Heart of War: Thread #2- The Electric Boogaloo
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>>26588709
This started as a one shot response to a prompt thread, now we're at 40,000 words.
Original prompt:
>"Captain Anon. Would you like to accompany me to the war room?"
Pastebins:
Prologue: http://pastebin.com/cdi26t7W
Act I (current): http://pastebin.com/f0SDaDcx
>>26721240
>It must have been at least ten hours later when you work up.
>You were sitting rather uncomfortably in a chair.
>Still armored and with the book in your hooves.
>You rise from the seat and start to stretch your legs and wings.
>After putting the book back, you left the library.
>You know what you have to do.
>But, first you need to stop by the camp.
>As you fly over to the tents, it looks like the Major had already started to have your men assist in last minute fortifications.
>You heard from some of the soldiers that the Major is overseeing the fortification personally.
>And most of the Old Guard is still in the camp.
>Good.
>You head over to where the pegasi are at.
>They stand to attention as you approach.
“Alright, I need the twelve best fighters among you to come with me.”
>There’s a bit of discussion, but soon twelve pegasi step forward.
“If anything goes wrong, our only option will be to fly away. If I give the order, then retreat.”
>They nod in acknowledgement.
>Now you just need two things.
>After assembling one of them and searching trash bins for the other, you stood on the eastern bridge.
>Before you lay no man’s land.
>On the far end you can see minotaurs resting on barricades.
>As you and your men flew beyond your own fortifications, you heard confused questions from the ponies manning them.
>You landed in no man’s land, and started walking towards the enemy.
>Here goes nothing.
>>26729051
>As you approach, you wave the red flag that you made. For the minotaurs it signifies that you’re not here for open battle.
>They lower their weapons when you near them.
>And clear a path to their leaders command tent.
>You pass through the camp, and the entire way armed enemies tower over you.
>But you do your best not to appear intimidated.
>If things go south, then you’ll have barely a second to fly out of reach before they attack.
>In front of a large and ornate tent you see what looks like their general sitting in front of it.
>As he stands, he looks to be at least a foot taller than any of the others.
>A huge albino bull, clad in heavy steel armor and wielding a large warhammer- the head almost as large as your entire body.
>He begins laughing as you approach.
>”Here with terms of surrender tiny one? I, General White Rage, will accept it.”
>Courage Flurry.
>You spit on the ground beneath his feet, and levitate the bucket you brought over to his tent.
>Then you fling its contents at it, showering the tent with rotting fish.
“On the contrary, like Bronze Star almost two millennia ago, as leader of the opposing army I demand trial by combat to decide the fate of the war.”
>”HAHAHAHAHA!”
>The army around you starts joining in on his laugh.
>”Ha, you think that arcane customs from countless generations ago still apply? I haven’t laughed that much for a long time pony, thank you.”
>This is bad, you think as the crowd continues to laugh.
>”ENOUGH!” You hear a single voice form the crowd yell.
>An elderly looking minotaur comes forward leaning on a cane, is beard almost scraping the ground as he walks.
>He then whacks the general in the head with it.
>The entire crowd is silent at this point.
>>26729059
>”Fool, how dare you dishonor your ancestors! That rite was never overturned, just never put into practice for two thousand years. She has spat on your ground, and assaulted your tent with rotting fish carcasses. It is your duty as war leader to oblige, or else you will face the wrath of the gods in this life and the next.”
>”It can’t possibly still be in our laws. Check.”
>The old one hobbles over to a tent, and retrieves a huge book bound with iron rings.
>He opens it and starts reading.
>”Come here boy.”
>The general approaches and starts looking at what the other is pointing at.
>A look of shock is seen on his face.
>The general falls to his knee.
>”Forgive me sage, I will oblige the rite.”
>He rises and turns to you.
>”Single combat, leader to leader, for the fate of the war.”
>He hefts his enormous hammer over his shoulder.
>You really didn’t think this part through.
>You don’t even have a weapon.
>”Clear a space for an arena!”
>As the minotaurs shuffle to oblige the order, you turn to your men and whisper.
“What do I do?”
>They look visibly nervous at your question.
“Come on ponies, I need help here!”
>”There’s not much we can do in a just a few moments.” One speaks up.
>”Yeah, were do we start?” Another asks the others.
>”Stick ‘em with the pointy end. “ A third says as he offers you a spear.
>You grab it with magic and deadpan back to him.
“You don’t say.”
>You hear the general’s voice boom over to you.
>”This way pony, our space has been cleared.”
>He leads you past a few tents, to where a large circular area is waiting for you.
>It must be a hundred feet in diameter.
>A few weapon racks line the circumference of the arena.
>You take your place in it as the general heads to the other side.
>You really didn’t think this through.
>>26729065
>The old sage is to the side, and he begins speaking.
>”As a leader of your people, you have initiated the age old ritual of combat. Should you emerge victorious, then the minotaur people will be obligated to award you with a ten year truce. However, should you fall in battle then your city will be forfeited and the war will continue. The gods value actions, not words. So let you begin when ready.”
>You eye the spear you’ve been given, getting used to its dimensions.
>You start to spin it around you in a display to get more accustomed to holding it with your magic.
>As you end, it’s in the air to your right, facing your opponent.
>The albino bull brings his hammer down to the earth, and you can feel the impact even standing at least fifty feet away.
>He then bashes his left fist onto his chest piece.
>You start to charge up as much magical energy as possible.
>As you reach the peak of what you contain, the bull starts to charge.
>You unleash a blast of pure magical energy that impacts him square in the chest.
>And had no visible effect on him.
>You wait as he storms towards you.
>At the last second you roll to the left, going just under the hammer that was swinging.
>You sent the spear the other way around him, and you reunite with it behind the bull.
>Using all of your remaining magical power, you thrust the spear into his back.
>But it harmlessly impacts and deflects off of his armor.
>He turns and towers over you.
>Reaching down he grabs the front end of the spear, and uses your magical grip to snap it in half.
>He throws the part he broke off over to the side.
>>26729072
>You jump backwards as he brings his hammer down in the space that you were just occupying.
>He then starts to charge.
>You narrowly avoid getting hit by it as you fly up, just out of reach.
>Coming back to the ground, you watched as his charge continues on another twenty feet.
>And he turns to face you once more.
>You count five weapon racks around the arena.
>Focusing on the one directly behind him, you levitate the weapons from the rack.
>And send them flying for his back.
>But they harmlessly deflect off of his armor.
>You start doing the same with the next.
>He starts slowly approaching you, allowing you to pepper him with useless attacks.
>The ground is littered with swords and spears that impacted him dealing no damage.
>He begins to laugh as he walks towards you.
>You start back peddling.
>You lift an empty weapon rack to his right, and sent it hurdling towards him.
>He noticed it in his periphery vision too late.
>And he went tumbling to the ground as the wooden object broke upon him.
>But he soon stood up.
>You launched another at him, but he anticipated it.
>Just before impact, he swung at it with his war hammer- shattering it before it could hit him.
>He cracks his neck to the right and left before continuing.
>You have an idea.
>You launch another weapon rack at him that he breaks.
>And a fourth.
>All that remains is the one directly behind him.
>And you throw that one at him as well.
>>26729080
>The minotaur general turns to strike it down.
>All this time you still had the broken spear floating next to you.
>You grab what’s left of it with your right hoof.
>And start flying towards your opponent.
>His back is turned as he strikes down the wooden object being sent towards him.
>Just before you reach him, he turns back to face you.
>But he didn’t have time to react.
>You were feet away from his un-helmeted head.
>Tightening your grip on the wooden shaft, you plunge the broken end into his neck.
>Your hooves impact his chest as your charge is broken.
>He’s still standing there.
>A wooden stake through his throat.
>He blinks once or twice, unable to speak.
>Then he falls backwards, leaving you standing atop your defeated foe.
>The crowd is completely silent.
>Some of the minotaurs look at you in shock.
>Others have their hands ready on their weapons.
>Your men are looking quite nervous as well.
>Looking down, you see blood flowing from the general’s wound.
>Some of it from the impact had spattered onto you.
>the silence is broken as the old sage starts to speak.
>”Today, the gods have favored you young one. Our law is clear, there will be no war between our people for ten years from this day.”
“Just like that?”
>”Just like that, our forces will be gone from your lands immediately.” He then talks to the others. “Break camp, we are going home.”
>There’s a lot of grumbling from the minotaurs as they’ve been denied a chance at battle, but they do start to filter away from the arena.
>Your horn glows as you retrieve both halves of the spear you started the combat with.
>Walking over to your men, you offer the halves back to its owner.
“Stuck ‘em with the pointy end.”
>”That you did. You can keep them.”
>Taking flight, you and your men left the now neutral camp.
>You had your men go off to brief the Major on the situation, as you went back to your command tent to rest.
>You kept the spear halves as mementoes.
The wall hurts. Come on Flurry, just remember WWAD
>>26729089
>You were in your command tent, cleaning the blood from your coat.
>Things were still troubling, as tomorrow the Saddle Arabian armada would arrive.
>It’s unclear if they’ll still attack the city without the minotaurs there to assist them.
>They could still shell the city from a far.
>You need a way to convince the enemy not to fight.
>But how?
>Your thoughts are interrupted as Major Arrow stormed into your tent.
“Afternoon Major.”
>”Your highness, you could have gotten killed!”
“But I didn’t.”
>”We can’t afford to take such risks at this time.”
“Would you have preferred to be attacked from two fronts as the minotaurs and Saddle Arabians flanked the city?”
>”Ma’am, you shouldn’t have taken action without consulting-.”
“ENOUGH- I am the leader of this army, and I took action to prevent battle. You would never use that tone when speaking to the Field Marshal, and I expect you never to use it again while speaking to me. Is that understood Major?”
>You emphasize his rank.
>”Yes Ma’am.” He says, being put back into place.
“Now, while you were wasting time leaving the oversight of the cities fortifications to come complain, I was constructing a plan to circumvent the coming battle entirely.”
>The Major stands at attention to receive orders.
“I want our men to work with the city militia and any civilian volunteers. The need to make scale models of our cannons, it doesn’t matter out of what. All that matters is that from a spyglass they look real. By dawn I want at least a thousand of them lining the south side of the island, the bridges, and the banks of the bay across each side of the river. When the enemy fleet arrives, assuming they don’t flee immediately, I’ll send a flyer with an ultimatum demanding they retreat now or be utterly destroyed.”
>He remains standing.
“Go on then, dismissed.”
>>26729096
>You didn’t like putting him in his place, but you can’t allow your authority to be circumvented.
>If the chains of command fall apart, then the entire military will fall to chaos.
>While thinking of how to word your letter, you went into the city.
>You were pleased to see ponies scrambling to construct and paint wooded cannons.
>Eventually you found a book shop containing what you needed.
>The First War of the Saddle Arabian Coast
>And
>The Second War of the Saddle Arabian Coast
>With the two books you purchased in hoof, you returned to your tent and started composing your ultimatum.
>You struggled to find the perfect blend of formality, truth, and exaggeration necessary to make them turn and run.
>The first draft wouldn’t frighten a single enemy.
>And the second was obviously a lie.
>The third was too specific at naming numbers.
>You worked well into the night.
>After many discarded pages, you ultimately settled on:
>>26729108
To the leader of the Saddle Arabian fleet,
By now you are aware of two things. One, that your allies have quit the field. And two, that the cities defenses are far more considerable than you had thought. The reasoning as to why your allies have fled back to their homeland, quitting the war entirely, is that I have killed General White Rage in single combat. The reasoning for the latter observation is because this nation’s military has rallied, and many of the nation’s two million combat veterans have returned to active duty. If you attack, then you will find over half of this city’s population rising against you, in addition to the hundred thousand battle hardened soldiers leading the defense.
Simply put, you will be annihilated. I would use the phrase decimated, but that implies you would lose one of every ten men rather than the inverse. If you still feel like attacking Manehattan, then you should note the two books I’ve sent to you. Histories of the First and Second Wars of the Saddle Arabian Coast, a matter you should be very familiar with. Take note of the individual leading the wars against you, Field Marshal Anonymous. Supposedly, he individually killed more of you than died in the last three centuries of any causes combined. While he is busy overseeing the entire war effort, he has put me in charge of this front. That man raised me as a daughter, and taught me everything he knows. If you still feel like attacking then you are certainly welcomed to break upon this city. But if you have any shred of sanity then you will turn back. Whether you and your men survive to see another sunrise is in your hooves.
-Princess Flurry Heart, Vice-Commander of the Equestrian Armed Forces
>>26729117
>With the letter finished, you heated wax and sealed it up.
>Then pressing your seal into the drying quickly hardening wax.
>You have scouts further down the coast that will notify you when the fleet will be arriving on the horizon.
>So you tried to rest as much as possible before they arrived.
>If they call your bluff there will be a tough fight ahead of you.
>This was the first time in four days that you were able to remove your armor.
>And it felt glorious.
>…
>In the morning you washed off yourself and your armor.
>And then went for breakfast.
>You sat in your tent contemplating yesterday’s events over tea.
>You had killed somebody… with your own two hooves.
>It was so much more personal than just giving an order.
>The adrenaline pumping through you, the fear of losing, the rush of victory.
>It was surreal to say the least.
>You had ended another sentient creature’s life.
>All of those potential memories and actions have been prematurely ended.
>Granted, many of those immediate actions would have been to kill who knows how many ponies.
>You don’t like killing, but you suppose that if done for the right reasons then it’s necessary if not justified.
>As you were finishing breakfast, a runner asked for permission to enter.
“Of course.”
>”Ma’am, the enemy fleet has been sighted; they should be on the horizon within the hour.”
“Thank you.”
>With that you headed to your forward observation area.
>>26729126
>You flew to the top of one of the skyscrapers on the southern tip of the island.
>There, many of your officers, as well as city militia leaders were present.
>You watched and waited.
>There was some grim idle chatter that you stayed out of.
>It was a cloudy day, but sight lines remained clear across the horizon.
>You scanned with a pair of binoculars every minute or so.
>Their sails will pop over the horizon soon enough.
>You looked towards the defenses.
>On the island, four hundred mock cannons lined the southern tip of the island.
>Each of the bridges leading to either side of the bay had two hundred.
>And the coast lines on each side had another two hundred.
>Each of the fake artillery pieces was manned, and there were army and militia formations behind the guns.
>Then you saw the first sail.
>And the next one.
>And the armada.
>You started counting.
>Five dozen war galleys, each with two to four forward facing guns.
>Twelve galleons, you don’t have a clear view, but with maybe thirty-two guns each.
>And a massive ship of the line, you’d guess it has at least a hundred and twenty guns, and on its deck is a large mortar.
>Presumably that’s the flagship.
>The fleet has stopped, most likely to take stock of the situation.
>You turn to your pegasi courier and give him the box containing your letter and the two books.
“Take this package to the flagship over there, the big one, drop it off at the captains hooves, then fly back.”
>He nods and starts flying.
>You watch as he soars over the bay, becoming a tiny dot in the distance.
>He looks like he’s reached the ship.
>Now he’s coming back.
>As he approaches, you see that the package was delivered.
>Nothing to do now but wait.
>>26729137
>…
>The armada is just sitting there.
>The admiral will have had plenty of time to read the letter by now.
>He’s judging the situation, wondering if you’ve bluffed.
>Which you have.
>There can’t be more than twenty thousand enemies ready to land, but they wouldn’t have to land.
>They could just shell the city until nothing but rubble is left.
>But based off of the sheer size, most of the enemy fleet must be here right now.
>Would they sacrifice losing that much if it isn’t a bluff?
>They’re still waiting well out of cannon range.
>Your forces are locked in a staring match, but who will blink first?
>You see movement.
>The fleet starts to lurch.
>But will they turn or head forward?
>They’re moving…
>And…
>Turning.
>Your army watched in silence as the enemy fleet disappeared over the horizon.
>You had ordered them to stay silent if they turned back.
>Can’t have any cheering tip them off.
>The celebrations came later that night.
>Well after scouts confirmed that the fleet was heading back south.
>But you had the scouts follow for at least a week, and you left the fake guns standing in the field.
>Just in case.
>That night, you once again skipped out on partaking in the festivities.
>Instead you sat in your tent, reflecting.
>You had stopped two armies and an armada, all without losing single pony.
>But this streak can’t last forever.
>>26729149
>As fireworks were going off outside and cheering was persisting through the night, you wondered on your next move.
>Head south to relieve General Lancer with the Saddle Arabians, or see if Admiral Brairheart has rebuilt enough of the air fleet to retake Cloudsdale?
>Or head back north, and hope Anon will have woken up by the time you get there?
>Is this what it’s like to be a general?
>Never able to enjoy a victory, because you need to plan for the next.
>Anyway, you would have received word from the Admiral if the air fleet was ready.
>And each of the fronts appears to be at a stalemate.
>But Brigadier Offense is massing troops to hit the Saddle Arabians further to the south.
>If you take your own fresh army to Baltimare, then their entire front could collapse.
>With volunteers from Manehattan bolstering your force, you could have at least a hundred thousand men to relieve the front.
>They’ve managed to keep the enemy on the outskirts of the city.
>So if you split your force, letting the Manehattan soldiers march to the east while your force from the Crystal Empire takes the west, you could encircle the enemy besieging Baltimare.
>You’re two weeks march from there though.
>But first you need troops from this city to join up.
>Give yourself two weeks to recruit and train, then another two to get there and you might have a plan.
>You start writing letters to General Lancer and Brigadier Offense outlining the idea.
>You’ve proposed that if Lancer can hold the city for just one more month, then you and Offense can pincer the occupied territory.
>Make them be the ones fighting on multiple fronts for a change.
>You also included news of Anon’s status and your victories.
>Politely you suggested that you be placed in command of the military while Anon is out.
>It will increase popular opinion even more.
>After all, a Princess of Equestria leading the fight is more sympathetic than a General.
thank
>>26729007
For a summary of the green up to now:
>Anon shows up
>becomes war
>gets old
>people vanish
>shit happens
>flurry exists
>war now
>anon coma
>flurry fighting
Last update of the night, updating pastebin.
>>26729168
>Besides, you’ve seen how the commanders can squabble.
>You’ve actually amazed yourself in the past days.
>You’ve managed to prove proficiency leading both on and off of the field.
>Clearly someone taught you right.
>Thanks Uncle.
>Your thoughts drift north.
>He’s still just lying there in that hospital room.
>No pony aside from his nurse is probably even keeping him company.
>Meanwhile you’re out here doing what he should be.
>You doubt that this would be how he saw his ‘little soldier’ going off to war.
>But life just happens that way you suppose.
>Twenty five years ago no pony imagined the coming decades of conflict.
>Twenty years ago your Dad didn’t imagine he would never see you again.
>Fifteen years ago Auntie Twilight didn’t imagine she would disappear while looking for him.
>Ten years ago not a soul would have imagined the other Princesses descent into madness.
>A few weeks ago you would never have imagined you would have to fight your own mother and take her throne.
>But that’s just how things turned out.
>That night you planned for the coming days.
>You would give speeches around the city asking for old veterans to return and for new recruits to sign up.
>Manehattan is a huge city, and finding fresh blood shouldn’t be an issue after the events of the past few days.
>The city is also a great location to make sure that supply lines to the Saddle Arabian front remain moving.
>But when you get down there, you won’t be able to cheat the enemy like you have your last three foes.
>It’ll be frontline warfare.
>You can only hope that you’ll be as proficient leading a straight fight.
so much green!!
burn this thread
>>26730320
Looks like somebody hasn't had their daily dose.
Im no foal fiddler, but I'd take this adult Flurry out back and make a mare of her.
>>26731318
You're right, there's something about the design that just does that for me.
>>26729426
Holy shit, I didn't even think my prompt would lead to anything, but this is fucking epic. I'd contribute but the only thing I'm good at is shitposting and bait. Keep it up.
>>26733404
Look at what you have started.Thank you.
Are there any artists working on some art for this awesome story? Just wondering.
>>26733680
I've only seen a sketch so far in the previous thread.
>>26733555
also Check'd
Hey guys, I'm fairly busy today as well, so I'll be doing another large content dump later tonight. Depending on how the coming scenes play out, I might be finishing act 1 today.
Cmon m8s try harder. Back to page one
bamp
Keeping the dream alive
Goodnight bump
Safety bump
Bump with unrelated comic
>>26737644
actually somewhat related since there are owl griffons
you think they have joints like that?
>>26737709
Back to page 1
>>26737644
also checkd
Any update on this?
>>26738959
Not the anon who made it , but i might just be bored enough to throw it into Illustrator and vector it out.
>>26738998
>offbyone
Damn...
>>26729426
>Recruitment started the next day.
>Almost all of the city militia joined up.
>Your speeches were well received as well.
>Days started to bleed together.
>Manehattan was in a buzz for the two weeks.
>Weapons and armor were being made, and the local soldiers were busy training and enjoying time with their families before being sent off.
>The camp had gotten considerably larger.
>Each day more ponies joined up.
>Thankfully you were able to keep them all supplied.
>Aside from Canterlot itself, the nation is firmly in support of the military.
>You got word back from the other commanders; they had agreed with your proposals.
>Half of Baltimare is little more than ruins at his point, but Lancer will hold it.
>The enemy is constantly pushing, but as they make gains in one area, they lose in another.
>Those gains and losses are often single city blocks.
>The fighting is brutal.
>Although the enemies vastly outnumber the defenders, the narrow streets are making numerical superiority worthless.
>At least most of the civilians were evacuated long before the fighting started.
>On the other front, trenches have been formed in the clouds.
>Waves of pegasi and griffons are being thrown at the other’s defenses.
>It’s contained the enemy to Cloudsdale, but many lives are being lost.
>If you can’t end the stalemates soon, then an entire generation might be claimed by the conflict.
>The night before you set out for the front, you got final estimates of the men at your command.
>In addition to the Old Guard and forces from the Crystal Empire, almost a hundred thousand locals joined up.
>You were leading the largest active army currently deployed by Equestria.
>>26739173
>At least it was before you split it up.
>On the second day of the march, it came time to split the troops.
>The men from Manehattan were sent directly south along the coast.
>More or less a straight shot down to Baltimare, but the terrain would slow them slightly
>Your route to the west was almost twice as long, so to arrive on schedule you had to take the roads.
>By heading a bit further into the Equestrian heartland you were able to march along clear highways the entire way.
>However, the route would take you relatively close to Canterlot.
>…
>A few days later you were reading a report in your command tent.
>Matters of espionage.
>Apparently under the sands of Saddle Arabia a new energy has been harnessed.
>They’ve found abundant deposits of a strange mineral.
>Large bright purple crystals, that when finely ground can be used to imitate pure magical energy.
>Not to dissimilar from how Equestria harnesses magic to power weapons of war.
>They call it Sahar sand, and they have been testing its potential usage to copy Equestrian airships.
>An airship needs three specially trained unicorns to properly operate.
>One helps to counteract gravity so the armored dirigible can actually be lifted off of the ground. This unicorn also controls the altitude of the ship.
>A second provides thrust and brakes to move the ship forward and back.
>The last one deals with maneuvering to the left or right.
>A unicorn for the X, Y, and Z axis.
>However the Saddle Arabians have developed a single engine, powered by the Sahar sand, that can do all three of those jobs, and with none of the training.
>And the first batch of them is being sent to the front.
>With Equestria’s air fleet being reconstructed and most of the trained pegasi fighting the griffons, the enemy could easily take air superiority.
>And they should be arriving right around the time your forces attack.
>>26739179
>Your contemplations on how to deal with the enemy aircraft was interrupted as the Major burst into your tent.
>”Ma’am, were under attack!”
>You then heard explosions nearby.
“By who?”
>”The Loyalists have set up artillery encampments to the west; they’re shelling the camp with magical cannons.”
“Have the main body of the army scatter away from the camp. I’ll take half of the Old Guard to storm the southernmost encampment; you take the other half and start from the north. We’ll regroup at the center.”
>”Understood.”
>He rushes out of the tent while you put your armor on.
>As you leave the tent, you see a few officers waiting for your orders.
>The area is lightly forested on each side of the road, so you tell them to wait while you fly upwards to get a better view of the enemy.
>Although the sun had set hours ago, the bright magical lights tell you what you need.
>You can make out four- no, make that five artillery nests.
>Each one periodically shoots out three or four different colored bolts high into the sky, arcing down onto your camp.
>Going back down to the ground you give your orders.
“I’ll take the pegasi to rush the south guns, approach the second with the ground forces.”
>They go off to divide the men as you fly towards the pegasi members of the Old Guard.
>You only have a hundred or so fliers at your disposal.
>It’s a risk, but the enemy can’t have more than a thousand ponies total.
>They wouldn’t leave Canterlot without the lion’s share of their men to defend it.
>You then take flight with your force, coasting low, just over the tree line.
>>26739190
>As you fly towards the beacons shooting into the sky, you realize something.
>If you had the army march wide, then many more of your men would have been caught in the initial bombardment.
>But because they camped deep, alongside the road, the enemy couldn’t target large groupings.
>A final barrage goes up as you near the encampment.
>Four magic cannons, pointed to the skies.
>Each of them has a unicorn firing into them, and two earth ponies to deal with removing and reloading amplifying crystals.
>Surrounding the guns are two dozen or so assorted ponies.
>But they expected attack from the ground, and your men quickly swarmed the defenders.
>You fired a few magic bolts down before the impact.
>Arrows flied past you, and pegasi charged down with spears.
>Half of them fell, and the rest broke almost immediately, fleeing to the north and west.
>You landed in the artillery encampment, the men continued to circle overhead waiting for orders.
>But you just stood there, looking at the bodies.
>These were Equestrians.
>Your people.
>And you ended them.
>You’re fighting this war so the opposite happens, not to send more of them to their deaths.
>No.
>Stop thinking like this.
>They attacked your camp, killing how many of your men?
>You weren’t sure how long you were thinking, but a shout brought you back into the now.
>”MA’AM, LOOK OUT!”
>You look up and to the north.
>Just in time to see a large bolt of red magical fire, maybe thirty feet away and rocketing towards you.
>want to write seperate green alongside writefag's about some no-name rank and file ponies
>it's not possible as I don't know his intentions and I don't want to fuck everything up
being writefag is suffering
>>26738959
>>26738998 (Me)
Here's what i've got done in 15 minutes.
>>26739198
You and your goddamn cliffhangers
>>26739295
It gets better/worse:
>>26739198
And this brings act I to a close. (Pastebin updated)
Sorry about the small number of updates today. But if it's any consolation, I've got quite the opening planned for Act II, but that will come tomorrow.
>>26739224>being writefag is suffering
I know m8, I know.
That being said, once the story is over feel free to use whatever you want from it. I want to avoid spoilers, but if it reaches an epilogue, then for better or worse the wars will have ended. (Depending on how things end up, there might be four acts rather than the planned three)
>>26739224
follow behind, rank and file pony in the empire, weeks have happened. Tell that story for now until this writefag gets to the next bit.
>>26739397
I'd be okay with that, besides come Monday classes will be starting back up so my updates will come a bit more slowly (I'll still make sure to have at least a couple every day though) so having another writer to keep the thread alive wouldn't hurt.
>>26739397
>>26739457
Ok.
I guess elaborating on how things are going in the world at large is a topic I just can't go to. I suppose that's not so hard.
>>26739224
and if you don't, I might have to and nobody wants to read that.
>>26739293
45 minutes later...
The Chrono Trigger OST is the only thing keeping me sane doing this with a mouse only.
>>26739726
Took some artistic liberty on the missing parts of Flurry (Namely the tail.Also fixed the small part that a ton of sketches i see forget, that being the pairs of the legs.)
Ugh and now for Ms. "totally the best mother ever"
>>26739974
Neat.
>>26739974
Here's a tweaked separate save of Flurry for those who only want her.(Fixed a few errors with the gradients.)
>>26740109
My bad, found a few new problems while drawing candyass, here's the fixed one.
Lesson learned, never draw after pulling an all-nighter.
bump before I go to the gym. When I come back, I have some ideas I want to think about.
>>26739293
thanks doc
>>26740293
Thank you based drawfag.
>>26740293
I must say you're doing a pretty good job.
Bump for war.
>want to write
>ah it's ok I'll do it in a sec
>Decide to go the gym instead
>Come back at 9:45
>Eat dinner
>Back to PC, friends invite me to play EU4 with them
>1:30 some of them go to bed
>They 5-man dota stack until 3AM
>Remember I was supposed to write
Whoops. I'll have a crack at it tomorrow, it's a public holiday where I live.
>9
bong
bam
bump
>8
>>26743501
again
>>26739974
Original artist here. Looks pretty good so far. I had my own ideas for what I wanted to do with it and I had been working on it but it looks like you're doing pretty well with it so far so I'll leave you to it.
>>26746031
You're still gonna draw right?
>>26746096
Well sure, I'll just draw other scenes. I think I'll try the one that anon requested in the last thread and then maybe the minotaur fight.
>>26746031
Well i'l say as much that i pretty much fucking suck with backgrounds, so i'l probably finish with candyass and call it a day.
>>26746230
Here's a quick peek at what i've done now that i've had some sleep.
>>26739974
You forgot to add a fanwank cutie mark
>>26747189
I have literally zero idea what her CM would be, i opted not to because it wouldn't technically be canon enough for me to care anyways.I'd also rather tap dat blank flank
page 9 save
Pheonix down.
Not only a great story... But some cute Flurry art as well.
Flurry Heart is best Princess.
>>26747215
make it a giant floating cock
>>26739198
>You sat on your hospital bed, being briefed by Sergeant Thunder.
>But you were numb for most of it.
>Everything went in one ear and out the other once you heard the news.
>Flurry is dead.
>You ended up just wandering the streets of the city.
>Eventually you found yourself in the higher levels of the tower, overlooking the Crystal Empire below.
>You had your personal effects sent up to you, and you started going through them.
>The letter to be given to her once you died will go unread.
>You never expected to outlive her.
>Nobody should outlive their child.
>She wasn’t technically, but family doesn’t end at blood.
>In anger you threw your memoirs against the wall.
>What’s even the point in writing them anymore?
>You then got your cigar box of pictures out.
>She was so happy, so pure.
>And you had to ruin it by letting her go off to war.
>You spent hours looking through each and every picture you have of her.
>The sun had set by the time you finished.
>Finally you grabbed your lockbox.
>After entering in the three letters you stare down at the contents.
>Everything you had in this world was now gone.
>You set down the box, and headed out on to the balcony.
>You looked down at the distant streets, illuminated by hundreds of lights.
>Jump.
>Just get it over with.
>What else do you have to go on for?
>You started to climb over the railing.
>But then you stopped.
>There is still one thing you have left.
>Vengence.
>>26749353
>You started heading down the endless stairs of the spire.
>Eventually you reached the bottom.
>And you headed for the train station.
>It was at least midnight, but the train should still be there over night.
>You boarded it and started looking for the conductor.
>You found him sleeping in a cabin with a newspaper in his hooves.
>Grabbing him by the neck, you force him to stand.
>”Wha- what?”
“Start the train, we’re heading south.”
>”Who do you think you-“
“Who do YOU think I am?”
>”Alright sir.” The pony fearfully utters before shuffling off.
>The train soon departed.
>…
>The next afternoon you arrived.
>You’re fifty miles north of Canterlot, and you should be at Admiral Brairheart’s command setup.
>Seeing as there is an army camped out next to the train station, you’d assume to find him at the command tent.
>Some of the soldiers led you to the Admiral.
>He was in his tent reading industrial reports.
>”Sir!” He says as he stands to attention. “You’ll be pleased to know that we’ve another army ready to send south to the Saddle Arabian front.”
“How many?”
>”Fifty thousand.”
“Good, I’ll be taking command. The other fronts can hold for now, we’re taking Canterlot.”
>”But Sir, we’ve no artillery. Hundreds would die.”
“Thousands.”
>”If this is about the Princess-“
“This is about ending the war! I won’t stand idly by as they sit in that city and continue to plot against us. But yes, with Flurry… gone, we need to strike now or else it will be all of our heads on pikes as traitors.”
>”I… understand.”
>>26749353
bump desu
>>26749362
>The army marched the following morning. At noon on the third day you arrived on the outskirts of Canterlot.
>The men spent a few hours constructing siege ladders.
>At least the direction you were coming from wasn’t on the cliff side of the city.
>Just a two hundred yard dash from tree line to the walls.
>Just two hundred yards to avoid cannon fire.
>Your army now stood at the ready, waiting for your word.
>They expect a speech.
>You’ll oblige them.
>You stood pacing in front of the center ranks.
“Don’t die with a clean sword! I want to see blood! I want to bathe in their blood! I want to bathe in their blood for a week! Now, KILL THEM ALL!”
>War cries echoed as you led the charge.
>Thousands of men coming from the forest to take the city.
>The defenders were quick to fire.
>You watched as more than a dozen cannons fired into your force.
>None impacted near you, but you hear screams of pain and death to each side.
>Unicorns then started to fire magic bolts, and other ponies launched arrows at the oncoming army.
>Countless bolts impacted you harmlessly, and arrows whizzed by your head.
>Another round of cannon fire hit your force, one of them landing a few yards away.
>That’s the last round they’ll get.
>The men atop the walls continued to fire down, but there were too many attackers.
>As you reached the walls, you looked down them as dozens of ladders were being raised.
>You went to the nearest one and started to climb.
>A few ponies got up first, and your area was cleared.
>You draw your sword and start heading north for the gate.
>On the walls alone you must have cut down three dozen royal guards and royalist soldiers.
>But you stood atop the gatehouse.
>In the streets below, ponies had formed ranks with spears to keep out any attack.
>But as you twisted the winch to raise the portcullis, your own forces charged forth.
>>26749378
>They can handle the defenders; you have another goal in mind.
>You continue along the walls, ordering any of your men that you pass to join you.
>There were maybe two dozen trailing behind you as you exterminated any ponies in front of you.
>You had gone around a third of the wall’s circumference, but your goal was in sight.
>The royal palace.
>Continuing along the wall, you soon reached the access doors.
>They had attempted to barricade them, but they hadn’t enough time.
>With a swift kick, the doors slam open.
>You slaughter your way through the royal guards, and eventually reach the throne room.
>Your men were ready.
>Throwing open the doors; you view Celestia sitting in her throne on the far end, Luna standing beside her.
>You start walking towards them.
>Celestia starts charging up power as her horn starts glowing.
>As you got halfway to the throne, she unleashed it.
>A bright, near blinding light flooded towards you.
>As it dies down, you see that the men behind you have… disintegrated.
>Their weapons and armor lying around ash piles.
>And Celestia just sat there, dumbfounded that you survived the onslaught.
>You reached down and grabbed you knife.
>You threw it and watched as it danced in the air before landing firmly between Luna’s eyes, giving her a second horn.
>Celestia sat in silence.
>You calmly walked towards the throne, locking eyes with the monarch.
>As you climbed the steps up to her, you said nothing.
>You only swung your sword.
>One clean cut, going through her neck and her flowing mane.
>>26749389
>Soon after you stood in a tower, looking down at the city below.
>The last of the royalists have been killed, and now your surviving men and the city’s population looked up at you.
>They don’t know about their monarchs yet.
>You start to address them.
“My enemies are many. My equals are none.”
>The scattered murmurs in the crowd have ended.
“In the shade of mountain crags, they said Griffonstone could never be conquered… In the land of sultans and kings, they said Saddle Arabia could never be humbled... In the realm of forests and snow, they said Yakyakistan could never be tamed.”
>You let the words set in.
“Now they say nothing!”
>It echoes throughout the city below.
“They fear me, like a force of nature- a dealer in thunder and death.”
>You watch as the crowd awaits your continuation.
“I say, I am Anonymous! I am Emperor!”
>You raise your left hand, your fist clenching a clump of hair.
>Hanging below it is Celestia’s head.
>You hear the crowd’s gasps as you throw it down to the ground below.
>-
>And then you wake up.
>Your eyes shoot open, and your whole body aches.
>There is a tube down your throat.
>Needles in each of your arms, and diodes hooked up to your chest.
>And the steady beeping of medical machinery remains constant.
>You reach up to remove the tubes from your mouth.
>Gasping for air once you’re free of them.
>You then remove the two needles from your right arm before getting the two in your left.
>You feel a large bandage over your central chest.
>As you pull off the diodes, the machines give out a flat line beep.
>And a pair of ponies rush into the room.
>>26749400
>You sit up on your bed and start to stretch your arm and torso.
“How long was I out?”
>”No no no, you need to lie back down.” A crystal pony urges you.
>From her appearance and hat, you’d gather that she’s your nurse.
>”Just over seven weeks, Sir.” Sergeant Thunder answers you.
“Enough fussing, I’m fine.”
>You get onto your feet, but lose your balance.
>But you caught yourself on your bedframe.
>”You are most certainly not ‘fine’ you’ve been in a coma for weeks!” The nurse pleads.
“I’ve been through worse, where are my clothes?”
>You notice your officer’s cap resting on one of the IV’s.
>While starting to stumble over to the room’s closet, you soon find your legs once more.
“Oh that’s just great.”
>You take your jacket off of the rack.
>The blood has set in and stained it.
>Thankfully someone has put a pair of green fatigues in the closet.
>You grab the clothes and head over to the bed.
>The nurse has stopped trying to get you to lie back down at least.
>While you sit on the side of the bed, you toss your hospital gown off.
>After you finish dressing the lower half of your body and lace your boots, you turn to ask the nurse:
“Is it okay to take this off?”
>While pointing towards your bandage
>She nods.
>Underneath the bandage is a scar, maybe an inch in length.
>You can still see the line where you were stitched back up.
>Cadence really did a number on you, enough to put you out for seven weeks.
>As you start pulling a white t-shirt over your head, you turn to the Sergeant.
“What happened with Cadence, is Flurry alright?”
>”Cadence was captured and is currently imprisoned in the tower. Princess Heart is… alright.”
“She went to lead the army, didn’t she?”
>”How did you know?”
“Because I know that she wouldn’t just sit here for almost two months.”
>>26749421
>As you button the long sleeved top of the fatigues, you stuff your cap under your arm. You then rise and start to leave the room.
“Come on, you can brief me over tea.”
>As you walk through the city, your thoughts go towards your coma induced power trip of a dream.
>Flurry is okay, and that’s what matters.
>But you remember how you felt as you watched the yaks being fire bombed.
>You reveled in the destruction.
>A feeling you had never been experienced before.
>But the dream has helped to cement your mentality.
>You are fighting to preserve the nation, not to fulfill some delusion of grandeur.
>You fight because it is your duty, not because it brings you pleasure.
>As you reached a café, you sat at a table and ordered while the Sergeant brought you up to speed.
>…
>Clever way of stopping the yaks, you wouldn’t have expected them to reform after the bombing.
>…
>She could have gotten herself killed against the minotaur, but beating one in single combat is no easy feat.
>…
>Brilliant means of dealing with the Saddle Arabian fleet. To subdue the enemy without fighting is the acme of skill.
>…
>You’re glad that she managed to keep the other generals from squabbling while you were out.
>…
>Interesting plan of attack, not too dissimilar to some of your early ideas on facing the southern front.
>…
>”And the armies will converge in seven days. We’ve just gotten word back that her force was ambushed by forces from Canterlot. She led a counter attack and took out the enemy artillery quickly before more damage could be done. Casualties totaled under a hundred.”
“Tell me more of these enemy airships.”
>>26749430
>”They found some type of fuel source that lets them copy our own airships, but without the need for unicorns to operate them. They look like identical copies of our own, but it will be impossible to judge their performance until we encounter them on the field. They’ve sent at least eight of them to the front, and they should be arriving just as the counter offensive begins.”
“Worrying… and last I knew we wouldn’t have any of our own rebuilt until autumn, correct?”
>”Affirmative Sir.”
>It’s a lot of information to take in.
>Flurry has performed excellently in the past weeks.
>She has what has been rusting in your mind.
>Creativity.
>She has a spark that has long since dimmed in you.
>You would have set in to face weeks of urban warfare in Manehattan, but she thought of a way to make sure that not one pony died.
>Another front had been closed, but you were still at a stalemate with the two enemies that posed the greatest threats to Equestria.
>And one of them is about to have air superiority.
>But you might have something that can help with that.
“When does the next train leave?”
>”The day after tomorrow Sir.”
>You should have just enough time.
“Prepare any pegasi that remain here to accompany me on that train, including you.”
>”Should I leave now Sir?”
>He seems distraught at that order.
>It’s around five in the afternoon.
“Not yet, I’d like to talk some more.”
>You take a sip of tea.
>After being sustained through tubes for weeks, you can’t explain the feeling of drinking once again.
“How has the city been since Flurry left?”
>”Quiet I suppose, many of the Crystal ponies have gone off to fight, but everyday life continues.”
“How many men did she leave here?”
>”Just under a thousand.”
“And why the shock at being ordered to leave?”
>”Sir?”
“Your eyes went wide when I gave the order, why?”
>”Well… you see…”
“Who is she?”
>>26749437
>”Why would you think-“
“You’re what, 23? I’ve been leading men for longer than you’ve been alive. I know the look.”
>”Her name is Winter Gem, she’s your nurse.”
“Glad to see my personal injury got you a marefriend.”
>”Sir, I di-“
“Relax, it’s a joke.”
>”Oh.”
“Tell me something. Do you love her, and does she love you?”
>”Absolutely.”
“Then you know what you have to do, and you still have tomorrow to do so.”
>”With all due respect, why do you care?”
“Because I’ve seen too many men put it off until they get back home, but never come back.”
>”Did you just imply that I’m going to die?”
“No you idgit, I’m saying that even if it’s for a day or two you should make the most of it. Don’t put it off; you’ll thank me for it when you’re older.”
>“Still sounds like you think I’m gonna die.”
“You let your men speak casually with you, and you get this when you give them legitimate advice!”
>The two of you laugh at the situation.
>”Sir, could I ask you something?”
“You just did.”
>”Would you be my best stallion- err- best man?”
“Why not? After all, it’s been ages since I was at a wedding.”
>”Thanks Sir.”
“Well, what are you waiting for? Go pop the question.”
>”What, right now?”
“Yes, you can deal with the details tonight and tomorrow morning.”
>With that, the Sergeant runs out of the café, presumably to fly straight back to the hospital.
>Even if the young couple never gets reunited, they deserve the small time they have in these days.
>The real pain would be if they were left wondering ‘what if’ for the rest of their days.
>Not knowing is worse than knowing you’ve lost someone.
>As you finished your tea and paid, you left to go give the orders to your pegasi.
>Then you went to pick out your formal uniform.
>Best to relax before the coming storm.
>>26749462
Act II pastebin: http://pastebin.com/nwmz5VLj
This is all for tonight, during the week updates might be a bit rarer, but I'll try to do a small bump every night or whenever else I can find the time.
>>26749353>Flurry is dead.
Well fuck. I actually didn't see that coming.
>>26749539
it was an dream
>>26749421
>Been in a coma for 7 years
needs more of this
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cLoytewvn0g
>anon's dream
So based!...also, bump
>>26749482
Man that was pretty good. At first I legit thought flurry was killed but I noticed that thr pacing was way too fast afterwards so I figured it was a dream.
Did anything happen to Flurry or is she fine?
>>26747039
You bastard!
>>26749353
>Flurry is dead
You fucking bastard my heart actually sank as i read that, i skimmed ahead to see if it was just a dream or not...don't do this to me...
wait...my heart sank as i read that Flurry of all ponies was dead...WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?!
>>26750721
Shes a POW. Pregnant after weeks of Minotaur gangrape.
Let's get this off page 9.
Bumporu
boom
Bop
Boop
>>26753529
eat dicks
>>26753850
That's not very nice
Page 9 bump
>>26753867
i'm not very nice
>>26754273
Oh he a bad guy yeah? Lets make you shit yourself and force you to play battleturds all daye
>>26757321
Bump, enjoying the story so far. It's written very well.
>>26749462
>…
>The ceremony was rather basic.
>The bride’s family and a couple of friends were there, and some of the groom’s closer comrades-in-arms came to wish him well.
>You stood in a uniform modeled after what modern American generals wore in your world.
>Then came the reception.
>You were in a rather normal ball room near the tower.
>First were toasts.
>The bride’s father, the groom, and the maid of honor gave rather ordinary ones, wishing best of luck, etcetera.
>Then, as the best man, came yours.
>You stood to give it.
“I’m only going to say this once: at ease.”
>You hear chuckles from the military ponies.
“I must admit that coming up with battle speeches is a lot easier for me, but I’ll try my best.”
>You look to the bride.
“Winter, I don’t know you that well; you were my nurse for almost two months, so I know that you’ll be able to take care of him. Also, I’ve seen him bluff in card games, when he shifts his right wing that means he’s lying. But, I don’t think you’ll ever need that information, he’s a good stallion and I’m glad you found each other during these troubling times.”
>You turn to the groom.
“I’d like to think I can read my men rather well. And when I saw Thunder here talk about his bride to be, I knew that he had found his soul mate. You’re one of the best men I’ve had the pleasure of having under my command, and one of a small handful of ponies that I know I can completely depend on. And I know that you’ll give your wife even more devotion than you’ve given to me. When this conflict is over, I wish the best to the family, and hope that many children can bless the marriage of Winter and the Lieutenant here.”
>”Lieutenant?” Thunder asks.
“Call it a wedding present. Now, to the bride and groom.”
>You raise your champagne glass.
>The crowd repeats the toast.
>You down the glass in one go.
“Now go cut the cake already!”
>The crowd cheers.
>>26759654
>The couple started to cut the cake, and pass it out.
>Ponies stood about, eating and talking for a while.
>In the corner of the hall a band played music.
>Slower stuff.
>There was a pianist, two violinists, and a cellist.
>Your small talk was mostly about telling some old war stories.
>The bride’s father was a veteran of the First War of the Saddle Arabian Coast, and you spent a lot of time swapping your tales from the conflict.
>Due to the amount of soldiers here, most of the conversations revolved around old stories, and thoughts on the current war.
>Mostly things were hopeful.
>After the ponies had finished eating, the dances started.
>First to the waltz were the bride and groom.
>Then the bride and her father.
>As they danced the groom joined in with his new mother-in-law.
>You felt a nudge in your side, as the maid of honor bumped her shoulder into you.
>A crystal pony with a light hazel coat, and a darker golden main kept free flowing in a mid-length.
>Her name was Amber Dawn.
>She nudges you again.
>Right, best man and maid of honor are expected to dance.
>You raise your right hand to accept her hoof, and join the others.
>At least when ponies stand on two legs to waltz, they’re almost at your height.
>The remaining wedding goes soon filter in as well.
“Sorry if I’m a bit rusty.”
>”Oh you can the worse than me.”
“So, you’re the bride’s sister, right.”
>”Yup, big sis watching her little baby sis go.”
“I don’t mean any offense, but there isn’t much of a family resemblance.”
>”We get that all the time, she took after mom and I took after dad.”
>You try to remember how many glasses you’ve had.
>Four or five.
>It doesn’t really matter; you can barely feel a buzz.
>>26759671
>”So, you’re going back to the war tomorrow morning?”
“Affirmative.”
>”Won’t that be dangerous?”
“Always is.”
>”Is that where you go the scar?”
>She’s referring to the old wound over your left eye.
“Actually no, that one was from a dragon.”
>”Oh really?”
“Every five years or so I was sent into the Everfree forest to thin the herds of nasty creatures in it, and the second time out I found an adult dragon. Long story short, I left with the scar and the dragon didn’t leave at all.”
>”Sounds a lot more exciting than my life.”
“What do you do?”
>”I’m a school teacher for young colts and fillies.”
“Sounds like you have the tougher job; I’d take a hundred battlefields before a room full of small children. My life is only at risk once in a while, you risk it every day of your life.”
>”Well they haven’t tried to kill me recently, so I must be doing something right.”
“They’re obviously plotting something big, watch out.”
>”Ha, is that your tactical opinion?”
“Something like that.”
>As you look around the room, you see that some of the ponies have stopped dancing.
>You’d be okay to stop as well.
“Excuse me for a moment; I’ve got something planned for the bride and groom.”
>”Come back soon.”
>You leave the maid of honor and head over the bar.
>You order a gin and tonic before heading over to the band.
>You sip your drink as you wait for the song to end.
>When it does, you ask to have the piano for a moment.
>You reach over and grab a microphone, placing it so it can pick up your voice.
“Excuse me, I’ve got a song from my world that I think embodies the bride and groom pretty well. In keeping with the pace, I’ll take it slow as well.”
>You crack your fingers, and test out a few notes on the piano.
>You’ve still got it.
Sorry, but this is it for tonight. I've got a bit of free time tomorrow, so there might be a bit more than today's.
>>26759681
>You begin playing a loose cover as you sing slowly into the microphone.
“Rastsvetali iabloni i grushi,
Poplyli tumany nad rekoj.
Vykhodila na bereg Katyusha,
Na vysokij bereg na krutoj.
Vykhodila na bereg Katyusha,
Na vysokij bereg na krutoj.
Vykhodila, pesniu zavodila
Pro stepnogo, sizogo orla,
Pro togo, kotorogo liubila,
Pro togo, chi pisma beregla.
Pro togo, kotorogo liubila,
Pro togo, chi pisma beregla.
Oj ty, pesnia, pesenka devichia,
Ty leti za iasnym solntsem vsled.
I bojtsu na dalnem pograniche
Ot Katyushi peredaj privet.
I bojtsu na dalnem pograniche
Ot Katyushi peredaj privet.
Pust on vspomnit devushku prostuiu,
Pust uslyshit, kak ona poet,
Pust on zemliu berezhet rodnuiu,
A liubov Katyusha sberezhet.
Pust on zemliu berezhet rodnuiu,
A liubov Katyusha sberezhet.”
>There is applause as you end.
>The bride and groom seemed to enjoy it.
>You’ll tell them the meaning someday.
>After that you took your drink and returned to the bar.
>You don’t normally drink this much, but hey- it’s a wedding.
>>26759695
Apparently the song is russian but google translate seems unable to translate it.
>>26759893
Likely because it's not in cyrillic.
>>26759893
It's Katyusha
One more cause I couldn't sleep
>>26759695
>Three of the soldiers here aside from the now-lieutenant were pegasi.
>They ended up coming to the bar.
“Hey barkeep, let’s get a round of whiskey over here.”
>Four shot glasses are slid your way, and you give one to each while holding up your own.
“To the coming victory.”
>”Cheers.”
>There is some idle discussion about the state of the fronts, but soon you order another round.
>A third soon follows.
>As your conversation with the men dies down, they end up heading back to the main floor.
>And you order another gin and tonic.
>You were soon joined at the bar by another pony.
>”Well you’re full of surprises.” The maid of honor tells you.
“I try.”
>”So what exactly was that?”
“Katyusha, it’s a Russian wartime love song.”
>”Who are the Russians?”
“Tough men that are one quarter bear and survive entirely on Vodka.”
>She looks terrified at the thought.
“It’s just a joke.”
>”Do you know any more of their songs?”
“Plenty, but I doubt they’d fit the situation.”
>But you’re just buzzed enough to do something.
“Hold my drink.”
>You step into a clearer area and bring yourself closer to the ground.
>Your knees are going to hurt tomorrow.
>You begin performing various Cossack Dance motions.
>You end with the prisyadka, halfway through it you unfold your arms and start waving your hat around.
>Yeah that’s going to hurt tomorrow.
>Returning to the bar, you hear applause behind you as you take your drink back.
>Could have sworn there was less in it then you remember.
>”That… sure was something.”
“Spasibo.”
>>26760171
>images of anon doing a cossack dance while in full uniform runs through my mind
Fucking kek
>>26760171
I eagerly await the next installment, friend.
>>26760171
Quality story writefriend, cant wait for the next installment
>>26760171
Going a little cheeki breeki?
Hook Anon up with Flurry already!
>>26761867
>Hook Anon up with Flurry already!
You do realize anon is basically her uncle in this story, r-right?
>>26761946
Anon was having sexual intercourse with the maid-of-honor.
>>26761946
Not a good uncle if hes denying his niece the joys of penis.
>>26761946
>basically
He is her actual uncle and acting father.
You think nothing went on between him and twilight?
>>26761946
Your point being?
>>26762648
>You think nothing went on between him and twilight?
Hell yeah, I think he was hitting that purple pussy. But Anon and Flurry hooking up would be just plain wrong in my opinion
>>26763094
That's my point, Anon is her ACTUAL uncle and effective foster father. Shiny wasn't in her life for very long, and even before then he was absent most of the time.
>>26763103
Yeah I agree, he basically was her father figure(if not primary parental influence, considering how Candyass went crazy) growing up.
Dammit, this writefag is gud! I have feels for a character now that was essentially made to sell more toys
bong
Pump
Lump
trump
Stump
>>26766338
Flurry votes for The Bern.
>>26766760
>implying Flurry Heart wouldnt want to make Equestria great again.
>>26766760
>>26766864
Anons, Flurry's already been part of a conspiracy to force one white politician with no grasp of reality out of power. I highly doubt she'd want to elect another.
>>26760171
Is no one going to say anything about Anon's drink?
>>26766914
Touche.
>>26760171
>Returning to the bar, you hear applause behind you as you take your drink back.
>Could have sworn there was less in it then you remember.
Anon is gonna get date raped
Sorry about the slow posts, I'm swamped from seven in the morning till ten/eleven at nights in the week. On Friday and Saturday I've got a pretty clear schedule though.
>>26760171
>There is a confused look on her face.
“Means ‘thank you’ in Russian.”
>”Ah.”
>You down the remainder of your gin and tonic.
>You whistle at the barkeep.
“A medium Vodka dry Martini- with a slice of lemon peel. Shaken and not stirred please.”
>”Make that two.”
>While waiting or your drink, you look at the closest clock.
>Just about six in the afternoon.
>And the train won’t leave until noon tomorrow.
>The barkeep slides over the two drinks.
>You grab yours and hold it up.
“For the Motherland.”
>She toasts her glass to yours.
>”Cheers.”
“You know it’s been ages since I was at a wedding.”
>”This is the first I’ve been to.”
“How do you like it?”
>”Well the company is great.”
>Her statement was then cut short as the groom made an announcement.
>”Alright everypony, Winter and I are going to be heading out now, but please stay and enjoy the rest of the party, it’s booked till midnight.”
>There are some cheers about the continued party, and some whistles from the more wedding savvy ponies.
>Amber then got up from the barstool and turned to you.
>”Hold my drink, my sis is going to throw the bouquet.”
>As you take the drink in your free hand, she rushes over to the crowd.
>You lose sight of her in it.
>But you do see the flowers soar through the air.
>Then you see the bride and groom head over to the door.
>As they open it, he grabs her in his front hooves and flies out of sight.
>The maid of honor soon returns, clutching the bouquet.
>You hand her drink back to her.
“Congrats.”
>”About time too, thirty five and still no hubby.”
>>26769113
“That’s what a twelve year gap between the two of you?”
>”Thirteen, parents had me at twenty then Winter surprised them at thirty-three.
“Your choice to wait for a later marriage?”
>”No. Winter got all of the charm, and because of the wars the mares outnumber the stallions six to four…”
“Sorry about that.”
>”You should be, getting all of the eligible ones killed.”
>She overplayed the sarcasm in that to make sure you didn’t take it seriously.
>”But now I’ve got luck on my side.”
“You don’t really believe in the old bouquet superstition?”
>”Who said anything about the bouquet, I’m talking about this drink.”
“Great, an alcoholic school teacher, that’s just what the next generation needs.”
>”Well if you insist.”
>She downs the rest of her glass in one go.
>”And just so you know, I only drink on special occasions.”
“And what exactly is a ‘special occasion’ to you?”
>”You know: birthdays, hearths warming eve, weekends. Hey barkeep, let’s get another over here.”
“You know, I have to hand it to you. Not many ponies keep up with the snark to snark combat.”
>”In your words from earlier: I try.”
“Touché.”
>She picks up her fresh drink as it’s sent over.
>”We need a new toast.”
“To functioning alcoholics.”
>You clink the glasses together.
>”Spasibo.”
“You’re a quick learner.”
>”You’re a good teacher.”
“Says the teacher.”
>”Just don’t tell any of my students.”
>It might be the alcohol affecting your memory, but you could have sworn that she was sitting closer to you than earlier.
Promise a couple more are coming tomorrow.
>>26769117
>Idle conversation continued for an hour or two.
>After you each finished your Martinis, you had a bottle of wine sent over.
>It was nearing sundown, and you ended up pouring the last glasses of it.
>You’ve settled into a solid buzz.
>But even then you have an amazing tolerance.
>You’d have to openly choose to take in enough to get properly drunk, casual drinking hasn’t gotten you over the limit since your college days.
>It’s been nice to talk to actual people again.
>It reminds you about all of the reasons why you continue fighting.
>All most people want is to just live their lives; you have to stop the few who want to disrupt that.
>Anyway, your conversation continues.
“So there I was in the Changeling nest, the queen sat over the newest brood. I look straight at her and yell out ‘catch’. She raises her hoof and the bundle of dynamite gets lodged in one of her leg holes. After that I ran as fast as I could out of there.”
>”So that was common occurrence?”
“I was sent on a bug hunt every year or so, that one was two years go now. No more queens have been reported since then, so it isn’t that common anymore.”
>”You have had quite the exciting life.”
“Nah, it’s you pony’s lives that are the real exciting ones. You get to choose where you work, how to put your skills to use, and who to spend time with. I never had that choice in my line of work.”
>You had each finished your last glass of wine.
>”Sooo here’s the thing. I’m feeling a bit tipsy and I live a bit of a distance from here and it’s late. Would you, as the big tough soldier mind escorting me back? Just to be safe.”
>Wait, has she been flirting with you?
>Of course not, you’re getting too old for that.
“After you.”
>>26769121
aww general anon is a horse fucker.
>>26769144
At least it's not Flurry.
>>26769121
Oh shit son
>>26769121
Hope she isn't a loyalist spy/assassin or a changeling
>>26769158
>Posted at exactly 2:22:22
Dat timing tho
>>26769169
If only the clock were post digits...
>>26769158
"Uncle, you've taught me everything you knew about War, and that led us to victory and the salvation of Equestria... now let me show you all that I know about lovein the bedroom."
She's a spy, fuck her until she turns.
Please don't die yet
>>26769121
Spasibo, ThingFag.
>>26729031
bump
Bump for thingfag
I suggest we nickname her Fury Heart.
>>26772736
derpibooru beat you to that one.
>>26772909
I knowI made the tag :^)
>>26769184
Can love bloom, even on the battlefield?
>>26769166
That was the first thing I thought.... This isn't what it seems to be.
>>26769184
Yissss..
>nein
>>26773956
"Flurry, have I taught you nothing? Love IS a battlefield."
Continue soon?
>>26776469
I'm back and working but exhausted.
>>26776510
>I'm back and working but exhausted.
I'd rub your shoulders, no homo of course
>>26776660
God I would love a back rub right about now, no homo.
>>26769121
>You stepped out of the building into the cool spring night.
>She began to lead you through the streets of the city.
>You walked in silence, although every now and then she would bump into you as you walked.
>The streets were rather quiet.
>You took turns, but roughly headed north the entire time.
>After about a half hour of passing by city blocks and crossing streets, she reached her destination.
>A relatively small two story home that looked almost identical to the ones next to it.
>She went up the three steps leading to the landing in front of her door, and then turned to face you.
>She was almost at eye level.
“Here you are.”
>”Thanks.”
“Well, adieu.”
>You begin to turn to leave.
>”Wait. Don’t you want to come in for some coffee or…”
>Actually some coffee would be rather nice right about now.
>Wait.
>Oh… she… yeah.
>She has been flirting with you.
>How have you been oblivious to it?
>You shouldn’t.
“It’s getting late, and I’ve a long day ahead.”
>”Well it’s a bit of a walk to the tower; you’re welcome to sleep on my couch if you want.”
>She’s definitely flirting.
>You really shouldn’t.
“I don’t know- I really should get going.”
>”Okay, I’ll be honest; I’m only at a medium buzz. But I haven’t really ever gotten off with anypony like with you, and I just wanted to spend a bit more time with you.
>She looks the ground, and you see a deep blush form on her cheeks.
>”And I’ve never so much as got a second date, let alone what comes… you know.”
>That’s a pretty bad track record for a thirty-five year old.
>On one hand, you have enjoyed yourself more tonight than in a long while.
>On the other, you really really shouldn’t.
>But it has been so long.
>>26776990
Alright, I need rest, so this is it for tonight.
But, I need to know something.
>No
or
>Yes
and if yes
>Lewd
or
>Fade to blackIf yes and lewd, I reserve the right to fade to black, because I've not written lewd. and if I don't like how it turns out then I wouldn't post it.
You have roughly 20-24 hours to vote/debate/bicker about it.
>>26776660
I'd rub you all the homo if it gets more story.
Oh, and no lewd. This is good, it doesnt need it..
>>26777022
For whatever reason I feel like lewd would just not fit the story. It doesn't make much sense for anon's character.
You know what I mean?
But on the other hand my dick is telling me yes to lewd.
Maybe you could have them just cuddle for now and in the future they can finallyfuck. It just feels too fast for them to do that yet.
>>26776288
Bah bahm bab-bah, bah-bah
WE ARE STRONG
Bah bahm bab-bah, bah-bah
NO ONE CAN TELL US WE'RE WRONG
Bah bahm bab-bah, bah-bah
SEARCHING OUR HEARTS FOR SO LOH-OOH-OH-OOH-OHNG
>>26777022
Not necessary. Just imply it with some conesensual loving, maybe?
>>26777022
Also I won't confirm or deny any of the theories that anons discussed earlier.
The first question refers to the decision.
The second refers to the writing style that follows if that decision is made (if question 2 isn't just a red herring, but again: no confirmations or denials)
>>26777022
Nope. You got a lot to think about and need to get back to Flurry asap. Sex can wait until the war ends. Tell her after the war you might come back and if something happens, then something happens.
>>26777232
My decision depends on one answer.
Has anon ridden the pony?
And if so,with whomand how long before?
>>26777341
Hopefully the sex after is a little uncle-daddy/niece action
>>26777022
I say yes and fade to black.
You can make it brief, if you wish, but I'm interested where you were going with this.
>>26777163
>>26777341
These anons have the right idea.
>>26777022
Yes and fade to black
You can lewd later after the war is over. And maybe have Flurry accidentally walk in on her uncle balls deep in a mare.
For mental trauma and laughs
>>26777022
Yes; fade to black; So Anon has something he can come home to. Lewd when he finally gets back to her after the war is over.
>>26777697
Yes! Make Anon realize the only mare he should be 'Balls Deep' in is Flurry!
>>26777697
>>26777697
I want Field Marshal Anon to be balls deep in another mare when Flurry walks in WHILE Earth's greatest Warlords and Military men is in the background clapping like in the ending of Evangelion
Am I the only one who wants an Anon/Flurry pseudo incest fucking?
>>26777022
Fade to black, or really fade to black before it gets all hardcore.
>>26778465
Most likely not, but you're a vocal minority.
>>26777022
Depends if getting Flurry is an option. If not, then wait till after the war. If she is then we be gunning for Flurry
>>26778708
Would anon fuck a pony who's practically his daughter?
>>26776990
Assuming he wouldn't feel really guilty about it the next day, I'd say yes and just fade to black, wouldn't hurt to end anon's night in a..."happy" way for once.
Boop
>>26777022
TWO WORDS
ALTERNATE SYORYLINE
we can have our lewd and SFW fic two, make something separate.
>>>26777022
How about we fade to black and in an extra part he delivers the lewd if he feels up for it
page 7 bump
Page nein
>>26777697
I like this anon's answer
Besides Anon could lose some stress
>>26776990
Talk nice, drink a few more glasses of...whatever she has lying around, bedroom and boom. Fade to black. 10/10 I still love you...r writing.
>>26782062
again
>>26737644
>hotline miami.jpg
>>26776990
Yes, I don't really care which, just step out of your comfort zone mane
Alright, thanks for the input. The choice has been made, and the consequences charted. I'm exhausted, but working on the next updates.
>>26786601
Now we wait.
>>26786601
Why are you so exhausted, if you don't mind me asking?
Do you need a bath, meal orme?
>>26786653
Because I start weekdays at 7am, and don't get home till 10 pm.And because (irl) I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
page 10 save
2 updates now, back to the action tomorrow and Saturday.
>>26776990
>Duty.
>You strive to be the model example of an officer and gentleman.
>Everything you’ve done has always put the common good ahead of your own goals and desires.
>For as long as you can remember it has always been that you would sacrifice for family, friends, or even complete strangers.
>No matter what happened, you always gave to the world.
>Even when you woke up here, you specifically fought on front lines so that others wouldn’t have to.
>In coming close to forty-six years, you never thought of yourself first.
>God why are things so indescribable.
>Somehow you thought that the universe would pay you back for your deeds karmatically.
>But look where it’s got you.
>There’s maybe one pony that cares about your fate beyond simply needing your skills.
>All your life, you’ve merely been content, never truly happy.
>That’s all you’ve ever wanted.
>But every time you’ve had the possibility, you watched as it crumbled away from you.
>And now you just keep going on until someone finally gets the best of you.
>But why?
>What’s the point?
>Everything you do will eventually be lost to the sands of time.
>And look at you; you’re just standing here having an existential crisis.
>It’s pitiful.
>Maybe all there is: is the moment.
>Tonight you enjoyed yourself.
>And maybe it has been long enough.
>All of these thoughts flew by in a handful of seconds.
“So how about that coffee?”
>She looks back up at you while laughing a bit.
>Her eyes look a bit bloodshot, like she was holding back tears.
>She turns to open her door, and you follow her to the small kitchen.
Make that 3 because character limit.
>>26787523
>As she pulls out a can of coffee grinds, she looks back to you.
>”Sorry, fresh out of it, want something stronger maybe?”
>She beckons towards a bottle of wine on an adjacent counter.
“Actually I think you’ve had enough to drink.”
>”But I’m perfectly sober… ish.”
>You close the distance between the two of you.
“Shhh.”
>You put a finger up to her lips.
“I don’t think that in your condition you’ll even be able to reach the bedroom.”
>In a swift motion you pick her up, her back resting into your arms as you look down to her face.
>She reaches her head towards yours, whispering into your ear:
>”Up the stairs, on the right.”
>She then nibbles on your ear lobe as you make your way up.
>After opening her door, you enter and place her on the bed.
>Helping her out of her dress.
>As she starts working at your shirt’s buttons she speaks once more:
>”I’m sorry it’s just that I’ve never done this before.”
“Is this what you want?”
>She pulls you into a deep kiss.
>That you reciprocate.
>A she breaks it she goes back to your ear.
>”Absolutely.”
>She then pulls you down onto the bed with her.
>>26787530
>…
>Your eyes start to open slowly.
>The room is illuminated by sunlight coming through the cracks in the blind.
>You’re in a soft bed.
>Naked under a blanket.
>A head is resting on your chest, and the sunlight gleams off of her golden mane.
>You reach down and kiss Amber on her forehead.
>Her own eyes start to open.
>And she closes them again, tightening her grip around your torso.
>”Good morning.” She quietly murmurs.
“You have a good night?”
>”The best.”
>You glance at her bedside clock.
>Six A.M.
“You know I’ve got to go soon.”
>”So soon?”
“But seeing as it is a weekend and you won’t be needed at work, I could stay a bit longer.”
>She works her way to rest atop you, lying chest to chest.
>After you break free from the resulting kiss, you say one more thing.
“Just enough time to go again.”
>”Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
>…
Ba-bump
>>26787533
Cheating on Flurry. She wont take this well.
If anyone wanted the wed scene and was disappointed don't worry, I have a gift for you.
PS: pls r8.
>>26788289
Cheating on Twilight. She wont take this well.
>FTFY
>>26788340
Kys you piece of shit.
>>26788371
Twilight has been gone a long time. Flurry is a healthy mare of breeding age.
Bumpo~
>>26789055
Dubs dont lie. Breed Flurry, not some random bar trash.
boom
>>26789055
>>26789594
Or you two chucklefucks could go jerk your dicks on derpibooru instead of fucking around here.
>>26789851
Post above was meant for you~
>>26791068
While i don't agree with your wording i do agree with your point.You two incestfags can go over to derpibooru and jerk off to some of that shit instead of constantly trying to force thingfag to write this kind of shit.Better yet, write it yourself.
>>26791264
Its not really incest anon. Sexy little Flurry isn't related to the Anon of the story by blood.
>>26793826
>by blood
This shit again? I've already seen this trash reasoning in a "5 reasons why Twilight is shit" thread today.What is adoptive parenting again?
>>26787533
>A few hours later the two of you were sitting over breakfast.
>She’s not that bad of a cook.
>You had finally been relaxed after more than a decade of being pent up.
>Though it was much longer for your new friend.
>You were just finishing up breakfast.
>”So, what happens now?”
“Now I go off to war.”
>”You won’t be gone too long will you?”
>She’s completely head over heels.
>But you?
>Well you like her sure, but…
“Hard to say.”
>As you finish eating, you relocate to a couch in her living room.
>She’s pressing up next to you as you sit in it.
>”So when everything is all settled, you’ll come back here?”
“Well, even in times of peace most of my time is spent across the nation to inspect forts and garrisons. Busy work and it almost never ends.”
>Light twinkles off of her eyes before she rests her head on your shoulder.
>”I don’t mind waiting.”
>She’s set on the long game.
>You’re not sure what to think about that.
>This might have been a horrible mistake.
>But you’ve enjoyed yourself more in the past twenty or so hours than you can remember.
>”What time is it?”
>She looks past you to a clock.
>”Almost nine thirty.”
“Still gives me enough time to get everything set.”
>”What do you have to do?”
“At this point get a fresh set of clothes, and meet my men to lead them to the train.”
>”So just enough time to fit in a going away present?”
“Someone’s feeling… energetic.”
>”Well I’ve got my entire adult life to make up for. Also I won’t be seeing you for quite some time.”
“Who can argue logic like that?”
>She pushes you over, so that you’re lying on the couch before she crawls atop you.
>Then she flips your officer’s cap onto her own head as you reach your arms behind her neck to bring her in for a kiss.
>…
>>26794305
>Some time later, she remained atop you.
>Both of you were exhausted from the three recent sessions.
>She was gently napping while still wearing your hat.
>You could stay here forever.
>Your breathing had synchronized, and her light snoring and murmuring was peaceful.
>For the first time in twenty some odd years, everything was right in the world.
>There was no war, no mad princesses, and no missing ponies.
>The weight of a nation was off your shoulders.
>There was just you, Amber, and bliss.
>The ever so smallest sliver of your mind considered retiring here and now.
>You looked over towards a clock.
>Eleven thirty.
>That’s great.
>You put your head back down, and closed your eyes.
>But they then shot back open.
>The train leaves in a half hour.
>You work your way out from the pony sleeping atop you.
>She didn’t wake up.
>You buckle your pants back up, and put your jacket and shoes on.
>As you quietly rush out of her home, you were halfway to the tower before realizing that you left your officer’s cap on her.
>But there was no time to turn back.
>You’d guess that ten minutes had passed as you jogged to your room.
>It took you another ten to get into less formal attire and to equip your weaponry.
>Five more minutes to get to your detachment of men.
>Lieutenant Thunder saluted as you approached.
>”Morning Sir. Though you would never join us, especially after a couple of the others saw you go off with-“
“One more word and I bust your flank back to private.”
>He remained silent as you led the men forward.
>As you approached the train, a nearby bell tower started to ring.
>You were maybe fifty feet from reaching it when the twelfth bong resounded.
>And simultaneously an explosion and fireball engulfed the train car you were about to be seated on.
>The car you should have been seated on if you weren’t late.
>>26794313
Jesus this is intense
>>26794313
>The car you should have been seated on if you weren’t late.
Oh shit, assassination attempt. But from who?
>>26794391
Saddle arabiams? Or an inside job?
>>26794391
Maybe Amber knew and was purposely keeping him late?
I know. I'm an idiot.
>>26794468Alahu akbar pone?
>>26794652
ISIS pone when?
>>26794652
nonsense, they would have waited
>>26794713
Unless theyblew their load early
>>26794729
Good thing that Anontook time to blow his own load
>>26794313
>Assassination attempt.
>Make this believable.
>Your let out a scream of agony, and clench your chest near your heart.
“SHRAPNEL!”
>You fall on your left knee while still clutching the wound.
“Men, secure the area, get the other soldiers to be on the lookout. Lieutenant Thunder, get a stretcher to fly me to the hospital. It hit close to the heart, and I’m not sure how long adrenaline can get keep me going.”
>You kept up the act while you waited and observed the wreckage.
>No ponies were on or near the car that exploded.
>And the bomb was presumably set to a timer, right when you would be leaving for the front.
>But most of the city knew that you were leaving, and the train schedule is public knowledge.
>As you were loaded onto a makeshift stretcher, the Lieutenant and another of your men flew you to the hospital.
>You leaned over to Thunder.
“When we’re there get your wife and the doctor who performed the surgery on me before the coma. Trust no one else.”
>As you landed near the hospital, you were rushed to the surgery room.
>Thunder, his wife, and your doctor were the only other ponies in the room.
>You got off of the surgery table that had been set up.
“Alright, someone just tried to have me killed. But each of you has had more than ample opportunity to kill me before this, so I trust you.”
>”Orders?” Thunder asks.
“We’ll remain in ‘surgery’ for an hour or two. After which you’ll send me back to my hospital room. I want you each to covertly spread the rumor that I’m alive and stable but gravely wounded from a shard of the explosive that hit a vital region. Lieutenant, I want at least three dozen men stationed in the hospital: a strong defensive pattern, but one that can easily be bypassed. Winter, doctor, I want you to set up the life support machines to work without being attached. Whoever did this will try to finish the job, but I’ll be waiting.”
>>26795271
>Many hours later, you sat in the closet of a hospital room.
>The room was dark, and the blinds closed.
>A curtain was around ‘your’ bed, and the tubes, needles, and diodes were hooked up to a few pillows underneath a blanket.
>The steady beeping kept you company while you waited.
>To your right you had your sword leaning against the closet’s corner.
>You had your dagger in your left hand, ready to use.
>The time waiting was spent contemplating possible suspects.
>The intricacies of a bombing ruled out some of the possibilities.
>Three possibilities remained: The griffons, Saddle Arabians, and the Royalists.
>But the former two were unlikely; someone would have seen the other species skulking about.
>Unless they worked through intermediaries, buying local or military manpower.
>You think back to the attempt on your life in Appleoosa.
>Maybe the monarchs have had you marked for death for quite some time.
>Given recent discoveries about Cadence, now you wouldn’t put assassination past them.
>You need to catch the perpetrator tonight.
>After today, there will only be four days before the offensive.
>And if you rush, you might just make it in time.
>It’s been quite some time.
>Through cracks in the blinds, you could see that the sun was setting.
>The guards should be changing soon.
>If you were an assassin, that’s when you’d strike.
>You hear movement outside in the hall.
>The door creaks open, and a single set of hooves enter.
>You rise silently as you hear the hooves trot over to ‘your’ bed.
>As you come out of the closet, you see a silhouette approaching where you should be.
>You move into position behind the pony, and throw your right arm around its neck, getting ready to thrust your dagger into the would be killer.
>>26794729
>>26794791
I hope you get flayed alive in hell and are forced to eat your charred skin.
>>26795293
oh shit, you got them.
>>26795293
Don't leave us hanging now
>>26795293
I have an idea who it might be....
>>26795293
>The pony screamed in terror.
>Wait.
>That sounds somewhat familiar.
>And that soft smell of almonds…
“Amber?”
>”Anon?”
>You release her from your grip.
“What are you doing here?”
>”I heard from my sis that you were hurt, so I came to check on you.”
“Didn’t the guards stop you?”
>”What guards? There were some outside but a unicorn was leading them away from the hospital.”
>That’s now how the changing of the guard is supposed to happen.
“What unicorn?”
>”It was dark, but I think he had a pale red coat and blackish mane.”
>Lieutenant Light Eclipse.
>A mole in your own ranks.
>You headed over to the window, and peaked through the blinds.
>Another group of soldiers was approaching.
>You counted about thirty.
>And you didn’t recognize any of them.
>They’re here to kill you.
“Amber.”
>”Is it bad?”
“Very.”
>You rush back to the closet to fetch your sword.
“I need you to listen very carefully. Two dozen plus ponies are masquerading as my men; I want you to take this.”
>You put your dagger into her hoof.
“Now, you’re going to hide in this closet until it’s passed.”
>You usher her towards the corner of the closet.
>You then grab a few pillows and start to stack them around her.
“You need to hide until it’s passed. If you hear anyone approach, without me personally giving an all clear, then you stay completely still and silent. If they open this closet and start to move these covers then use that knife, and run as fast as you can.”
>She’s almost completely buried in the pillows and blankets now, but her head is still peeking out.
>You kneel down and kiss her, before placing a final blanket over the entire heap.
>As you start to close the closet doors you hear her say something.
>”Good luck.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon. I promise.”
>>26795756
Hospital fight incoming tomorrow, goodnight thread.
>>26795762
This is going to be really good.
>>26795756
From bar floozy to pure, life saving waifu in under 24 hours
>>26794313
>three recent sessions
Amber is one horny poner
>>26796741
She's in her mid-thirties and even admits she can't get a second date, she's got A LOT pent up.
>>26796752
Did Anon take her virginity?
>>26796921
Well horses don't have hymens but it was her first time having sex.
>>26795756
So theres still spys in the army? And what about the soldiers coming to kill anon? Royalists or changeling? Great so far though, looking forward to more.
>>26795756
Can't get enough of this, looking forward to reading more!
Boop
>>26798881
nou
>>26795756
>As you close the closet doors, you take a step towards the door.
>But the breaking of glass stops you.
>As you spin around, you see that three pegasi have broken the window, and are attacking.
>The first one raises a sword, which you quickly parry away and slash towards his neck.
>One.
>Continuing on you bash the next on the side of the head with your elbow, before thrusting your blade into his chest.
>Two.
>The last of the trio starts charging towards you.
>You sidestep and trip him, while grabbing onto his right wing with your free hand.
>As you force him to the ground you hear bones breaking and a cry of pain.
>You then end the cries of pain.
>Three.
>Rushing out of the room, you enter the hall.
>Most of the ponies have gone home by this hour, so you won’t have to worry much about crossfire.
>As you scan the hallway, it looks to be empty.
>To the left is the main staircase, and you can hear hooves storming upwards.
>To the right is the elevator, which then dings.
>As the door slides open, you see five unicorns preparing a barrage of magical attacks.
>You casually walk towards the oncoming fire.
>It’s been decades.
>Why do they still believe that magic can affect you?
>As you near them, you see uneasy looks of fear.
>Four.
>Five.
>Six.
>Seven.
>Eight.
>The elevator walls were covered in a splattering of blood.
>At the far end of the hall, the stairway doors open, and ponies start to charge out.
>Rushing to face the oncoming attackers, you swing at the first.
>Nine.
>The next lunges at you with a spear, which you nock to the side and grab with your free hand.
>As you thrust your sword deep into his chest, it gets jammed in his corpse.
>Ten.
>>26800061
>Taking the spear, you back pedal and wave it to keep the approaching ponies at bay.
>You back into an empty hospital room, and skewer the first of them that follows.
>Eleven.
>It’s a choke point, but they work both ways.
>You pull upwards and the spear breaks in two from the added weight.
>The following pony raised an axe, but you grabbed his hoof and stuck the remaining spear haft into his throat.
>Twelve.
>You then push forwards through the ponies surrounding the door.
>Can’t let them make cohesive formations.
>As you power through the crowd you hack with the axe a few times.
>Thirteen.
>Fourteen.
>The entire hallway is filled with enemies.
>You duck as a few towards the stairs release a few arrows above the heads of their allies.
>Charging towards the archers, you dodge and block incoming sword and spears.
>Fifteen.
>The four archers were pegasi hovering just above the heads of the other ponies.
>AS they prepare another volley, you grapple one of the earth ponies to use as a shield.
>Sixteen.
>Throwing the arrow peppered body into another attacker, you’ve closed the distance.
>You hack into the belly of the first archer, and he falls to the ground.
>Seventeen.
>The next tries to charge you and you meet it with an axe head to the neck.
>Eighteen.
>The third begins to fly to the opposite side of the hallway.
>But you throw the axe and it lands in the back of his spine.
>Nineteen.
>You grab the last flyer from the air, and work him down to your level.
>Before snapping his neck and unsheathing a dagger from his corpse.
>Twenty.
>Moving back to the enemies on the floor, you kick upwards into the next one’s throat.
>And stick the knife into the side of his torso a few times.
>Twenty-one.
>The remaining ponies start to back away from you.
>Visibly shaking from the bloodbath around them.
>>26800077
>You drop the knife, and pickup one of the undamaged bows.
>They’re scrambling to enter the elevator, as you’re blocking their only other means of escape.
>You sling a quiver of arrows over your shoulder and draw one.
>A harsh beep in the elevator indicates that it’s over its weight limit.
>You begin taking aim at the mass of ponies that are trying to arguing over who should get to flee.
>Twenty-two.
>Twenty-three.
>Twenty-four.
>Twenty-five.
>Twenty-six.
>The last survivor leaves the pile of corpses, and gets on his knees to start begging for mercy.
>You draw another arrow.
>As you release it, it finds a new home in the ponies left eye socket.
>Twenty-seven.
>No more are left alive.
>A silence has filled the area.
>At the far end of the hall, the elevator doors continually try to close.
>Only to be stopped by a pair of dead ponies.
>You toss the bow and quiver to the side, and go to retrieve your sword.
>You brace your foot on the body of the one your blade is lodged in.
>Retracting the blade, you then wipe the blood off of it and onto a corpse.
>As you sheathe your sword, you hear the stairwell door open.
“Hello Lieutenant Eclipse, I see that it’s treason then.”
>He stands wide eyed at the death.
>”You… you should be dead.”
“I get that a lot. So, are we going to do this the easy way, or not?”
>He turns tail and starts sprinting down the stairs.
>And you give follow.
>It would have been a good chase.
>But the poor fool tripped town the stairs, looks like he broke a leg.
“So, answer my questions willingly, or do you need some encouragement?”
>”Burn in Tartarus traitor!” He gets out between grunts of pain.
“Alright be like that.”
>You grab the unicorn by the horn and start dragging him to a surgery room.
>You strap him onto the table, and retrieve a set of medical tools.
>Tapping a scalpel against his cheek, you then tell him:
“This might hurt.”
>…
>>26800093
This is getting brutal. Please continue.
>>26800061
>thingfag posts while I went to take a shit
good man
>Be Young Colt
>Be Friends with flurry
>Make plans with cadence that flurry will come over for a slumber party in a week
>Shes the most popular girl in school, she has her cutie mark.
>You don't, but she still hangs out with you.
>Week comes
>See flurry come out of school
>Wave
>She waves back
>Runs up to you with a grin on her face
>"You ready to head to your place, Anon?"
>Nod reluctantly, you really didn't want to blow things with her.
>She smiles and the two of you walk home together
>On the way there, she asks if you want to share a milkshake with her
>You where shocked, a girl like her, and colt like you, what would people think?
>You agree and the two of you walk into Mr and Mrs.Cakes bakery
>She gets Chocolate, probably because she knows its your favorite
>You offer to pay
>"No way, I offered!"
>She puts three bits on the counter and levitates it out the door
>"Don't you want to stay here and drink it?"
>You turns around and grins
>"Of course, But i thought we count sit outside!"
>>26800556
>Oh no
>You ask her why
"It's a nice day out, what? do you not want to be seen with me?"
>Her normal cheerful expression turned sad in the matter of seconds
>"No, No, Not at all. But do you care to be seen with me?"
>She looks at you slightly frustrated
>"Anon, if i didn't i wouldn't be here now would i?"
>You swallow hard, and answer
>"I guess not."
>She sits down at a table and takes a big sit out of the milkshake
>You stare at her in awe, god she was so beautiful.
>She looks you in the eye confused
>"What?"
>She removes her soft, supple lips from around the straw and moves the milkshake toward you
>"Nothing!"
>Your cheeks feel hot and you quickly scoot the milkshake closer and drink
>She can never know how you feel about her
>>26800093
Damn. Anon fucked them up.
Thingfag, while your in the hospital, swipe some fertility drugs. You can slip them into Flurrys food and make sure her rutting takes later.
>>26800093
Oh boy torture. We Hollywood now?
I'm imagining this ending in Anon walking away with an explosion, and the credits rolling only to see the words 'directed by Michael Bay'.
>>26801819
>anon's face when he forgot amber in the closet
>>26797331
>horses don't have hymens
And you have the gall to post on /mlp/
The nerve
page 9 save.
>>26800093
"This might hurt."
Yes. Yes. All of my yes.
>>26800093
>A half hour or so later you were trying to wipe the blood off of your hands and face.
>You heard more hoof steps approaching.
>Lieutenant Thunder then entered the surgery room.
“About time.”
>”Just followed the blood trail Sir… What did you do?”
>He asks motioning towards Eclipse.
“Oh that? Nothing actually. He spilled the entire thing before I could make a single cut. Royalist plot working with Ministry of Interior Defense agents. Figured without me the monarchs could exert power over the remaining military commanders. He then fainted.”
>”You’re awfully casual about that Sir.”
“To be frank, I’m amazed that they didn’t try it while I was in the coma. It took them too much time to get their agents equipped with our gear. They had to steal armor and weapons from the camp slowly over the weeks so no one got too suspicious.”
>”So what do you want to do with him?”
“Toss him in one of the cells below the tower.”
>”Do you think that this is it through?”
“For the time being, but we have more pressing matters. Tell me, when it comes to flying are you better at speed or endurance?”
>”Endurance… but I’m not sure I follow.”
“Find nine other pegasi that are distance fliers, and get one of those air chariots. We’ll be setting off at noon tomorrow; eight will be flying at all times, with the other two having an hour rest period.”
>”So we’re heading to the front then?”
“Negative.”
>You go over to a pad of paper on a table and start writing.
“We’ll be going to these coordinates, then to the front. If we don’t have to stop, then we should reach the battle right as it starts.”
>”So what are we doing before the front.”
“You’ll see.”
>With that you started heading back up the stairs to get Amber.
Character limit is the bane of my existence.
>>26803673
>Bodies were just starting to be taken away from the hallway.
>Your men were clearing weapons and bodies out so that the janitor can earn his overtime.
>You stepped over the remaining bodies to find your room untouched.
“Hey, it’s me.”
>…
>”Me who?”
>You approach the closet and open the sliding doors.
“Someone who thinks you handled yourself very well.”
>You say as you toss off some of the covers.
>”You’ve still got a bit of blood… pretty much everywhere.”
“Yeah, I could use a shower.”
>She’s staring at the dead pegasi in the room.
>You position yourself to block the view.
“Hey, it’s okay.”
>”Here.” She says while giving back your knife.
>You sheathe it.
“Come here and close your eyes.”
>You help her out of the bundle of pillows and blankets and pick her up.
“Keep them closed.”
>You carry her out of the room, and through the hall past the battle scene.
>>26803689
>After you had gotten down all of the stairs you set her down.
“Alright, it’s past.”
>She opens her eyes again.
>”Thanks.”
“Sorry, but I think my shirt left a bit of blood on you.”
>”It’s okay.”
“Come on, I’ll walk you home.”
>You started to escort her out of the hospital and towards her place.
“For what it’s worth, you did handle yourself very well.”
>”We’ll it’s like you said, dealing with a few dozen kids can’t be much worse.”
“You gonna be okay?”
>”ME! What about you, you’re not hurt? And I thought that you were hit from the explosion!”
“I’m fine, not a scratch on me.”
>”So you played injured to draw them out?”
“Yeah.”
>”And you’re sure that none of that blood is yours?”
>She spent most of the walk fussing about making sure you weren’t injured.
>You eventually found yourself on her doorstep.
>She was standing at the top of the landing to be face to face with you.
>”So you’re absolutely certain that you aren’t hurt?”
>You shut her up with a kiss.
“Amber, I’m fine.”
>”Well if you say so. Come on in, I’ll get your clothes washed for you.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
>>26803702
>You sat on her couch, naked, as she was in another room starting her washing machine.
>She soon came back and sat next to you.
“You know, I should thank you.”
>”Me? What for?”
“The bomb on the train was set to explode right at noon. I was late. If you didn’t insist on me staying a bit longer, then I would have been right there as it went up. You saved my life, and those of however many of my men would have been close to the blast.”
>”You mean that if we didn’t-“
“Yup.”
>She pulls you into a bear hug.
>”I’m so happy that you’re okay, I don’t know what I’d do if you-“
“It’s okay, don’t start thinking like that. I’m here, and that’s what matters.”
>”So when are you leaving?”
“Noon tomorrow.”
>”You know you’ve still got a bit of blood here and there. And you’re covered in sweat.”
“Mind if I use your shower?”
>”Only if you mind if I join you.”
“I think I could live with it.”
>There’s still over thirteen hours till you’ll be needed to leave.
“When we’re done, we should break open that bottle of wine I saw the other day. After all I don’t plan on going till I absolutely have to. That’s worked out well for me before.”
>”And tomorrow is the end of the weekend, so I don’t work tomorrow. Until you have to leave, neither of us have anything to do.”
“Aside from each other.”
>You share a laugh.
>”Oh, also you left your hat here.”
“Keep it. Besides, I like the way it looks on you.”
>”Stop it you.”
>She nudges you with her shoulder.
>Then reaches up for a kiss.
>”Just kidding, don’t you ever stop.” She says between contacts.
>After continuing for a solid minute, she jumps off of the couch.
>She grabs your hands with her hooves.
>”Come, on. We need that shower.”
>…
>>26803710
>You didn’t sleep much that night.
>Not that you were complaining.
>Around eleven thirty in the morning you were prepping to leave.
>You left you dagger and its sheath off of your belt though.
>Handing it to Amber you told her:
“I want you to keep this with you, just in case.”
>”Won’t you need it?”
“I’ll be fine.”
>”You’d better be.”
“I’ve been doing this for most of my life, you shouldn’t worry so much.”
>”And has no pony ever fussed over your wellbeing?”
“No, not really.”
>”Really?”
>You nod.
>”I’m so sorry.”
>She pulls you into a hug.
“I mean, I’ve got the odd ‘be careful’ or ‘good luck’ statement, but never much actual worrying.”
>”Well that changes now, mister.”
>She booped your nose.
>What are these feelings?
>You haven’t felt like this in a long time.
>Why is nothing ever simple?
>You glance over at the clock.
“It’s time to go.”
>You kiss her one last time before heading to the door.
>As you reach it you turn to wave goodbye.
>”I love you.”
>Of all of the possibilities, why did she have to say that?
>You give a slight grin.
“Love you too.”
>As you close the door, two words remain in your mind.
>Do you?
>You start to walk the streets, heading for the tower.
>Eventually, you find your men waiting for you.
“Are we packed and ready?”
>”Yes Sir!”
>You board the chariot.
“Well what are you waiting for?”
>The pegasi started moving forwards, working up to a steady pace before taking flight.
“Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donner and Blitzen!”
>”Sir, that’s not their names.” Lieutenant Thunder tells you.
“Quiet Rudolph. And for the record out tenth man is Max.”
>>26803720
>…
>It took almost twenty-four straight hours of flying, but you reached it.
>”Sir, why are at a shack in the middle of the Everfree forest?”
“Come with me.”
>You got off of the chariot to approach the relatively small wooden structure.
>As you walked, you could feel the eyes of dozens of wild animals watching you from the forest.
>You span around the numbers on a combination lock on the door, and entered.
>It’s been at least four years since you were here, but everything is just as you left it.
>You remove your sword from your belt and get to work.
>Approaching a large set of full plate armor, you blow the dust off of it.
>The sunlight reflects off of the gold tinted steel.
“Help me into this.”
>Ten minutes later, you were clad in gilded and engraved plate armor.
>Dozens of scratches and dents peppered the set, but it still looks imposing.
>You then reach for the matching helmet.
>Made of similar materials in Roman Imperial Gallic style.
>A bright red brushed crest went forwards to back over it.
>And the Lieutenant was clasping a matching bright red cape to your back.
>It all was slightly heavier than you remembered.
>At least it still fits.
“How do I look?”
>”…Big.”
“Good.”
>You attach your sword to your hip once more, and go over to the east wall.
>You have dozens of weapons racked up on it.
>You settle on the seven foot long halberd.
>Then you approach a large chest on the western side and retrieve a large saddle.
>Stepping out of the building you set down the harness and put you pointer finger and thumb in your mouth, whistling into the forest as loud as you can.
“FREDERICK! KOMME SCHNELL!”
>The forest becomes silent as your yell echoes in the distance.
>But the silence is broken as you are met with a familiar growl.
>>26803733
sorry of the typo, should be KOMM SCHNELL. no E.
Anyway, more coming later tonight.
>>26803673
aww not even little bit of torture?
>>26803756
I drink in your honor!
>>26804450
No. It's so... uncivilized.
>You press the scalpel firmly against the traitor's neck.
"Move, and this goes directly into your spinal cord."
>Your voice is quiet, your tone bland.
"I couldn't possibly miss at this range."
>You can feel Eclipse considering it anyway, muscles bunching in his back as he prepares to try to throw you off.
>Best to continue.
"I hear that if the spinal cord is severed, it's next to impossible for anyone short of Celestia herself to fix it."
>You move the scalpel down a few centimeters.
"And if I were to do it here, you would probably be able to breathe unassisted. Probably."
>Eclipse lets out a slight hiss, but you keep going, pressing the tip of the scalpel into his neck just enough to tease out a drop of blood.
"Naturally you would lose all function in your rear legs, and most if not all in your forelegs."
>You pause, seemingly contemplative.
"And naturally of course you would have no control of your bowels."
>You smile slightly.
"Of course, you being insensitive to pain means you won't feel what I do to you, but I've never needed that. I have more..."
>Your smile widens.
"Finesse, than that. I once heard a story of a gryphon who flayed the skin from a pony's hocks while he watched. If I push this scalpel just a little harder..."
>You increase the pressure.
"Then I could do it and you wouldn't feel a thing."
>You chuckle darkly.
"So I apply a little flame, and you smell something cooking, and you're -starving-, because we haven't fed you in days, and you wonder what that delicious smell is, and then the blindfold comes off and you realize you're salivating over your own barbecued fetlocks?"
>Pause for effect.
"If you don't tell me everything I want to know, I'll shove this scalpel in just far enough that you don't die, and then I'll start experimenting."
>>26805014
i love tortureless torture
you just have to tell them what you're gonna do
and they KNOW they you can do it
>>26805100
True torture isn't about the physical pain. Its the emotional trauma, the psychological effects that really matter.
>>26803733
>You were sitting on a cloud.
>The march went well.
>After you hit the remaining artillery encampments, most of the magical cannons were still operational.
>And now in your control.
>Your shields have gotten stronger.
>Instinct let you stop a direct hit.
>You watched as on the distance your army set up on the western flank.
>With your support last night, General Lancer was able to push the enemy from Baltimare.
>But they retreated, and were reforming in the distance.
>The soldiers from Manehattan were slightly delayed.
>Scouts put them at a couple hours away still.
>It was around midnight, but you could see torches illuminating the field.
>The enemy number a hundred thousand, and are preparing to attack the city once again.
>Two hundred and fifty thousand would be arriving with their airships.
>And they have seventeen of them.
>The city, or what little was left of it, is in bad shape.
>Almost no buildings were untouched from the fighting, and most of the city was in rubble.
>The south half of the city was completely leveled into a rugged field of debris.
>In the past weeks, a fifth of a million men were sent here.
>thirty thousand remain.
>The enemy fared far worse in terms of casualties.
>You remember one of Uncle’s stories; if he was here he would probably make a comparison to Stalingrad.
>The last news said that there was no change in his condition.
>He’s still just lying in a hospital bed.
>Alone.
>Leaving you to fight the war for him.
>A handful of pegasi were with you, ready to convey orders to your forces should the enemy attack in the night.
>Around two in the morning, they sounded their war horns.
>You watched as flashes of light sparked on the horizon, and the artillery shells came crashing down onto the city.
>Bright bursts of light arced from the north, heading down towards the enemy.
>Torches were being lit, and you watched as the enemy approached in the distance, forming groups.
>You just need to hold until reinforcements arrive.
>>26805944
>You turn to a pair of fliers.
“Have General Lancer prepare the defenses, once the enemy have set upon his lines, my army will flank to the right and hit the enemy.”
>They nod, and then fly down to their respective command groups.
>You’ve already proven proficiency at subterfuge and personal combat.
>But this is the real test.
>An open battlefield.
>You watched as waves of Saddle Arabians charged forwards to the ruined city.
>The were allowed to advance onto the leveled areas.
>Lancer’s men were waiting in the destroyed streets.
>They’ve been fighting a long while, but if things go alright, they only need to face one more night of the urban fighting.
>You watched as the enemy marched over the field of rubble.
>Cannons were firing at random into the northern half of the city, further adding to the destruction.
>Magical canons and individual bolts lighted the advancing army.
>But they had no great effect.
>It was like trying to stop a flood with a single line of sandbags.
>They soon neared the structures that were still standing.
>Street after street and house after house, the lines met.
>From your skyward perch you could hear the banging of steel on steel.
>You could hear the battle cries.
>The explosions.
>The screams of pain and death.
>You watched for ten minutes.
>The lines were being held, but just barely.
“Have the crystal ponies start the charge.”
>A pegasus flies off to deliver the order.
>Soon you heard thunderous galloping as your men started to charge wide to the west around the city.
>The right flank then collided.
>The sounds of battle continued.
>>26805962
>The enemy lines were slowly being pushed back.
“The enemy is losing cohesion in the center of the flank, pour the reserves into it.”
>Another flier goes to give the orders.
>You watch as a spearhead forms.
“The enemies attacking the western side of Lancer’s force are wavering; send the Old Guard through there.”
>”Ma’am.”
>You watch as the veterans charge through the city streets, breaking through the tired enemy front line.
>They form a spearhead of their own as Lancer’s men start following behind them.
>The rest of the cities lines are holding.
>After twenty minutes of fighting, about a quarter of the enemies are almost encircled by the advancing groups.
“Have the left flank of the crystal ponies push hard, divert more reserves to break them.”
>That group is surrounded on three sides.
>With enough pressure, they might route.
>And if that many of them start running, then the entire force might break as well.
>You watch as your men press the attack.
>The enemies in the bubble are starting to lose faith.
>And they popped.
>You watch as your men charge forth and press them away, many of the enemy that were in that area are quitting the field.
>But the main body of the opposing army is reading itself to push back on your flank.
>Your attention is drawn to the east, as war horns sound out.
>The Manehattan army has arrived.
>They number as large as the attacking force had when they started the battle.
>You watch as the fresh troops charge and quickly overwhelm the Saddle Arabians.
>Before long their entire force is in full retreat.
>As your forces meet in the center of the field, you hear great cheers as the surviving enemy force flees to the south.
>You’ve won… for now.
>But at what cost?
>>26805973
>You flew down to meet with General Lancer.
>”Congratulations your highness, the enemy is in full retreat.”
“They’ll be back.”
>”And in greater numbers, but we must count our blessings while they last.”
“I can’t imagine what it’s been like here for you. Almost two months of this…”
>”Try not to.”
“How many do you think we lost?”
>”I’ve sent men out to get the head counts, they should be back soon.”
>How many did you lose?
>And how many will you lose when the enemy reinforcements arrive.
>”At least with so many of their forces tied up here, the Brigadier should have no trouble taking back the southern cities.”
“You’re right. All we have to do is to hold them a bit longer.”
>”Just long enough for him to be able to cut off the supply lines.”
>A runner enters the battered command bunker.
>”Ma’am, Sir!”
>He gives a report to the General before leaving.
>”Ten thousand of mine lost, five thousand of the crystal ponies, and around seven thousand of the Manehattan group. The enemy lost around half of their force.”
>That still gives you 158 thousand-ish men if your math is right.
“So once the survivors join the reinforcements, they’ll almost outnumber us two to one.”
>”And they’ll have air superiority, and a superior quantity of artillery.”
“How many pegasi do we still have?”
>”Just over two thousand.”
“Think it’ll be enough to stop the airships?”
>”It’ll have to be.”
>>26805985
>But each one of them is like a small mobile fortress.
>In the air they’ll still have a numerical advantage, and however many cannons they’ve stuck onto the ships at their disposal.
“I plan to lead our air forces.”
>”But Ma’am, it’s too dangerous!”
“We need every able bodied flier up there.”
>”With all due respect, if we lose you then the war is over.”
“Well what do you say we should do?”
>”Bunker down, we only have to withstand the enemy for another week or two.”
“And let tens of thousands more die? No, you agreed that I should be put in charge, and I intend to lead from the front, just like Anon would have.”
>”If he were here, then he would want you to stay safe, not throw your life away so carelessly!”
“Well he’s not here, I am! And the decision is final, I will lead the attack.”
>Tactical discussion continues for another couple of hours.
>They are interrupted by a runner.
>”They’re here!”
>You scramble to get into the air.
>As you fly up, you meet with the other pegasi on a cloud over the city.
>Dawn.
>The sun is just starting to rise in the east.
This is it for today. Got a long day tomorrow, so updates might be a bit sparse.
>>26806002
>In the distance you see scattered blips in the sky.
>As far as the eye can stretch in either direction, you see men marching in the shadow of the huge war machines.
>Approximately three hundred thousand enemies were going to descend on the city.
>Just before you were about to give a speech, you were interrupted.
>”Your highness, wait!”
>Is that?
“Sergeant Thunder, what are you doing here?”
>”Actually it’s Lieutenant now. The Field Marshal is right behind me, he wants all of our forces to attack while he leads the charge.”
“Anon is awake!?!”
>”And ready to lead, as of now he’ll be taking command of the pegasi, I’m assuming that this is all we have?”
“Yes it is. But how does he intend to lead the air troops?”
>”Well, you see-“
>Thunder is cut off as an enormous lion’s roar resounds through the air.
>You turn to see Anon.
>Fully clad in golden armor, and a flowing red cape flies behind him.
>The dawn’s light gleams off of him, as if he were a figure in an imposing painting.
>He whizzes past raising a halberd in his right hand.
>His left hand is holding as set of reins.
>”FORWARD!”
>He’s on top of a Manticore.
>”Frederick, es ist Frühstückszeit!”
>The great beast lets out another ear piercing roar before it starts flapping its wings harder, barreling straight towards the enemy on the horizon.
Horse cocks just look really cool, I wish I had oneto stick up my bum
>>26806640
What are you, fucking gay?
Why does anon always speak Nazi?
>>26807277
Why do you think in cuck?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0diJNybk0Mw
>>26807931
What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
>>26808002
*slow claps*
*steps out of the shadows*
Heh... not bad, kid. Not bad at all. Your meme, I mean. It's not bad. A good first attempt. It's plenty dank... I can tell it's got some thought behind it... lots of quotable material...
But memeing isn't all sunshine and rainbows, kid. You're skilled... that much I can tell. But do you have what it takes to be a Memester? To join those esteemed meme ranks? To call yourself a member of the Ruseman's Corps? Memeing takes talent, that much is true. But more than that it takes heart. The world-class Memesters - I mean the big guys, like Johnny Hammersticks and Billy Kuahana - they're out there day and night, burning the midnight meme-oil, working tirelessly to craft that next big meme.
And you know what, kid? 99 times out of a hundred, that new meme fails. Someone dismisses it as bait, or says it's "tryhard," or ignores it as they copy/paste the latest shitpost copypasta dreamt up by those sorry excuses for cut-rate memers over at reddit. The Meme Game is rough, kid, and I don't just mean the one you just lost :^). It's a rough business, and for every artisan meme you craft in your meme bakery, some cocksucker at 9gag has a picture of a duck or some shit that a million different Johnny No-Names will attach a million different captions to. Chin up, kid. Don't get all mopey on me. You've got skill. You've got talent. You just need to show your drive.
See you on the boards...
Anon is only around 40 right?
>>26808017
Oooooooh I’m so scared, you think you’re tough pussy? I’m behind 7 proxies and use ZoneAlarm, Sygate and Comodo Internetnet Securtiy which I all keep up-to-date. THAT’S THREE FIREWALLS AT THE SAME TIME motherfucker. You can’t hack me you little piece of shit. You’re peeshooter and kung fu won’t make a difference when my friend woh’s a B-51 pilot in the Air Force can turn your entire house and backyard into a fuckhuge bomb crater. You are pathetic, while you’re sitting there writing insults like the sad little nerd you are i’m having sex with my hot girlfriends. Yeah you read that right, i have not one but FIVE girlfriends. Top that motherfucker, I dont think you’ve ever even held hands with a girl.
No tearful battlefield reunion? Or will it be inside Flurrys flank later.
>>26808165
Fresh off the boat, from reddit, kid? heh I remember when I was just like you. Braindead. Lemme give you a tip so you can make it in this cyber sanctuary: never make jokes like that. You got no reputation here, you got no name, you got jackshit here. It's survival of the fittest and you ain't gonna survive long on 4chan by saying stupid jokes that your little hugbox cuntsucking reddit friends would upboat. None of that here. You don't upboat. You don't downboat. This ain't reddit, kid. This is 4chan. We have REAL intellectual discussion, something I don't think you're all that familiar with. You don't like it, you can hit the bricks on over to imgur, you daily show watching son of a bitch. I hope you don't tho. I hope you stay here and learn our ways. Things are different here, unlike any other place that the light of internet pop culture reaches. You can be anything here. Me ? heh, I'm a judge.. this place.... this place has a lot to offer... heh you'll see, kid . . . that is if you can handle it...
>>26808038
doesn't look like the man who has seen some shit
Bop
>>26806017
I had a good kek, thanks ThingFag
>>26806704
Why yes I am.
>>26808231u are 1 fucking cheeky cunt mate i swear i am goin 2 wreck u i swear on my mums life and i no u are scared lil bitch gettin your mates to send me messages saying dont meet up coz u r sum big bastard with muscles lol fuckin sad mate really sad jus shows what a scared lil gay boy u are and whats all this crap ur mates sendin me about sum bodybuildin website that 1 of your faverite places to look at men u lil fuckin gay boy fone me if u got da balls cheeky prick see if u can step up lil queer
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>>26812370
You motherfucker.I was having incredibly passionate sex with my hot girlfriend, because I can get girls because I'm not a socially retarded fuckwit like you.Anyway, I was fucking her, and it was incredible. She was screaming my name and slapping my dick and calling me "Uncle Big Dick", just how I like it, when I remembered your stupid fucking comment. My dick immediately became flaccid, so flaccid in fact, that I couldn't find it. I fucking hate you, you fucking weeaboo. I used to give pimple faced fucks like you swirlies in high school when I wasn't busy being the captain of the football team and fucking all the cheerleaders. My girl wanted to know why my huge, perfectly shaped dick went flaccid like a scared little puppy, so I told her about your stupid ass comment.And guess what, you fuck stain? She got cancer and AIDS from hearing the vocal abortion you called that comment. You better hope my dick never becomes erect again, because the second it does, I'm going to hate fuck your mom in her stupid horse looking face. And she'll fucking love it.There's a reason why my name is Chad Thundercock.
Beep
Really wish I had something to contribute here. Unfortunately my brain's as dry and shrivelled as my dick when someone suggests babyfuck.
boop
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>>26816550
Thanks m8. Back and working
When the hell did this thread devolve into copypastas?
>>26813647
No offense bro but you are the ugliest mother fucker I have ever seen. If I didn't know any better I'd assume your mom was a titty waitress at Hooters, got pregnant, was fired for her slump appearance, then couldn't afford an abortion so she had the local kids try and whack her bulging fetus like a piñata. Only you survived and that's how you ended up with such a disfigured face. Either that or you got baptized with scolding hot coffee. I bet if a blind kid felt your face he'd be asking why there's a pizza on this camel's ass. shitss disgusting bro, get it sorted or at least wear a bucket over your head or something.
Peace.
>>26806017
>You gave the order.
>But as you pivot your head, you see that none of the men are following you.
>Most of them are just looking at the sight of you riding Frederick.
>You see Flurry shout something at them.
>The armor suits her.
>As the pegasi are brought back into reality, they start to take off.
>But you have a head start, and your steed is probably faster than most of them.
“Frederick, schnell!”
>You tought him to follow commands in German.
>You speak Latin to God, Russian to women, English to men, and German to your Manticore.
>Charles the fifth would be proud-ish.
>You look down to the enemy army.
>It’s… big.
>But there’s not a single soldier down there that hasn’t lost someone to you.
>You might be the only individual that the Saddle Arabians have ever feared.
>If they were the Romans, then you were Hannibal Barca.
>Flying over the tail end of the army were the airships.
>Seventeen of them, the one in the center was twice as large as the others.
>The flagship.
>As you get directly over the front of the army, you send Frederick into a nose dive.
>The poor souls underneath you see their personal grim reaper clad in golden armor, riding a Manticore, and heading straight for them.
>Most of them ran from where you would impact, but at the last second you pulled up.
>You flew just over the army, hearing cries of terror as you passed.
>You continued the spectacle until you were almost just under the flagship.
>Your allies were still at least three minutes away.
>Frederick flew up, and just as you passed the bow of the ship, you yelled:
“HALT!”
>You were hovering.
>Looking down at the main deck.
>There was a fifteen foot gap between the deck and the armored balloon that helped supply lift.
>The crew just stared at the sight.
>But you saw the commander.
>Standing just behind the one operating the wheel.
“Frederick, vernichten!”
>>26817771
>He flew towards the bridge of the ship.
>As you passed the helmsman, you sliced down at him with your halberd.
>Frederick chomped on the leader and started waving him about like a chew toy before throwing him off the stern of the ship.
>You motioned for your mount to turn.
>You struck down approaching crewmembers with your weapon, as Frederick skewered with his tail and clawed at others.
>When you got a moment to relax, you reached down with the pick end of your weapon and spun the wheel around.
>The ship was now turning to port.
>On a collision course with another airship.
>Just before impact, you tell your mount:
“Wegfliegen!”
>He flies away to a safe distance and you watch the ships collide.
>The fuel source they use to power them must be combustible.
>Because after impact, you watch as the wreckage is engulfed in a bright purple flame.
>The ships then barrel down towards the army below.
>You had taken out two of them by yourself.
>And the reinforcements have just reached the rest of the ships.
>Swivel cannons were being fired and arrows launched at the attackers.
>The pegasi met them with grenades and arrows of their own.
>One of the explosives must have gotten down into the powder hold, because more flames engulfed a ship far down the line.
>The Saddle Arabian’s flaw was that they precisely copied Equestrian airships, which have a clear weakness when being attacked from below.
>They’re meant to rain fire down on enemies, not repel mass waves of fliers.
>That’s where pegasi complements come into play, but they have no fliers of their own.
>And they left the controls for the ship at the open bridge rather than put the controls for their engines deeper into their ship’s superstructure.
>>26817771
i am enjoying
>>26817780
>Your men are fighting for control of the open bridges of other ships, inspired by your work.
>One of the airships collides with another, and a third is sent on a descent path, eventually impacting the army below in an explosion of purple fire.
>You catch a glimpse of a magical beam busting a small hole into the top of an airships balloon, as nearby pegasi drop grenades down into the opening.
>The gas that keeps it afloat is escaping it, and it drifts towards the ground.
>Glancing at the field below, you see allied ground forces forming ranks closer to the city.
>The opposing army is scrambling to keep cohesion as chaos rains down upon them.
>As you fight for the control of another ship’s bridge, you hear at least five more get totaled.
>Setting the ship into a descent path, you have Frederick take flight, and start to observe the army below.
>Scanning the back ranks, you spy what you think is the command group.
>A handful of ornately uniformed Saddle Arabians and Zebra chiefs are arguing.
>You point towards them with your halberd.
“Frederick, da drüben!”
>He begins charging towards the ground.
>They were too busy deciding new plans of action, and they didn’t even see you coming.
>Frederick must have killed three of them on impact.
>You hacked at two others, and Frederick grabbed the last leader in his jaws.
>You pulled up on his reins.
“Hoch fliegen”
>He takes flight once more, and you steer him towards the front of the army.
>The Saddle Arabian general was screaming from the pain of the bite, and from the incoming drop.
>You were at least a hundred feet in the air when you whipped your reins.
>And Frederick dropped the enemy commander right at the foot of the army.
That's it for tonight, got a busy week but there will still be a few updates in the nights.
>>26817796
>No more airships were left in the sky.
>Thousands had died from the debris.
>Most of their high ranking officers were dead.
>And your ground forces were charging.
>They turned and ran long before your lines collided.
>You watched from the air as your forces ran them down.
“Wer ist ein gut Junge?”
>Frederick lets out roar.
“Sie werden gut essen heut.”
>You let Frederick fly down as many enemies as he wants, taking swings as he goes.
>You’ll let at least a couple thousand of the enemies survive.
>So that this battle will be well documented.
>They need to finally get it through their thick skulls that attacking anyone that has you on their side is generally a bad idea.
>Today was a good day to die.
>But a better day to live.
>And your halberd arm ached from over use.
>Maybe thirty thousand of the enemies were still running when you called off the attack.
>They also left behind almost all of their artillery.
>You had lost around two thousand, half of those being pegasi.
>It wouldn’t be fair to call the events of the day a battle.
>It was a massacre.
>At this rate the war will be won within the year.
>You let Frederick help in ‘cleaning’ up the bodies from the field as you went to find the headquarters.
>There is barely a city left standing.
>Reminds you of Stalingrad.
>With direction from the soldiers, you eventually found the command bunker.
>>26817819
That was fucking badass.
You also seem to have forgotten your trip m8.
>>26817819
Thank you ThingFag, and good night.
>>26817914
Crap my bad (Yes that was all me)
>that image of Anon riding Frederick into battle
I know a manticore would look more like the character from S1 E2, but in my mind he looks badass like pic related. Keep up the good work based ThingFag
Bumparoo
>10
>>26817504
The problem is your focusing on the things in life that don't really matter. When I was a kid I had hopes and dreams. We all did. But over time, the daily grind gets in the way and you miss the things that really matter, even though they are right in front of you, staring you in the face. I think the next time you should ask yourself "Am I on the right track here?". I don't mean to be rude but people like you I really pity. So maybe you could use the few brain cells you have and take advantage of the knowledge I have given you now. Good luck.
>>26817819
That was great! Another victory for Equestria.
>>26818096
I don't think anyone actually imagined anon riding one of those house cat looking manticores from the show.
Mfw anon is annihilating equestrias enemies one after one whilst still improving his badassery
Armor looks good on Flurry. Thats right, get nice and hard at the thought Anon. Rut your little daughter-niece.
>>26820871
Flurry is a sexy pone. Why doesn't Anon just do her already?
>>26821690
Why? He's got Amber just waiting for him. All he has to do is walk in her house and she assumes the position.
>>26821949
But thats old dried up ass. Flurry is prime breeding age, with the proper emotional attachment.
>>26822097
Don't be talking shit 'bout Anons cougar waifu
>>26822097
Why would you want to put effort into breaking a father complex just because she has a slightly tighter hole that's gonna loosen up anyway, when you have prime real estate that'll spread legs on command.
>>26817819
>>26817931
You're doing Celestia's work, soldier... I mean, if Celestia weren't infected with magical, weapon's-grade crazy, I mean.
>>26822174
>cougar
>preying on a guy OLDER than herself
Hmm, nah.
>>26822097
>old dried up ass
>younger than military anon
Back in my day, shitposting used to mean something
Trump
>>26821690
>>26820871
I really don't get why you horny teenagers come to beg in these threads. There's porn all over the internet and shitty fanfics to jerk your dicks off to, so why waste time on this god blessed christian board?
Bump for more General Anon
>>26825781
Isn't it marshal?
Back to workI love getting home to read comments and arguments about the story.
>>26827168You mean the arguments about who Anon should stick his penis into?
>>26827202Those discussions amuse me, the ones that interest me most are the ones that speculate the possibilities that people see happening from foreshadowing
>>26827224
So how terrible did your 'lewd' attempts end up that you just gave us a fade to black?
>>26827283
I for one really don't care.
I can't tell how many stories I've dropped because they go from interesting to full on sexual wish fulfillment. I mean I can handle lewd and full on smut, but most writers focus on that shit way too much.
But that's like just my opinion.
>>26827283
a few hours of blank page syndrome with a few lines of forced and cringe worthy greentext. Tried a handful of times, but never got beyond a dozen lines.
>>26827333
Oh god I know the feel all too well.
Lewd is not for everyone.
>>26827333
Trips confirm green must have been cringe worthy.
>>26821949
I don't trust her. Flurry is different.
They need each other. Its time for them to take that next step.
>>26817819
>You enter the dimly lit command room.
>Sitting at a table overlooking a map of the area with models representing allied and enemy forces are General Lancer and his higher officers.
>You slap down some of the papers you’ve accumulated on the walk here.
“Casualty reports, we’ve got a kill ratio of over a hundred for every man we lost.”
>”Congratulations Sir.”
“Nonsense, all it took was the right application of force on the focal point and proper use of combined arms.”
>”Sir, you did in a few hours what I wasn’t able to do in almost two months.”
“You did your duty.”
>You remove your helmet and set it on the command table.
>”I oversaw the greatest bloodbath in our history!”
“You oversaw the turning point in the war; they’ll be completely unable to mount a resistance now. We’ll be able to push them straight back to the coast within a few weeks.”
>”Is that supposed to justify it?”
“The war is all but over. In the past weeks, they’ve lost two men for every one you’ve lost. After today the vast majority of their experienced men lie dead or in full retreat. After the two wars we fought before this, males made up barely thirty-five percent of their population. Add in this battle’s casualties and they will be physically incapable of matching us numerically, let alone matching experienced manpower.”
>”So all that remains is the cleanup.”
“Effectively, and I’d give the griffons a fifty/fifty chance of surrendering once their last allies are driven from the nation.”
>”At this rate the men can head home before autumn.”
“Then the hard job begins: reconstruction. But once the royals abdicate, the military’s popular support should be near absolute. The real question is if this is merely the War of the First Coalition.”
>”Do you really think they would attack again?”
“Honestly, no. I think that after this finishes, the world will be tired of all the fighting. At least for a generation or two.”
This is it for tonight.
>>26827982
>”So at least us old men can retire and die in peace.”
“Who are you calling old? I’m still in my prime!”
>”You’re right; I don’t think I’ve seen that much spring to your step in a decade at least.”
>You remain silent.
>”Anyway, your… Manticore isn’t going to eat any of my men, is he?”
“His name is Frederick, and no. He won’t kill anything larger than a boar without my command.”
>Your attention is drawn behind you, as the door opens.
>”Uncle!”
>She’s charging you.
>Okay, you’re hugging.
>Armor clangs together as she latches on to you.
“Nice to see you too kiddo.”
>”You never told me that you tamed a Manticore, and named him after Frederick the Great no less!”
“Tamed him the last time I was sent into the Everfree. And what else would I call him, Guderian?”
>”When did you wake up? And what happened after that?”
“We can catch up after this is finished.”
>”Anyway.” The General speaks up. “With the enemy in full flight, I’d like to give the men a day or two of rest, mine have been fighting almost nonstop and I think they’ve earned a break.”
“Agreed, besides with the Brigadier moving in further to the south, we won’t have to worry about keeping the pressure on them.”
>”Then the day after tomorrow we should set out?” He asks.
“Sounds appropriate, I’d guess that they only have one or two more real battles left in them on our soil.”
>”The griffons are being held at bay, and none of the other enemies show indications of rejoining the fight anytime soon. I don’t want to jinx us, but it’s looking like we’re in the clear.”
“Good, seeing as there are no pressing matters, I think we can end. We can discuss finer points of logistics tomorrow.”
>”Sir.”
“Come on then Flurry, I’m sure we have a lot to talk about.”
>The two of you ended up on a half bombed out tower overlooking the ruins of Baltimare.
>You have quite a bit to catch up on.
short update, but thanks for the update
gonna have another few glasses of bourbon then pass out
Gotta say, I really like the Field Marshal's tactical thinking. Proper allocation of force in the right places, while taking care not to over-extend his resources. And the occasional theatrical flair for psychological effect. Not bad. Not bad at all.
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>>26836769
Bazinga
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>>26827995
>”So you got all of that from a book?”
“Yup, and in the entire fiasco I forgot to take off my armor for like four days.”
>”Looks like you are Twilight’s niece after all, little Miss Bookworm.”
>You were sitting in a ruined tower, when you arrived you used your magic to help anon from his armor.
>He won’t admit it, but he was definitely getting tired from wearing it all day.
>You took of your own as well.
>Anon picks up your armor’s main piece.
>”It suits you kiddo.”
“Before you get worked up, that dent on the side was because I tripped.”
>”Sure it is.”
>It isn’t, you can still feel the bruise from the sword.
“Then after the fleet went away I headed here. Not much to say past that, some ponies from the capitol ambushed us, but we took minimal casualties and captured most of their hardware. After that, we got here yesterday, you showed up and you know the rest.”
>”You did a good job kiddo, I’m proud of you.”
”Thanks Uncle, so what happened to you?”
>”Well let’s see, I woke up eight days ago. When I did, I gave the orders to have all of my fliers on the next train out of the Crystal Empire. It was leaving two days after I woke up. The day in between Thunder got married.”
“To who?”
>”Winter Gem, my nurse.”
“Really! I thought they were so cute together!”
>”I was the best man, and in my speech I promoted him to Lieutenant as a wedding present. Before you say anything, I had been planning to promote him for quite some time; he’s got some promise as an officer.”
“And how was the wedding?”
>”It was… fun.”
>Okay…
>”So the train was leaving at noon the next day, and I was running late.”
“You, late? That’s a first.”
>”Had trouble sleeping. Anyway, so a nearby bell tower starts ringing, and on the twelfth hit, a bomb went off in the train car I was supposed to be in.”
“Presumably you survived.”
This is it for the night, sorry about the slow pace, but come friday I'll have all of the day to write.
>>26837482
>”I was maybe fifty feet from the blast, and I fell to my knee and feigned that I was hit by shrapnel. My men rushed me over to the hospital. From there I had a couple ponies I trusted (my surgeon, Winter, and the Lieutenant) spread rumors that I was badly hurt but still alive. Long story short, the assassins fell for the trap and tried hit me, but I was waiting fully armed.”
“How many were there?”
>”Twenty-seven and a ringleader: MID agents working with a mole in the army who managed to see to it that the men guarding me would be sent away when they struck.”
“And I’m assuming they’re all…”
>”Captured the mole, he told me everything and is currently rotting in a cell.”
“Then what happened?”
>”Got my ten best fliers to fly a chariot for me in a cycle so they could fly nonstop. Two days to get Frederick, and two days to get here.”
“Well you certainly look to be in a good mood for someone who’s been out o f a coma, nearly killed, crossed the country in days, and fought in a massive battle in the span of eight days.”
>”Really the most tiring part was the wedding, some alcohol was involved and I ended up doing a Cossack Dance. The week has not been kind on my knees.”
“At least you look energetic.”
>”I feel a decade younger.”
>He does look like he has more energy than he has in years.
>Maybe the life threatening experiences made him take another look at his life.
“All it took was seven straight weeks of sleep.”
>”… Something like that.”
>Did something else happen to him while you were gone?
>Nah, it’s probably just the rush of events that happened while he was out, and then the hectic scramble to get caught back up and into the fight.
>>26837508
Godspeed writefriend.
>>26837508
can hardly wait for friday
mein kamph
>>26837508
Sounds like Flurry is jelious. You know what to do. Swish your tail aside, show him your tight princess marehood.
Time to seduce Uncle Anon....
>>26837508
When does anon tell flurry that he tasted the sweet mare pussy
>>26840690
He won't
She'll find out when she walks in on them
>>26840742
That'll be a fun scene.
>>26840742
>She'll finds out when she's invited to the wedding.
Fixed.
In all seriousness though, do you really think Flurry in this story is attracted to her "uncle" in that way?
>>26841240
>In all seriousness though, do you really think Flurry in this story is attracted to her "uncle" in that way?
How did any of that post suggest that she is attracted to her uncle?
>>26742501
We need more art of badass Fury Heart.
So I know I'm a bit late here but I just wanna chime in on the whole amber situation. I just find it hard to take that there is love after 2 days of knowing each other, while most of it was spent drunk, and that fucking a couple times all of a sudden made anon happy for the first time in years. Shit just don't feel right with anons character.
>>26842549
You have to remember that anon has been on the edge for what's probably decades at this point. Always busy, always fighting, never had time for himself. This is the first time he has ever done something purely for his own selfish satisfaction that didn't involve killing. Also having someone who could actually love him for who he is and care for his well being, not because he's a precious resource of the army but because they genuinely couldn't stand seeing them hurt.
Amber is a middle aged mare who could never get past the first date and going through her mid-life crisis. I don't need to say more in that regard.
>>26842724
Literally this.
>>26843221
Literally that.
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>>26843879
I AGREE WITH YOU.
>>26845176
I AM VOICING MY ADDITIONAL AGREEMENT
>>26841240
Lord I hope so. Flurry needs to be rump up with Anon balls deep in her marehood.
It's what she always wanted
>9
bumipo
>>26845205
I, ALSO AM EXPRESSING MY AGREEMENT.
Sorry, nothing tonight. Had a longer day than usual.
>>26847344
I AM EXPRESSING MY DESIRE TO FUCK HORSES.
>>26847433
Just tell me you're hooking Flurry up with uncle-daddy Anon for some serious rutting.
>>26847992
I AM EXPRESSING MY DISPLEASURE WITH INCEST
THERE IS A PSYCHOLOGICAL PHENOMENON WHEREBY HUMANS THAT GROW UP AROUND OTHERS BECOME UNATTRACTED TO THEM. I CANNOT RECALL THE NAME.
FLURRY SPENT HER EARLY YEARS AROUND ANON. THEREFORE SHE WILL NOT FIND HIM SEXUALLY ATTRACTIVE.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Westermarck_effect
NVM FOUND IT
>>26848247
Cruise control for cool. Bump.
>>26848247
I believe the key word there is "Human", which Flurry certainly is not.
>>26847433
If I have one criticism of youramazinggreen it's that Flurry seems to be taking this way to well. She's been in a fight to the death and brutally killed her opponent, watched soldiers, both her own and enemy, get slaughtered by her command for the first time. That seems like something that would affect you. Not saying she should complete PTSD mode but you definitely wouldn't be the same after that. Also Anon would probably be a bit worried that her surrogate child is going through all this.
>>26848247
I AGREE WITH YOU. I AM NOT SEXUALLY ATTRACTED TO MY RELATIVES.
>>26850436
MY CAPS LOCK IS BROKEN.
>>26850372
I agree, going from a sheltered princess to a war veteran should cause some noticeable changes.
>>26850436
I AGREE WITH YOU ANON. I ALSO AM NOT SEXUALLY ATTRACTED TO MY RELATIVES. I WOULD LIKE TO BEND TWO OF MY COUSINS ON A TABLE AND FUCK THEM. NON SEXUALLY OFCOURSE.
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>>26851400
again
>>26850850
OF COURSE.
Wat
>>26850372
>>26850679
Nothing a good rutting wouldn't cure
>>26850372
Keep in mind that she hasn't actually led anything larger than a skirmish. Personally she fought the minotaur general (A one on one fight), led the charge against a royalist ambush (her with a hundred men against a couple groups of a couple dozen), and fought in the air battle (a few hundred vs a few hundred, where all she had to do was dodge a bit of arrow fire). The bigger battles she was a part from were led from the rear (or rather the clouds). She doesn't lead large battles like Anon does and as such she only views the large scale carnage from a distance, rather than physically causing it herself.
Also, she's riding on the high of never tasting a military defeat. It's easy to keep spirits high and your mind averted when you have won every battle you fought.
Her seemingly unchanged demeanor is there for a reason that will soon be shown (My bad because most of the stuff relating to that was slated for Anon's next PoV part.)
>>26850679
She lost her Father and Aunt as a child while her mother went crazy, as long as she can remember the her country has been fighting constant wars, she grew up with a renowned warrior/general telling war stories and teaching her the art of war, and she was politically exiled to the far corner of the nation.
How was she sheltered?
>>26855752
Being told about wars and conflict is quite different from being physically and psychologically direcly involved.
You can be told all the war stories you want, but experiencing combat first hoof is something different entirely.
>>26855843
see
>Her seemingly unchanged demeanor is there for a reason that will soon be shown (My bad because most of the stuff relating to that was slated for Anon's next PoV part.)
The only reason it hasn't been brought up, is because it's going to in a couple updates. But busy schedules forced me to have a break where I probably shouldn't have. When read with the rest of this scene it'll make sense.
>>26837508
>A voice echoes.
>”Mind if I pop in?”
>And Discord appears levitating just outside the tower.
>”Of course you don’t.”
>He works his way into the tower and springs a folding chair into existence as he sits to face you and Anon.
>”Q…” Anon says.
>”Oh what’s the problem Picard?”
>”Stop it.”
>”Oh, so you want me to use the Force instead?”
>”Stop.”
>”Why would I close the iris on this discussion?”
>Anon reaches for his sword.
>”Easy there Starbuck.”
>He tries to draw his blade, but it won’t budge.
>”Q!”
>”I’d say I admire your purity, but you’ve been very naughty recently.”
>Anon rises and attempts to choke Discord.
>But his head shrinks through and out of his hands.
>”Get your hands off of me you dirty ape.”
>”One way or another, I will make you bleed!”
>You watch in shock as Anon’s calm demeanor has faded away.
>”And if it bleeds you can kill it. Too bad I don’t have time to bleed. Thanks for the setup by the way.”
>Anon swings at Discord, but he snaps his fingers and appears on the other side of the bombed out tower.
>”Why. Do. You. Always. Do. This?”
>”What can I say? I aim to misbehave.”
>Anon throws another punch at Discord.
>This time Discord turns himself semi corporeal, and Anon’s fist goes straight through the now semi-see through being.
>”Oops, look at that! Who ya gonna call?”
>You can hear Anon’s teeth grinding.
>”Stop that Stannis, it’s not good for your mouth.”
>What’s happening?
>”You know, I was hoping that after Griffonstone, I’d never see you again.”
>”I told you that that I’ll be back.”
>Anon goes to lean against a wall and takes a long breath.
>”Just get it all out of your system.”
>>26856502
>Discord snaps and becomes dressed in heavy winter gear.
>He’s holding a lit flare and a stick of dynamite.
>”Anybody messes with me… and the whole tower goes.”
“Or at least what’s left of it.”
>Did you say that out loud?
>”See, she knows how to find the humor of the situation.”
>You did.
>”Are you done yet?”
>Discord snaps his fingers as his clothing is absorbed into his body, and his hand held items are transformed into a script.
>”Where are we?” Discord says to himself.
>He skims some of the pages.
>”Right!”
>The papers spontaneously combust.
>And Discord dons a doctor’s attire.
>”It’s Act Two, so you need the plot hook for the Third act. Or the Fourth, if the writer drags on for too long.”
>What?
>”Oh never you mind Flurry.” Discord chimes in.
>Is he reading your thoughts?
>”No, they were part of the script. Really am I the only actor here that’s read it?”
>”Q. Point. Now.”
>”Right.”
>He claps his hands together twice, and a small stack of X-ray results materialize.
>”Just remember, I’m a plot device, not a deus ex machina.”
>He holds up one of the papers.
>”Now if you look here you’ll see a foreign object lodged into Luna’s grey matter. Cadence has one just as large, and Celestia’s is even bigger.”
>He shows other similar looking scans.
”What is this?”
>”Well if you’d let me explain, I’ll tell you.”
>He clears his throat.
>Literally.
>His neck vanished as he coughed.
And on that bombshell, it's time to end.see y'all tomorrow.
>>26856511
>”See back in the day, your dearest Twilight brought back some friends from the Far East. A harmless little bug that lives off of the innate background magic that Alicorns produce. Only problem is that the specific frequency of magic they feed off of is fueled by negative emotions: Anger, despair, hopelessness, paranoia, and all those fun little things. If well fed enough, they then mess around with brain chemistry to amplify those emotions until the pony in question is left in a state of madness.”
>He then snaps his fingers and returns to his normal state.
>If you can call that amalgam normal.
>”Now, that being said: all my debts are paid off and my contractual obligations filled. Have fun!”
“Wait, what? You can’t go now!”
>”Fine, one free info tidbit: Surgery would just kill the infected pony.”
“Can’t you just snap your fingers and make them disappear?”
>”Of course I can.”
>”Then why don’t you?” Anon demands.
>”Because it’s so much fun watching all this chaos.”
“So what do we do?”
>”That’s for you to find out.” Discord replies.
>Why is nothing ever simple, and why is he so evasive?
>Your eye twitches.
>”Why don’t you knock it off with those negative waves? I’ve told you before; you don’t want to end up like mommy dearest.”
>”You’ve talked to Flurry before?”
>”You mean that you’re both not telling each other something about what happened while you were apart? I thought you two trusted each other, anyways- Ta-ta.”
>With that, Discord disappears.
>What didn’t Anon tell you?
>”We need to talk.” Anon says sternly.
>>26856522
You magnificent bastard.
Bamp
Bumping for a great story.
>>26861467
bamp
page 10
bu-bump
>page 9
Unfortunately the writer of this story has been in a serious accident and has been in the hospital.
Please pray for him^:)
>>26867399Not dead, started HoI3 and lost track of time while annexing the Balkans.
>>26867684
Understandable
>>26856522
>”Okay…” Flurry replies, her head nodding down slightly.
“Listen, I don’t care if everything else I’ve ever said has been lost on you. You cannot trust Discord.”
>”What happened between you two?”
“It’s a long and complicated story; suffice it to say, how do you think I got here?”
>”Wait, it was Discord’s fault that you’re in Equestria?”
“Not directly, like I said, it’s a long story.”
>”But I thought you just woke up here one day.”
>She’s dodging the point.
“Flurry, I need to know. Is there any truth to what he said?”
>”Before I left the Crystal Empire he spoke to me.”
“What about?”
>”For the most part he didn’t make any sense, all that I got out of it was that he said I have whatever Mom has.”
“Listen, I give it a fifty/fifty chance of him telling the truth, or at least a small part of it. How do you feel?”
>Something has been wrong since you first saw her.
>Her demeanor is exactly the same as it has always been.
>Too exact.
>Almost like it’s being forced.”
>”I’m fine.”
“Flurry…”
>You can tell that she’s lying through her teeth.
>But she remains silent.
“So... How do you feel about the battles you were in?”
>”I… suppose it was just a battle, I did my duty.”
“No nightmares or flashbacks?”
>”None.”
>You never forget your first kill.
>It eats away at you.
>Until you reach the point of justification.
>And even then, you never forget.
>She’s not there yet.
“Flurry, are you absolutely certain about that?”
>She’s looking at you with a look of sheer horror.
>Like when she used to sneak cookies without permission then try to play innocent with crumbs obviously all over her face.
>Your glare intensifies.
>Her left eye twitched.
>It almost reminds you of…
“So he was telling the truth.”
>>26868295
>Flurry is starting to shake, and tears are swelling in her eyes.
“Come here.”
>You reach down and take her into a hug.
“It’s okay kiddo. Just calm down and tell me what really happened.”
>You stay still as she silently cries into your shoulder.
“Let it all out.”
>You pat the back of her head softly.
>”I just couldn’t help it.” She softly says between breaths.
“What happened?”
>”Since Manehattan I’ve been feeling so different. And I just don’t know why.”
>She raises her head and starts to pace around the room, her eyes still red from the tears.
>”After the ambush I would start twitching every few hours or so. I tried to push back the feelings but it didn’t do anything.”
>This is why you didn’t want her to fight.
>But how much of it is just the emotional baggage?
“It’s alright, just tell me what you’re going through.”
>”There was the rush of adrenaline, everything happened so quickly. Then in a moment time would stop, and I’m just standing over the bodies. Thinking about how I did it.”
>She pauses.
>”And when a battle was over, everything seems so slow. Just me and my memories waiting for the next one. But…”
“What?”
>”When I was in the air earlier, it felt like I was in a trance. Or a dream that I had no real control over what I was doing. I’m not sure if it was instinct or…”
>She stops pacing, and starts to breathe in and out slowly.
“Look, I’m not sure what to make about what Discord said, but I think you should take a break. No more fighting.”
>”I think that’s a good idea. For what it’s worth I believe him.”
“Take what he said with a grain of salt, it’s just as likely that he’s behind all of this.”
>You’re not quite sure what to make of this all.
>On one-
>”Hey Uncle.”
“Yeah kiddo?”
>”How did you deal with it when you started out?”
>’it’ being the remorse.
“Come sit down and I’ll tell you. Maybe a thing or two I picked up can help you.”
Flurry Heart needs to master her midichlorians.
>>nein
Stump
We're gonna need a new thread soon. :c
>>26875733
Page 10
Twilight dies at the start of season 6 ^:(
>>26874375
So when this one dies will one of us make a new thread or will we let thingfag make it when he has an update ready?
>>26879968
I got it, give me an hour or so to get the next couple updates ready then I'll make it.
>>26880201
Can you make this the pic of next thread? It's literally the only other pic of armoured Flurry Heart and that disappoints me.
>>26880293
No wait, this version has a white background or some reason. This one >>26742501
>>26880343
got it, I'll make the new one when this thread gets to page nine or so. (Also the current pastebin has been updated)
Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a season opener to catch up on.
New Thread:
>>26881624
And farewell into the abyss, oh thread.
