/pone/ - My Little Pony

>>146641

>the morning hours made themselves known with the sun's shimmering light coming from the east

>or, at least, you think it was east

>you should have brought a compass or something

>oh well, going straight up a mountain wasn't hard

>descending, that was the real tricky part

"So, what are you gonna do with your share once we get down, Anon?"

"Fuck if I know. A compass would be nice."

"Ha! Yeah, we totally should have brought one."

>Red leaned over the cart and spoke to the zebra pulling it

"You doing alright down there, Marcus?"

>"This is nothing. But, we'll trade places eventually, yes?"

"Of course! I would never snuff you out of a deal."

>Red turned to you and held in a giggle as she shook her head

>the trek along dirt planes and solid rock took your party a good chunk towards the peak but hunger and the elements were always a factor

>you had to stop for Marcus to adorn a coat to keep the cold at bay

>with zebras from your world originating from the planes of Africa, him being the first to feel mother north's strain came as no surprise to anyone

>the walk continued for some time until another of your party members shared your sentiments regarding food

>that pone was Redheart

>"We should make a stop."

"Pfft. Why?"

>"I'm hungry, and there's no grass around these parts for a quick snack."

"Really? I haven't burned any calories at all."

>Red threw another empty bottle out of the cart

>Marcus interjected

>"That may be because you're not actually doing anything."

"Calm down, you'll want me here in case we get an untimely welcome by those pesky bats."

"Are you sure you're sober enough to use that gun?"

"Sober has nothing to do with it, Anon. Aiming is a bit like fishing, or riding a bike. Once you know how to do it, it's hard to forget."

"Wait, you fuckers can ride bikes?"

"Sure we can, why?"

"But, how would that even work?"

>"Can we please stop for some food?"

>you ignored Redheart

"Then again, smart parrots can ride bikes so it's not out of the question. Would still look weird though."

>"Pleaaase!"

"Weird? I'd like to see a human ride a bike, what with your wonky two long legs and all. I'd be hilarious."

>"Guys! "

"Yeah I hear you, Redheart."

>what do?

Yay! new bread.

>finally stop f5-ing the last one

Lets do break. f00dz0rs! Perhaps exclaim our intentions in going to the castle which iirc was the supreme resting place of the mad batpones (which i am probably dead wrong about but still).

Lets also convince Red to actually do her part in the cart pulling as she apparently promised. We don't need Marcus to return to the other zebras, proclaim us as lying crocks a shit and take off without us. He's already annoyed enough by the undead state of some of our companions.

I'm actually quite surprised brony didn't start whining for a break two steps into our journey. congrats to him.

>>147480 Yes, CoInPo drew it, here's the lewd version.

>>147494 Brony might be a stoner, and probably a liberal but he's no lardass.

>>147477 (checked)

>"Well. Can we stop?"

"Sure, alright everyone. after that little hill over there we'll take a break."

>it didn't take long for Marcus to haul the cart over the tiny hill made out of solid rock

>once there you had a nice, flat point with a good view

>straight ahead lay tons of flat but broken rocks, creating many holes for the cartwheels to fall into

>they weren't big enough to halt your journey but the pony carrying it would have to stretch their glutes to be able to get across

>Red was a strong mare though and she could use some actual labor for a change

>Redheart and Tyren set up a picknick-like cloth and packed out some food you brought from the Airship

>Marcus was leaning against the cart, catching his breath

"You okay there, man?"

>"Yeah."

>he panted

>"It was nothing. Red could loose a few pounds though."

>the zebra whispered

>you patted him on the whithers

"You did good. How are you feeling regarding our company?"

>"They're *pant* fine. No flashing teeth or angry snarls. The fact that they're also living and breathing creatures help a lot."

"So you're cool with them?"

>"As long as they're cool with us."

"That's my zigga."

>you looked over the food items on offer

>apples, carrots, hay

>normal horsie stuff

>you settle for a couple of apples

>damn fine Equestrian apples

>you gotta give it to these ponies, they knew their agriculture

>the others gathered around and helped themselves

>you took that as a que to spark conversation with the three bat ponies you nearly caused the death of

>funny how you socialize

"Hey, bats."

>"Bats, really?"

"What?"

>"Oh nothing, just unoriginal is all."

>Smokey proclaimed with a smile on his face

>cheeky bastards

"I'm assuming Redheart has told you guys that we'd like to study you up on the mountain for a bit?"

>"She said so."

>Sooty added

>"If we survive the trip I think you'll find that most- some pat ponies aren't feral monsters and I really do believe it could help shine a new light on our species."

>Whiskey playfully patted his head

>"Dork."

>she looked over to you

>"Yeah, that's fine, she can study as much as she likes. You'll just have to excuse Sooty. He's not that good at talking to ponies, read too many children's fantasy books you see."

"Ahh. Okay. Well, do you guys have a plan to get off this mountain?"

>"Why would we?"

"I was thinking more for me and my party's sake."

>"Oh, yeah, you just head on over to the eastern side of the top and you can get down via a couple of underground tunnels."

"I see. And were would we end up?"

>"Somewhere by the ocean. Never taken that route myself."

"Okay, thanks for the heads up."

"Do you have any cool stuff in that castle of yours?"

>"A library, training grounds and good company?"

>Red bit into an apple while nodding, presumably happy with the answer

>after you all had your fill, you rolled up the blanket and tossed it in the cart

"Red. Your turn to pull."

"Aw, do I have to?"

"It's what ponies were breed to do, isn't it? Show us some of that earth pony strength."

>with a disgruntled look on her face, Red attached the reins and ropes, allowing her to pull the cart

But if I break a hoof in that rocky mess you're carrying me.

"Don't worry, Red. you won't break a leg."

"You didn't say you'd carry me~!"

"Fffine, fine. Just don't, alright?"

"You know, i'm kinda tempted now."

"I know you are, but remember last time you hurt your hoof?"

"Hmm, you're right. Let's jut get this over wit-"

>"Look out!"

Whiskey shouted

"What?!"

>"I saw one, crawling by the rocks!"

"A feral bat?"

"No, Anon. A seapony. Were's my gun?"

"Hold on, Red. I've been meaning to try this cocktail."

"A cocktail?"

"My pissbottles."

"Oh ha ha ha. Ew! I've gotta see this."

>you find your bag and unsethe a bottle filled with your magically concentrated wee

>sneaking towards the hole you hold your bottle at the ready

>what do?

>>147529

>with a mighty trow your bottle hits true and smashes to pieces down the hole the bat pony crawled down in

>a whosh came over you as the highly concentrated magic aught flame and blew up in a colorful fireball

>four bat ponies absolutely drenched in the liquid came sprawling out white blazing

>they screeched and they screamed as they rolled around while on fire

>the surprisingly appealing smell of burnt bat flesh hit your nose as they kept wiggling and squiggling

until the heat assumingly boiled their brains, killing them in the process

>fucking

>brutal

>and your first spell

>kinda

>you did use magic to kill a foe

>that's wizard status worthy in your book

"Nice! You totally torched those things, Anon!"

"Yeah, I guess I did."

"If that ball of flame wasn't so cool looking I'd probably think it disgusting. But that was a pretty sweet ball of flame."

"I have to agree with you there, Red. these things are fucking napalm."

>Redheart turned to the bat ponies

>"Are you used to such brute display of violence?"

>Smokey stepped forth

>"They're monsters, Redheart. I have no sympathy for them, they can't be reasoned with and they're always hostile."

"Oh! Question!"

>Red Raised a hoof

"If you guys are the spawn of feral bats, how come they don't just, well, eat you as a foal?"

>"They leave their offspring alone and ignore it. They'll attack eachother's children though. We're only alive thanks to the brave Germaneian solders who brought us to the castle and raised us."

>the other bats nodded in agreement

"Cool, I was just wondering."

>"It's fine, Red."

"We should probably get going. I'll hold on to these piss bottles, fire seems to work magic on these assholes."

"Spot 'em and scorch them, Anon."

>to be continued

>>147549

Anon the mage-killer. I'd buy that.

>>147539

>they really didn't smell half bad

>though you don't think your party would take kindly to you eating bat ponies

"I will, Red."

"I'm still owed a kill though. I want their teeth as a trophy."

"Brutal."

>you turned to see Marcus now seated on the cart having a bit of rum

"Not a fan of burnings, are you?"

>he looked at you unimpressed

>"Seen worse in Zeveres. And these are just monsters, Anon. I realize this now."

>he mumbled

>"Eating their young, pah."

>as he finished with another sip

>looks like Marcus is cool with you killing ferals

>that's good, you guess

>you kept walking with your party

>Red held a steady speed as she trotted herself up the mountain with all that shit on her back

>you were impressed by her tenacity

>once she gets going she gets going good

>the trip was rather painless with the terrain showing it's good side after the wobbly rocks

>your shoes were getting kinda worn down though

>good thing it was getting colder so you could change pairs but you should definitely get a new pair of shoes

>wouldn't wanna fuck about and suddenly run out

>what the fuck did humans do before shoes anyway?

"You alright, Anon?"

"Yeah, just thinking about stuff."

"What stuff?"

"Shoes."

"Oh… Well I didn't expect that one, but while we're on the subject, do you think I should buy new horseshoes?"

>she lifted a hoof to reveal a slightly rusted, cast iron horseshoe

>they looked miserable

>Red deserves better

"Yes. We need to get you a new set."

>after a pretty deep climb in altitude were you and Tyren had to help push Red's cart you were finally back on good terrain again

>it looked like a pretty open area with a lot of hostile rocks a bout five hundred meters ahead

>also a layer of snow could be seen falling from the clouds and onto the ground

>looks like a bunch of clouds stuck to the peak of the mountain, permanently snowing and blocking the view to the top

>strange

>this might be the last decent spot for a while

>you could set up camp here and waste a couple of hours that could have been used for walking in favour of a decent camping spot

>or hope lady luck grants you a similar one further up the mountain

>what do?

>>147616

>It's been more than 24 hours

>The time has come to bitch and moan that OPis dead and all is lost

For real though, I'm just excited for you to get back, so have a bump

We should make camp here

>>147785

>>148023 Almost done with our contract that mandates perma-overtime. Been working nights so I should be able to wrap it up this week and get back to more frequent updates on either Friday or Monday

>>147616

>you decide this is a good a place as any

"I think we should stick around here for the night."

>"What?!"

>"Excuse me?"

"What?"

"Hear me out you asses. When's the next time we're gonna find a place with these lookout potentials and even ground like this."

>"But the sun won't come down for a couple of hours still!"

>one of the bat ponies whinnied

"And were the fuck do you wanna be then? Scrapping around like a retard, trying to find shelter?"

"You have a point, Anon. I want to sit down."

"Damn Red. You always wanna sit down."

"Yeah but this time I have a reason."

>Red nodded at the cart attached to her

"Besides, what are you complaining about? I heard no protest revolving my sitting habits last time~."

>oh snap

>bitch didn't

>you let the dumb pone have that one as you couldn't think of a comeback in the heat of the moment

"So we all agree?"

"I don't know. Maybe if we-"

"Sorry, bat pone. You need to have been a member of our group for at least a week to have a say."

>"I'm Whiskey, not 'bat pone', thank you very much."

"I can't tell you guys apart. You all look the same."

>"Wow, racist."

"You should try telling zebras apart. Now that's a challenge."

>"Hey!"

>Marcus complained

"Sorry, little guy but it's true. You're all striped and all. The way I identefy you is by voice and that weird squiggly mark."

>"Looks a lot better than a question mark. What does those things under it even mean?"

"How the hay should I know?"

>thankfully, Red's talent for arguing put the heat off you as you started putting up a tent

>Rodgers and Tyren followed suit

>opposable thumbed master race

>Red and Reheart helped out stomping the tent pegs down into the earth

>it was then you heard the sound of iron breaking

"Fuck!"

"Red, what's wrong?"

>Red sighed

"My horseshoe broke. Probably got too much water on them."

>you got down on your knees and pulled out your Swiss army knife and began to wedge the horseshoe spikes out of the sidewall of her hoof

"Now stomping stuff is out of the window. Damn. I should start taking them off when we're at sea."

"You think?"

>the thought of hammering nails into your feet made you cringe but you knew that the side wall of the hoof felt as much pain as your fingernails

>you finally got the broken horseshoe off as it hit the ground with a reassuring thud

>Red lifted up her other hoof and wiggled it in front of you

"Excuse me?"

"I can't walk around with only three horseshoes, Anon. That's a one way ticket to ruin your back."

>fair enough

>you knew from drunken experience that walking around with only one shore was hell

>as you wedged the last horseshoe off Red's hind leg the others had pretty much set up camp

>some of these horseshoes were really rusty and actually bended when removed

>yeah she definitely could do with a new set

>you file it in the gifts-that-would-probably-get-you-bf-points section of your brain

"Thanks, Anon."

"You don't have a spare set?"

"I did… in the old ship I was sailing, the crippled midget. But those are probably resting on the bottom of the sea now i'd imagine."

"Are you gonna be okay with no horseshoes?"

"With this soft snow? Yeah. That won't be a problem."

"Isn't it cold y'know? Walking around in the snow like that?"

"A little, but i'll manage. Our hooves are tougher than they look, Anon. Not like your freaky bottom-fingers."

"They're toes and I need them to stand on two legs."

"Yeah, I've been meaning to ask. Why do you walk on two legs like minotaurs? i know you were built do do so but were's the logic behind it?"

>Equestria

>logic

"I need to move twice as few muscles as you do, it's not as much walking as constantly falling over and adjusting yourself. With that in mind I figure it is so I can walk for long periods of time and not tire myself."

"Oh, cool. But. Why don't you guys fall over?"

"Shit, I don't know."

>Red started pushing your leg with her head as if testing the waters

"Are you gonna try now?"

"Just testing."

>she wasn't pushing hard or anything, just trying if from different angles

>you let the curious mare explore as she finally found your weakspot when she pushed you in the back of the knee, causing you to fall on your knees in the soft snow

"Seems pretty unreliable to have all that weight distributed on two legs."

"I'll make it up a hillside faster than you."

"I know but… Hmm. It's just strange, you know?"

"You wanna talk strange we could talk magic. I still don't know how that stuff works."

"Yeah, it can't be easy to get into unless you were already bonded to it at birth."

"So everything in this world is bonded with magic?"

"In some form or another. yeah. Look at it like gravity"

"Aha."

"You can't fight it and without it we wouldn't be here. "

"Still weird though, but if it lets me make more piss cocktails i'm happy."

"You're so disgusting, Anon. Why did I ever agree to be with you?"

>Red said jokingly

"Either really high or low standards. Depends on how you look at it."

>Red giggled and gave you a kissu as you got out of the snow

"Well it'll be dark soon, We should prepare some foo- Oop. Looks like our lads already did."

>you saw the others conversing and roasting marshmallows on the fire

>Red turned back to you

"Wanna join them or do some rounds around the place?"

>what do?

>>148232

>>148095

"Nice weather for an evening stroll, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I agree."

>you rested your rifle in your arms as you and Red headed for a walk about camp

"Damn."

>you tried to scratch your back

"Is it the magic, Anon? Is it bothering you?"

"No, it's not that. After Redheart told me about it something clicked. It's there, beleve me. But it isn't causing headaces anymore."

"So it's not bothering you?"

"Kinda is. Right now it's this fucking leather armor. I can't scratch my back."

"Well look at it this way, bat ponies don't seem too active during the day. Maybe you could take it off tomorrow morning?"

"Maybe."

>the two of you kept walking with little issue

>the place was very open, sacreficing defencibillity for line of sight

>but knowing the fucks you're up against that's most likely for the best

>crooked corners, deep brush or otherwise rocky mountains would make opportune hiding spots for these bat assholes

"Haven't seen Aldreda anywhere. The sun is going down."

"We're a day ahead of her."

"Yeah but, she doesn't have any luggage to drag with her. She can just hoof it all the way."

"If she doesn't get herself into trouble on the way here, she might make it before the sun comes up."

"The sun and the moon stays up for just as long though."

"It does?"

"Yeah, gives both the princesses something to do I guess."

"I didn't know."

"You mean you haven't noticed?"

"No, no I can't say I have. In that case she'll have good time to make it to us in time."

"Still can't believe you haven't noticed our day and night cycles."

"Damn, I sleep during the night, Red. Besides, your cycles are all fucked up."

"For you."

>you heard footsteps in the snow to your right, away from the camp

"Did you-"

"Yeah, let's check it out."

>you raised your weapon slightly as you zeroed in on the spot the sound came from

>walking closer you saw a pair of hooves as your right adjusted to the darkness

>"Don't shoot! It's just me!"

>you lowered your SKS

"Fucking hell, Marcus."

>"Can you two just.. go away!? I'm trying to pee."

"Damn, Marcus. You're Zeveres grown through and through. "

>"Stop looking!"

"Let's give the guy some space."

"You're well equipped, Marcus. You shouldn't have any lady problems."

>"Leeeaaavvveee!"

>Marcus cried

"Fine, jeez. I was only complimenting you."

>Red turned around and assumed patrol, as you followed

>a few minutes later and you were back at camp

"Well that was a waste of time."

"It's more to show that we're active. I'm betting they're watching us right now."

"Yeah probably."

>the two of you sat down with the others and were greeted to a cup of hot coco

"But I bet there's action further up the mountain."

>"Not to be rude but, do you have a death wish?"

>Sooty asked

"Me? Naahh. Not really."

>"Then why would you want any 'action' as you call it? We need to keep our heads down."

="I still haven't had my trophy. I want a nice pair of bat-teeth 'round a necklace to look back on."

>Red huffed

"All this time and still not a single one bagged. Sorry for shooting at you the other day by the way."

>Sooty took a sip of his coco

>"I believe it was an accident. You're brutes but you're kind. I've never seen anything like it."

"I take it you don't get out much?"

>>148762

>"We've all been raised in these mountains. But we rarely trek outside the castle walls."

"Isn't that dull though? I mean, you got this big world to explore and you're stuck in your little shithole?"

>"It would be nice to see the world. But alas, the outside world is no place for our kind."

"…Why?"

>"We're shunned?"

"Oh. Yeah that makes sense. What exactly happened all those years ago?"

>"Why do you care? It was ages ago."

"Just wondering how you guys know about it, Redheart said your lifespan lasts as long as anyone of us."

>"I told you the castle has libraries. There was a punishment from what Aldreda calls 'The Maker'. Turned Waring pegasi outposts into monsters, a way of punishing the ponies who went against their pacifistic ways. The spawn of the monsters, bat ponies had their sanity but were still plagued to live as savages, feasting on bones and blood instead of lush grass and hay. Sins of the father and all that."

"And what is 'The Maker'?"

>"Nopony knows, I bet even Aldreda has no clue what she's talking about. Probably pre-age superstitious nonsense."

>Sooty looked around

>"You shouldn't trust that thing. They were a mere shadow of a pony back then and I can't imagine all that time in the dirt has done her psyche any good."

"I haven't noticed anything. She's weird, but not unstable."

>"It's what you don't notice that's dangerous. After all those years being woken into a place she no longer knows or recognizes? I think that's why she's so obsessed with the sun. Even back when her kind were active the texts never mention affection for the sun. If you ask me it's all she has left."

"And the only thing she recognizes burns her, literally."

>"Yes. I wouldn't trust anything like that."

>Red looked sad

>you interjected

"Now, don't you think you might have a bias against her? She was reanimated to hunt you guys after all."

>"That might be. But I can't convince you not to trust her. Just let her actions and history speak for itself."

"I'll keep it in mind."

>the fire roared throughout the night and at some point you dosed off

>you woke up to one of the bat ponies poking you and you immediately pointed your pistol in it's face

>"Woah! Calm down!"

>you can't trust anyone on this fucking mountain

>Aldreda insisted the bat ponies were bad news, the bats said the same about her

>"Look. O-or rather, listen."

>you got up and herd screaming from further down the mountain

>it wasn't Aldreda but it did sound bat pony-ish

>"Hoeeegh!"

>the forest bellow rustled

>"Ha! Sinnenn-! !"

>that one was slightly closer

>still very, very faint though

>it was then you put two and two together

>your Wendigo pone was takin out ferals on her way up to your location

>"Njjee! Njee! Hooooo!!!"

>fuck, she really was born to do this

>"Nehh! Nee- Hurk!"

>yeah, you're not getting any sleep tonight

>"She's insane."

>Whiskey uttered

"Eh, isn't this what she was made to do?"

>"But so many though?"

>"Ayeeeuuu!"

>you heard a thud from all the way up here

"Yeah, it's pretty cool."

>"Haah!! Haah Mer-!"

>"No wonder you weren't swarmed by them on your way up. That's usually what happens to travelers."

"So these feral bat ponies are afraid of her?"

>"Duh, she's a Black Crow. Bastards are probably climbing on top of each-other to get away."

"Think she's this overpowered in regular combat?"

>"I doubt it."

>"Heem! Heellllp-!"

"Why so?"

>"Black Crows physically degrade after taking pony lives. The tombs say that it was a fail-safe should they ever turn on their masters. It won't kill them, but it'll sting like there's no tomorrow."

"You guys do know an awful lot about something that's supposed to be extinct."

>"Yeah well, you try being behind castle walls all your life. Reading takes up most of your day."

>Whiskey shrugged

>"She's not committing these attacks out of some long dead oath. She's doing it out of hatred. I think she'd be way happier if she just accepted that she's a creature of the night like us."

>the rest of the group was sleeping soundly

>should you try to get some rest with the others or maybe sit down and chat with Whiskey?

>you could do anything, really

>especially since Red was too busy snoozing to mommy you

>what do?

>>149049

Karambits aren't made for stabbing into things like a torso, if that's what you were thinking. They're made for cutting stuff like plants and fabric, and are best in combat as slashing knives, mainly cutting throats, not hacking and stabbing.

>>149043

If you wanted it specifically for that, I'd be fine. But the KA-BAR can do all that stuff with the tip or the back of the farther forward bit (pic related). As for sawing wood, if you have the type in the second pic, you're completely fine without the swiss army knife. As for the blade dulling, they harden it more than my erection right now during manufacture so it keeps an edge for a really fucking long time. On the downside, if you neglect cleaning and sharpening it to the point it turns into a butter knife, sharpening will be a bitch if you use a normal sharpening implement.

…

Leave it to me to casually talk about my knife fueled erections…

Also, I only started bitching about the knife because I assumed he only had one knife on him. If he had more, then please notify me.

No update today folks, gotta get up a couple of hours earlier to get to the construction site before it's invaded by the Polish carpenter hordes.

>>148852

>He's

>>148881

>dude

>>148929

>Him

I probably should clear this up. Whiskey is indeed a mare. Anon might be bad at telling them apart but yeah.

Whiskey was the female bat pone that Aldreda fucked up, along with Smoker who was the one sporting the tattered Nazi uniform.

And Sooty was the one Red tried to blow up.

This isn't how you make friendchips god dammit, we're horrible people.

>>148929

>We talk to them about the bat pones, focusing on Quesadilla Hater Mk 1 and UnderPone

>Quesadilla Hater Mk 1 and UnderPone

Is this some sort of Equestrian wrestling duo I've missed or did a reference fly straight over my head?

>>149081

Anon also has a Russian dull finished blade bayonet on his SKS, a horse-made cutlass and an ornamental double edged dagger given to him for being a good go- paying customer.

We can really get elaborate with the small and pointy if we ever got our asses to a major city or get our hands on some rare Equestrian metals, the cutlass and dagger were made by a pony blacksmith from a small harbor town so keep that in mind regarding their durability…

If he wants sum-o those brand name weapons from back home he'd need to return to earth.

>>150408

>>150414

And I thought I searched for weird shit.

>>149599 (checked)

>>149758

>>150414

>>149570

"Nah, I should catch some Z's. You should too."

>"Maybe."

"Do whatever, just know that we'll be up again and walking first thing in the morning."

>you crawled into one of the tents

>shit, your gun

>with deep shame you crawled back out again to get it

>you picked it up in front of Whiskey and got back down on all fours and wedged yourself back in the tent

>embarrassing

>"Is that thing really necessary? I don't think they'll follow Aldreda. Not until tomorrow night anyways."

>you poked your head out through the tent flap

"It's reserved for you guys."

>"Why?"

"Cause I don't trust blood drinking strangers from the mountains."

>"Well. When you put it like that you make us sound bad."

>the mare giggled nervously

"Have a good night, Whiskey."

>"Does this mean we're not friends?"

"It does mean we could be friends. But I'm picky when it comes to friends. Trying to talk to us instead of attacking us when we first met would have been a nice start."

>"We DID! Figured you spoke Germanian since that's what the last piece of civilization that we communicated with spoke. Then that Sun Sentinel of yours reared it's ugly head and, well, we acted."

"Shit happens I guess. Yeah, we can be friends, sure."

>"So you'll leave your weapon out of this?"

"Pffft. No. This is my best-friend, Whiskey."

>you waved your pistol in front of her

"Goodnight."

>"Night, Anon."

>with heavy eyes you looked around for what tent you had crawled into

>it was Marcus and Rodger's

>oh fuck it

>you were ready for bed

>laying your head down you soon fell asleep once more

>you woke up a couple hours later to Marcus shifting his weight around

>"Um, Captain."

"Mhmmm?"

>"You're sleeping on me."

"Hmmmm."

>fuck him

"Five more minutes."

>"On my leg…."

>damn, why are all these fuckers so soft?

"Shut up, Marcus."

>"O-oh. Okay."

>as you lay there you realized it might be time to move further up the mountain

>you could see the early hours of the sun peeking through the lack of darkness on the tent walls

>but your sleep pattern was all fucked, you were still pretty tired

>and Marcus' sweet pillow thigh made that urge to close your eyes all the more prevalent

>you adjusted your head and went back to sleep

>fuck keeping a tight shift

"Thanks, Marcus."

>he didn't reply but instead lay down to continue his nap, following in your example

>you wondered if all zebras were this obedient

>if the Earth equivalent was anything to go by you doubted it

>zebras were wild and hard to tame

>this one, along with your crew seemed chill though

>Red would have been nicer but you'll take what you can get without actually moving

Sorry for the sloppy updates. Just finished ordering all the parts for my new computer so we should be good now

>>150811

Much like your post it might have had a double meaning.

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>>150519

>you wrapped your arms around the abomination and patted her back

"Sure. Though this might not last, we will always be your pals."

>as you squeezed her you felt the wet, mixture of blood and black waste product stain your shirt

>yup, it's going straight in the trash

>it was so strange to feel her body so authentic and full of life

"How many of these bat ponies do you need to eat to-"

>"Hsshh Shh! Don't use that word. Eat. So savage and wild."

"What word do you want me to use?"

>"I don't know. It's a disgusting practice. In-equine and barbaric."

>Aldreda nuzzled her muzzle in your shoulder and squeezed you harder

>"I just want to enjoy this month in bliss."

>her vocabulary was also increasingly enriched

>instead of half-sentences and single words she could fill and hold a conversation

"We still need to get off this mountain."

>"How long will that take?"

"A few days. I'll let Redheart know that she'll only spend a few days with the bat ponies in the castle."

>"I can do that. If you require my aid it's worth it."

"I appreciate that, Aldreda, thank you."

>you let her go as her smile returned

"Now get some sleep, we got a long night ahead of us."

>"Thank you, Outlander. I will."

>you let the pone go and climbed back out of the hole

"See you later."

>"Later!"

>with that out of the way you were in quite a hurry to get this nasty ass shirt off you

"Why are you undressing, Anon? "

"Aldreda gooed on me."

"Didn't take you for a necrophiliac but whatever floats your boat. As long as you don't invite her to bed with me and wash yourself afte-"

"No! Not like that you sick, utterly disturbed little pony!"

"So you don't have a sidemare?"

"No I don't. Look."

>….

"Yaha?"

"Shut up, you ruined my train of thought. She's like a sister to me."

"A what? You really didn't think this one through."

"Fuck you."

"Anon wants some coffee? Maybe a cup of coco to calm down?"

"No. No, i'm fine. It's cool. Let's just get a move on."

"Agreed."

"Shit, were's Rodgers?"

"Still sleeping, I'll get him up."

"And the bat ponies?"

"Cuddled together in the cart, also sleeping."

"Can't really blame them. They're nocturnal and have been up for two days now."

"Yeah, I'll carry them with us."

"Really? With no fuzz? Just like that?"

"Sure. We earth ponies are practically built to haul stuff and them flying ponies have hollow bones. They don't weigh much."

"That's nice of you, Red."

"Well we probably won't get in without them but you can thank it all on my good of my heart."

"Sure, Red. We'll go with that."

"So you ready to go or?"

>what do?

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>>151137

"FUCK FUCK FUCK!"

"Chillax, Red."

"But I dropped my booze!"

>the party was currently organizing the things left behind from the messed up cart

"It's alright. Look. We'll fix the cart and keep going."

"But… the booze."

"If it helps, i'm not mad at you."

"Yes you are!"

"Yeah alright, I kinda am."

>you looked to the bat ponies

>"Yeah, we're fine. …Thanks for asking."

"Don't whine. Why don't you look for a tree or something. I'll fix the cart."

>"There's not that many trees up here."

"There must be some. Sooty, Smokey-"

>"Smoker."

"Whatever. You get the wood. Whiskey, Tyren, Red. You three look for some food. Redheart, Marcus, Rodgers and myself will set up camp."

>"We can't set up camp now! We'll loose a day!"

>Whiskey whinnied

"Look, I think we'll need this stuff to survive the first night. The way I see it it's worth the risk of needing to stay two night outdoors."

>"They're just weapons! Let's take the medical supplies and move!"

>she looked visibly distressed

>"I don't think you realize what you're dealing with here. WHO you're dealing with."

"Those feral bats don't seem too tough."

>"That's cause YOU'VE never faced them at night."

"Aldreda has."

>"So?"

"Well. She seemed to do fine."

>"Argh! I can't believe i'm about to die over a bunch of stupid rifles!"

"They're not stupid!"

>"Are too!"

"Are not!"

>"They're not worth dying for you drunken boozehound!"

"They'll fetch a great profit you lice infested pigeon fuck!"

>"A price worth dying for you ignorant, short sighted failure!?"

"Ha! Short but merry life! Beats shitting in trees on a moon forsaken mountain you foul looking, half perished, sonofa monster!"

>the mares continued arguing as you crowed over the cart to inspect the damage

> few broken spokes, cracked felloes and a broken axle

>you could have sworn you remembered reading something about this but you couldn't quite remember it

>without decent knowledge of exactly how to fix this thing you fear it would just break again soon after

>what do?

>>151615 das a myth, mang

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>>151600

"Fuck it."

>you pushed the useless cart over the steep fall and watched it tumble, fall and smash against the rocks

"Your mother's milk must have been less putrid than you- Anon? Anon, what the hell?"

>"Yeah, seriously."

"We bury the guns, carry what we can."

>"I'm so glad you came to your senses, Anon."

>Whiskey smiled

"By the- Urgh. Fine, we'll save them for a rainy day."

"Alrighty then. Change of plans, people. We move now."

>a pair of disgruntled moans came from Rodgers and Marcus as they were already on their way producing a fire

>their cozyness would have to wait

>with a fist full of band aids and a bunch of old Nazi weaponry safely buried you continue your climb towards the top

>press 'F' to pay your respects

>skipping dinner (obviously), your party made it further than you expected

>after a dull right turn over a few more rocks, rocks and snow you could physically see the thick cloud or fog thingy that hid the top of the mountain

>it was just a damn shame it was still about half a day away and the sun was going down

>thankfully you were so far up the mountain now that you doubted there'd be too many places for feral bats to hide

>this was looking good and you were glad to almost be over with it

>the last part remaining hard parts now was surviving the night and head home

>wherever home may be

>be it the sea or something else, you were just happy to be done with this fucking place

"Are those clouds dangerous?"

>you directed the question to Whiskey as she was the one you've gotten to know the best

>"The mist? Nah, just lingering magic camouflage."

"Oh, cool. Why?"

>"Maybe the noble that built it wanted privacy, I don't know."

"Fair enough. Anyways, this place looks as good as any to place up a camp. And the sun is coming down. What do you say, Red?"

""If only I had my horseshoes I wouldn't have messed up and we'd all be drunk by now…"

"It's alright, Red. I'm sure there's some Morning Glory around here somewhere if you really need a buzz, I remember seeing a plant that looked like it further down

>Red's face lit up

"Oh, yeah! Wanna come with me?"

>what do?

Also I'm going to bed, fellas.

>>151683

Ughhhh… Sure. Just hang onto the Mossberg and the handgun. I feel an ambush coming on. But be ready to run, and try to make a flat, safe path to the camp on the way. If we get ambushed with Red, we need to create a fucking WALL of white hot lead. If the camp is assaulted, we need to be able to sprint back with Red without her tripping or some shit. I've seen quite enough fluffy pony leg breaking to know where that would go (pic related, click at own risk. PLEASE DON'T CLICK SAVE YOURSELF IT'S TOO LATE FOR ME JUST GO RUN LEAVE THIS PLACE RUN FOR IT)

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>>151683

"We don't have any apple jam though."

"Afraid of a little pepper?"

"Well, it tastes disgusting for one."

"Don't be such a baby, Anon."

"Fine, whatever."

>you weren't too sure how clever taking Morning Glory was when the night was rapidly approaching was but hey

>the lady wants a high and you can't blame her

"Tyren, watch the camp, everyone else, keep an eye open for hostile flying assholes."

"Pretty sure assholes aren't hostile by default."

"Bitch do you want your Morning Glory or not? "

"Woah, calm down, Anon. I'm just joking."

"I know. I just like saying 'bitch'."

"Does have a nice ring to it, doesn't it? Bitch bitch bitch. My favorite one is 'dyke'."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. It has the 'dhy-' sound, ending with a satisfying 'ke!'."

"Now that you mention it, it is pretty fun to say. Dyke dyke dyke."

"Dyke dyke dyke"

"Dyke dyke dyke."

"Dyke dyke dyke. He he."

>you grabbed your mossberg and placed your pistol safely in it's holster as the two of you rolled out in search of garden-tier psychedelics

>the mountains were mostly bare but eventually you stumbled across a tiny yet compact meadow of the funky flowers

"Jackpot."

"These look good?"

"Yep, I mean, as good as you'll get them near the top of a mountain."

"Tough little flowers, aren't they?"

>Red shoveled a few of them up with a bite and pull using her teeth

>you picked more than a couple yourself

>you couldn't remember how many seeds were needed to get the desired effect

>oh well

>after returning to camp without a hitch, the two of you were hard at work grinding up seeds

>needless to say, Rodgers was more than willing to lend a helping hand

>after the seeds were properly grounded and Rodgers got his share, Red invited you to her tent

>there you prepared two portions of the drug

>Red eagerly swallowed her powder but you were hesitant

"What's the matter?"

"It's gonna taste like shit without something to neutralize the pepper taste."

>Red gave you a compassionate smile and kissed you

>wereas you expected a small kiss, Red soon lay her body-weight on you, forcing you to the ground without missing a beat, still holding the kiss

>you saw one of her hooves sneak past her thighs as she started fing… hoofing herself

>a fresh pool of damp liquid rested in the sole of her hoof

"How's this for a neutralizer?"

>you poured the seeds onto the juices and took a tiny sip

"Hmm! Not bad."

"Drink up, buttercup~"

>you leaned into her hoof and licked it clean

"good boy~!"

"Don't patronize me."

"I was trying to be sexy, you ass."

>Red playfully pushed you

"Hmm…"

>you let the taste linger in your mouth and sure enough, no gross black pepper taste

"You're a genius, Red."

"I know."

"So now what?"

"Now we wait the Morning Glory to kick in."

>to be continued

>>151905

>nah bro, pirates would bury treasure much in the way you and I would put shit in a bank,

Shit, I wanna clarify something about that but i'm too tired. Don't think I've forgotten about you though.

>>152140

awwww yis, more drug induced sex

Just started reading this series and I'm really enjoying it.

Seems like the previous thread's info is missing from the pastebin. Anyone know when that'll be going up? I'd like to read this thread and know whats going on.

>>152388

http://8archive.moe/pone/thread/116071/#116071

Here's an archive link for now. I'll upload it to pastebin sometime during the weekend if I can remember it.

Also no update today, i'm afraid. Life happened, trivial nonsense and so on.

>>152140

"wait the Morning Glory to kick in?"

"Mhhm."

>Red nodded

"That's not a real sentence."

"Frankly I don't care. I'm hungry, cold and tired."

>Red lay down next to you as you rested an arm around her

"But I suppose it could be worse."

"How so?"

"Ever had bad seaweed?"

"Point taken."

>you both lay there relaxing, waiting for the morning glory to kick in

"You know, seeing someone so cuddly as you is rare in our line of work."

"Really?"

"Yeah. The whole lighting bat ponies on fire thing? Most ponies would have a hard time recovering from that."

"Would you?"

"Me? Duh, they're monsters. Nothing worse than taking out a shark or something. You don't need to worry about me, Anon."

"You kill sharks?"

"Ive sailed with griffins that killed sharks."

"But youve never killed a shark?"

"Oh goodness no, you can't kick a shark to death. What about you?"

"What about what?"

"Have you killed a shark?"

"No. Well, yes, a tiny one."

"You mean fish?"

"No, it was an actual species of shark, only small."

"We don't get small sharks in Equestria I think. Only seen big ones."

"Do you see sharks a lot?"

"Not really, no. But i'm not actively looking for them either. They'll do their thing and i'll do mine."

"Do you like sharks?"

"Sharks are pretty cool. Lots of teeth and they swim fast. Other than that I can't think of anything I like about them."

"So that's a yes?"

"No, in the big picture I don't like sharks. How about you?"

"Eh, sharks are assholes."

"Heh. Amen."

"Speaking of a mouth full of teeth. How do you think Aldreda is holding up. What do you think of her?"

"I don't know, Anon. If she dosen't lose it in a castle full of bats we gotta give her a present or something. What was that about you being siblings about anyways?"

"We're both predators for one thing."

"Yeah?"

"We're both relativly new to this world."

"And?"

"I don't know. I just feel that she's my responsibillity is all."

"Oh. Well yeah, siblings are nice, I guess."

"You have siblings?"

"I never said that. But yeah I do."

"You never mentioned them."

"You never asked."

"Well who is it?"

"Her name is Ruby. A silly little pony living in Las Pegasus. Does jewlery and stuff last time I checked."

"Do you miss her?"

"What? Yeah, I mean. She wasn't doing too hot financially last time we met. Maybe I should help her out after this gig."

"Maybe. We still have a crew to take care of."

"They're grown ups. They can handle themselves. What about you, Anon. What do you want after we get down from here?"

"Toilet-paper."

"Oh… Okay."

"Is there a problem with that?"

"No, it's just that I'd imagine we could do something more fun. Like hit up a bar or something."

"Sure,that sounds nice. But shitting in the woods is something i'll never get used to."

"Valid enough I guess. I still need to get myself that scarf replacement."

"You mean you haven't bought yourself a scarf yet?"

"No. I want it to be Saddle Arabian fabric, strong and soft."

"Yeah okay. Sounds good."

>>153641

>after laying around for a bit with Red you started to feel funny

>it wasn't uncomfortable or particularly pleasant either

>something was just off

>Red could probably note the difference in you as she turned around with a smile on her face

"Here we go."

"You feel it too?"

"Yep. Hey, try this. AHOUUUOUOUOU!"

>what the fuck

"Aba abptptptptptprrrt!"

"Auooooooo!"

>you turned to face her

>she stared back

>it felt like half a minute had passed until you both started laughing

"Emimimimimiiiii~"

"Aka daka daka boom!"

"Loop loop loop baeyoooouuuuu!"

"Ralllllalalalala~!"

"Haiimo! Haiiiiiiimo!"

>this was the most entertaining thing you've done in your life

>must be the morning glory

>speaking nonsense was fun

"Ayyypbpbpbpbbpb. Oy oy oy oy."

"Rappa rappa rappa boop rappa rappa rappa."

"Halulu Akammmmmmyyooo."

"Dalla dalla hak hakk!"

"Mammbam bam."

"agRAMBAM BAMM BAMM."

"Hmmmmyyyoo halla hallabubu."

>"Will you guys shut up!?"

>Redheart poked her head through the tent flap

"Re… Rehhh… REEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

""Haumka Haumka! Booo!"

>"Oh, or pony's sake."

>she left

>dumb pone not knowing how fun non-words were

>you could do this all day

>and you- night

>and you probably wold

>what do?

Note. Anon is now severely limited in his action and commands will require a roll of 75 or higher on a 100 sided die to complete successfully while under the influence of morning glory

Re-rolls not allowed

>>153652

>>153645

"Hehehe."

"Whaat's on your mind. Anon?"

"Your ass."

"Ppbtttt HAHAHA. Seriously?!"

>you nodded

>Red shambled up on her hooves and waved her ass in your face

>you got up and started mounting her

>thrusting gave you nothing

"Um heheh. Anon? You still have your leg things on."

"Oh shit. Wait."

>you struggled to get your pants and undies off

"C'mon, Anon. Slave fuck!"

>"We can hear everything, you know!"

>some annoyed voice barked from outside

"HE PBTPTPTPTTPTP!"

>Red replied with dapper fart noises using her mouth

"Slave fuck. Slave fuck."

"Slave fuck! Slave fuck!"

>Red begun to chant as you approached her hind quarters

>with dazed senses and a rapid motion you stuck your dick inside the mare

"Wrong hole! Wrong hole! Wrong hole!"

"Oops."

"Didn't say stop! Didn't sayyy stoooppp~!"

>what do?

>>153714

Go on…..

C'mon, /pone/. Stop being ded.

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>153866

>>153933

>>153946

>>153947

Even with our illegal rerolls we still can't have an orgy

>>153965

Truly, this is a dark day for /pone/.

>>154059

>>153866

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>>153965

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>>154077

>>154078 kek

>>154080

You've must have done some truly horrible stuff to kittens in a past life to deserve such treatment from the Dice gods.

I'd say seven consecutive failures renders the orgy option moot. At least for now.

I'll start writing after some dinner and stuff.

>>154175

>>154200 (checked)

>>154201

>>154173

>you heard the sound of screaming as your camp was under attack from winged predators

>fuck, which way does this belt strap go again

>when will you learn, anon?

>okay, okay. We got the legs down, now for the chest mabooper

"Could really use a hoof over here, Anon! Or… a hand."

"Hold on, hold on!"

>damn, glove thingies

>after strapping your armor on you headed outside the tent to find your fire had been knocked over as a couple of bat ponies were running around, presumably on fire

>no, no definitely on fire

>there were tons of them in the air woshing back and forward, striking in hordes, Matrix, the last, shit one style

>from the bottom of the mountain, more of them came, screeching all the way

>of all the fucking days in all the fucking multiverses

>yeah, you were pretty sure you were gonna die

>not a bad run though

>you lifted your shotgun and started shooting at the hordes in the sky, blowing chunks of bat ponies out of the sky

>fuck yeah, this was the way to go out

>you looked around to check on the others as a rouge bat hit you dead center in a collision, knocking you and it into the ground

>your armor absorbed most of the impact but the crazy fuck was pounding away at you

>using your drugged out wits, and pointers from the game of thrones you punched the fucker square in the jaw

>rolled on top of him and shoved your thumbs into it's enlarged eyeballs

>the bat screamed as you used further and further, eventually crushing the eyeballs into off-colored goo and plump

>a bit like moshing a boiled egg

>the bat pony fell limp as you dragged your gory thumbs out of it's sockets

>these assholes were stormtrooper tier stupid

>again, you turned to look at the others

>seemed to be doing fine, taking the conditions into account

>Tyren was holding shit down as Redheart reloaded her musket thing

>Rodgers kept niggas at bay that came too close with his spear when he wasn't helping Marcus to desperately reload his crossbow

>the zebra looked wounded

>Khorne would be proud of this display of carnage

>you reloaded your shotgun and focused fire on the airborne one

>Jesus, that hive patter had to be the least effective way of fighting ever

>these guys clearly weren't soldiers

>neither were you for that matter

>only solder here was Tyren who had resorted to use one bat pony as a swinging weapon against another after having presumably run out of bullets

>Red was pumping air-blast after air-blast into the motherfuckers, showering the battlefield with limbs and pink mist while screaming

"I'M FUCKING INVINCIBLE!"

>you quickly spotted another one before getting a chance to reload

>with quick thinking you jammed the hot barrel of your mossberg into the soft, mushy left eyeball and started to violently shake the shotgun around, scrambling it's screeching head in the process

>you pulled your shotgun out of it and started to stomp the life out of it instead

>fuck, some eye goo got into your mouth

>the ground ones were approaching rapidly from further down the mountain

>you didn't think your party could survive another flood of these assholes

what do?

>>154275

What's the mountainside like? Lots of loose boulders, perhaps? Maybe we could trigger a rockslide.

>>154505

fug didn't mean to sage :DDDD

>>154284

>>154291 She travels at nightfall

>>154298 Ce can't see past the thick fog on the top of the mountain.

>>154505

>>154531 Looks like the dice gods favor this one.

>>154275

"ALDREDA!"

>you shouted to the sky

"ALDREDA!! WE NEED AN EARTHQUAKE!"

>you knew she couldn't have been far way

>the party set camp a few hours ago, she should have caught up with you around now

>fingers crossed

>the fucking bats kept on pouring out of every crack and creek imaginable

>it was as if the more you killed the more appeared

"Whiskey! Sooty! Smoker?"

>"What?"

>you saw one of them chancing down a feral to the ground, allowing you to blow it to shit

"How many of these fuckers are there?!"

>"Jga- I don't know!"

"Well keep fighting!"

>just then you felt an icy rift running through your good hand

>you look to see one of them swooping by, having left a nasty gash from your index finger all the way to you elbow

>you didn't feel any pain as the adrenaline left you numb

>not on your watch, motherfucker

>you raised the shotgun and painted his entrails over the white snow

>fucking why

>you just wanted to go home

>you took another step and blew the neck-flesh out of some bat circling too close to Red

>fuck, here comes the pain

>just then you heard an all too familiar shriek in the distance

>Aldreda sounded like Satan himself had scuffed his toe on the kitchen chair

>∞% mad.gif

>party members around you started dropping their weapons in favor of covering their ears

>you followed suit as the sound was literally deafening

>never-before in your life had you been more thankful that humans lacked good hearing

>unlike those fucking bats

first one fell down from the sky

>then another

>then another

>they started falling in droves, screaming in pure agony as their eardrums exploded en mase

>another ear-piercing scream came from down the mountain as you saw the ground bats up their pace

>they weren't running towards you

>they were running away from her

>you cast yourself aside as the horde of fleeing bat ponies trampled what was left of your camp

>their trampling didn't really hurt thanks to their weight

>still humiliating though

>yet another recorded playback from hell itself echoed from Aldreda and you could feel yourself getting physically noxious

>you started seeing what you could only describe as white noise as you started involuntarily vomiting

>it was like a hundred rifles fired next to your ears as two assholes went to work with your eardrum using jackhammers

>your vision distorted further from the sensory overload and you didn't know if you were able to keep consciousness

>just when you thought shit couldn't get worse, you felt rocks staring to loosen up and crash down to your right

>you say felt as you're pretty sure you were deaf by now

>in the distance, you saw rocks crumbling, bleeding from the mountain as they ripped snow and bat ponies along with them towards their decent

>that was the last thing you remembered as you felt your chest damn near concave with horror as you felt yourself sliding downwards

>you weren't sure if you were falling or loosing consciousness

>either-way it all faded to black as you lost grip on everything surrounding you

>to be continued

>>154588

o fugg

>>154588

Do continue, please. This story is getting quit suspenseful.

>>154588

>wobbly moments

>something shook

>you opened your eyes to a blinding light

>sunlight?

>yeah, yeah, you're not dead

>can't really move though

>you strain your muscles but it's as if someone had severed all your limbs

>you could see your chest rise and fall slowly

>a little further away you saw someone thrashing

>was it… Marcus?

>yeah, stripes gave it away

you couldn't hear anything though

>just low bass hum

>some shadowy figures approached Marcus to hold him down

>you think

>shit's so blurry

>and painful

>everything hurt

>your only relief was breathing

>each breath was like a kiss from heaven

>annnd there. Something happened to Marcus

>either he nutted inside a mare's mouth or they did something really bad to him

>either way he stopped thrashing

>a lighter figure approached you and simply lay a bloody bone-saw in a bowl of water next to you

>from the coat color you guessed it to be Nurse Redheart

>she didn't pay you any mind

>you tried to turn your head but only managed to loose what little focus you had

>no, fuck fuck fuck

>blackness once more

>fuck, you were slipping again

>hello darkness you old fuck

>you didn't know how long you were out

>bumpy, bumpy ride

>you try your luck by opening your eyes

>once again it blinds you

>shit

>something was moving you around though

you felt a cold breeze on your face

>it was ponies

>bat ponies

>titty-fucking Christ you hope they're with Sooty and his friends and not of the feral variety

>no, there's your party, right there

>Marcus was walking funny, being supported up by Red

>he wasn't- oh, he's riding Red

>Rodgers was there, Redheart as well, you think

>Tyren was hard to miss

>maybe the castle bats Whiskey, Sooty and Smoker talked about heard Aldreda and came to help?

>you hope so

>like, how could they not

>oh, so fucking tired

>blood-loss perhaps?

>to your joy yo manage to control your eye direction once more

>centering your eyeballs on your wound you noticed it patched up

>oohooh, that's nice

>so tired though

>you just wanted to sleep

>you'll be fine in the morning

>fingers crossed

>but one has to wonder what fucked you up so badly

>you felt yourself slipping but this time it was welcome

>you wanted to move to the moon and just sleep or some shit

>anywhere but here

>anywhere bu- ah fuck

>what do?

And like Anon, I think it's time for me to lower my shoulders for the night

No updates today, gonna look for a desk for the new PC and clean out a corner to have it in.

… Do you really need to earth yourself when putting it together to maintain the integrity of the fine electronic components or is that just overthinking? Tis my first build and i'm very new.

>>154847

>>154856

Yes, our eardrums are damaged.

>>155751

viking tech support be like why ain;t you hanged yourself for 9 days and nights yet?

>>154963

>>155005

Sounds like a night out with my personal friend and gay lover gep.

>>155751

>>155745

I'll tell you it was pretty spooky handling the 980ti when my fucking dogs wouldn't leave me alone. All this talk of static electricity got me mad paranoid.

But yeah, got it up and almost running. Just need to install the OS and some drivers.

Still on the laptop though, and it's losing more and more keys. It's just not fun to have to copy/paste 3 different malfunctioning letter keys, sucks all the fun out of writing.

I'll have the new desktop up and running sometime tomorrow, along with a shiny keyboard.

If I don't then i'll find a temporary keyboard on the scrapyard and get to writing, gitting the writefag shivers over here, damn.

>>155762

Also depends on were you place your computer, war or utility axe, the swing, previous experience. Fo real though. I was looking around in the scrapyard for some extra monitors the other day and i came across a laptop that someone had shot to shit with i'm assuming a shotgun. That's some next level viking tech-support.

>>155770

>>156410

Jokexplain pls? Do you mean Linux?

Okay. I found out the ins and outs. Rig works fan-fucking-tastic though every game I've tried runs super smooth with them settings sky high.

In the meanwhile I traded for a temporary replacement keyboard for the old laptop so we can continue the story cause I still need a longer cat cable to have the putter set up were I want it to go.

>>154856

>>154903

>>154949

"Hr- Red.. Hey."

>the things carrying you stopped as you heard muffled…something.

>ah, a face you recognized

>but it was the wrong face

>Redheart entered your vision as she opened and closed her mouth

>can-can cranberry?

>no, can you hear me

"Yes. No not really."

>fuck, talking hurt

"Whhater."

>Redheart held up a hoof and tried to presumably make you follow it with your eyes

"Bitch that's not fucking water."

>oww fuck!

>sore ass throat, can't talk much

>"He.. hamin innhipe."

>yeah you couldn't hear what she was saying

>ah, there's Red

>she pushed Redheart away and looked at you funny

"e ain dead?"

>what?

"Spehheak up."

"ANON! ETH ERE AMYONNE UP ERE?"

>you slowly nodded

"EDHERT AID HU NEED SLEEP!"

>you tried lifting your hands but it didn't work

>might as well dose off

>you were sure your crew would take care of you

>besides, you've probably broken something

>but you couldn't be sure about that

>you couldn't be sure about anything right now

>exept that sleep sounded good

>so that's what you did

———————————————————————–

>you felt conciousness greet your banged up self once more

>and you felt great

>considering

>you opened your eyes and found yourself resting on a slab of carved rock with a rolled up carpet acting as a pillow

>not exactly 5 stars but it'll do

>you scanned the area and you looked to be in a large rock house

>no, not house, room

>there was no natural lighting, the only thing allowing you vision were torches

>very dungeon esque

>you lifted yourself up with relative ease and found yourself walking about in no time

>sweet

"Hello?"

>your hearing was still pretty muffled and your chest hurt-

>wait

>were's your fucking clothes

>oh god!

>you cover your junk with both hands

>how embarrassing

"I swear if this is some sort of rape dungeon I'll rape you right the fuck back!"

>no reply

"I'm a biter!"

>still nothing

>you could see a couple other rock bed thingies laying around in the room, akin to the one you were sleeping on

>only they weren't beds

>they were tombs

"Alright. You're officially on my shitlist. Come over here and i'll fuck you up!"

>what kind of mess have you gotten yourself into this time?

>there were two exits at either side of the room

>one with a stone staircase leading downwards and another one leading upwards

>what do?

>>156978

>>156954

>whatever was going on here you'd make sure to meet it head on with a rock

>you picked up a loose one in a corner a little smaller than a brick

>continuing on you sacrificed your dignity in favor of a torch, leaving your junk exposed to the light breeze coming from the stairs leading upward

>torch, a rock and not a single article of clothing on you

>you were going full Rust™ on this bitch

>you took your first steps upwards as you started hearing muffled noises

>being unable to hear properly you continues onward, clenching your rock in hand ready to bash the ever-loving fuck out of the first thing you met

>as you reached the end of the god damned stars you could see an expanding crowd of… yeah, totally bat ponies all chanting or cheering

>finally reaching the ledge you saw exactly what they were cheering on

>it was an arena of some sort and down there on the grounds you saw Red of all ponies kicking the lights out of an approaching bat pony

>she didn't finish it off though, opting for rabble rousing with victory yells and hoof pumps instead

>the crowd went ecstatic as she quickly turned to plant both hind legs into the face of yet another bat pony trying to sneak up on her, instantly knocking it out in the process

>you couldn't hear what she was saying but the crowd loved her

>Red took a second to scan the crowd and noticed you

>she waved, smiling

>good, it looks like she's doing this out of enjoyment and not being forced to fight to the death in some fucked up dog fight pit kinda thing

>you sheepishly smiled and waved back

>one of the bats in the crowd flew up to you and began speaking

>"Har huu onna est ohur skill eh the arena s well. hyoman?"

"What?"

>you cupped your ear, indicating to him that you were damn near deaf

>"Right! The white one old me hyoy're alhmost heaf!"

"Yeah."

>"She! Might hant ho talk to you!"

"Were is she?"

>"Ohn't kow. Ask yhr woman hen she's done fightin."

"Thanks. Will do."

>in the meanwhile you should probably find some clothes

>maybe a bite to eat

>or sit down and watch Red for a spell

>what do?

>>157007

Are we still naked? We should probably grab a cloth and use it as a makeshift toga, or if it's too short just use it to cover our dongle. Afterwards we should grab some water first, we're probably dehydrated as fuck

>>157170

I think that the reason we're naked is because it's easier to tend to an unconscious person's wounds when they don't have clothes you need to get past. We need some form on clothes. Next up, we need to watch Red. If she gets fucked we need to be ready to protect her from rape. I know where this shit is going. Thousands of years of minimal contact with women you don't see every day plus a different woman who you just bested is a very volatile mix that generally results in public "shaming." We don't know this culture, and this is OUR HOERSPUSSY. We need to preserve it and ensure it doesn't get fucked up. We don't know what happened to Marcus, and Redheart may not be herself. She may be hypnotized or something. We need to conserve our energy too. I second >>157022 checked, but not before grabbing some clothes like >>157155 dub checked said. We also need time for our eardrums to heal. We should plug our ears with parsley. I saw that in an Asterix and Obelix comic. It worked pretty well for the Romans to counteract the malevolent harpy souls that Cacofonix channeled. This should help protect our ears from the roars of the crowd. I would knead it into some candlewax first, so it comes out easy. We need to go to the kitchen for that though. I say we look around the stands for Aldera. I would expect her not to be hypnotized. Look for bat pones trying to stay at least a foot away from a similar creature. She may be able to help us. I expect her to be pissed at herself for accidentally injuring us though. We definitely need to comfort her. Hang on, putting this into order…

…

…

done

1: Go back into the corridor and head back to the dungeon. Search for leather, or better yet, our own clothes. When done with that, grab a candlestick, and head back to the stadium. We don't wanna make this shit awkward when we talk to our sister.

2: find Aldera

3: Brace for the tears

4: Carry her into the corridor and find somewhere private. We wanna look the part of "mildly handsome, tough-as-nails, bear-pussy-wearing soldier of fortune armed with powerful weapons barely comprehensible by our technologically underdeveloped minds, fearlessly fighting not for himself, but for his crew and mildly cute girlfriend"

5: Talk to her and calm her down. She's really gonna be pissed at herself. We need to be there for her.

6: Ask her is she knows where the kitchen is. Or at least the mess hall.

7: While walking, ask about Marcus. Our little brother may need help! What? We can't have a loving, loyal little brother who will do anything for us? Awww….

8: Quickly stuff our faces. We need calories, dammit! And water! Lots of it!

9: Sprint back just in time to make sure that Red isn't facing potential gang rape by gladiators.

>>157165

>>157170

>>157219

>>157237

>>157007

>you decided it would be best to find some clothing

>even though no one else seemed fazed by your naked appearance it did increase your insecurity levels

>you can't spend a hole life in clothing and expect not to feel uncomfortable when nude in public

>shit

>you walked downstairs back to the tomb room and picked up the piece of cloth that doubled as your pillow

>huh?

>looks like it's some sort of ragged together tunic or something

>didn't sit very well and it looked to be made out of low quality fur but it succeeded in covering both your chest and testicles

>itched like a bitch though

>food, food, food

>you were fucking starving with a thirst for liquid to boot

>looking at your shredded left arm you noticed just how much it had healed, indicating how long you were out

>the scarring ran from the knuckle of your middle finger to the end of your elbow

>you took a second glance and noticed a slight size difference in the middle knuckle on either arm

>the one scarred was pushed slightly 'in' compared to the other

>fucking-A

>lifting up the tunic revealed several large bruises on your chest and sides as well

>either those bat ponies hit you harder than you realized or you were a victim of rock pummeling while passed out

>they must have fed you one way or another for you to be alive for this long while passed out

>you took a stroll further down to see what was up

>maybe a kitchen to raid or something

>the hunger and thirst was real

>walking downwards you were greeted by a mass of old, castle'ish hallways

>you say castle'ish because it was all carved out of rock

>no shiny metals or marble

>brown, solid, rock

>it still clung to some decorative engraving and patterns that would have been pretty impressive a thousand years ago

>you were confused as to witch direction to take and your ears weren't doing you any favors in locating life

>you walked for a few minutes only to see the stoney hallways open up to what looked like a marketplace

>still underground

>Christ, how do they grow anything fresh down here?

>the "street" was very narrow and filled with bat ponies

>they had some color variation, some leaning towards darkish purple and other a more subtle tone of brown

>but overall they were really dimly colored compared to the rich and pastel color palette of your usual crowd of ponies

>you saw several interesting stands, some selling books, others selling bones, one even sold a nasty green looking liquid

>gorgeous, gorgeous capitalism at work

>there were no familiar faces and the increasing crowd of buzzing bat ponies zeroing in on you was alarming

>one of them spoke up in German or, Germaneian as they called it here but you didn't understand

>even if you could, their voices were all muffled

>they weren't hostile in tone as a sense of curiousness and wonder was present in every one of them

>you decided to wave and say "hello" to them while using the other hand to point at your ear to indicate that you couldn't hear them

>the crowd kept following you though

>finally you reached a stand that sold food

>bones, blood in vials and uncooked squirls

>you approached the vendor

"Water? Waaater?"

>he looked at you funny but another bat pony in the crowd told him something in Germanian

>the vendor lit up and proudly displayed a clay vase filled with water that he had kept behind the counter, presumably for himself

>he motioned for you to drink and you did just that

>one gulp, two gulps three gulps and the vase was empty

"Thanks."

>the bat pony said something else in Germanian and the crowd laughed out loud

>joking at your behalf?

>he still sold raw squirl though

>better than nothing

>and you couldn't really get Equestrian sicknesses

>what do?

Okay! Got everything sorted out with the new computer. Gotta get used to not copy/pasting the "G" key all the fucking time.

>>157304

>>157278

>>157348

>>157356

>>157275

>you nod towards the uncooked squirrel and the merchant bat looks at it funny then looks over to you with a bright smile on his face

>using his hoof he pointed at the unappetizing meal and nodded questionably, grin just as wide

>you pat your sides, trying to indicate that you have no money

>he points a hoof at your wicked scar and nod convincingly

>you point to it yourself as he let out another snicker

>he said something upbeat in Germaneian and hoofed the snack over to you

>fucking really?

>he pointed at you again then lifted his hoof while hissing

>he continued by pointing at you another time, drooping his head down, making what you assumed to be a dying noise

>opening his eyes he smiled once more

>this was one jolly motherfucker

>you picked up the un-appetizer and sank your teeth into it

>good god this was awful

>but you were too hungry to care

>the crowd chuckled at your misery

>"Ahon? ANON!"

>you turned to see a furious white mare stomp towards your direction

>the crowd quickly dispersed as the mad mare approached

>"Wha ah hu doing out of bed?!"

"What? i can't hear you?"

>the mare huffed (you think) and started walking, motioning you to follow her

>what do?

>>157382

>>157370

>you took another bite of your squirrel

"Hold on, Redheart."

>the mare increased the volume of her voice

>"It's a miracle hur're even ahivee! Now get going! Hu heed memmial attentiom!"

"Nah, i'm good."

>you said, with squirrel still in your mouth

>"Humbeliavible!"

>the mare turned her head and walked off before you could ask for pen and paper

>oh well, if ponies can't understand written human language you doubt bats would fair any better

>you turned to the bat ponies

"So. Anyone care to tell me what the fuck is going on?"

>the bats looked among eachother as one of them spoke up

>"Hess. Eqhhstrian. I know hit."

>a young mare walked up to you

>that's the first mare you've seen in the bunch this far, aside from Whiskey

>interesting

>"Ere whas an earthquake. You called the Black Crow."

>the previously lively crowd turned to hushed voices and silent glares at the name drop

>"Huu ost your earing. We will hive it back."

"How?"

>"The stone meadow."

"What?"

>"Hurried eneth e soil."

>you couldn't understand a word of what she was saying

"He hey. That's great."

>the mare blushed

>how the fuck do ponies do that?

"Anyways. I'm gonna watch Red in the arena. You guys wanna come?"

>murmurs of agreement echoed the crowd as they followed you towards the stairs

>hey, these assholes weren't too bad

>you sat down as a bunch of bats gathered around you to watch the brutality

>ho-we. Red looked pretty pooped

>she was still making a show for the crowd though

>with air kisses and generous waves

>the announcer well, announced the final round

>Red got four bat ponies backing her his time around

>you assumed such as they were lightly coated with cream colored dust to represent team color

>the arena lit up with torches as four rough looking stallions came marching out, being lead by a gray unicorn in a very nicely kept uniform

>this was probably one of the original pilots of the airship

>Whiskey talked about how these guys helped out the bat ponies a great deal

>it would also explain why so many of these bats were speaking Germaneian

>the four stallions on the opposite team took a step back as the Germaneian solder pone lit up his horn

>with a fling of the neck, Red's teammates were flung out of the way via what you could only guess was telekinesis

>Red ignored the shit going on around her and charged the older stallion

>the unicorn responded by lighting up his horn again and push and crush the earth beneath Red's hooves into a perfectly rounded imprint

>the familiar sound of Red's cursing sprees were faintly present and emanated from the hole she was stuck in

>the crowd went wild as the announcer spoke again, probably declaring the older unicorn the victor

>time passed and bat ponies started leaving the arena

>the unicorn had the good sport of lifting a fuming Red up out of the hole

>you waved her in

>Red focused away from the unicorn as she saw you

"Hey anon!"

>Red screamed

"HEY!"

>you waved again, motioning for her to come over

"Hat's up?"

"Hey, how are you doing?"

"Ittle anged up hut it's all good. YOU should hee edheart ahot hur earing."

"What?"

"SHOULD SEE RESHEART ABOUT YOUR HEARING!"

"Oh… A bat told me something about a Stone meadow?"

"Eahs. Honna hunch ohmme oh hat magic hresistance hout oh you ho you can be healed."

"I see…"

>what do?

And with that i'm gong to bed but I gotta say,having a functional keyboard made writefagging tonight a blast.

>>157403

If you read the dialogue out loud it makes more sense. Conversations will be muffled until we un-fuck our hearing.

>>157219

Also, as much as I love these elaborate posts I'll pause with a >wat do whenever we're facing a point were we impact the story, which are many. Also it prevents me from writing novel-tier updates. No hard feels?

>>158155 Second drawfag, is that you? Nice dubs.

>>157691

>>157403

>>157397

"Are the others alright?"

"THEY'RE OKAY, ANON! MARCUS LOST A HOOF THOUGH!"

"What?!"

"YEAH. REDHEART HAD TO TAKE IT OFF BECAUSE HE GOT BITTEN ONE TOO MANY TIMES!"

"Fuck. How's he handling it?"

"HE'S WITH REDHEART. WHY DON'T YOU ASK HIM YOURSELF?"

"Lead on."

>Red started trotting down the stairs as you followed

>Red lead you through rocky hallway after rocky hallway but your mind drifted onto other matters

>you felt bad about loosing consciousness and in turn fail your responsibility to your group

>obviously the majority could handle themselves, but you felt it was your responsibility and you needed to be better, stronger if you wanted to put this party's lives in your hands

>Red entered another fucking hallway and turned left to an old door

>she stepped aside and let you open it

>there, in a room similar to everything else in this place, that being rock, rock and more stone sat Redheart over a mountain of paperwork

>"Oh?"

>Redheart turned around with a slightly tired, slightly pissed expression on her face

>"It's you. Sorry about snapping at you earlier, I'm overworked!"

>Redhear yelled out loud so you could hear it

"Were is Marcus?"

>"He's resin. As shol hu"

>she lowered her voice at the reminder, making her hard to hear in the process

>"Here. Uff this."

>she pointed to peculiar object on her desk

>you picked it up and inspected it

>It's a hearing horn

>you utilized the device

>"Normally I could send letter to some of my contacts in Canterlot to whip up a magic potion for your hearing problem but this will have to do. At least until we find some other way to fix you up."

>Ah, such clear and crisp sound

>Hearing temporarily restored

"What about Marcus?"

>"He'll be pegging it for a while but dismemberment is not that uncommon in your line of work. I keep a few regrowth potions back at the clinic but you can find them most places. Just thank your lucky stars it wasn't you or Rodgers in need of a new limb."

"So he's gonna be fine?"

>"He's a little grumpy about it. But he knows it doesn't need to be a permanent thing."

"That's good to hear. One of the bats mentioned something about a Stone me-"

>"A stone meadow, yes. They haven't gone into details. But I'm not one to trust old folk lore regarding healing."

>Rich, coming from the magical talking horse that heals with magic potions

>"But if you wanna give it a shot i'm not gonna hound you for it. Was there anything else?"

>what do?

>>158260

>>158209

>>158197

"I'm willing to give it a shot. this hearing horn looks like a fucking colon."

>Redheart's serious demeanor cracked under a few girly giggles

>"Sorry Anon. I had to improvise with the stuff they had lying around here."

"That's cool. And I really appreciate it. Not being able to hear sucks major balls."

>"Yeah. I could imagine."

"Speaking of injuries. What's this I hear about Rodgers couldn't be healed by magic? I thought he was on the same wavelength as you guys?"

>"You're putting words into my mouth. Sure, a scratch here and some burn damage there isn't a problem for him since his body accepts healing potions. But creating a new limb? That would require a maddening amount of work and finances."

"Okay okay. Walk before you run. I think I get what you're saying."

>"I'm backing some of this up by hypothesizing. It would take years of study to truly understand the intricate-"

"Yeah, yeah. No need for that. Can I talk with Marcus for a bit?"

>"Shame. And no, Marcus needs his rest. As do you."

"I feel fine."

>"Really?"

"Yeah."

>"Hmm. i didn't expect you to bounce back this quickly."

"How long was I out?"

>"Hard to say, the bat ponies in this castle found us when the sun came up and helped us."

"Why would they do that?"

>"Because we took a good bite out of the feral bat population?"

"Yeah, we did, didn't we?"

>"That's why they're so nice to us. They'll flock you in the streets as well because the majority of these bats have never actually encountered another pony. But I've seen that you took notice of this."

"True."

>"That's why Red has been throwing down in the arena for a while now. Says it's the best way for bats to get to see her so they won't be so curious anymore."

"Pretty clever. They don't seem to like Aldreda very much though."

>"That's a given. Her kind have been huffed up to be evil itself to these bats, and seeing her in action I wouldn't jot their fear on paranoia. She'd have no issue deafening this entire place in a few weeks tops,"

"Like with me?"

>"You have good eyesight, bat ponies do not, they rely on echolocation to navigate. Aldreda can effectively remove two out of six senses from large groups of bat ponies with the raise of an octane."

"Well, when you put it like that."

>"You should get some time out I'm wrapping up all my research now, after tomorrow it's up to you and Red when we leave."

>Redheart returned to her paperwork

"Were is Aldreda?"

>"She's under house arrest by one of the Germaneian solders, they run the place so try to play nice with them."

"Alright. Thanks."

>"Don't mention it."

>you walked out the door to face the rocky hallways of this castle

>bat ponies were traveling through and through

>seemed like they've made their own little community here

>if they had internet access you might even describe the dim light of the torched upon the smooth brown rocks as cozy

>in any case you were free do do whatever you wanted

>be that looking up old friends or find new ones

>ask for some pants perhaps?

>the bat castle was at your fingertips, all that was left was finding out

>what to do?

I'm going to bed now, keep in mind that you do have full freedom. Get creative so I don't have to.

>>158260

Nice, I love your stuff. Have it all saved on the old computer. Missed you

>>158301

We forgot to ask where our gear is, maybe we should ask Redheart or one of our other crew members about that?

>pic semi-related

>TFW I crossed the Atlantic but no update

>>159171

Took the weekend off, back now.

>>158340

>>158440 sounds good m8, don't keep me waiting too long.

>>158489

>>158521

>>158577

>>158866

>>159317

>>158301

>you better go get your guns

>trusting someone different with good intention is for confused looking Frenchies

>were to start though?

>you took a few steps and stopped one of the many bat ponies walking about

"Hey. You."

>"Mich?"

"Do you speak English?"

>"Henglish?"

"No. Uhh. Equestrian?"

>the stallion got himself together

>"Oh. Yes, I do."

"Good. Do you know were I can find a Germaneian solder?"

>"I do. What's the matter?"

"I sorta had some equipment on me before I passed out."

>"Oh. Yeah. Now, wich one of them took care of the outlanders equipment… Oh. It was Iron Cross. Look, you go that way."

>he pointed to the left

>"Through that tunnel and to the right, can't miss it."

"Thank you."

>"But wait. Anon. Was it?"

"Yeah, heard of me?"

>"You and your band have become talked about here the last week. Most interesting thing that's happened here in ten years! Said you guys took town hundreds of ferals alone."

"I wouldn't go so far."

>then again, you had no idea how many Aldreda had under her belt

>"What I mean is, warriors like you, why would you feel the need to arm yourselves in this place? Do you not trust our kind?"

"What I mean is that I want my weapons. We're not gonna shoot up the place if that's what got you bothered."

>"But. If you're not gonna attack us, why do you need them?"

"Well if i'm not gonna attack you, what reason is there for me not to have them?"

>"Hmm. Fair point. I'll lead you to Iron Cross."

>you let the stranger bat lead you through the maze of a lair until you came upon two great doors

>the "house" looked like it was carved out of the rock and was big enough to be considered a mansion

>which made you wonder just how big this castle was

>every hour that passed you became more and more convinced that his was something more akin to a city than a building

"One more thing. Do you know were Aldreda is?"

>"Aldreda?"

>you sighed

"The Black Crow."

>"Oh. Oh! No nononono! No Idea. Nope. Couldn't tell you. No idea."

"If I didn't know any better I'd say you're hiding something."

>the bat looked left and right, yearning from an escape from the situation before fezing up

>"Alright, alright! That… thing. Is with Iron Cross as well. Just. Please. Don't release it!"

"So you'd rather have her locked up? Not knowing what's going on? Don't you think that would piss her off in the long run?"

>"I- I don't know. I don't want anything to do with it."

"Well thank you for the directions. And let me worry about the Black Crow."

>the bat didn't take the time to answer before he flew off at the reminder of Aldreda's existence

>Jesus, these ponies were horrified of her

>you knocked on the door

>soon you heard hoofsteps as a small bat mare dressed up in a cute maid's outfit opened up the door

>"Wie kann ich Ihnen behilflich sein?"

"Ummm. Hi? Is Iron Cross in?"

>the mare face palmed or the horse equivalent of face-palming

>"Equestrian, of course. My bad. This way, Sir Anonymous. May I take your coat?"

"You may not."

>"Very well. This way, Sir."

>the mare lead you to two equines playing checkers in a room largely occupied by spare parts, books and improvised weapons

>"Welcome, Anonymous. Your equipment is by that crate."

>you heard an old masculine voice utter

>walking closer you saw a moderatly Pegasus with a gray mane and fading blue coat playing checkers with Aldreda

>"I've been expecting you. You and your bandits have caused quite a stir in our humble community."

>he wasn't a bat pone, this must be one of the Germanian soldiers

>this was it

>what do?

I think it's time to ask him where the sleepers hide.

Reassure him you don't want to do anything reckless yet but offer some, "domestic cleaning services" for a later when prepared.

it might be a good idea to ask him about the ship and powercores, we could use a flagship.

Here's some filly Red as a little break from the arguing.

>>160324

fucking awww

>>160393

That depends on who you ask. ZVN changed his mind about his preferred race for Red recently but I've written her as an earth pone for a few months now. Either way is fine by me. As long as she keeps her sick ass scarf.

Bump with more Red OC

>>160913

Maybe some one should sell some.

Sorry guys, been busy drowning in dicks like a real OP should

>>160904

Nice, but it's got me thinking. What do you think Red's favorite song would be?

inb4 Muslim prays and Alestorm

>>160489

>>160490

>>159686

"Yeah why did you start this whole bat pony care thingy? Doesn't seem like you people would have an interest in."

>"You people?"

"You know, Nazis."

>"Oh. Ha ha! Nein my ape, after we were shot down, me and the rest of my fellow solders escaped the hordes of feral bats in here, this underground castle provides good cover and the acoustics of the caves confuses the ferals something fierce."

"We're underground? Shit, why doesn't anybody tell me this shit?"

>"Now now, I had you figured at least semi compliant. Do you see any windows?"

"Um, no?"

>"Precisely."

"Anyway, you were saying?"

>"Ah, yes. My… well a solider picked up one of the sane ones while it was just a baby, most wanted it stomped out but… She didn't bite nor hiss. She acted like a regular foal. Now. I couldn't have that on my conscious, could I?"

>he gave you a menacing glare

>"So! We took her in and soon sh- a solider wanted to bring more in. We hesitated at first but it gave us purpose. Help wasn't coming and the most important thing you need to stay alive in these places is a goal, something to strive for, would you not agree?"

"I'd just get outta her if I were you."

>"Pah. Spoken like a true ignoranus, We couldn't leave with foals and sh-"

>he hammered a hoof to the table

>"Fuck! Leave. I want nothing more to do with you."

"Hey, what the fuck man?"

>"Liquorice. Escort this brute out."

"You weren't finished. I still ha-"

>"Shush it!"

>he seemed really pissed

>weird for him to lose his cool now after playing himself up to be so cocky for so long

>"And take your Black Crow with you. Get her out of my sight,"

>the maid mare you learned who's name was Liquorice poked her head through the door

>"Sure that's a good idea, Iron? The populous might be frigh-"

>"Shut up and get them out of here. Or by the sun i'll have you hanged."

>he waved her off

>"Oh! Move Mr Anonymous! Hurry now."

>she head butted you out the door

>"Bleib gelassen. Zeig ein bisschen Würde verdammt nochmal!"

>"Eek!"

>Aldreda was also asked to leave, though the maid pony did not dare touch her physically before slamming the door shut

>so there you were, sitting on the steps ejected

>"She was brewing tea."

"What?"

>you looked over to Aldreda

>"Yes. Tea. From mushrooms that grow here."

"How's that relevant?"

>"Maybe you wanted to ask him that question?"

>you shook your head and patted her on the back

"That's alright, Aldreda. I'm just glad to have you back is all."

>"Glad to have you back. I don't know what I would have done if you died by my hooves."

"Don't worry about it. I'm fine now, would have been fucked if you didn't come along. You save my ass, all our asses."

>Aldreda didn't seem to take the praise to heart and simply looked away embarrassed, ashamed maybe?

>"Did they tell you about the Stone meadow?"

"Yeah but not in detail."

>"We should meet in the library."

"When?"

>Aldreda looked up and forward, staring at a couple of bats that froze in their tracks and backed off before turning around in a gallop away from her

>"Whenever you wish. I'll keep close by, out of sight. You should talk with the red one. She wished to show you something."

>what do?

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"I'll have what Red's having."

>"Excellent."

>Whiskey trotted back into the kitchen as Aldreda lay down on the floor next to the table like a dog

"You can get a chair if you want."

>Aldreda looked up confused