It’s warm out. The summer has finally come, and even though it’s late at night, the air still slightly cooked. With the gentle lights of your city keeping it in a perpetual twilight, its a lovely evening. But not for you. You just woke up, and everything sucks right now, but work is work, and you recently just got hired for a position as a delivery worker at night. Not the most glamorous job you’ve ever done, but you need the money.
Welcome to Night Delivery, a light-hearted CYOA about the adventures and perils of delivering packages in a world without an internal combustion engine at night.
As you get ready for the day, (sort of) lets hear a little bit about you. What’s your cutie mark?
>>26353849
A cardboard box.
Delivering shit is our talent.
>>26353849
A comet?
Ever heard of white nights?
>>26353876
Sure, changing my vote to this.
>>26353875
>>26353876
combine these
>>26353910
A comet but instead of the rock, it's a cardboard box
>>26353936
Yes.
>>26353910
A comet smashing a cardboard box.
>>26353938
that's just a carboard box on fire.
>>26353942
A cardboard box on fire moving at a high velocity.
>>26353942
So?
>>26353954
Which is incidentally the reason we got fired from our last job.
>>26353875
>>26353876
>>26353910
>>26353892
>>26353936
>>26353954
>>26353966
As your comb out your coat, you reflect on your cutie mark as you brush it down. A cardboard box with a comet’s tail, as though slicing through the sky. From a youth the desire to deliver packages had driven you, and the fast the better. You had gotten coal one Hearth’s Warming after you had terrorized the children in your class by demanding that they open their packages weeks early, breaking into one of their houses to force them to do just that.
Good times. But now you were ready for the real thing, but the delivery business in Equestria wasn’t easy to break into. Especially as an Earth pony, given that everyone was a total bigot and would rather just hand the packages off to a pegasus. But you tried to remain upbeat and positive. If that meant that a night delivery position was the only one you could take, you’d take it prove to them just how good of a delivery pony you would be!
Are you a mare or a stallion?
>>26353973
Stallion
>>26353973
Stallion so we can carry heavier packages.
>>26353973
Stallion
>>26353973
Stallion
>>26353973
stallion
Finally, you don the outfit, khaki vest and hat to accentuate your studly form. Your name is Load Delivery, and yes, you have gotten chicks before by using that as a pick-up line. But for now, you’re running a little bit late, so you have to hurry off to work.You grab your breakfast and trot off down your hallway, off towards the first floor.
As you walk, you do some last minute touch-ups. Your caramel coat and toffee-brown mane are both delicious looking and incredibly sleek. You’re not Mr. Equestria, but lots of physical labor have given you a rather nice build. And of course, some emerald eyes to pull yourself together, and you look pretty damn good.
You start to head off down the street and head towards work. Of course, being a delivery pony comes with some fringe benefits:
>Supreme Pathfinding
Never got lost, ever.
>Endless Endurance
IfyouknowwhatImean. Never get tired.
>Nice Package
Your dick is big enough to make the mares go crazy.
>Shipping Manifest
Get a quick low-down on what people are like as soon as you meet them.
>Budgeting
This is a super power. You’re not Fancy Pants, but you’re not likely to run out of money any time soon.
Pick 2.
>>26354106
Endurance and Shipping Manifest
>>26354106
Budgeting and shipping manifest.
>>26354106
>Load Delivery
Endless Endurance and Shipping Manifest
>>26354106
Pathfinding and Shipping Manifest.
>>26354106
I think to be the best delivery pony we need pathfinding and budgeting.
I wouldn't mind manifest and endurance though.
>>26354106
pathfinding and manifest qould be good
Endurance seems redundant. Having it would just add onto any endurance we already have as an earth pony
I put text on image again.
>>26354106
Pathfinding and manifest
why do we care about who we're delivering to? aren't we supposed to just get packages to where they need to be and go?
>>26354259
this
http://strawpoll.me/6730085
http://strawpoll.me/6730086
Bear in mind your endurance will already be higher as an Earth pony, but Endless Endurance is literally endless.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CV5HC6Hw0qQ
>>26354300
>Pick one
Other poll superior.
>>26354295
>>26354300
Poll hivemind
>>26354300
>>26354295
Heh.
Let's go with http://strawpoll.me/6730085 though, you forgot multiple choice, OP.
Budgeting feels a bit like cheating.
>>26354295
...you can make strawpolls with "pick 2 options"?
Just use this guys.
>>26354229
Thanks a ton again mang. Will totally end up using this.
>>26354342
Not exactly. You can make "one choice" or "pick as many as you want". But if you ask politely to just pick two, people might listen. If we end up with more than twice as many votes as we have unique IPs, something's fishy.
You’ve been gifted with an incredible amount of map-making ability, to the point that you’ve never been lost before in your life, and you’re also particularly good at getting an idea of how to work with money, not so much ‘bits raining from the ceiling’ but more that you’ve never had a problem getting the essentials and even a bit extra. Plus, like some strange deity gifted you with your greatest wish fulfillment, you’re also pretty hung, too. Life is good for you, except for the ‘obsolete due to a third of the population being able to fly’ thing. And you’re working around that. Someday, you’ll be the best delivery pony in all of Equestria.
As you arrive at the office, you open it up with your key (given only to the most trusted members of the establishment. And people who work when the building is closed.) and make your way inside. The halls, usually lit up are dark with only the stray light kept on for the poor souls who don’t work when things are normally illuminated. You creep through, keeping yourself quiet for some reason you can’t quite fully explain.
Your thoughts of melancholy are interrupt by hoof grabbing your whither, icy cold.
>>26354376
Jump
>>26354376
give out a high pitched yelp
>>26354376
Scream like a girl.
>>26354376
>>26354391
>>26354403
>>26354417
All of the above.
As you feel the hoof touch you, you turn leap, turning around as you let loose a high-pitched yelp of fear. As you come to your senses a bit, you see… Nothing, then you look down and see a tiny mare sitting there, wrapped up in a jacket and two scarves. She must be sweltering under there, you’re impressed she can even stay conscious with how cold she must be.
“Are you Load Delivery?” She asks, adjusting her large, rounded glasses. She’s got a icy-blue coat and a white mane tied back into two pigtails. “My name is Chilly Day, I’m your senior partner. It’s going to be dangerous, so we’re going to want to help you get ready. Come on.” She starts off down the hallway.
Anything to say as you walk along?
>>26354566
Dangerous? Where are we delivering this package?
>>26354566
Did you see that ludicrous display last night?
>>26354594
This, and compliment her nice tnetennba.
Also >>26354571
>>26354566
what do we need to do in order to be ready?
>>26354614
as well as this inform her that I came to work that day to drink milk and deliver packages and that I'm all out of milk.
>>26354594
>>26354614
Am I missing something? I don't get these commands.
>>26354650
Have you tried turning it off and on again?
>>26354650
you are missing something yes.
“Dangerous?” You say, not quite understanding. “I don’t get it. Where are we delivering to?”
“It’s your first night, so you should be thankful you got off easy,” she says, opening a door and flicking on a couple of light switches. You see what looks like a stereotypical mail room, albeit much emptier and cleaner than normal, and without the usual hustle and bustle of a daily mail rush.
She slowly starts to discard her clothes, slipping off her scarves, hats, and apparently two jacket with a look of extreme regret. You see her shivering lightly as she pulls on the khaki polo shirt and matching cap that makes up the standard postal delivery uniform, and grabs one of the scarves to wrap around herself again. “We’ve got one package to deliver to Friesling Lane.”
You mentally run a check. That’s a couple of miles away… It’s kind of bizarre that they’d hire a couple of ponies for an entire shift if that was what they needed done. Oh well, free money. “Pff,” you say flippantly. “I came here to drink milk and deliver packages, and I’m all out of milk.”
She regards you with a deadpan expression for just a moment then rolls her eyes and walks towards a large cabinet, standing on her hind hooves to open it up.
“So, uh, did you see that big display last night?” You ask, trying to strike up a bit of a conversation.
“What display?” She asks with some confusion, looking back at you.
>>26354737
"The hoofball match between the.. two teams that played.. nevermind. Tell me again, why is this going to be dangerous? The "statistically most accidents happen at home, so staying home is dangerous" kind of dangerous or actually "dangerous" dangerous?
>>26354737
Do you need help?
>>26354737
"what was Walcolt thinking of?" ignore her attempts at conversation and just talk about hoofball.
good night.
seems to be another interesting quest so far
“Just some hoofball game,” you say. “A big, important one, where two sides… never mind. Do you need help?” She looks back at you and up at the lock she’s trying desperately to undo, keys in her mouth, and not using her telekinesis for some reason. Her face goes a little bit purple and she blushes. “I could… use the help.”
You step over and she scrambles up onto your back and carefully puts the keys into the lock, then opens up the door, and starts to sort through a variety of packages thoughtfully. “So…” You continue. “When you say most dangerous, you mean like, ‘most accidents happen in the bathroom dangerous, right?”
“Oh no,” she says, shaking her head. “I fully expect that you’ll be dead within the month.”
>>26355112
What kinda stuff we delivering here?
>>26355112
what the heck? what kind of job is this? I thought we were just delivering things.
also how long has she been working here and what are some tips she can give us?
>>26355112
"How optimistic. Why is it so dangerous anyway?"
“What?” You say, somewhat incredulous. “What kind of job did I sign up for?”
She chuckles. “Never worked the night shift anywhere, have you? You’ve lost the Sun’s Protection, and now you’re in the Realm of the Night.” She pats you on the head gently from atop your back. “Don’t worry about it. Odds are that your death will be quick and painless. Oh, and if you survive, you’ll be a badass.
“C-can you give me any hints?” You ask, looking around and shifting from side to side nervously. She pauses to consider, tapping her hoof on one chin thoughtfully.
“Eeeeh,” she says with a shrug. “I mean, uh. Don’t die is an obvious one. I’ll give you more tips as we go along. It’s a ‘learning by doing sort of thing.”
“What’s so important that we have to do this at night, if it’s so dangerous?”
She looks the box up and down. “A ‘My Little Primate’ onahole,” she says. “Well, to each their own. Let’s get going.” She starts off down the hall at a brisk pace.
>>26355301
Gross. Guess let's get to it.
>>26355301
...the lengths some go to for their sex toys.
Do we own any sex toys?
>>26355351
I'll let you guys decide.
>>26355301
Let's follow her. Stick close!
>>26355404
We've thought about buying one, but haven't the will to do it.
[/spoiler]Extra embarrassment if it's a dildo. But any one works[/spoiler]
You walk quickly, managing to keep up with her thanks to the superior power of legs that can’t easily be described as stubby. She seems frightfully annoyed by this and tries to increase your pace, only to be defeated by her diminuitive size.
“Dang,” you say. “The lengths some people will go to for their sexy toys…”
She shrugged. “It’s only like a five-bit fee to get it delivered at night. Most people just don’t do it because they don’t need it desperately.” What that says about this particular guy, she doesn’t seem willing to comment on. Nevertheless, you’ve arrived at the doors, which she opens to reveal…
Terror. Its the best word you can use to describe what awaits you. The night is dark, but it had never seemed quite so dark before, like the dim point of light in the area are being attacked by every other point. Your eyes blink but can barely see anything. And the fog, it covers every square foot of the street, making visibility all but impossible. Most of it is white, but you see the dim glow of green and yellow far off down the street.
“Take a moment,” Chilly said, finally not shivering for once. “You’re going to be marked tonight. I suggest that you make sure its one you’re happy with. So try not to piss yourself.”
>>26355659
Marked?
>>26355659
Marked by what?
also I'm glad we have path finder.
>>26355659
What am I going to be marked with?
Do I get to choose?
>>26355669
>>26355689
>>26355761
“Marked,” you say, hovering around the edge of the mist but not quite ready to take a plunge. “What do you mean by marked?”
“You’re gonna fuck up or something’s gonna go wrong,” she said. “It’ll happen. You’re gonna get weird-ass super powers, but it’s also gonna fundamentally change you. It’ll happen. Trust me.” She shrugged. “Afterwards, things change. You’re gonna want to be awake like all of the time, you’re gonna find the sun mildly annoying, but you’ll also get way better at your job. Come on. Stay in the white fog if you can.” She trotted off into the white fog, not even glancing back to make sure you were following.
>>26355835
Go after her then. Does that mean we can get the perks from the beginning? I hope so!
>>26355835
So I'm gonna be like a vampire?
It's getting late. I'll start up again in 14 hours.
>>26355990
pretty good start. Let's hope we can deliver this package next time.
>>26356071
>deliver this package
>>26355925
Sounds like we're gonna be like a super-powered bat pony without the general appearance
so do you think we're going to end up wishing we went with the endless endurance when we're running away from spooky monsters in the dark?
>>26356604
>running away
Actually with the kind of implications we already have, it's more likely we'll need stamina for fucking in the dark.
I hope we become very rich!
just 9 more hours to go.
boop
It's 2016 and Clover still doesn't show the actual page so...
Blind bump I guess
>>26358936
It's a pain, yeah.
qmud
“So I’m gonna be a vampire?” You say incredulously, struggling to keep up with her. Her outline is rather wavery in the fog but you step quickly and lightly, not wanting to be alone. The city itself seems untouched, what you can make out of the budilings. There’s just a whole lot more in it.
“Hardly,” she says with a derisive tone. “Vampires were probably based upon the myth, but you are not likely to turn into a bat-pony or suddenly be more attractive to mares.” You pout slightly at that, but she continues: “No, its a tweak to your magical signature. You gain more power, but power always comes at a cost.”
As you entire the alley she’s taking you down (a path that doesn’t seem to go the most direct route to your destination, you mentally note) you see something as the fog lifts slightly, leaving you with a peculiar sight: tentacles. Long, black ones, writhing and glistening in the scant light you can make out. They extend from the walls and reach almost the length of the alleyway. Chilly seems to have been expecting them and steps over one quickly, ignoring it entirely.
>>26360607
Follow her lead, I guess.
>>26360607
Don't wanna touch that.
Don't touch that.
>>26360607
Please don't get viciously hefted into the air and torn in half.
>>26360607
>You are not turning into a vampire or a bat-pony
Thank fucking god for that. There's already two shitty and meme-filled CYOAs like that.
You carefully step over one of the tentacles, careful not to let the thing touch you. “Please no lifting into air and ripping in half,” you mutter. She snorts at you as she hops over another one. Unfortunately, in her efforts to appear nonchalant, her tail, rather long (especially for her small stature) drags itself across the tentacle. In seconds, it snaps to action swirling around the tail and yanking it hard. She yelps and scrambles, being swung into the air and dangling like a pendulum. Not for long, though: the other tentacles start to wriggle and make their way towards them.
“Help!” She squeaks. She tries to curl up and aim her horn at the tentacle currently gripping her. She manages to shoot out a bolt of light that freezes the tentacle solid, but it’s now stuck holding her, completely frozen, while the other tentacles start to wrap around her limbs.
>>26360689
Earth pony strength punch the frozen tentacle.
>>26360689
It's tentacle rape, isn't it?
Anyway, go after the one holding her up. Bite it, or something.Of course, we could just watch, but that's not something you do on your first day
>>26360707Yes it is. That's how you learn.
>>26360689
So is this the part of training where we learn what not to do?
>>26360689
Buck that frozen tentacle hard, it might just be enough to break it in 2 and get her free
You dash over to the frozen tentacle and swerve around, back legs flying out for a might buck. Your earth. pony. strength. quickly allows you strike to strike it, and a vast crack appears in the trunk of the thing. You rear back once more, but your eyes remain fixed on what’s happening above, as the tentacles start to quickly… Oh my.
One of them slides up to the rear of the pony hanging upside down and quickly slips inside of her, and the mare’s face goes bright red as she feels this, wriggle around ineffectually. You quickly rear back and back again, and the cracks proliferate, but not fast enough to stop as as a second tentacle makes its way towards her mouth and forces its way into her throat, pulsing and pumping in and out at a rapid gait. Chilly can’t help but let out a high pitched moan as she feels this.
You quickly give the tentacle a third back, and the whole thing shatters at once. The other tentacles, not really in a position to hold her up, slip out of her as she begins to fall down towards the ground. At about half a story, she won’t be very badly hurt if she doesn’t get caught, but you jump forward anyway, catching her nimbly on your back.
She’s huffing and puffing rather heavily, her face flush red. “Th-thanks,” she said. “Last time… they had me for hours.”
>>26360876
This job just got a lot more interesting.
What's next, spiders?
“This job just got a lot more interesting... So what’s next?” You say, hustling along and avoiding any further tentacles. Your long legs make it much easier to step over them, and you keep your tail much shorter than she does. “Spiders?”
“Oh, um…” She says, then coughs. Sitting down on your back she does her best to resume some semblance of cool. Which reminds you, holy crap she’s is freezing. Its like her entire body is one giant-ass ice cubes. “Well… Alright. There are three paths we can take. The first is the yellow fog, which tends to induce nightmares. The second is the red fog, which induces rage. And the third is the blue fog, which induces depression. You’re gonna have to pick one to make it through. I can take all of them. Unfortunately, there’s no white fog this time.”
You stop at the edge of the alleyway and see the three fogs that she’s referring to, noting them each with a bit of concern. It looks like you’re going to need to make a decision though: which one do you take?
>>26361046
Nightmares.
>>26361046
We should take whatever is the shortest path to our destination is because we'll deal with that fog less. Hopefully at least.
nightmares get my vote though.
>>26361046
Nightmares
You take a look at each of them. Nightmares don’t sound so bad, you think. At least Nightmares can’t hurt you, right? Quickly, you check to see if its the quickest path, but your mental map returns some strange results… All of the paths lead in different directions, but they’re the same distance to the final result.
Nightmares it is, then. You quickly make your way forward into the yellow mist and start to walk. And walk. And walk. You keep walking and your map tells you you’ve just been going forward and will eventually make it there. There’s no physical path anymore, just the walking.
And your brain becomes empty. You forget about the walk itself. You forget about the distance, the journey. Eventually, you’re nothing more than a small sphere of light walking down an endless expanse. So eventually you start to think, like its all you can do.
What are you afraid of?
>>26361214
It's more abstract, but I'm afraid of losing my mind.
Fear of being insane.
Also lobotomies.
>>26361214
barking dogs? delivery guys are sometimes afraid of them.
We're terrified of being left alone after a terrible accident injured us as a child and we had to miss out on the school's trip to see the Chilly McCool concert. All the kids made fun of us when we got back because we didn't have any of the sweet swag.Nothing is worse than being left out
>>26361271
That's edgy
>>26361283
It'd be edgy if we lost limb or functionality.
Bad accidents that make you miss a week of school aren't edgy.
WAKE ME UP
All of the above.
how about being afraid of zombies or ghosts? we can also be afraid of hydras and being eaten.
I thought of a great fear! a crying colt and filly because the toy they really want still never arrived. we're afraid of not delivering !
Alright so we have
>Fear of being left out/Alone
>Fear of failure at our job.
>Fear of insanity.
http://strawpoll.me/6735923
>>26361349
Why not all of them? People can be afraid of more than one thing
And then, all at once, you’re back. Running… Running late. The clocks, a thousand clocks, a million clocks, all chiming letting you know how late you are. You run faster and faster, you can see the door, see the address, but every step is taking you further and further away. There’s a child. You look down at the package, it’s a toy, and the child is crying, weeping. Then you look at your legs and every step is cracking them, shattering them and you can’t stop running but every step is shattering you more and more, the cracks spreading all of you. And then you take one step too many and you’re breaking, broken, nothing more than cracks.
You awake with a jolt. You look around for a second, map taking a moment to recalibrate. Gasping and wheezing, you notice Chilly is patting you on the back. “Breath,” she says. “Calm the fuck down.” She says. “You’ve been marked.”
>>26361751
I'm going to be ok right?
You look around desperately, and notice something different about Chilly. Along her neck, two glowing, golden icicles have been etched on like some one of tattoo… You look down at yourself and see lines up and down your legs. Crack marks. You huff and puff but slowly calm down.
“I’m… I’m gonna be okay, right?” You ask her, a touch of panic leaking into your voice.
She nods. “Yeah, don’t worry. Most people are a little bit frazzled after their marking. And hey, you even got through the mist okay. Just be careful, you’re going to randomly start doing some stuff that you couldn’t before, and its gonna make those sorts of feelings come back. For me, I get really cold whenever I use my power… but that was a different fog altogether.”
Any questions?
>>26361972
what powers do you have?
“What powers do you have?” You ask, still gasping for breath as you slowly recover.
“Ice,” she said. “It makes me cold. In more ways than one.” She seems reluctant to talk about it, and hops off your back. “Be careful using your powers,” she warned. “It’s going to suck.”
You need and stand up, following after her.
Any other conversation?
>>26362197
I wonder if this means we can break things easily or a super strength upgrade. Use too much and we "crack"
Can't think of any questions. So let's keep walking.
I realize that our "power" might be able to run faster.
“Hm… Maybe my power is breaking stuff? I dunno.” You shrug.
“Maybe,” she suggests as you wind your way down an alley. They’ll crop up, trust me. For now we’ve got to…” She stops dead in the middle of walking and you stop just short of bumping into her, looking at whatever has caught her attention. And then you see them.
Slowly creeping through the dreary mists, walk towards with unseeing eyes and moans making their way through the mists. ZOMBIES. Dozens of them. Your heart is stricken with fear. You’re not sure what to do. They seem an implacable mass as they make their way towards you and…
Make their way towards you and…
Uh…
They’re taking a while...
>>26362437
Go around them. Or can we just walk by them quickly.
Okay guys I need a bit of feedback? Who the fuck is here, who's enjoying this? Should I just scrap this and try again?
>>26362437
Run on top of the zombies.
>>26362621
I'm here. I find it pretty enjoyable but also a little slow though that's probably because this is just the first night that we're working and it's like a tutorial of things we need to deal with in the future.
Wondering what a night by ourselves will be like or maybe nights where we have to deliver three packages in order to get a lot of money and or experience.
I like chilly day.
“Can we just go through them?” You ask, looking at the zombies as they slowly push forward, each of them moaning in their incoherent, zombie-ish way.
Chilly shrugs. “Sure,” she says, then stops forward, but then stops as she notices the sheer size of the crowd. “Hm…” She says, trotting back as the zombies incredibly slowly continue on towards you with the speed of molasses. Terror-molasses.
“There’s kind of a lot of them,” she says. “Dunno. We can go around them, but it’ll take a while.”
“Wait a second…” You say, looking at them. They only seem very dimly aware of everything around them, and you smile as a devious idea slowly dawns upon you. You pick up Chilly (much her to unamusement) and walk towards the much, which shifts towards you ever so slightly.
>>26362887
Next, you jump up on one. The zombie turns his head, opens his mouth, leaning in to gnaw on you, but by the time his teeth even begin to close, you’ve hopped to the next one, which starts to repeat the new process.
You start to hop from zombie to zombie. Who knew that slowly, unintelligent monsters could be so unfrightening? Of course, as you think that, something goes wrong. You land rather poorly on one of the zombies and slip a little bit, hooves struggling to gain purchase on a particularly thin zombie’s back and slip towards the ground.
You yelp as you fall to the ground and the zombies slowly turn to face you. Much more threatening in mass, the crowd slowly starts to push towards you, crowding around to get a taste of your sweet sweet flesh.
>>26362621
Just because a lot of people aren't replying doesn't mean you don't have people reading.
It usually means that people agree with the suggestions already posted and therefore have no need to post. Even Res gets only one reply sometimes.
>>26362896
Try to push through them.
Try not to get raped by zombies.
>>26362896
Go under them! Dive towards ones legs!
Moving quickly, you grab Chilly and leap underneath one particularly large one, and end up underneath it and…
Huh. You could have sworn these were zombies, not skeletons, but here you find yourself looking at a particularly large bone. You only allow it to distract you for a second before you start up again, pushing with a mighty heave and surging forward. You can dimly see your legs start to glow as you charge forward, and quickly, something feels different.
You’re slightly less a pony as you move forward, Chilly and package in tow. You feel more like a force, and the zombies can scarcely touch as you go. Implacable. Unstoppable. You surge forward and the zombies all part under your hoof. You black out for a bit as you push and before you know it, you’re on the other side.
And you feel a deep, abiding need to keep on moving. You feel almost energized, a sense of endless motivation to just get this job done. You’re about to start running before you here. “Um… Package?”
Glancing back, you see the large mass a bit further away, and a solitary zombie a bit closer. And underneath this large zombie is Chilly, who’s face has gone all purple again as it vigorously humps her.
>>26363207
walk to the side of the zombie and buck it off chilly.
>>26363207
Why is everything so... Lewd at night?
>>26363207
There's a temptation to just let myself get caught be the next thing
You step up to the zombie who is rather… affixed on her, and start your standard suite of kicking, though a really big part of you is very annoyed that you have to stop your quest for just this. “Why is everything so… lewd at night?” You ask, rearing back before slamming your hindlegs into the zombie. It barely even registers it. Luckily you have some time before the horde gets here. Like, a lot of time.
“It doesn’t happen to everyone,” Chilly says, gritting her teeth. “There’s this theory, unf, that the night reflects your, mmm, darkest desires.” She glares at you. “Don’t read too deep into it.”
“Hey, don’t worry about it,” you note, giving the zombie a second buck. “At this point, I’m almost tempted to let myself get caught by the next thing just to have some fun myself.” She looks away from you, glasses a little fogged up, probably unable to tell if you’re making fun off her.
You buck the zombie again with limited success. It just seems to be absorbing most of the shock. What’s the plan?
>>26363465
Pull chilly out from under the zombie when he's pulling out?
>>26363465
It's morning where I am. You just happened to start while I was sleeping.
Pull her out, or break the ground under them?
Honestly though, them being Zombies, wouldn't their bodies be rotting meat and smell like it too? Chilly seems just mildly annoyed at the whole thing.
Could we get a breakdown of our new power? Or do we have to discover it ourselves?
You wait until he pushes in and grab her hooves, then when he rears back, you give her a mighty tug and she slips out from underneath him with a yelp. As she stands up, you notice an off-white, slightly yellow liquid leaking out from behind her and she looks relieved. At least in one way.
“Aren’t zombies just kind of rotting flesh?” You ask as the two of your walk at a slow pace away from the hoard that pursues at the pace of a particularly angry tortoise. “That’s kind of gross…”
She shrugs. “They have the bits they need to, and its never that gross… I guess if its is reflecting some weird pent-up desire I have it’s doing so kind of humanely?” She continued on. “Don’t think about it.”
“Alright... “ You say. “So is there any sort of guide I can get to my new powers?”
“Nah,” she said. “They’re always changing, adjusting. They usually focus around a single concept, though, and higher level abilities generally gravitate around that idea.”
“I guess that makes sense.” You respond. “I just got to figure it out, I guess.”
Finally, you arrive at a small house. “Do you want to do the honors?” Chilly asked. “It is your first delivery after all.” She proffers the package and clipboard over to you.
>>26363659
Ring that doorbell
>>26363659
Yeah sure. Knock on the door and give the package to it's recipient
>>26363659
>Humanely
Triggered and dropped
jk
>>26363659
What's the house look like? You can learn things about people, depending on the kind of stuff they leave outside.
Also,
>off-white, slightly yellow liquid leaking out
pus-cum, Nasty.
You shrug and grab the package, knocking on the door. There’s a brief pause before a pegasus stallion opens the door, hair unkempt and thick goggles affixed to his face.
“HerdEx” you say as brightly as you can imagine. “Night delivery for one Unsavory Sort?” The pony looks back at you and nods.
“D-d-d-do you have the… i-i-i-item?” He asks, hooves rubbing together. You’re somewhat reluctant to let him touch your clipboard, but you hand it over for the signature. “Sign here,” you say. “And, um. Enjoy.” With that you hand the clipboard over and ignore the relative stickiness of the clipboard as you pick it up again. The door shuts and Chilly turns to face you. “Alright,” she says. “That wasn’t so bad, was it? Let’s go hang out at the Night Owl.”
>>26363793
What's the night owl and how far is it?
>>26363793
Sure.
We headed through more monsters on the way there?
>>26363752
This is the only problem I've seen so far
The writing is pretty good but the surroundings feel left out
>>26363793
He was a little creepy.
Where is the Night owl?
“He… was a little creepy,” you expertly observe. “Where’s the Night Owl? Are we going to have to deal with more, um, things in order to get there?”
She shrugs. “It’s just a couple of blocks away. And yeah, but nothing we can’t handle. Plus, its not like you’ve been particularly roughed up.”
As she talks you get a better look at the house. It’s a very small house, sandwiched in between two other ones, with a strangely out-of-place feeling to it. Almost like someone said ‘this is a good place for a house’ in a gap between two much bigger buildings and ignored anyone who told them otherwise. There are a few trashbags filled to the brim on either side of the door, which fits with the sheer amount of stuff inside the house that you saw. Not messy, persay, more just “full”.
>>26364002
Kay, let's get going.
>>26364002
Well then let's go. Are all our customers usually like that?
>>26364002
Seems like one of those old brick houses. Then again, I just got the impression that the neighbourhood was that way.
Is there a sign or something? We'll probably have to make our way back here by ourselves eventually, so might as well remember it.
“Sure,” you say. “I guess we can’t just hang around outside all night or stay still ‘til morning.”
“Of course not,” Chilly says with a huff as she starts off down the streets. “That’s how the streetsnakes get you.” There’s no tone of humor to her voice, but that could just be be how she comes across. You’re not quite certain.
With that settled you started down the street to your destination, following along. You’re not quite sure you’ve seen this area of the town before, though its right there in your mental map. Its a strange mixture of the old and the new, massive buildings with a ton of tinier older structures in between, or a few elder mansions. You’re not quite sure what to make of this, and your eyes catch a street-sign. “Nightside” it reads.
You’ve entered a strange world here.
How are you doing? What do you feel?
>>26364264
We're doing fine and a bit happy since we delivered the package. A little aroused from seeing chilly getting fucked.
>>26364264
Kinda confused about the whole thing. Clearly, some have died before, but she said the night reflects one's inner fears?
And so much trouble just to deliver a package to a stallion. Zombies(were they really the rotting flesh kind, or the mindless drone but still not decomposed kind?) and tentacles. That rape you. I mean, with how much trouble the place has, you'd think you'd see some more of the guard around here.
I think we need a drink.
You decide you feel pretty good right now. So far, you’ve managed the first package (and overall things are pretty damn crazy in this job, by the looks of it) and you helped Chilly out twice so far. Speaking of her, seeing her on the business end of something phallic twice today has got you a bit randy, but nothing you can’t handle. For now.
A sudden pink mist rolls over you, and in seconds you find your sight obscured. Just a second, though, and its gone… but so is Chilly. You glance around and see a building right there that you’re fairly certain wasn’t there a few seconds ago, a Prench cafe with low lights and a couple of mares sitting next to the table. It seems like a classy place but not overtly snobby, the kind of place you get a “real” cup of coffee and don’t have to listen to hipsters brag about it, but a bit small, all but dwarfed by a nearby parking garage.
Upon seeing your they immediately stand up and make their way over to you. You see two mares: on an Earth pony and the other a pegasus, both of them the picture of the curvaceous mares with rocking hips and a gorgeous face, with just the perfect touch of make-up to accentuate their features.
“Oh my,” one of them says in a dusky tone. “I haven’t seen you in this part of town. What’s your name, cutie?”
>>26364600
That's because you've never been here before. Tell them your name and ask if they know where chilly is.
Let's also ask what this building is and if they know where the night owl is.
“Well, I’ve, uh, never been around here before,” you say. “I just lost my friend, Chilly Day? We were headed to the Night Owl. Can you point me to either.
Before you know it, you’ve got a mare on either said of you, silky-soft coats rubbing up and down. “Oh, certainly,” the earth pony says, with a soft rose coat and a golden mane says. “But first, would you like to have a cup of coffee with us?”
The pegasus, a lighter purple pony with a darker purple mane, drapes a wing over your back. “Yes, the coffee is lovely, and we’ll pay,” she says. “Come on, then we’ll show you right to the Night Owl.”
>>26364820
One quick cup of coffee should be alright. you mares are quite nice and friendly aren't you?
>>26364820
They sound pretty suspicious, but I'm probably the only one that thinks that way
>>26364904
Oh they're suspicious as hell and they want us to drink coffee though we can't just start freaking out. If they try to make us stay a long time or drink another cup of coffee then we have something to worry about.
>>26364820
Apologise and say you have to hurry. Technically still on the job, you know.
But get their names, and say we'll look for them once we have time.Won't be surprised if they've got bad stuff planned for us
>>26364921
>Sip coffee
>Black out
I'm calling it
>>26364820
Go with them. What's the harm, right?
>>26364938
well crap now you want me to just run away. I was hoping we would be able to take at least one sip and notice that the coffee taste funny.
>>26364938
Bill Cosby pls.
http://strawpoll.me/6739060
Go with them?
so who agrees with me on the assessment that every delivery pony before us got fucked to death?
>>26364993
Do I know it's a trap caused by the pink smoke? Yes.
Was I serious about getting caught by the next thing? Yes.
“Well…” You say, looking back at the road for a second, then back at the ponies. “Alright. Just a cup of coffee… and then you’ll take me there.” The mares giggle happily and lead you back over to the table, where you are quickly seated and the pegasus trots inside, while the earth pony flutters her eyelids at you. In a few seconds the pegasus mare returns and joins her friend in staring intently at you.
“Go on,” she says. “It’s imported.” The pegasus reaches over and takes slips it from you, showing surprising dexterity with a wing as she carries it over to herself and takes a sip. They slide the cup over to you and smile.
>>26365178
Drink the roofie.
>>26365178
take a sip yourself. hope it's the "start feeling hot" aphrodisiac.
You feel like you’ve got a funny feeling you know what this is as you tip the cup back and take a few gulps. And you’re right as a straight line of fire spreads over your body and your dick suddenly springs to attention, rock-hard and you almost choke on the coffee from the sheer sensation. The mares immediately giggle as they slide around the table and start to rub up against you, every touch sending electric tingles through you.
“My, how lucky,” the earth mare says. “I was just hoping to get some creamer for my coffee…”
The pegasus giggles and her hand starts to slip down your side. “Yes, that is lucky. Maybe I could just drink some cream instead.”
The earth mare leans in and starts to nibble at your ear. The pegasus leans in and whispers. “Whaddya say? Maybe you could help us out?”
>>26365396
Y-you too
>>26365396
>her hand, not her hoof
try to resist! ask if they don't usually have cream here? plus you don't HAVE any cream.
>>26365396
If we die from this, I'm blaming you guys.
Try to stay focused. is there anyone else around?
And this is a good stopping point for now. Tune in next time, same bat-time. Same bat channel.
>>26365553
Also, shoot questions if you have any.
>>26365553
dammit, it was getting good too.
I'm starting to see the benefits of the other skills in the beginning of the game. Can we get them later as the game progresses and we become a better delivery pony?
do you have any idea what use money will be in this game?
do you have an end state?
>>26365586
I was totally burned out on ideas, so I basically was like "hey, lets do something about ponies delivering shit at night" and let it rapidly morph.
Thus far I can think of a couple of examples where things might have been useful, for example shipping manifest would have let you know exactly what the mares want.
I'm considering letting you guys get the other upgrades later. It'll probably happen.
I was going to give you guys a bitcount, but with Budgeting its going to be "assumed infinite until you guys start to abuse it".
I have the vague thoughts of an endstate but nothing concrete.
>>26365618
It's morphed pretty well in my opinion. It's shaping up to be a lot of fun.
one end state could be getting chilly to "warm up" to you. ha.
that or we've proved to be a very good delivery pony even though we're an earth pony.
if the city were to lose power should our characters be very worried?
>>26365663
That will probably come up at some point.
>>26365568
So if the lewd stuff is happening because of Chilly, could we do the same? Or what about the effect of any of the other characters we will meet?
Because horny monsters are much better than murderous monsters
>>26365678
Other partners you are going to get will in fact shift things around. So far I'm planning for combat partners, puzzle partner, and weird partner, but I might switch things around.
Your own desires will in fact slant things, too. But you can't think "I want lewd monsters so I don't die" because this preys upon the subconscious.
Elements of all of those things will probably appear regardless of who/what you want.
>>26365692
Will we get to gain more perks and other RPG stuff?Give us a hint of who we're going to meet next?
>>26365692
were those zombies the spirits of all the lost delivery ponies?
would it be a spoiler to say how long chilly has been working here and what her success rate of delivering packages is?
puzzle I can imagine easily, flipping switches, putting heavy items on pressure plates and putting things in the right order but what do you have for combat? just straight up fighting that we have to worry about dying?
can lewd kill us?
>>26365759
You're going to meet one of the prospective partners at the Night Owl. The violent pegasus.
Your power will increase, though I haven't determined exactly how its going to work. You'll get a lot better once you get how your mark works.
we should enjoy ourselves since this is probably just a hallucination anyway.
or maybe we were transported?
Let's help them out. They probably really like cream.
Have a good night bump! This will turn out fine unless the other mares we saw will want cream too.
Interesting.
this is totally spoopy guys.
Suddenly, a part of your brain is screaming that something is very wrong, and you find yourself trying to resist. “D-doesn’t this place have cream on it’s own?” You ask, starting to scoot back from the table, figuring you might make a run for it. Unfortunately, scooting back only frees up your groin for the lusty mares to get a better look and touch at it, and its literal seconds before their hooves are slipping all over your shaft, the softer underpart of the pegasus trailing up and down the bottom of your shaft while the Earth mare giggles and pokes with the stiffer point of her hoof and trials it up and down the top.
“Don’t worry about it,” The Earth mare says, standing up on her hind legs. She drapes herself across your shoulders, forelegs stretching so that she can keep in contact with your cock. Meanwhile, the pegasus mare is lying at your hooves in the best vantage point she can manage to drool all over your dick. Literally, as her tongue flops out and she starts to start in on your dick, carefully licking the head while it flares under the affectionate attention. The Earth mare withdraws her hoof and simply hugs around her, rubbing her chest tuft up against your neck while she nibbles playfully at your ear.
As though giving your dick a tongue bath, the mare down below moves downward, tip of her tongue finding every vein and free inch to give it attention while she continues downward, intermixed with “mmms” as she gets more of your musky taste. Eventually, the Earth mare can’t contain herself either, and slide down in front of you. Unlike the pegasus mare, she has no more patience, and her mouth simply wraps around the tip of your dick and she pushes herself down expertly, the warmth and wetness of her mouth encompassing your dick while the pegasus mare finally arrives at your balls.
[1/2]
>>26370307
She cradles them lovingly in her mouth, sucking first one in, and then another until she looks something like a chipmunk her mouth is so back, gurgling all the while, and the Earth mare getting up on top of her as she pushes herself further and further down your shaft. Earth pony endurance does a lot for you, but this is a bit more than you’re ready for and with a grunt, you cum, cock twitching and shooting out your spunk. The Earth mare’s eyes widen happily, and the Pegasus mare quickly (but not too quickly, so as to avoid hurting you) pulls off of your balls with a pop,
Regretfully, the Earth mare finally pull off of your dick as your emission slowly comes to a halt, the pegasus mare immediately goes in for a kiss, both of their faces flush as they do so. This goes on for a while, both of the mares going at it with each other, almost as if you’re not there for a moment, but eventually they pull away, a single line of saliva trailing in between their mouths.
“That was the best meal I’ve had in ages,” the Earth mare says. Huh, that’s funny it almost looks like… Well, you hadn’t seen it before now, but on the tip of both of their heads were two cute little red horns, and they don’t have normal tails… rather thin, wiry red ones with spades at the very edge.
[2/2]Word count right now is 5666.
>>26370317
Oh dear, succubi.
Well ladies, now that we've had our fun, I must get going.
>>26370317
Those weren't there before. Alright, a deals a deal. I had coffee and you had cream. Can you take me to the night owl now?
>>26370353
>>26370343
You try to stand up but struggle, and you notice that the crack-etchings along your legs have gone almost entirely black, only a flicker of gold among them. Eventually you make it to your hooves and look at the succubi in front of you. “Well ladies…” You murmur. “You had your fun. I had coffee… You had cream… I should… really go now. Can you show me to the, uh, Night Owl place thingie?”
The two succubi glance at you and look back at each other. “I don’t know…” the pegasus says, bouncing from one hoof to the other. “He was really fun and really tasty, too… Are you sure we can’t play with him just a little bit longer.”
The Earth mare strokes her mane a bit. “Hush now,” she said. “Look at him, he’s obviously new to the Night Side, we’d just suck him dry. No, we’ll have to let him go for now, and when he’s got more energy back, then we can play with him more, okay?”
The pegasus pouts but nods, and the two mares take up a position on either side of you and three of you start to walk down the street once more. They’re incredibly warm, radiating all sorts of heat, which is good because you’d probably pass out if you were walking on your own. They hum cheerily and continue to rub up against you and stroke at you casually as you go down the way.
>>26370508
Oh wow, I can't believe they're actually guiding us. Thanks ladies your cool. Even if you did take tattoo energy. Whatever that means.
“W-wow,” you say, a little bit of feeling slowly returning as they guide you along. “Not gonna lie… didn’t entirely expect you to actually guide me here.”
They look at each other and shrug. “Well, we may be monsters,” the pegasus says. “But I mean, we’re not all bad. We just need to it, and doesn’t get all of that yummy energy sucked out of your dick just feel great?”
“Oh, don’t worry too much about us,” the Earth mare picks up. “We just put a few people off. People panicking about stealing souls and stuff like that. The absolute most I’ve done is put someone into a coma for a couple of days… and they were absolutely fine! I even paid for the hospital bill myself.”
The fog, oddly enough, seems to part around them (and you, by extension). You can see a flurry of colors as you all walk through it, but nothing comes close enough to really start impairing you.
>>26370698
If they're feeling talkative then ask how you ended up in front of their building in the first place. The last thing you remember was a pink fog.
“How did I end up here, anyway?” You asked. “That building wasn’t there, and then the pink fog rolled in…” You look around. “And most of the other places look about the same.. but that cafe wasn’t there.”
“Moving around is… tricky in the night,” the succubus noted. “The physical locations, there all still there, but from the looks of it…” She pointed your hooves, and more importantly the tattoos sitting around them. “You can already tell that sometimes things aren’t quite as physical as they seem. I’m surprised you haven’t gotten lost yet… It’s pretty impressive for a normie, er a former daytimer to be so good.”
“It’s a bit of a specialty of mine,” you say with a shrug. “If I had the address to the Night Owl, I could have found it on my own, and once I’ve been there, I’ll be able to find it again pretty easy.:
“Mmm… Just be careful,” the Earth mare says. “Over-reliance on the physical world can leave you a bit in harm’s way… But if you ever need a place to stay, roll around this place and you’ll almost certainly find us. We’ll let you relax for a spell… for a price.”
>>26371001
More cream? I'll keep that in mind then if I need a safe place at night.
“You mean like… more cream?” You ask, eyes naturally straying back to look at their flanks as they walked along, casually bouncing back and forth. “I, um, think I’ll keep that in mind.” The mares giggle and response and nuzzle up to you all the more as you walk forward.
Finally, you arrive at what looks like a diner, a 24-hour one. It’s surprisingly clean, although everything seems about thirty years out of date. A sign proudly proclaims it to be the Night Owl, “Open 24 hours at night, half off after midnight”. The succubi detach themselves from you as you head towards the diner. “We’ll see you later, cutie,” the Earth mare says. The pegasus mare simply gives you a swat on the flank.
Waving goodbye, you enter the diner and find it surprisingly full. It’s got a very 80’s feel to it, with everything well-taken care of and way past its prime, and a couple of ponies buzz back and forth taking care of orders and the like at a frenetic pace. Glancing around for a moment, you see a couple of open booths, and a seat at the bar. Oddly enough, Chilly isn’t present quite yet.
What do you?
>>26371258
sit at a booth and wait for a waiter? Do we even have any money on us? if so we can buy two hay burgers and two drinks. Then we wait for chilly I guess.
You take a seat in one of the booths, surprisingly comfortable, if a bit overused. You poke at the menu in front of you for a couple of minutes, mostly fairly standard fair, but in a nice twist they use real pictures of their food and it still looks pretty good. Eventually a unicorn on rollerskates swings by and comes to a stop. Getting a quick look at her, you see that despite her smile there are three golden tear tattoos trailing down either side of her face. Other than that, she’s cream (not white, CREAM) with a blue mane and a white smile.
“Hi!” She says, and the sheer chippiness almost makes you a little more grumpy. “What can I get for you today? And what’s your name? I don’t think I’ve seen you around.”
“I’m, uh, Package Handler,” you say. “And can I get two of the number 1 combos with a cola on both of the drinks.”
“Absolutely!” The mare chirps, doing and artful spin so she’s turned around in a flash. “Drinks will be out in a bit and the food shouldn’t be much longer~” She leaves off in a sing-song voice and skates away at a rapid gait.
Chilly arrives before the drinks do. Her mane is an absolute mess, frazzled, one of the pigtails almost undone, and her coat is sticking up with an unidentifiable liquid near the edge of her cheek. She regards you grumpily.
>>26371532
Wave her over and tell her you got food. Ask what happened to her after you disappeared. Tell her you appeared in front of a building and the monsters there guided you back. Should we have gone out to look for her?
we thought it would be better to meet here.
“I ordered some food,” you tell her, waving her over. The slowly makes her way over to the booth and sits down with a thump. You’re tempted to reach out and give her a pat on the head, but you’re not sure what lies within that frazzled mane, so you withdraw your hoof and just kind of look at her for a second. She doesn’t seem terribly interested in conversation herself.
“So, uh… I got sidetracked by a couple of mares…” You say in the way of conversation. She doesn’t respond, just staring at you with unfeeling eyes. “So, um, what happened to you?” You ask with a bit of a curious glance.
“Werewolf,” she says simply, before her head slumps down on to the table and she groans. “I got… knotted.” She said. “Order me four of whatever you got. I can’t deal with this right now.”
>>26371881
We ordered a hayburger for her that's already on the way with a drink. Would she really like three more? We can also give her ours when it arrives and we just wait a little longer for another.
as long as we get to have a bite of it first.
At least we can take a break here.
“Well, I got you a hayburger,” you say, rubbing the back of your head. “Are you sure you want, uh, three more?” She nods her head without sitting up and slaps a few bits onto the table.
“Alright. You can have mine when it gets here… I’ll just order another one.” She lifted her face up to look at you and you’re overwhelmed with a sensation of purest gratitude from her. Then the burgers are placed in front of you and you’re briefly terrified. She eats like a whirlwind, barely stopping to swallowing as she attacks her meal.
“I’m gonna need, uh, three more,” you say, looking nervously at the display that’s going on in front of you.
“Honey, if you had told me Chilly day was coming in we would have had a platter waiting,” she says. “I’ll go tell the cook.”
She finishes up her two burgers very quickly and looks a bit more put together, magic lighting up and fixing her up with quick, precise motions, and a lingering chill setting over the table as she finishes up.
Any conversation?
>>26372106
Does all the night stuff tone down when it begins turning into the early hours and I'm assuming when it's 12 and it's darkest that things are the most intense?
If so at least it should be an easy walk back to work.
What's the most packages you had to deliver in a night?
Where does she live? What's her house like?
would you like to go to the bathroom and clean yourself up more while waiting for the food?
“So does all of the… weird stuff tone down a little bit later in the night? Like, more normal at the start, more intense later on?”
“You need to stop thinking such… physicsy sorts of way,” the mare responds and she starts to wipe her face with copious amount of napkins. “There’s really no ‘late at night’ or ‘early at night’. You do what you need to do, and when you’re done, it’s usually about the end time.” She shrugs. “The answer is don’t think about it.”
“Well, like, what’s the most you’ve ever had to do in a single night? Delivery-wise?” The thought of just having the time run out on you with no warning is a pretty bizarre one, and a little bit worrying.
“I once got like 8 packages at once. It was a pretty hard run, but I’m almost always at the Night Owl before the night is done,” she says. “A lot of people have places like this, safe-houses that keep you safe. You just crash here ‘til the nights over and you head home.”
“Where do you live?” You ask.
She regards you a bit warily. “...around.” She finally answers. “What’s it to ya?”
I just want to note that I'm reading along but have nothing more to contribute than what >>26372157 keeps replying with.
>>26372443
Likewise
>>26372443
Same
>>26372420
just wondering if you'd like us to walk home with you or if you lived close to us. it'd be neat if we could be neighbors and not know it. We could hang out during non work hours.
what do we do after this? go to the office, sign some stuff and then go home?
Much appreciated. I was wondering briefly if this was a party of two.
“Well, uh, I was just going to ask if you need me to walk you home!” You said. “Plus, we might live like, next to each other? That might be fun.”
She frowns, face scrunching a bit, but eventually she relaxes and sighs. “I live 201 Park Street, Apartment #362.”
“Really?” You say. “I’m in 311! I’m surprised we haven’t seen each other.”
“Night shift,” she points out. “Your old social circle is pretty much gone. Especially when they invite you out to see stuff after dark and don’t get why you disappear for hours at a time.”
Out of nowhere, a large pegasus mare slides in next to you and you let out a yelp as you’re pushed halfway into the seat and the large pegasus scoots right in next to you.
“Hey there, stranger,” she said, casually draping a hoof over you as you get a look at her. She’s big, even bigger than you, and you’re no slouch in the height department. Her coat is a grey with her mane being black, and a look at her cutie mark shows two swords crossed against each other.
>>26372688
Uh hey there. How can I help you miss?
“Oh, hello ma’am,” you offer the massive mare who’s currently hugging you against her side. The waitress starts over, sees who it is, and turns right back around in a hurry as soon as she sees the large mare. “Can I help you?” You scrunch up a bit and she clutches you all the title.
“Yeah, I’m just excited to meet my new partner is all,” she said. “I’m Inna Pinch, pegasus and one hell of a stud,” she says. “What’s your name?”
“I’m Package Handler,” you say, breath weezing out a bit as she crushes your lung very affectionately.
You’re kind of running out of breath. What are you gonna do?
>>26372980
I wouldn't mind some oxygen, please.
>>26372980
can we call you inna or pinch? While I like the affection you're squeezing a little too tight. Mind easing it up?
“The affection is appreciated,” you say tapping at her hoof. “But it’s a little too tight.” You tap at her hoof frenetically, and she eventually releases the grip, and you gasp for air, slumping down a little as her hoof lays across you as opposed to gripping you.
“Sorry about that,” she said. “I guess I just don’t know ma own strength.” Her other hoof rubs the back of her head embarassedly.
“Its fine,” you say, sitting up as you recover. “So do I call you Inna? Or Pinch?”
“Either or. Most of my friends call me Pinch. Especially when they’re in a pinch.” She snorts a laugh of a couple of time and sighs happily.
“So, it’s your first day, issit? What do you think so far? Excited for the job? The pays good at least.” Meanwhile, a stack of burgers arrives for Chilly and she passes one to you before she begins eating the pile ravenously.
>>26373162
The job is certainly not what I expected it to be. I thought it was just like delivering packages during the day but at night. I very was wrong but for what it pays I think we can handle it if it's what it was like tonight.
>>26373162
Good morning.
Say we're a little overwhelmed. It's not what we expected, and it'll take some time to get used to.Since she said she's a stud, does this mean she has a dick?
I have to run for tonight. I'll level with you that my schedule is pretty crazy, so keep a look out for me asking if anyone wants me to run at all hours of the day.
Gnight!
>>26373354
have a good night and hopefully see you at the same time tomorrow.
We should probably ask about the cracks on our legs changing color. And eat our hamburger.
So we're going to rotate partners?
time for bumps.
Let's ask how many partners we'll have
>>26376599
Probably 4.
>>26376626
That'd be neat.
love these CYOA's
More of this
Waiting bump.
i guess op is dead
“Well its a bit overwhelming,” you say with a shrug. “I mostly expected it to be, y’know, delivering packages. But at night.”
“Well, strip out monsters, eldritch geometry, and the mind fucking… Oh wait, you were with Chilly? Just make that literal fucking. Anyway, strip those out and that’s basically what it is. You should see some other jobs. I hear people who work the night shift at MareDonald’s have it bad.”
“Yeah… Its a bit confusing,” you say. “I mean, I’m not sure how half this stuff works. What’s with the tattoos?” You take a bit of your hamburger. It’s pretty damn good. No gourmet by any stretch of the word but it’s got that absolutely satisfying taste that seems to go with Greasy Spoons all the time.
“That tattoo is just an indicator,” Chilly says, finally snapping out of her food berserker-rage. “It represents your power to some degree, or at least the reaction that it gave you. When its glowing, you’ve got a lot of power saved up. When it’s not glowing, it’s currently drained. Usually there’s some kind of adverse affect to it being drained.”
>>26387232
is there anyway to tell what effect you're under? Also from now on avoid getting power drained. Gotcha.
>>26387280
Pretty much this.
Ask if there are others we should look out for tonotavoid literal fucking
