the vision from his head.
"You won't have to kill her. Come on, I'll go with you."
>Khoa moves to follow.
>"I guess I'll go say hi too. It's not everyday you see another dragon around."
>After a few steps however, a few distant screams can be heard from somewhere off in the city.
>They all look around for any sign of the source, when Khoa points to a stack of smoke in the distance.
>She mutters something under her breath angrily. Garrison thinks it sounded like 'daze'? That doesn't make sense, he must have misheard.
>"I gotta go."
>She wheels around and sprints in the direction of the cloud of smoke.
>Over the clang of her armor, they can just make out her voice saying "I swear to God!" Before it fades into the distance.

>>30493159
>Garrison and Ikra turn to each other and shrug before they continue walking toward the vendor.
>As they walk, Garrison becomes aware that Ikra is slowly falling behind in step so that he will have to speak with them first. Very clever...
>The red stallion greets them.
>"Eeeeyup?"
"Uh, we'd actually like to talk to the purple dragon there."
>The four armed drake turns around, obviously confused.
"My friend thinks you're really cool."
>She looks to her left and right, her eyebrows scrunching together.
>"You're talking to me right? Y-you think I'm...cool?"
"You're certainly unique, but Ikra here really likes your uh...wing situation."
>He steps to the side, revealing Ikra who had been hiding behind him yet again.
>Caught in the spot light, Ikra blurts out: "You're so awesome! I bet you could uproot a tree!"
>'Ok...that wasn't the most tactful introduction, but she's doing well so far?' Garrison watches her progress with hope.
>The other dragon gasps when she sees her.
>"You're half pony?!"
>She clumsily dashes over to her on six limbs and runs her claws through Ikra's curled black hair.
>"Oooooo~ You're so pretty!"
>Garrison turns to the red stallion for confirmation, and he looks just as stunned.
>This is by far the most bizarre introduction he's ever seen. Is it a dragon thing to be so...forward? To just bond through commenting on physical attributes? Either that, or this other dragon is just as socially awkward as Ikra is.
>Either way, it seems to be working, as they both squeal in delight from something the other said while he was absent from the conversation.