>>12555149 (OP)
2soonniggerfag

>>12555149 (OP)
Go to sleep faggot.
or else I'll tell your mom

>>12555149 (OP)
That Pinkie eye is fucked up.

Filthy muggles are poluting AiE.

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Parking and writing.

>>12547929
Awesome.

>>12548002
Phew, I was worried there for a spell.

>>12552262
Didn't even cross my mind. Thanks.

>>12555676
>Aie
>not polluted anyways with shit and self insert mary sue

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Parking.

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>>12556200
On a scale of 1 to fantabulous how lovely are these muffens exactly?

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Parking, rewriting, lurking.

Alright, so it's a new thread, and I'm done with my final chapter of MLA. Who all is here?

>Parking
>Wasting a post

>>12556416
>You forgot your pic.

>>12556402
Right when I have to go to work

Idea.

Pegasi love having their wings scratched. When one is getting scratched, however, the other one flaps like a how a dog would kick their leg.
Anon sees if he can get a pegasus to take off with only one wing via scratching.

>>12556459

When do you get off? I can wait a little bit...

>>12556359
What are you rewriting?

>>12556463
Anon can't get past the fact that they're ponies. Thus, he treats them all more or less like common equines. Giving them treats, scolding bad behavior, having them eat out of his hands, even penning them.

Their reactions are up to the glorious author who'd write it, but I'd personally like them feeling compelled.

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>>12556511
The first 9 chapters of ASNW. Going to bring Luna in as an important presence in the story, and I'm going to try give Anon more character.

Anyone seen Hazardus recently? Really want to see the next chapter of an alien walks amongst us.

>>12556667
He quit but hasn't said so yet.

Posting a teaser of something I promised Irish about a year and a half ago.

Don't expect much of it though.

>|A Brief Introduction|
>It is said that on Earth, the Gods play dice with the fates of Men. But this is not Earth, and our story does not concern Men, for the most part. Visualise an empty starscape before us, punctuated by the occasional pinprick of a distant sun. Let the camera of the mind’s eye move slowly forward until we see, suspended in the inky blackness, a blue-green orb, not unlike Earth. But this is decidedly not Earth, although at present, it contains at least one of its bizarre creatures…

>Let us zoom in closer until what was once a marble becomes a full-size planet, complete with a pocket-size sun and moon. Further still, and the patches of green resolve into definite land masses, and the patches of blue into oceans filled with wonders and terrors that no man should wont of. Further still, and the land masses and oceans give way to a country, with a greenness that implies that whenever this is, an Industrial Revolution is very much at the back of the occupants’ minds. Further still, and the country becomes a town, a street, a bar…

[1/?]

>>12556728
>The bar itself was of the kind found down an alley, known only to a certain kind of clientele. Which is to say, they probably wouldn’t know what the word ‘clientele’ meant, not that that would stop them from caving your head in for calling them that. Imagine, if you will, a dark and dangerous room*, with even darker and more dangerous recesses where the ‘clientele’ would conduct their dealings in privacy. A room where conversations are held in hushed tones and the faint chink of gold through burlap punctuates the murmur and slurping of watered-down beer.

>*This also has the added effect of allowing anyone inside to clearly see any newcomers, or potential threats quite clearly, whilst the late entry would only see pitch black, until their eyes adjusted a while later. Handy for those who would otherwise wish to remain unseen, who could then slip out the back in the intervening seconds.

>>12556728
>>12556733
You people. Always after a 1-2hour break everyone starts posting their stories at the same time.

How the fuck do you guys accomplish this day after day?

>>12556748
|Enter the Nomad|
It is into this warren that our so-called Hero now steps, fresh with the sweat from the noon-day sun on his back, and is immediately riddled with the gaze of several pairs of saucer-sized eyes, before they slowly return to their illicit dealings. The Barkeep has already drawn his usual order, and the Nomad settles onto a stool clearly designed for someone or something maybe half his size, but this only has the effect of making the out-of-scale man seem even larger in the gloom. A hooded figure approaches hesitantly, but thinks better of it before scurrying away to some dark recess.
[3/3]

Just a teaser, but let me know what you think. And yes, I know it's shite.

>>12556680
WHATWHATWHATWHATWHATWHATWHATWHAT
NONONONONONNONONONONONNON
WHAT

>>12556764
Sorry for the interruption there.
>>12556756
I've been gone for a long time, I have an excuse for rapidly producing dribble.

Okay, here we go. For real this time.

>The elevator ride down is a little tense.
>Minuette really is a one-of-a-kind pony; the way she’s always taking active interest in others’ lives even though her own seems to be in a state of turmoil astounds you.
>She’s hundreds of miles away from her home and even though her problems still follow her, she pays no mind to it.
>It’s a kindness and generosity that you are not accustomed to, and feel you don’t deserve a lot of the time.
>Minuette smiles up at you, coaxing a slight grin from you as well.
>You wish to be more like her someday.
>The doors open. Minuette pulls you out of the elevator doors and into the lobby.
>You don’t know where you’re going; only that Lyra and Charley will be there.
>You button up your jacket and make gentle strides to the front door of the lobby.
>Outside, your skin is greeted with biting cold.
>A brisk breeze whips your hair and Minuette’s mane and scarf about.
>”Come on, this way!”
>Minuette calls out and trots off towards Charley’s home down the street.
But…
>It’s so far away.
>Minuette doesn’t look back. Her figure becomes smaller in the distance.
>All you can do is grumble and chase after her on the streets.
Hey wait up!
>You watch the flank and legs of the galloping pony kick in the iron wind in front of you.
>The mare looks back at you chasing after her.
>Her sapphire eyes cool your aching heart for a moment. Her raised brows and crooked smile beam back at you as you race toward her.
>She eventually stops and waits for you to catch up.
>”Jeeze, sorry slowpoke. I wanted to get out of the wind!”
>She giggles as you kneel down on a stoop and catch your breath.
>You huff a little.
It’s…It’s okay, I know…
>Minuette gives you a concerned look.
>”Anon, are you okay?”

>>12556790
Yeah…I’m…
>You clear your throat.
>Smoking takes the edge off sometimes, but other than that it’s pretty detrimental to your health.
>Rarity’s constant nagging echoes in a small part of your head. You thought you left her behind…
>You look up to Minuette.
We’re almost there, aren’t we?
>Your statement begs for affirmation. You remember where it was; you just want her to say something.
>She nods.
>”Mhmm, very close…a few more blocks.”
>The iron wind sharpens; it cuts through your fabric with ease. By her shivers, you can tell Minuette really wants to get out of the cold.
>The moon is full and easily visible. You look at it above you.
>It’s easily visible through the urban skyline, even in the late afternoon sky which strikes you as a surprise.
>You slowly lower your head to meet Minuette’s eyes.
>She trembles slightly as the wind blows her scarf.
>For a moment the two of you are silently locked in a stare, inches from one another’s lips.
>You feel you need to say something.
Min-
>Minuette’s eyes make a dizzy trail from the sky down to meet a small crystal that lands on her muzzle.
>She relinquishes her odd cross-eyed stare and looks into your eyes again.
Huh…is it time for snow already?
>The mare gives a dazed nod.
Do you…like snow…?
>You try to coax conversation.
>She blinks a few times.
>”Yeah…kinda…”
>She’s someone of few words, but she always packs the most meaning into them.
Me too.
>You stand up and resume your journey.
>A few more snowflakes fall around you as Minuette leads you to the apartment building where Charley lives.
>Walks with her are always silent. The street noise is your strolling soundtrack. Maybe that’s why Minuette’s words always seem so important to you. She has a lot of time to decide what she’s going to say.
>Every brief word is heavy and dense with feeling, even when delivered in her dry tone.

>>12556802
>When you arrive, Minuette buzzes the doorbell and walks up the flight of stairs to the apartment.
>Behind the door, you can make out gentle music and the clinking of glasses.
>Minuette shakes her glistening snowflake mane.
>”I hate snow.”
Really? I thought you said you liked it.
>Minuette huffs.
>”Yeahhhh, kinda!”
>You laugh at her.
Not 100% though, huh?
>She shrugs as you knock on the door. Charley and his loud Hawaiian-print shirt greet you.
>”Hey! Ponyville guy! Come on in!”
>You laugh and wave to him.
>Minuette pushes past you and leads you into the apartment.
>It’s a small party, nothing too happening.
>The room is filled with crazy laughter and conversation.
>A chorus of slurred words, drunk smiles, smoke, and an overall sense of joy and relaxation.
>You breathe in the arid atmosphere surrounding you.
>It’s delicious.
>Lyra waves at you from the couch. Minuette is busy talking to some stallions. You want to try to look normal and socialize now that you’re newly single.
>You sit down next to her.
Hey. What’s up?
>Lyra looks up at you. Her minty perfume wafts toward you, cutting through the scent of cigarettes and sudsy beer with ease.
>”Just reading.”
>You move your head to see the cover of the book.
>”Lovequest” by some pony named Gadget. The last name is obscured by Lyra’s hoof.
You read at parties?
>Lyra blushes a little.
>”Err, I read everywhere…”
>You give her a smile to relieve her.
It’s good to have something you’re passionate about.
>Lyra gives you a small nod as she hands you a beer.
>You snap it open and slowly down the suds.
So…what do you like to read?
>Lyra looks a little nervous.
>”I dunno…everything really. My girlfriend and I read a lot.”
>Her statement surprises you, but you aren’t one to judge.
Common ground is important for couples.
>She seems comforted in your words and sips her drink along with you.
>You wish someone would have given you your own advice in the past.

>>12556809
>The night crawls along. Ponys dance, music plays, jokes echo on the walls, and ponys exchange sloppy kisses.
>You sit at a counter flipping through Lyra’s book.
>It seems interesting enough. You want to read it sometime.
>”Hey, there you are.”
>Minuette walks up to you.
Oh, hey. What’s going on?
>She pulls up a chair and sits next to you.
>A few minutes pass. She’s silent as she mixes a drink and produces a rolled cigarette and lights it.
>You look at your watch as she gently pushed the thick smoke out of her pursed lips.
>It’s 11:47.
What is that?
>You smell the smoke around you. It becomes fairly obvious now.
>She levitates it to you.
>”Want some?”
>You shake your head. You aren’t a square or anything…it was just never something you liked.
>Minuette inhales the dried plant and exhales.
>”Everything tastes good at midnight.”
>She has a calm about her, like there’s a lot on her mind and she’s trying to stifle her coughs.
>You rest your head on your hand and examine the city out of Charley’s small kitchen window.
>There’s a lot on your mind right now, too. Most of all, you being semi-homeless.
>”Anon…”
Hmm?
>Minuette smiles at the bottom on her empty glass.
>”Take me away from here.”
>You’re caught off guard.
>What did she say? What did she mean?
>Her eyes are heavy like she’s tired. Maybe she wants to go to bed.
What?
>Desperately, you look for an expression on her face to gauge her seriousness, but it’s very blank.
>Expressionless and empty.
Hey…
>Her lips trembles, but her eyes are dry. She wants to cry but can’t.
Minuette?
>She looks up at you with glassy eyes.
Let’s go home.
>A single nod.
>You say goodbye to Charley and Lyra and head back to the hotel, making an excuse that you came down with a stomach ache.
>You’re terrible at making up things on the fly.

>>12556788
IS THIS TRUE. DID HE FUCKING QUIT I SWEAR TO GOD.
RIGHT IN THE FUCKING MIDDLE OF AN ALIEN WALKS AMONGST US.
FUCK.

>>12556817
>As you leave, you feel a little sad. In your time here you’ve met some really wonderful people. Maybe coming back in a few months to catch up on things wouldn’t be such a bad thing.
>The streets are now covered in a thin sheet of white fluff.
>The wind has slowed a little, but it’s still very cold out.
>You look at your companion.
>Minuette seems detached. You gently coil the scarf around her neck.
>She doesn’t seem to be talkative; much less than usual.
Hey…are you okay?
>She stares off into the distance at the streets.
>”Yeah…”
Okay.
>You quickly brush your hands together to warm them.
I guess we should head back then. Shall we?
>Minuette still stares.
>”Okay.”
>You start to walk down the street.
>”Actually…can we go…someplace first?”
>You turn around. You’re a little puzzled, but her eyes are starting to water and dart around. You don’t want to question it.
>She needs you right now.
Sure, wherever you want to go.
>”Just follow me.”
>You oblige without question.
>The snow falls silently and slowly. Your surroundings start to become more familiar now as the city gives way to flatter terrain.
>The park lights bathe the snowy cobblestones and a yellow glow. You walk to a bench and dust it off for Minuette to sit on.
>The cold has yet to penetrate the wood, but you still sit close to her to warm her.
>It’s very quiet, and there’s no one here at this hour.
>This park is special to her. It’s like a bandage for her heart when her usual nonchalant attitude is insufficient.
>The wind howls in the distance as it passes through the streets and alleyways of the city.
>Minuette breaks the silence with a spark of her lighter and a puff of one of her cigarettes.
>No words follow her actions.
>You sit there examining the dim park scenery.
>In an instant, she releases a torrent of emotion.
>Tears trickle down her cheeks.

>>12556667
He's told me he's hit a roadbump in it and is well into the first chapter of another story.

>>12556831
>”My relationship is in pieces.”
>Her monotone voice hides her sorrow the best it can.
>You ponder.
What do you mean?
>Minuette releases the smoke from her lips. It floats in the breeze and slowly dies.
>”I don’t want to go back home…my real home. I hate my fiancé, and he hates me. I’ll just be back in reality with a job I hate and someone who doesn’t love me.”
>She continues after wiping her eyes. She stares at some snow covered trees in the dark distance as she unleashes her feelings on you.
>”We have nothing in common; he’s not the person I thought he’d be…or maybe I’m not…I don’t even know anymore.”
>She sniffs and snuggles her body into yours. Her warmth radiates through your legs.
>It feels…right. Like the curvature of your leg was meant for her to rest her head there.
>”I just don’t know what to do; this isn’t the life I wanted. Why are things so hard?”
>You often ponder that too. You never wanted to give Rarity your entire heart and dedicate your life to one pony, only to have them take advantage of you and leave you in a strange world within a strange world alone.
>A tear falls off Minuette’s cheek and burns through the snow as it lands on the ground.
>”We’re just too different I guess.”
>She tries to smile through the pain…the pain that you’re all too familiar with.
>Looking for self-identity has become a hobby of yours since you’ve been with Rarity.
>Now that you’re here with Minuette though…maybe you can connect and find a little peace of mind and help her.
>You light one of your own cigarettes.
You know…things never work out.
>She sniffles and looks at you.
Don’t ever prepare for anything…you’ll always be surprised.
>Minuette starts to cry, but not because of what you said.
>All she can do is rest her head on your lap. You gently stroke her mane to comfort her.

>>12556838
>A few miles away from the hotel, many miles away from Ponyville, and a whole dimension away from Earth…you don’t feel sad about that. You don’t even feel bad about having your heart broken anymore.
>Minuette rolls over and looks up at you. A gentle gust blows her mane.
>You wipe her eyes dry as she gazes up at you.
You can’t worry about what will happen…you just have to let it happen and make the best of it. Live your life and be yourself.
>That was lame.
>Minuette giggles a little.
>”You’re really no help at all, are you?”
>You smile at her.
No…not really.
>She wipes her eyes before they widen.
What?
>A small snowflake lands on Minuette’s lips.
>They gently tremble at the coldness.
>”You wanna…uhm…”
>You waste no time to listen to her words as you plant your lips on hers.
>The snow falls once more as you hold the small pony in your lap, your lips meeting in the still night.
>The park is serene. You don’t want to leave this moment.
>Your passionate kiss is everything you’ve wanted it to be ever since you met her.
>Minuette releases you.
>”Anon…let’s go.”
Are you sure? Do you feel any better?
>”Hmm…”
>She kisses you once more before burying her face into your coat.
>”Yes. I’m wonderful. Thank you.”
Sure?
>She giggles.
>She plants her lips against yours one last time before standing up.
>”Yes; I’m sure.”
>You and Minuette walk down the cobblestone path back toward the hotel.
>The streets are sparse. It makes you feel closer to her.
>Minuette walks closely, quietly thinking of things to say you assume.
>But she saves it; she doesn’t speak until you arrive back to the hotel.
>It’s in sight in the distance.
>”Ha…look at those guys…”
>You look up the street.
>Rarity and Pierre are stumbling through the street as they leave the hotel…groping each other along the way.
>You massage your still-aching hand. You almost forgot all about her.
>Almost.

>>12556835
WHY. IT WAS LIKE RIGHT IN THE FUCKING CLIMAX. FUCKING WHY.

>>12556728
>I promised Irish about a year and a half ago.
Huh?

>>12556846
>Minuette giggles. Rarity’s laugh echoes as Pierre slaps her flank.
>Normally, you’d do a lot more than slug him. But now…now it just seems like too much effort.
>Minuette quickly runs inside to escape the cold without saying a word.
>You stand there…caught between the past and the present; love and heartbreak.
>Before you know it, Rarity looks back at you and the two of you lock eyes.
>The snow blurs your gaze. She looks happy…about as happy as a love-deprived harlot can be.
>She will never be satisfied.
>You hope she’s enjoying her new life…some things will never fade away.
>You give her a wave goodbye and head back up to the room.
>Minuette quickly throws off her bag and rushes under the covers.
>She flails about and moans in joy as she gets comfortable.
>”Ah…warmth…”
>You remove your jacket and shoes and climb into the bed with her.
>She presses her lukewarm body against you.
>Minuette carries a burden with her all the time. Why can’t you be strong like her?
>Maybe she’s silent because she doesn’t want to bother the world with her life.
>In a strange way, it’s very admirable of her.
>It’s almost 3 in the morning now.
>Things change so fast.
Hey.
>”Yeah?”
So what do you want from life?
>Minuette is silent for a moment. You wait for her to relinquish her pent-up words that she’s been holding back for the past hour or so.
>But you lay under the blankets in the dark awaiting an answer for a while in silence and eventually give up.
>You roll over.
>”I think I’d like to laugh more.”
>And with that, you fall asleep next to her while the snow falls silently outside.
===============

Thoughts on this chapter? I felt I was a little rusty and my writing style may have changed in my absence. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it!

Hopefully I can squeeze more writing time into my schedule and wrap this story up eventually without it sucking.

Direct link: http://pastebin.com/LCwNWC5N

>>12556822
He hasn't confirmed it but he's been gone long enough for us to pronounce him dead.
Remember Anon, the ride never ends. He'll be back.

>>12556857
Doesn't matter if you remember or not, still gonna finish and post it. Maybe you'll get it once I work round to the plot, maybe not.expect the finished script in 2-6 days.

>>12556897
WHYYYYY.
IT WAS THE GODDAMN CLIMAX.
WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN. EVERY. FUCKING. TIME.
and it was one of very few good anon X lyra fics also ;_;

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>>12552485
That's quitter talk. Our minds love doing things by habit. If you make writing a positive habit, you'll start easier because it becomes a routine.

>>12548440
Even if his work is highly repetitive, Stephen King pumps out content like no one's business.

And for God's sake, check the link below. It is one of the most comprehensive looks on how to deal with an empty page without all of that "top 10 ways to finish your book, lol" casual bullshit that google searches seems to be fond of.

http://www.timothyhallinan.com/writers.php

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Hey, all. Checking in real quick to let you know that I'll be working on Chapter 2 of "Moonshine with Punch" for the PiE thread this week.

"For the Record: Chapter 7" will come right after that.

>>12556916
Wait, there are other ones?!
What other stories are there that involve Lyra? I'm also thinking this is turning into a Bonny ship, with how much she's actually appeared and what she's done, so is there any of her?

Fuck being 15 hours ahead of you guys... It's 15 past midnight right now for me... I'll post the last chapter in a few hours, when everybody is on. Until then...

>>12556496
Dont worry about it, post anyways. Wasting time on phone here anyway due to slow as fuck day.
>>12557709
Oh, that works too.

Hey AiE, is one week per chapter an acceptable update schedule?

Anon makes an offhand remark about child support on earth a few days after estrus. seeing as how Equestria is 70-90% female, it quickly goes from gossip to being a law.
He's then pelted with child support claims from pregnant mares he saw to during estrus and denies them all. It goes to court. After the shitstorm abates some as the trial is coming to a close, Anon reveals the he's been sterile all his life.

>>12557889
Update when you're ready to update.

>>12557889
It's a good rate and it's doable for the writer as well.

>>12557889
Anything works. Don't burn yourself out.

This thread is better than flutterrape

>>12557920
Every thread is better than flutterrape

>>12557899
>>12557902
>>12557904
Thanks. Now, what's a good chapter length?

>>12557961
Anything over 1k words

>>12557961
3000 words to about 20.000

Aim for a satisfying point to end in terms of story-progression rather than word-count though.

>>12557961
2K words to 20K. It's best to end a chapter during a logical break in the story.

>>12557961
I prefer my chapter to end around 7k.
If it's too short I always feel like it was rushed and needs more details.

WHY IS AIE SO DEAD LATELY

>>12558285
>Weekend
>Hiatus
>Ameriflaps are asleep

>>12558285
Other than the fact that Bronycon is going on, which writers are either attending or enjoying any spaghetti coming from it (Nav is thought to be there) it's the weekend. They're enjoying their time off, probably taking this time to write something for the oncoming week.

You could always provide some green with a simple one shot, Anons of the thread.

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Parking.
Writing.
Lurking.

>>12556885
This was a good one. Nothing much happened until later in the update where a lot of stuff came up. You're thinly laying on the fact that, despite Minuette being shown in a better light, she's essentially cheating on her fiancé with Anonymous. I'm curious as to wether Anon will realize this and second guess his relationship with her. After all, what evidence do we have to make her look more faithful than Rarity?
Speaking of Rarity, I feel like we're not done with her or Pierre. The reality of the situation would be to let them be and find new love, but this is fiction and we're allowed to bend reality. And I know many of us want to see Pierre get hurt and Rarity get burned. If you have no plans for those, I might suggest just hinting at Rarity's career failing or her friends abandoning her or something.
And the. There's,
>U in da club and Pierre comes up and slaps your Rarara on the ass
I'm trying really hard to imagine a pony slapping an ass, and I can't do it. It's too

Overall, I enjoyed it. Its good to see you're back.

>>12558816
>I'm trying really hard to imagine a pony slapping an ass, and I can't do it. It's too
Just imagine Pinkie slapping cranky until he smiles

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>>12557961
2k average; 20k if you're nav

>>12559047
Yeh but nav does an entire story arc in one chapter spanning 3 continents.

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Parking.
Writing.
Lurking.

Updated Chapter 2 of 99 last thread.
[99 - 2] Having Girl Problems - http://pastebin.com/DFfHF8eA

If you have comments, questions, suggestions, rants, etc, do let me know.

>>12557032
Listen to this anon, Bolding. Back when I first started, I was writing every day or every other day. It was something I looked forward to at the end of my day. Something I'm beginning to look forward to again.

>>12551313
I'll see if I can't get some more written then.

>>12552445
Multiple reasons.
First and foremost, Anon is a guy thrown into a girl's body. He's never dealt with any of these problems before, at least not firsthand.
Second, he's going to deal with the problems as they arise, and by trying solutions as he thinks of them. A bra is the obvious solution to back problems or pains caused by larger breasts.

>>12552482
>>12553272
I'm leaving Anon's bra size ambiguous, since Anon himself has no real way of measuring. For argument's sake, anon doesn't know the details of breast cup sizings, save that letters are involved somewhere along the line.

And on the note of back problems arising so soon, think about walking around with meat bags stapled to your chest for three days. After a while, your back would start to hurt, yeah? Or, another comparison would be carrying around some textbooks. They're not heavy in small doses, but if you're not used to carrying them around, eventually you start to get sore. Make sense?

>>12559076
>>12559047
>>12558062
>>12558004
>>12557981
>>12557974
>>12557961
Do what you feel comfortable.
Just remember one thing:
Quality > Quantity

>>12559156
in ur case, it's quality=quantity
An jus look at ur update speed

>>12559194
#shotsfired

>>12559194
dayum son

>>12559156
Have to say, every update to this story makes me hate Pinkie more and more. Such an irritating character, it pains me to have to me her.

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>>12560090
Whats so bad about Pinkie in this story? Sure she is a bit annoying, but thats just like her character in the show

>>12560575
>Sure she is a bit annoying, but thats just like her character in the show

YA DUN FUCKED UP NOW BOY!

No, I have to agree with >>12560090
.
Nether, I know this is your attempt at improving at writing Pinkie but it's not really working out for me.
You write her as someone who's COMPLETELY oblivious towards Anon's emotive state, whereas Pinkie is actually a very perceptive individual.
She's one of those characters that doesn't need words to know when something is wrong and you're writing her as the complete opposite of that.

Maybe that's your take on here and that's fine, but I can't say it's working very well for me.
Which is kinda sad since I usually do enjoy your work.

Oh well, I'll keep reading anyway. Nothing's carved in stone yet.

I'm just glad to see you're getting enthusiastic about getting back into writing.

>>12558816
Yeah. Before I went on my break I was like "herp derp better end this at part 10 like always." But then I realized that to wrap it up so abruptly would really just make people hate it and lose faith in the characters and the story itself.

So I thought I'd add a little more depth to Minuette by showing that she has realistic problems too that I hinted at earlier, and make her character a little more round. I know it seemed like I wrote the first half a month ago and then went "HEY LET'S HAMFIST THIS OTHER STUFF IN THERE TO KEEP IT ROLLING". It wasn't like that, I just wanted to entice readers to wonder what would happen next.

I appreciate the review and the suggestions, I'll definitely take it into consideration.

>>12560575
Someone's just way too invested Ponke perfection based on their headcannon.

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Are there any stories where anon is like Dexter in Equestria?

>>12561108
I think Stegtorn did one like that.
One of the new guys had something like that in any case.

>>12557928
Except AiE.

>>12557032
>http://www.timothyhallinan.com/writers.php

This is something people should really read. I'm working my way through it now, and I'm genuinely glad that I started doing so.

Thanks for the link, Anon.

Chapter One for those of you who are just joining and feel like catching up.
http://pastebin.com/FxUNXnYZ
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>Ow.
>You begin to feel again. You wiggle your fingers to check if they’re there.
>Yep. Alright. Toes.
>Shoot. Toes? TOES WHERE ARE YOU?!
>Oh yeah, cant move those that well when in the armor.
>You silly goose. All you do is over react. Time to open your eyes.
>The room is dimly lit. There are pools of glowing green sludge everywhere. Strands of the substance slink up the walls.
>Some form webs in the corners. You are currently held up in the air by them in your own personal web.
Jahvise?
>No answer from your buddy.
Hello? Is anyone there?
>Silence answers you. The room is completely quiet save for a faint humming coming from the pools.
Um…anyP0NY?
>Again, no answer. The world seems to be ignoring you.
>You hate being ignored.
HEY!
>No freakish bug things are going to ignore you!
>You shake back and forth in the web, forward and backward, right to left.
>RrrrIIIiiiiIIP!!
>The green chords tear, freeing you and letting you free into a pool of sludge.
>Like when walking into the castle, you strain to lift your arm up. Thankfully the puddle wasn’t anymore than ankle deep or else you might be in trouble.
I SAID HEY! Is anyone there? Whyd you shoot me?
>You make a note to yourself to shoot them back.
>Show them what for.
>Filthy bunch of bugs.
>Sware on ur mum.

1/?

>>12561292


>You thought over shooting them. That might start a huge war.
>Yeah, you weren’t a pony, but everyone seemed to count you as part of Equestria.
>Laws here were so complicated. As far as you know, even coming here could have started a war.
>Jahvise should have warned you against it.
>Good-for-nothing computer. Whats he do anyway?
>Its not like he shows you where to go, gives you information on things, and advises you on actions that are way above your pay grade which is sadly nonexistent.
>…
Oh god I miss him so much!
>You cry your eyes out like a sissy girl as you drag yourself along the hard floor.
>There was no energy in your body to stand. Barely enough to even stay awake. You must trek on though!
>You.
>Will.
>Not.
>Be.
>Ignored.
>Why is this a thing now?
>For god’s sake, brain. Make up your mind on what you want.

2/?

>>12561321


>Hoofsteps echo from the hall. You know, the black one that you cant see anything in.
>Except for the now faint blue light coming to the entrance.
>The light reminds you of the changeling’s eyes. The soulless blue. The empty stare they gave you.
>A small chill runs down your spine.
This was much easier when the armor was on!
>You grunt as roll to the side on the floor. Some green sludge sticks to the wall there forming a perfect hiding place behind it.
>”I heard some yelling from in here!”
>Some changelings run into the room chittering.
>Their skin looks more like a shell. It’s shiny and you cant see any hair or fur. No scales, no nothing.
>Suddenly the urge to be acknowledged left you as if some great force had placed it in you only so you would yell and attract the changelings.
Narrator?
>Shut up.
>The changelings jerk their heads, instantly locating the source of the sound. Your eyes meet theirs. Their night-vision eyes easily spot your garish form through the holes of the wall sludge.
I hate you narrator.
>The changelings stomp towards you angrily and threateningly.
Cant we just talk this out? Tin can to freakish bug creatures?
>One of the changelings horns glow. The sludge you’re hiding behind glows in response.
Oh come on, that’s just not fair.
>It unleashes itself from the wall and falls over you, wrapping you up like a sushi roll and constricting, pulling tight. You’re now immobile.
If I could, I would so blast you into smithereens!

3/?

>>12561346

>Your captors kick you, rolling you along the ground.
>Katamari would be proud.
So long day at work?
>They stay silent. Your world continues to spin. Your head doesn’t move due to the armor being off so thankfully your neck is safe from such worries.
I get it. Back on Earth, I did the same thing every day too. We had lights though so…you know. It was nicer.
>You get awfully close to a pillar sticking out of the ground. The changelings don’t seem to notice though and continue rolling you along.
Guys theres a big rock ahead of us.
>No response.
Guys I really like having a functioning neck. Can you like…move me a bit?
>Wow it’s getting close now.
You’re jerks.
>They send you forward at rocket speeds. Your face clashes with the mighty stone as it topples. Nothing stands in humanity’s way.
I hate you both. Just know that.
>They snicker behind you and roll you into a…actually bright room. Theres that glowing sludge EVERYWHERE. However it all seems to be organized.
>The room is circular, the puddles lining its wall. Chords of it stick from the floor to the ceiling in between the craters of ooze.
>In the center is a big chair that’s pitch black except for some green trailing down from it.
>It almost looks like hair but theres holes in it so obviously it’s just paint. No way hair would just be floating there if there were a gaping hole separating it from the roo—
>The chair has eyes.
>It also grows a wicked smile. You notice some fangs in there too.
>Wait a minute…that’s a pony! No, a changeling! This must be the queen you were looking for!

4/?

>>12561359

Ah ha! You know, I came all the way out here to complain to you. One of your subjects hit me in the sky before and…. Actually that’s it. THESE guys though! Wow don’t even get me started! You need to put some decency into your subjects, Missy.
>She chuckles from her throne.
So are you going to do something or not?
>”You’re not very bright, are you?”
>Oh no she di-ent.
Whatd you just say? Come say that to my face you little witch. I’ll have you know I built this armor in a month. I’ve created and solved over 300 mathematical equations that would blow your mind and completely change your view of the world. Back on Earth, colleges and schools threw money at me just to have me touch their chalkboards! What have you done? Raised a uncouth army of bug freaks? I swear to god mate, insult my intelligence one more god damn time and we’ll see which puddle of goop I lay your unconscious form in!
>Her eyes widened in shock and what must be awe in your statement.
>Surely she is filled with respect and knows her place beneath humanity’s foot.
>Why are you so racist?
>”At least I know who ‘Anon’ is now.” She sighs.
What?
>”The love I took was very potent, almost pure love. All of it was directed to a pony, or whatever you apparently are, named ‘Anon’.”
Whats not to love about me?

5/?

>>12561382


>”And the love just keeps pouring out. You’re like a never-ending fountain of self-importance. That’s probably the only reason you haven’t died yet. My guards tell me you fell right into a pool? That should have drained your love completely right then.”
>All this talk about people loving you makes you love yourself even more. You’d like to spend all day talking about yourself, but you have more important…alright more pressing matters at hand.
So who even are you? Can I get out of this thing?
>”I am Queen Chrysalis, ruler of the changelings.”
>Yes?
>…
…
>”…”
So can I go?
>”No.”
But why? Whatd I do to you?
>”You came to the Changeling lands—“
Map said Changeling Isle.
>”Shut up. You came to the changeling lands, broke the outside of my castle, TRESSPASSED in my castle, broke my love chords, and now THREATENED me. You’re not leaving here.”
Ever?
>”Ever.”
Don’t you think that’s a bit harsh?
>”Considering what you’ve done? Be grateful I didn’t kill you right away.”
>You chuckle.
>Shes actually >implying that she can kill you.
>”Whats so funny?”
Your mum.

6/6

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I know the chapters within the chapter are kind of short but Im afraid of the character limit.

This chapter also available on wastebin.
http://pastebin.com/Jqv9A7Zj

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>>12561445
>Shes actually >implying that she can kill you.
>”Whats so funny?”
Your mum.

I shouldn't find this funny.

Also, "shes."

>>12561582
Damn apostrophes and their elusive ways. Imma edit that now.

>>12561445
>Overpowered Anon
>Childish Humour
>"Your mum"

Eww.

>>12561644
It's also a crossover.

>>12561582
What on earth is your pic related supposed to be?

>>12561732
He's a paladin. She's a succubus. It's cute.

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>>12561644
>under age faggot trying to act mature on /mlp/.
Ewwww
just kidding dude.LMO no homo.

>>12561644
S-sorry

>>12561799
I was merely expressing my disgust that someone actually thought that an Iron Man/MLP crossover would actually work, especially when mixed with such terrible "jokes", dialogue and grammar.

>>12561907
You need to step it up, Senpai. Consider having Anon act more like an adult and not a 14 year old, and having actual humour rather than "ur mum" and "Come say that to my face [...]"

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>that feel when given up hope because Evets will never write any more gay clop

>>12562646
Sorry. Learning to not suck at drawing keeps eating up my spare time.

I have been working on some old request where Anon drunkingly kisses Big Mac and Big Mac tries to awkwardly romance Anon who doesn't even remember.

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>>12562858

My body will be ready when you post it you fabulous man.

Got an idea.

Anon explains candiru to ponies.

Could be Twilight, could be the CMC who than tell all their classmates.

Just imagine the panic this would cause...

>>12563168
Had to look it up, but I like this idea.

>>12563168
What about Anon explains war to ponies? Legit war, not the small-scale feuds that ponies have. Personally I'd like to see how the ponies react to the more violent side of people rather than "Anon is so sweet and different from other humans so he fits in perfectly with the ponies".

>>12563378
Anon is a mercenary that sits in the bar and tells the others stories about the various jobs he's done.

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>>12563424
He's the only one that makes it out alive.

>>12563424
Anon is a nuclear scientist and explains how nukes can be used for good, if used on bad people.
Explain hiroshima.

>>12563470
>Anon builds Equestria's first nuke.
>Nuke tested on the changelings.
>World is never the same.

>>12563616
>Equestria is already familiar with nukes.
>Used on mountain p0nies.
>Made Changelings.
>Princesses ban nukes, but it isn't enough.
>Revert all technology back every couple thousand years.
>Fuck mares.
>Get bits.

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>>12563424
Nearly all his stories has some form of dark humour in them that he finds amusing, while almost everyone else is shocked because they're not used to that kind of dark humour.

>>12563671
>Twilight brings technology back.
>Anon tells them everything they can do with it.
>Celestia remembers what happened before and launches a nuke at Ponyville.
>Better to lose the elements than to let tech back.

Are we really doing this?

>>12563842
>Anon also worried about nukes.
>he made sure Twilight build a missile defense system first.

Not him but, yes

>>12563842
Why not?

>Twilight's the only survivor because she followed Anon's instructions to Duck and Cover.
>She brings her friends back with magic science.
>Radiation from the blast spreads across Equestria, hitting Canterlot.
>Celestia blames it on the sea p0nies.

>>12564015

>Anon, Twilight and friends begin plans to overthrow Celestia.

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>>12562858
Hmm, in the comic, it can be interpreted that Mac has a stalker. Remember my idea that, once you sleep with a mare, you're stuck with them?

I'd like to see one where Mac gets Anon to try to get rid of his drunken mistake.

>>12563671
"You reverted all technology because of one destructive weapon?"
>"Yes. It was the only way."
"This is the problem with a 2000 year old ruler. You couldn't keep in touch with modern times, so you forced the world to stay as something you CAN get."
>"I'm not a very smart person Anonymous."

>>12564187
I love those comics so damn much

>>12564164

>Use Pinkie's amazing baking skills to make a massive cake.
>Roll it up to the gate of Canterlot.
>Everyone hiding inside.
>The trap is set...

"Anonymous somehow manages to subsume and become dominant over nightmare moon, and with all this dark power, he does literally nothing more than make himself and his home more impressive, occasionally uses his power for party tricks."

>>12564187
>dat filename

Is that her canon name? I was gonna do a one shot with her, mac, and Anon

>>12563814 →
people should go here.
We need more ideas for new adventures.
seems the whole board is pretty dead right now.

>>12564640
>EG edition
>>>/out/

>>12564640
No, this is AiE. Fuck off.

>>12564672
>>12564686
Yeah, but we just entered equestria through the portal so it pretty much just AiE now.

>>12564187
I really enjoy those comics. Its good to see Big Mac get his own lead. Going with your idea that once you pick a mate you stick with it and Anon "chose" Mac with his drunken fun times.

>>12555149 (OP)
Is that anon dressed as Ash Williams?
cause that would be groovy

>>12564701
It looks like a power glove.
I assume it's bolding's story, so it's a slingshot he's wearing.

>>12564697
That's fine, but it seems there's still humanized pone(s) involved. Nobody here wants that.

>>12563378
>>12563424
>>12563468
>>12563704
I've always found the "always look on the bright side of life" (in the Monty Python sense) Anon's amusing.
He is one of the most cheerful being in ponyville but has no problem talking about such horrifying subjects (to the ponies) like war or human history.

>>12564583
Yes, her full name is Sweetcream Scoops.

>>12564698
>Going with your idea that once you pick a mate you stick with it

It's more that there's so many mares and so few stallions. Nobody wants someone else's used up leftovers. So every additional stallion a mare has notably decreases her chances of joining a quality herd and starting a family.
Thus, once you dick a mare, she sticks to you like glue.

>>12564909
>Nobody wants someone else's used up leftovers.
>So every additional stallion a mare has notably decreases her chances of joining a quality herd and starting a family.

Is this something happens in nature? I though mares took the d from as many sources as possible, to decrease the chances of stallions killing it to limit competition for its own kids.

>>12564958
Nature? No. What you said is how they typically act.

But when they get that whole sapience thing, the males would look around, realize there's a lot more mares, and decide they have choices. The girls have to play by the stallions rules.

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>>12565033
Oh, now I see. >tfw you now realize that Cheerilee is one of those "used up leftovers" and it explains her disgruntlement when asked why she didnt have a special somep0ny on HHD

The ponies can't understand why Anon is dating Cheerilee - some even try and dissaude him, in favour of a "better mare" - typically themselves.

Also, I haven't read the comic, but wasn't Cadence popular in High School, with Shining Armour being a geek that rose to be a hero stereotype?

I guess they'd try and stick with the 'pure love and marriage' image for Cadence, but, given the above discussion...

Shining was the only one who wanted her. XD

...

Though maybe Teen Anon might want to?

>>12565213
I'd like to see teen anon hang out, and maybe play some DnD, with Shiny in high school.

>>12565213
>Also, I haven't read the comic, but wasn't Cadence popular in High School, with Shining Armour being a geek that rose to be a hero stereotype?
Comic aint out yet, but that seems to be what will go down.

>I guess they'd try and stick with the 'pure love and marriage' image for Cadence, but, given the above discussion...Shining was the only one who wanted her.

Its implied that other stallions want Cadence, given how the jock pony is looking at her in the group. I dont have the pic, but I'm sure its around here somewhere. I highly doubt a fine ass like Cadence was not desired in HS, or in the current canon.

>XD
Kill yourself

>>12565245
Seeing as how SA DID hang out with social rejects during his HS years, its possible.

>>12565245
I'm actually going to do a couple short stories based off this once the comic comes out.

>>12565245
I think I'm gonna have to involve them in some of my D&D one-shots some time.

>>12565370
D&D pone good times! I would love to read some of that.
Brew! You too!

>>12564909
I don't know. He might be in trouble with a cray cray mare but in my headcanon Big Mac is a super dependable pone who is too responsible to leave a mare he's dicked hanging. Even if he stuck his dick in crazy.

>>12565245
>>12565347
>>12565370
>>12565605

Anon and Shining play D+D.
Cadence has a thing for Anon, and tries to join in.
Anon isn't interested in Cadence, and doesn't want her to play because she'd fuck things up.
Shining, who's gagging for her, agrees to let her play.
Anon's got his eye on this average-looking mare - Cadence subsequently dislikes said mare.
Said mare wants Shining.

>>12565605
>D&D one-shots
>not D&D Allstars
stay pleb

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>>12566054
>Need a nerdy, average (at the time) looking mare whose interested in fantasy.

>>12566211
Aaaaaaaand here we go.

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>A loud crash rouses you from your slumber, and you bolt upright
>Your eyes snap open, and you sweep them over your immediate surroundings
>There's no air horn aimed at your face, so at least there's that
>Across the room, one of your chairs is on its side
>Next to a sheepish looking Twilight suppressing a nervous smile
>You groan and flop back into bed
>"Sorry Anonymous"
>Removing your arm from your face, you consult your watch on the other
'S okay, I have to get up anyway
>You grumble
>Then you reach over for your glasses
>AppleJack's already up and gone
>And Twilight appears to be done in the bathroom
>You can hear, however, the coffee machine bubbling away on the counter
>You rise to your feet
>The cold floor serves to bring you more rapidly to consciousness as you seize your magical storage device
>And, after a nod to the the purple mare righting your chair, you stumble into the bathroom

>>12566426

>Drain your bladder
>Take a nice hot shower
>Which you surprisingly don't have to sit on the ground to get under
>Just crouch a bit for your hair
>You vaguely recall a p0ny at some point mentioning something about these being the "Minotaur quarters"
>Finish the shower, towel dry
>Shave with your knife
>As the world seems to be conspiring against you acquiring a proper razor
>On the upside, you're getting better at it
>Only one cut this time, and just a nick at that!
>Pull on fresh clothes
>Shrug on holster
>Pin cloak
>And you're ready to face another day in this technicolor wonderland
>Well, almost
>The lock on the door yields to your dextrous fingers, and you emerge into your place of residence
>Just in time to see Twilight pouring the entire contents of the coffee pot into a mug
>She looks up when she's finished, and her face falls a bit
>"Oh, I'm sorry. Did you want any?" She asks somewhat guiltily
Nah, I'm good
>You remark
>YOu're sure that if she could shrug, she would
>It's certainly the expression on her face
>That, and mild bemusement
>You stride for the door and pull it open
>You start pulling it closed behind you, when it stops
>Your questing eyes find the knob enveloped in that peculiar purple glow, and you peer further back
>Twilight's a fair distance across the room, coffee mug held in her magical grasp
>"Mind if I join you for breakfast?"
Sure
>You respond, pressing the door open a little wider
>She joins you in the hallway, and you press on towards the mess hall

Oh right, uh, this is gonna be around 50 posts long, maybe a little less. So if you're waiting for me to finish, you'll be waiting a while. Or you can just post, I don't care.

>>12566464

>Breakfast is quick
>You get some of the royally sanctioned pancakes this time
>And while they ARE good
>It just isn't the same as your version
>You make a mental note to pick up the goods necessary
>So you can whip up a batch of your own
>And if you're careful to do it when a certain apprentice isn't around
>You might avoid another round of pyrotechnic questioning
>Twilight, you note, opts for a bowl of oatmeal
>No, wait
>That's a bowl of plain oats
>yet another feature of this land that takes some getting used to
>The resident's herbivorous nature
>Your supply of carbs restocked, you rise from your chair and deposit your tray
>NoW you're ready to face the day

>>12566477

>Your first course of action, you decide, will be to stop by the public office
>You need a map of the city
>See if you can't find a griffon establishment for some proper meat
>Since shooting game outside city limits is out of the question
>The report would bring every guard in Canterlot down on your head
>You find the actually getting to the office, however, somewhat difficult
>The hallways are absolutely packed with p0nies
>There are blankets and sleeping mats strewn everywhere
>You have to step over sleeping stallions and mares more than once
>And only your experience with the twisted brambles and roots of rugged Alaskan forest keeps you from tripping over them
>When you do finally arrive, the office itself is packed
>You manage to snatch one of the maps off a rapidly depleting rack, and depart quickly
>The last leg of the journey to the shop is similarly congested
>You finally arrive at the shop, and pull the party hat off your arm
>You have no idea how it got there
>Through the doors, you can see work for the day has already begun
>There are p0nies warming up the furnaces
>Slotting sparkling objects into tools
>A hoof shoots out from under a wagon as you pass, and waves at you
>It's Tamper
>"Ready for a day in the royal mechworks, Anon?"
Livin' the life
>You respond
>Most of the shop chuckles
>You strip off your loose clothing to keep it out of rotating hazards
>The cloak goes in a pocket
>And then you get right to work

>>12566492

>Most of the work is stuff you're fairly used to
>Welding, bolting, grinding, cutting, buffing
>And a substantial amount of woodworking
>That, you're a little rusty on
>But with the help of the guys, it's coming back to you quick enough
>Another point of interest is the magic engines
>Yes, they have power tools powered by magic
>Or at least, that's what you think
>Some of them are corded, and run to the wall
>But some are cordless, and you sure as hell haven't seen any batteries changing places
>No, instead you see precious gems being slotted into the tools
>And occasionally, a unicorn operating it himself
>That's definitely something to ask Tamper about
>You gotta know how these work if you're gonna fix 'em
>And they'll be a great boon to your project as well

>>12566506

>You're wondering when the reps will show up
>And you know they will, that demonstration was too impressive for them not to
>When a certain, powerfully built earth p0ny approaches you
>"Hey Anonymous, up for some lunch?"
Lunch?
>What l-
>Your grumbling stomach reminds you that it is, in fact, getting to be around lunchtime
>And a glance at your watch confirms it
Uh, sure. Ya got a place in mind?
>"Well, me an the guys was figurin' on Broncos"
>Hell, why not.
>Cafeteria's gonna be packed around this time anyway
I'm up for it.
>You set down your wrench, and find your feet
>Lug Nut and his retinue turn for the door
Lead on
>At Broncos, you decide to mix it up
>You order the tofu burger
>The only thing remotely close to meat on the menu
>And while you're certainly not hungry after you finish it
>It just isn't the same
>Conversation over the lunch table was pretty interesting
>News of your radical new sled design has apparently filtered in
>And they were asking you all manner of questions
>And, of course, discussing ways of making sleds better
>more efficient, and faster
>You gave pointers where you could, but they did a pretty good job on their own
>There were a few questions about where you got the idea, but not too many
>You just told them it's a commonplace thing in your world
>After one of them asked if you were homesick, they shut up about it pretty quick
>Which leaves you where you are now
>Standing on a street corner with your map flapping in the wind
>You've decided to make sure this griffon restaurant actually exists before you depend on the place for dinner
>And according to the map, it's right down the street

>>12566519

>Well, it was there alright
>Reminds you of a biker bar
>You couldn't stay long, though
>Your lunch break's about up
>So you're on your way back to work
>Half way back, a familiar voice graces your ears
>"Alright, pull on three!"
>It's coming from around a corner you're approaching
>And you can't help but look down when you go past
>"Vun, two, free!"
>When you do, an interesting sight greets your eyes

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>>12566532

>A weathered and worn wooden wagon sits obstinately in place, surrounded by a half foot of snow
>In front of it, a cyan posterior led by a rainbow tail bobs, and similarly blue wings push against the air
>To the right of the straining hindquarters, you spy another pair
>These are larger, and more of a cream color
>With a black tail
>But nonetheless, working just as hard as their primary colored counterparts
>If not harder
>In the plowed and clear street sits a mare
>Deep green and scarlet of coloration, her ragged scarf hangs limply about her bowed neck
>She ministers soothing words to the grey filly at her hooves
>Hooves splattered with mud and dirty snow
>The wagon finally plows through the snow wall separating it from the street to the sound of shrieking bearings
>The wheels squeak faintly as it finally rides free, and the sudden lack of resistance causes the stallion to land rather roughly on his haunches
>Under a weather weary blanket, you spy all manner of effects
>Bottles, blankets, bedrolls, bags
>Gardening tools, pots and pans, boots
>You even spy a lockbox

>>12566553

>The stallion rises slowly to his hooves
>And when he turns to the cyan mare, you can see the bags under his eyes
>He says something that escapes your ears
>But Dash's rambunctious response certainly doesn't
>"What? No way, dude!"
>More murmuring
>"THE DASH is all public service, free of charge!"
>Another murmur
>And then the hindquarters turn
>Snout goes to ear, conspiratorially covered by hoof
>Tired eyes widen, and breath is drawn quickly
>The stallion's speech comes faster now
>"Thank you" can be made out on the chill winter breeze
>Dash downplays
>"Hey, public service, remember? Just don't be late!"
>The stallion says something final, and Dash turns
>A wave goodbye later, and she rockets off into the sky
>Covering her immediate surroundings in a light powdering of snow

>>12566586

>And then the moment is past, and you're across the street
>The stallion goes out of view just as he's hitching into the worn harness of the sled
>Ain't that some shit
>That wagon probably contains all their worldly possessions
>Pushed out of house and home, simply for lack of an effective-
>No, really any
>Means of transporting sustainable
>And now they're here
>Just trying to find a place to make a living
>...
>In some ways, that's even worse than you had it
>Because while this is an alien land
>You were fortunate enough to land on a p0ny that took you in
>And made a few key friends pretty damn quick
>This guy, he's got the scarf around his neck
>And that's it...

>>12566598

>You're hefting one side of a two wheel wagon up onto a crate when a shout rings out across the room
>"VISITOR FOR ANONYMOUS!"
Now who could that be?
>You ponder, holding the wagon aloft
>Blast, the slightly singed unicorn that's helping you, pushes the crate into place
>You set the wagon down on the crate gently
>You have no desire to crack an axle
>Then you rise, pop your neck, and head over for the main door
>On the far side, you see a familiar looking brown p0ny
>His deeper brown mane is slicked back on his head, and he's wearing a collar and tie
>And a saddlebag
>When he catches sight of you, he stands a little taller
>"Hello Anonymous."
Howdy, uuuh...
>"I'm Filthy Rich. Do you remember me?"
>When he mentions his name, it does come back to you
>From the town meeting
>Feels like it was a buncha months ago, instead of just a few weeks
Yeah, I do remember you.
>Filthy Rich makes an odd little motion, standing himself up a little taller
>"Anonymous, I have a business proposition for you."
>Hmmm
>Can't hurt
Well, why don't we discuss it in my office
>He looks at you inquisitively

>>12566610

>You arrive at your "office"
>really just a metal table off in a corner you built to your height for some of the more precision work
>You sweep the tools off to the sides, creating a channel in the center
>Then pull up a crate for Filthy Rich so he can actually see the top of it
>And then, on the opposite side, you sit down on your own fresh crafted chair
>Filthy Rich, to his credit, only bats one eye before clambering onto the crate
>You lean forward on your elbows, and clasp your hands together
What brings you to the royal mechworks today, Filthy?
>"I'd like to work out a license agreement with you for these sleds."
You want your guys to make 'em?
>"They tell me they're the best thing since zappapple jam, I'd love to make 'em."
>You notice Tamper step away from the project he's currently supervising
>A wagon axle replacement
>And start slowly cantering in your direction
Well, what would I need to do for that to happen?
>You groan internally
>Fithly pulls a stack of papers from his saddlebags
>And while it doesn't THUMP when it hits the table
>It's too thick
>Roughly as thick as your pinkie, actually

>>12566634

>You grip your temples
>That's all fine print
>All of it
>"You're not one for paperwork, are you?"
No.
>"I figured as much. From what I saw of you at the P0nyville emergency meeting. And that's why I'm here."
Really.
>He takes a breath
>oh boy
>"You don't need a pencil pushing bean counter of a representative in here trying to cut you a shim deal, right?"
You could say that
>"So I made the trip myself from Ponyville to make sure you get a fair deal. As company founder, I built this whole operation on quality products and honest prices out of my father's general store. I know what it's like to get bucked over, and I wouldn't wish it on anyp0ny."
Well Mr. Rich, that's just it.
>He shifts a little
>"What is?"
Like you said, I ain't much for paperwork. I don't read nor write legalese.
>You pick up the stack of papers
This means about as much to me as a box covered in question marks that appears outside my front door. It could be full of bits, or it could contain a PCP crazed wolverine. I have no way of knowing until my expert arrives.
>"Your expert?"
>You nod
>"Ya flatter me, Anonymous" Says Tamper as he finally reaches the table
>"An' really, it's fairly simple..."
Is it now?
>"Sure. Standard licensing agreement goes something along the lines of, you're paid royalties for every sled Filthy Rich here produces. The amount is what ya gotta negotiate."
>You consider for a moment
So what's all this extra confetti here?
>"That's definitions an' references to laws an' suchlike ta make it buckproof in court."
Huh.
>You set the paper down.
Seems I've misjudged ya, mister Rich. You have my apologies.
>"I can hardly blame you, given the practices of my competitors"
I'm more interested in your plans, if ya have 'em
>"What manner of plans?"
Yer models you've come up with, what ya plan ta sell 'em for...
>"I've got the rough designs here, if you'd like"
I would, yes.
>You shift the papers to the side as Filthy pulls out several much thinner, folded squares

>>12566649

>Looking over the designs, you realize something
>These are actually solidly built models
>Aside from...
Hey, look here
>"Hmm?"
>Filthy directs his eyes to the paper
You want a longer tongue on this one. As is, it's too short and whoever's pulling it will catch their asses on the corners whenever they try to turn.
>"I'll be sure to have that corrected" he placates
>on the upper left side of each blueprint, there's a list of material components
>And their prices
>You find the profit margins he's got in mind to be entirely acceptable
>Except...
What's this 'commission' price here? Does it have something to do with the licensing?
>"It does" he starts
>"As Tamper said, the standard contract pays you royalties per sled sold. That's the allowance in the price of the sled."
So why is it at twenty bits?
>Filthy scraches the back of his head
>"That's a placeholder number. It's also the amount copyright holders are usually paid."
So if I wanted to charge you, say, one bit per sled... The price per unit would go down?
>Filthy's pupils dilate slightly
>"The price would go down by nineteen bits, yes."

>>12566672

Thet's what I'll do, then.
>Filthy starts getting out writing utensils
>"What, exactly?"
I'll license you, on two conditions.
>"By all means."
First off, I expect royalties of exactly one bit.
>The brown earth p0ny's jaw hits the table
>He recovers pretty quick, though.
>"You're kidding, right?"
Nope.
>Filthy Rich is incredulous
>"This is the invention of the decade, Anonymous! Do you think I want to leave you flapping in the wind, without two bits to show for it?"
No sir, I do not.
>"The-"
Now, hear out my second condition.
>You say over him, and he shuts up promptly
Secondly, I'd like rights to use your facilities. Specifically, I'd like to be able to make use of your manufacturing shops and equipment, wherever they may be, provided they're not in the middle of production.
>"That's still a pittance!"
I know.
>"Why are you so determined to shortchange yourself, Anonymous?"
>You close your eyes and inhale deeply through your nose, pinching the bridge of it
Because p0nies need sleds now, mister Rich. Desperately. And I don't want to get in the way of that by directly contributing to a higher price.
>Filthy thinks for a moment on this.
>"That's quite the noble cause..."
Yeah, it is. Now, how 'bout the shops?"
>He re-focuses
>"That... that can be arranged."
Good!
>You clap your hands together
>"Provided you let me cover the cost of any materials you might use."
>You squint at him
>He looks determined
We'll see when I call it in, how 'bout that.
>"Fair enough."
>Filthy begins gathering up his documents
>"I'll need a day or two to modify the contract..."
Come back whenever it's ready
>Filthy Rich finishes gathering his things, and packs them away in the saddlebag
>He turns to go, but pauses
>"Oh, and Anonymous?"
Yeah?
>"The license will expire come spring, so we'll have to re-negociate then."
I look forward to it.
>"We'll see then if I can't get you to agree to a fair contract."
>And then he's off
>Presumably to relay the good news

>>12566697

>You're screwing the new wheel on the wagon when Blast speaks up
>"So, what didja give him such a good deal for?"
Hmm?
>You say, giving the wrench a final rotation
>"Filthy Rich. Ya sold him licensing rights fer a pittance"
'Cause I ain't a dick.
>He scratches his temple, and you glance around
>There are a fair number of eyes on you
>"Whatcha mean by that?"
The way he has it set up, my commission, or royalties or whatever come directly from the buyer. An' I don't exactly think it's fair fer mister and misus everyp0ny to have to pay me for an effective means to live in their houses, as opposed to ten cubic feet in a hallway in this castle somewhere.
>"That's... wow."
>"You're a good stallion, Anonymous!" echoes out from the office
>You see a line of nods go around the room
'Sides, it'd be more money than I know what to do with. An' it wouldn't look too good to tha princesses if my first act as a royal employee is grubbin' up all the bits I can get my mitts on.
>"You really got all the angles covered there, huh?"
>You chuckle, and wipe your brow
I ain't as dumb as I look.

>>12566718

>Over the course of the afternoon, you receive no less than three visitors
>All from different companies
>All after the same thing
>You give each and every one of them the same deal
>One bit and permission to make use of their manufacturing facilities, wherever they may be
>This is good for you, of course
>The way you figure it, you'll always have a place to go when your truck needs repair
>If there's a shop in a town, odds are you'll be able to get into it scott free
>So you're getting compensation anyway, you suppose
>Just in a manner that doesn't hurt the common man
>Er, p0ny
>Whatever
>"VISITOR FOR ANONYMOUS"
>The cry sounds out for the fourth time, and you sigh
>So much for getting anything done
>"You sure are popular today, Anonymous" quips Blast
Yeah, it must be my birthday
>You snark
>He chuckles
>You rise from your seat to go meet your newest visitor
>A pompous looking white stallion with a dirty blonde mane
>He wears a collar, and has what appears to be a compass rose on his ass
>You don't know his name, but he feels familiar
>Bad familiar
>"Ah, yes. You would be Anonymous?"
Thet's me
>He looks up his nose at you
>"I wish to negotiate for the sleds."
An' you are?
>"Prince Blueblood."
>Sheesh
>Well, may as well hear him out
C'mon then
>you mention, turning
>He pulls up next to you
>And as you walk, you can see him prance around the oil stains and sawdust on the floor
>Fuckin' pussy
>He gets on the crate readily enough, though

>>12566738

>You take your own seat and watch him across the table
So, what do ya have in mind?
>"On behalf of Blueblood enterprises, I wish to buy the copyright to the sleds from you. It would be a great boon to the royal family"
No.
>Blueblood just... stops.
>He gapes at you like a carp
>Oh boy
>Here's someone used to getting what they want
>"I would most certainly make it worth your while"
I'm sure you would. Now, show me your plans.
>"Excuse me?"
Your plans; your models, your pricing, that kind of thing.
>"I suppose..."
>Blueblood fishes from his saddlebag a wad of papers, which you begin to examine
>"Doesn't mean all that much to me"
>Damn
>Of course they don't
>These particular blueprints are of rather poor design
>The support struts are too thin, and there aren't enough bolts on the tongue
>Rather half baked, sub par designs
>And from what you can tell, he plans to charge through the nose for them

>>12566760

>you set the papers down, which Blueblood apparently takes as his signal
>"Would you at least consent to an exclusive license?"
Hmmm
>You look contemplatively at the ceiling for a moment, stroking your stubble
Nope.
>"Surely, you can do this for me? I mean, it's only the one desig-"
>You don't know who he thinks he's fooling
No.
>Heh, that's cute
>He's getting mad now
>"Do you have any idea who I am?"
>You lean back and cross your arms
Can't say as I do.
>The stallion puffs up a little
>"I am Blueblood, CEO of blueblood enterprises-"
>A rich prick
>"Prince of the royal family, and heir to to a seat on the grand council-"
>An entitled rich prick who's never been told no
>"-and honorary sergeant of the Celestial guard!"
>With a whole slew of fancy titles, no doubt

>>12566785

Well, /prince/ Blueblood
>You respond, piling on the sarcasm
I can guarantee you that blueblood enterprises is getting jack shit.
>"Impudent peasant!"
>You push your chair back
Call me what you will.
>Then you uncross your arms, and stand
But stay outta my way.
>And start walking around the table
I got REAL work to do.
>You make a shooing motion
Go prance on back to yer board meetings or whatever it is you management types do with your time.
>"Why, I never-"
I'm sure you haven't.
>"You will regret this, creature!"
I'm sure I will.
>You head right back over to your previous workstation, where Blast is choking back laughter
>Blueblood, the spoiled child, accompanies you
>Spewing insults and thinly veiled threats
>it's bait, of course
>He wants to provoke you
>A couple seconds later, a roar sounds from the real office
>"BLUEBLOOD!"
>A look of genuine fear enters his eyes
>Tamper emerges from his office
>"QUIT HARASSING MY EMPLOYEES, AND GET THE HAY OUTTA MY SHOP"
>Blueblood wavers
>Tamper snorts, and paws the ground
>Now that's interesting
>Blueblood turns tail and runs for the door

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>>12566830

>You later hear from a couple of the other guys that blueblood is notorious for harassing copyright holders
>Tamper's had to kick him out of the shop so many times, he's considering a restraining order
>But anyway, The work day is finally over
>You crack your knuckles
>Now you can finally get some work done on your special project
>You're half way to the tarp in the corner when the door to the shop opens
>You glance over your shoulder
>There's a guard in full armor in the doorway
>"You are Anonymous?" he calls, and you stop
Yeah?
>"The Captain of the Guard requests your presence."
Right now?
>"Right now."
>You sigh
>But the captain is not one to be left waiting, you suppose
>you wipe your greasy hands on an equally greasy rag
>Then you follow the guard out the door
>He leads you to the captain's office
>Shining Armor, his name was?
>The guardsp0ny promptly fucks off to parts unknown
>And he's Twilight's brother
>And you destroyed his shooting range
>And that's all you remember at this moment
>You hope this isn't about the range
>You had no idea what those shells would do
>The door to the office opens, bringing you back to reality
>From it emerges a big, pink p0ny
>Really big
>Like, a little smaller than Luna big
>She's got wings and a really long horn
>And a mane of purple, pink and creamy yellow
>What's the term
>An alicorn?
>Another one?
>You thought there were only two

>>12566878

>"You must be Anonymous" issues forth from her mouth
Yep
>You grunt
>"Princess Cadence. Pleased to meet you."
>She holds out a hoof
>you reach down and take it, and shake it firmly
>She looks worried about something
>Or she's put off by you
>Hell if you know
>Whatever it is, she doesn't seem to want to talk about it
>She nods to you once, and then continues on her way
>More power to her
>It's her problem, not yours
>You continue on through the door into Shining Armor's office
>Waiting inside for you is none other than the Captain himself, in uniform
>And in front of his desk, his sister

>>12566917

>They both look up at your entry
Hope I ain't interrupting anything important
>You semi-joke
>They both look very serious
>You step inside and close the door behind you
>"We're actually right at the point where we need you..."
And what do you need me for?
>Shining Armor speaks up, sliding a paper across his desk
>"Twilight has recently informed me of your supposed... ability. She has also expressed the need for a live specimen for her research to continue."
So you want me to go catch one?
>"No. I want you to point one out for my guardsp0nies, and they'll catch it."
Wouldn't it be easier if I just went and-
>"No. If your ability is indeed genuine, you are vitally important to Equestria and her citizens. You must not become a target for them."
>You cross your arms
So how would this work, then?
>Shining Armor nods to Twilight, who turns around to address you
>"There's a large party tonight at the Laughing Gryphon. It'll be the densest concentration of p0nies in the city, and thus your highest chance of spotting one."
>"Should you accept, you would be attending with a group of off duty guardsp0nies. When you spot one, you would point it out to one of two designated guardsp0nies, who would then go to the garrison down the road and give a physical description. The p0nies at the garrison would then fabricate a charge to bring the changeling in on, and retrieve it."
>You consider her plan for a moment
That's pretty slick
>"You would, of course, get tomorrow off if necessary." Pipes in Shining Armor

>>12566932

Hmmm...
>You consider for a moment
>It's probably better this way
I still think it'd be easier if you let me just go bonk one, but alright. I'll do it.
>"Excellent!" quips Twilight
>Shining Armor turns around and pulls an ornate cord hanging against the wall
>"I'm glad you're on Equestria's side in this matter, Anonymous."
I swore I was a couple days ago, didn't I?
>The door behind you opens, cutting off any response he might have made
>You turn to look, and find a familiar looking blue and yellow stallion looking up at you
>"C'mon Anonymous, let's go!"
I'll be damned
>You breath, looking back at your beneficiary
>They both nod to you, so you turn around and follow Bolt out the door
>Waiting outside the door is another blue stallion
>Except this one's mane is red and green
>He nods to you
>You nod back
>"Anonymous, this is Star Blaze. He's gonna be the other p0ny in on what's actually happening; the rest of the guys just know they've got the day off tomorrow, and they won the company wide lottery on tickets."
Anonymous, nice ta meetcha.
>Star Blaze looks you up and down
>"Nice to meet you too."
>He holds out a hoof in the same posture that Bolt did the other day
>It seems to be their take on a handshake
>You think
>You oblige him
>"You're a big fella, I'm glad you're on our side"
>You chuckle
>"I toldja I'd get you out for a drink with me and the guys" Says Bolt
So how'd they rope you into this?
>"Are you kidding?" He scoffs
>"I get to go to a party, I get tomorrow off, AND I get to catch changeling scum? I couldn't sign up fast enough!" he says
>Star Blaze nods in agreement
>"Now, are you ready to go?"
Sure
>"Great, the rest of the guys are right down the hall"

>>12566944

>Sunny Sky leads you down a couple of different hallways, ending at some kind of lobby
>He rounds the corner to a chorus of greetings
>"Hey Bolt!"
>"Oh yeah!"
>You step around the corner with Star Blaze, and the whole mob goes quiet in an instant
>Hmmm
>This may be a problem
>One of them finally speaks up
>"He with you, Bolt?"
>"Yeah"
>Another one belts out
>"Kin he party, is the question"
>"Hell if I know" Responds Sunny Sky
>"But Pinkie said good things about him, and he looks like fun to me"
>"Woah!"
>"PINKIE said good things about him? Then we're good to go!"
>The guardsp0nies go back to their idle conversation, their curiosity sated
>"Let's buckin' roll out!"

>>12566958

>The mob
>No
The HERD
>Turns and begins filtering through the door
>"You stick close to us at the club, you hear?" Whispers Star Blaze up at you
>You nod down to him
>Then you get out your jacket in preparation for the walk ahead
>The halls of the castle give way to the chilly night air
>Your breath spews from your mouth in a thick grey fog, the plume of an aging dragon
>You stay towards the rear of the group, with your two companions
>The conversation you hear on the way ranges from discussing the duty roster to the price of bubblegum
>You also hear them discussing, in more hushed tones, your arrival
>Apparently you put up a "Damn good stallionhunt"
>Good to know you're not getting rusty
>When you finally arrive at the "Laughing Gryphon", Bolt provides you with a ticket
>The bouncer looks up at you, and gulps
Don't worry, I have a ticket this time
>You quip, getting a laugh out of the rest of your group
>The bouncer tears the top off your ticket and provides you with the stub, instructing you to hang on to it
>When you get inside, the party largely disperses
>This place is definitely a step up from Bronco's
>In finery, at least
>But it's not exactly on the level of snobbery, either
>It is, you decide
>More of a white collar establishment
>The wood floor is varnished, although it shows signs of heavy use
>Same for the tables and the bar
>Multi colored sconces illuminate drywalled walls, permeated periodically with wooden support beams
>The ceiling is tiled, which you discover when you lift one up with your head while taking your jacket off
>Bolt emits another chuckle
>"Does that happen often?"
More often than I care for
>You respond
>You suppose it makes sense for them to build this low, given their height
>Save on materials and all that
>But it's still a pain in the ass for you

>>12566967

>You breath deeply through your nose, and size up the attractions
>There's a dance floor with a spinning disco ball and a series of wall mounted speakers
>Currently hosting a slow waltz
>There are several dart boards
>Twice as many pool tables
>And, surprise surprise, a few poker tables
>There's even what appear to be two indoor horseshoe ranges
>Complete with bootwipes to keep the sand from getting on the hardwood floor
>And of course the bar
>You sweep the entire floor
>But there's no black chitin to be seen
>No glint of wispy, insectile wings
>Your partners look up at you questioningly, so you subtly shake your head
>One goes to the game area, and the other goes to the bar
>The choice is clear
>You head over to the game area
>You want to get yourself re acquainted with that old barroom favorite
>Darts
>You can chuck a hatchet accurately enough to split a card in half at fifteen paces
>But you're not so sure how well that'll translate
>A dart board miraculously clears up for you
>You practice with three darts a few times
>Sweeping the restaurant every time you walk back to the throwing line
>Then one of the other guardsp0nies challenges you to a game
>And so you get in a few games of darts with him
>He beats you soundly by throwing darts with his magic
>Right up until another p0ny points out that using magic is cheating, and you make him use his hooves
>You win two out of three games after that
>He bids you farewell after his second loss in a row
>And you mosey on over to the bar
>Sunny Sky's set up at a stool
>So you remove the one adjacent to him and plop down

>>12566211
sauce plox

>>12566992

>He nods to you
>"What'll ya have?" inquires the bartender
I'll have some cider... and soup
>Bolt nods to you as the bartender pours you a mug
>you squint up at the wooden menu, before withdrawing the proper number of bits from your pocket and putting them on the bar
>Then you take the mug, and have a swallow
>Your hand goes all the way around the damn thing
>And you take half the mug in the swallow
>Fucking tiny p0ny utensils
>Your throat whetted, you turn back to Bolt
>Or more accurately, Bolt's posterior
>He's putting the moves on a mare sitting next to him
>Or at least, he's trying to
>You roll your eyes
>It sounds like he intends to take it slow
>So you'll cut him some slack
>The surrounding bar is occupied by guardsp0nies
>It's standard bar fare going on, most of which you join in on
>A combination of judging the shapely mares on the dance floor, general griping and speculation about the future
>You've finished the soup and are sipping your cider when you decide to survey the bar once more
>Black chitin catches your eye, and you nearly choke on the golden liquid
>Sitting in one of the booths on the far wall is a changeling
>In the middle of a deep, animated discussion with the p0ny sitting across from it
>You first bring your drink down and set it on the bar behind you
>No point in wasting good-
>Well
>No point in wasting a drink you paid for
>Then you elbow Bolt
>Hard
>He pivots almost immediately
>"What" comes hissing from his mouth
>You don't point
>The best way to alert someone to the fact that they're being watched is to point at them
>Instead, you nod
Third booth down from the left, sitting on the outside
>You mumble to him, barely audible
>Bolt's eyes immediately focus
>"Left side or right?" he inquires nearly inaudibly, having located the appropriate table
Left
>"And you're absolutely sure?"
Sure as spit

>>12567028
>What is reverse google search?

http://weabootrixie.tumblr.com/page/12

>>12567044

>Bolt makes his excuses to the mare next to him, who looks disappointed
>Then he heads for the door
>he's staggering a little, but you're fairly sure it's for show
>For your part, you turn back to your drink
>The mare is looking at you
>She looks a little worse for the bottle
>"He's such a strong p0ny... where's he going?"
>She asks you
>"You talked to him before he left"
>You shrug
All he said was, 'Duty calls'
>Then you finish off your drink
>You're at the point where you gotta go
>So you get up and head for the door
>The little stallion's room
>The stalls come about up to your hips
>But that's high enough
>You relieve yourself
>You're on your knees washing your hands when you hear the front door slam
>And you swagger out into the restaurant just in time to see them bringing the scum in
>Three guardsp0nies are at the booth in question
>Lunar guards, to be exact
>One of them puts a set of cuffs on the thing
>Now that's interesting
>P0ny cuffs are different from human cuffs
>Where human cuffs have two, p0ny cuffs have four
>And they're interconnected by chain
>The p0ny inside can walk in them, to be sure
>But the length of the chain prevents them from going any faster
>You watch them frog march ol' buggy out of the place with minimal trouble
>it went willingly, not even compromising its cover to keep out of jail

>>12567060

>With your duty to the state finished, you decide to take your leave of the party
>It's starting to get late, and you have no intention of ditching out on your boss on the third day on the job
>If you're quick, you might get an hour or two of work on your project done too
>So, after pulling on your jacket, you nod to Star Blaze
>And head out the door into the freezing night air
>As you walk off into the distance, the bass from the speakers slowly fades from the air
>It really is a nice night out night
>The sky isn't as visible as it was back home, owing to the lights of the city
>But it's still quite the sight
>The stars twinkle down at you, beautiful in their strange, alien constellations
>And a three quarter full moon lights your path where the street lights do not
>As your boots crunch over the ice, you find yourself hard pressed to think of a place you'd rather be at the moment

>>12567051
10 internets to you
ty

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>>12567082

>You're in a rougher part of town when a shriek pierces the crystalline air
>It's hauntingly familiar, and emanates from a nearby alley
>You consider your options
>You're supposed to go get a guard in this situation...
>You mentally laugh at yourself
>That's not what you're gonna do
>And you know it
>Instead, you crack your knuckles
>This will be fun
>Another shriek emerges from the alleyway, and you hasten your pace
>When you finally round the corner, a rather interesting scene greets your eyes
>A white unicorn in boots, a hat, scarf and saddlebags is backed into a corner
>In front of her, a pair of scruffy looking earth ponies loom
>One of them has a knife on his hoof
>The important part is, though
>They haven't seen you yet
>You prepare yourself for the conflict as you advance
>Your arms hang wider as your core muscles tense
>You bend your knees slightly, assuming a more mobile, aggressive stance
>Your eyes are chips of flint on a pure white field of snow
>Your mouth a thin, bloodless gash
>Everything about you screams aggression
>I am large, I am a predator, your body language says.
>Do not fuck with me.
>At least, that's what you hope
>It's worked on people
>Well, humans
>Before

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>>12566054
>>12566211
>>12566269
im terrible

>>12567247
I love it.

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>>12567240

>The mare notices you first, and her eyes widen
If you two know what's good for you, you'll fuck off
>You say
>Your voice is an iron stove being dragged across rocks
>The one on the right, who has a flaming red mane in a mohawk, turns around
>As his eyes travel up, and up, and up, his jaw drops
>He pokes his partner
>"T-trask..."
>"What?" the one with the knife asks angrily
>"Can't you see I'm busy? You handle it!"
Beat it, scum
>You grunt, and Trask suddenly deems you worthy of his attention
>"Mind your own business!" He says as he turns
>Then he finishes turning, and his voice loses its bravado
>"O-oor I'll use this!"
>He brandishes the knife
>You laugh
You really think you can hurt me with that puny thing?
>Then you smile
>The smile of a killer, your lips pulled back too far
>Revealing too many teeth
I will feed it to you!
>He quails, and you decide now is the time
>The moment is ripe
>You lung, roaring like a primal beast from some child's waking nightmares
RRRAAAAAGGGHHHHH!
>Unfortunately for you, Trask decided to make a defensive swipe with the knife as you lunged
>The motion of your leg brings the knife through your pants and into your leg, drawing a bright line of pain across your calf
>It adds an aura of rage to your roar
>Your other leg comes up at the speed of FUCK
>And catches him right under the chin
>His entire torso twists with the blow, sending him left
>And right over the withers of his companion

>>12567247
Gadget pls
that's awesome

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>>12567306

>The nameless accomplice screams at your continued roaring and continual approach
>If there wasn't malice in your eyes before, there is now
>He catches his partner's mane in his teeth, and his scream muffles appropriately
>Then he takes off down the alley, kicking up snow and ice behind him
>Fucker's moving pretty good, too
>You pursue them a few steps, but they round the corner rather quickly
>You cease yelling abruptly, switching to cursing under your breath
FUCK
>You crouch over and remove the knife from your leg
>It was mostly your pants holding it in place
>Lucky bastard got you right above your boot
>Driven by pain and anger, you turn and stab the knife into a convienent crate
>It sinks up to the handle into the frozen wood
>Then you turn around, ceasing your foul mouthed litany
>The mare you went to all this trouble for is backed into the corner even further, if anything
>A look of unthinking terror in her eyes
>And on her flank, a trio of diamonds....