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Thread: MLP: Fucking is Magic - Discord's Delightful Dickery {darkest_fate&Rand}

The swirling cutie mark hovered almost directly over Twilight's castle. The princess of friendship frowned as she looked at it, studying it curiously. Nearby she could hear her assistant and dragon-boy spike shifting and climbing up to look at it himself. Spike had just hit full maturity, which sometimes made him a little difficult to handle, though Twilight still loved him anyway. Dealing with his crush on Rarity, however... That's definitely the castle, right? she asked. It seems like it's indicating right here. I would almost expect to see it glowing right above us, she fluttered her fingers before bringing them down to stroke her chin. Spike was already asking if she needed to contact them or anything like that, but Twilight shook her head. We should definitely find it out though, she focused, magical energy shining at her forehead. They sometimes called her people unicorns, which she thought amusing. Well, technically speaking, Twilight was an alicorn now she could produce the feathered wings on her back and actually fly. That had come with the whole princess of friendship business, as had this castle and these assignments. Um, Twilight? the voice caught her attention, and Twilight saw Spike looking up at her again. The dragon-boy was adorable and would probably always look young to Twilight, who had helped him hatch. He pointed a clawed finger, and Twilight's head swiveled, seeing a semi-familiar face coming into view. Is that... her brow furrowed as she stepped forward. Flash? Twilight's eyes narrowed. Wait, is something... off? Twilight approached slowly, purple magic swirling about her horn. She was, of course, wearing her usual around the castle wear a purple tartan skirt, kneesocks that matched her cutie-mark, a white blouse with a deep purple vest over it, and a string tie about her throat. Technically her mark would show just above her haunch, near her bottom, but she kept all but the bottom tip of that hidden with the skirt. Said skirt shifted as Twilight approached. The light seemed to shimmer, and Twilight was already waving her hands, readying a revealing spell.
Thread: MLP: Fucking is Magic - Discord's Delightful Dickery {darkest_fate&Rand}

To the blind eye, what Twilight Sparkle was seeing just outside of her castle walls had indeed been Flash Sentry. The young guard looked every bit the same as he always did, with his current garments consisting of a rather casual wear which included a pair of jeans, white shirt and black jacket, as opposed to the royal armor which hed often wear when seen on duty. His blue hair was fairly messy, but in that stylishly messy way that girls often liked on a guy. Similarly, the Pegasus wings that he often had out when working were gone for the time being, thus giving an unobstructed view of the young male who stood outside of Twilights castle for an unknown, yet seemingly nonthreatening purpose. The truth, however, was that Flash had been there under a unique arrangement organized with the assistance of a certain Chaos God. A Chaos God which watched on through a small portal window, unseen anywhere near the not-what-he-seemed guards location, while relaxing in a floating position that replicated somebody laying back on a couch. Hmm. Personally, I do not know what she sees in him. Discord mused while tossing back a handful of popcorn that was suddenly levitating at his side chewing upon the mouthful and swallowing it down while adding, Buuuut, I suppose it doesnt really matter for somebody with your talents, does it? An amused chuckle slipped from the chimera dragons wide mouth, as he informed the changeling, Now, look sharp, Flash. It seems like our royal-ness is on her way over to see if anythings wrong. With that, the changeling awaiting Twilights appearance would no longer be able to hear Discords voice, but the chaotic being would still be watching the entirety of the unfolding events. Now this is a lesson that should prove very entertaining. He considered to himself, as the straw of a large soda came up to his lips on its own, which he promptly began to slurp loudly at while his eyes remained glued onto the scene. For his part, Thorax was a touch reluctant at deceiving Twilight, but Discords offer of a chance at feeding upon the love of such a powerful source as the Princess of Friendship was too tempting for the rehabilitating changeling to pass up. Of course, the slight magical boost to his appetite by Discord didnt hurt matters. At the sound of Twilights footsteps approaching from behind, the male awaited until she was close enough to pull off the act, as he suddenly turned to face the book smart cutie and accidentally stepped right into the Princess enough to knock her off her feet. Oh, Princess! Im sorry! I didnt see you there. He quickly apologized, then offering up a helpful hand while flashing a familiar smile as he added, Were making a pretty bad habit of this, arent we? The coaching by Discord would prove useful, as Thorax rather perfectly mirrored the way the pair had met literally bumped into each other in the past while offering to help her up.
Thread: MLP: Fucking is Magic - Discord's Delightful Dickery {darkest_fate&Rand}

The spells didn't seem to quite want to stick, which was enough to get Twilight's guard up. Generally speaking when spells didn't stick something fishy was going on. That often happened around either creatures that just sort of avoided magic or warped it. Still, the person in front of her did look like Flash, albeit a little bit more like the one Twilight had met in the alternate dimension as opposed to the one who often stood as a guard these two were very similar though, mostly dealing with the whole balance of magic and wings and a slight change in preference toward pop musical numbers. This Flash did accidentally knock Twilight down. The princess went tumbling, landing on her butt, her skirt flashing up for a just a moment to show a flash of pantie white with stripes of pink and purple, naturally. She quickly brought her hands down to pull the skirt into position, flushing a little. Sometimes she swore it almost felt as if she had hooves, like she were actually a unicorn instead of just part of the whole Equestrian subspecies and all. Twilight looked up at the boy who offered his hand, taking it and pulling herself upright. Yes, I suppose we are, Twilight glanced at him, feeling herself flushing slightly. He did look like Flash, and well, Twilight couldn't help but find that face pretty darn cute and all. She did manage a nod as well, before smoothing out her skirt. It's good to see you! Though if you're remembering that is... are you from the other-- her brow furrowed, looking up at Flash and studying him carefully. So, wait, she pointed at him, 'why are you here, exactly? Shouldn't you either be back in Canterlot High? Or serving as a guard in my sister's palace, depending on which one you are. which Flash, I mean. Twilight paused, considering. We really do need a system to determine which is which. I mean, there is the whole thing you were mentioning, which helps, but it would be really useful if you would just show your wings or do something would fully confirm that you are, in fact, you. Twilight paused again. Wasn't she just worried about something? Something involving magic. Magic being twisted. She studied Flash again, tapping her fingers to the side of her head as she examined him. He looked right, save for the whole not being where hes waswere supposed to be.
Thread: MLP: Fucking is Magic - Discord's Delightful Dickery {darkest_fate&Rand}

Well, yes, you're you and you'd know when you're you and when you're not you, but the rest of us don't have that advantage, Twilight pointed out, tapping her hands to her chin again. She did realize that there was the potential for this Flash to be someone else entirely too changelings playing around or Discord playing with shapes or any number of magical spells or what have you. But the guy did seem to know Twilight already, which was certainly a step in the right direction. Then came the wings, which Twilight noticed, nodding. They do look about right, she said, stepping forward. The shimmer matched pretty good, but Twilight swore she could see something else hovering just about it. Like, maybe a shimmer of green or something? Twilight looked back at Flash, noting that the wings kinda made him seem almost angelic. Weird to think about that, and it was making Twilight flush a little just thinking about it. Still, she had to check. Thus, even before Flash had started, Twilight shifted. Her vest and clothes slid along her body, and Twilight swore she felt them caressing her flesh quite nicely. The intelligent nerdy unicorn didn't exactly experiment with too much sexual activity or anything, though she had read about it. There had been some warming moments during reading, and she had ground her legs together, but it wasn't enough to really give her too much of an idea. But she did know that the clothing across her chest and even her panties felt a little off. Definitely going to touch them, Twilight said. But as Twilight moved to touch, she felt them flitting about her sides instead. The touch made her shiver ever so slightly. Flushing, she batted at it. Well, yes, I did figure it was that. It was either that or you came here looking for Cadence or Shining Armor or maybe Spike, though I don't think-- Twilight saw the hands moving now. She tensed as they touched her hips, freezing, eyes widening. She'd done something like this before, when she'd visited Equestria High and all. Now he kept coming closer, and it didn't take long for Twilight to figure it out. A finger intercepted his lips. That's really flattering and all, but I really hope that you didn't just come here to try and do something like that. Plus, I'm quite busy and I really don't have time for that sort of thing. It's nothing to do with you, promise, nodding, Twilight reached down, pulling a hand a little off and moving aside, fingers templing. Now, is there maybe some sort of problem? Oh, she turned to look at him, do you have a friendship problem? I think that this map, it shows us where to go to help people and all. It came with the castle. Anyway, this map, it had my mark above the castle, so maybe you have a problem and it's telling me to help you? She smiled up at him, convinced that she'd figured it out. It all added up, after all.
Thread: StarMech's Fandoms & Others (MxF and some FxF)

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Thread: The needs of the horde(ChaosInk x Rosina)

Scarlett is a little on the short side with long brilliant red hair that flows down to her plump ass. She has fair white skin that contrasts with her bright hair and bold blue eyes giving her a noticeable beauty. Light freckling on her nose and upper cheeks distinguishes itself from her otherwise blemish free visage. Her build resemble an hourglass with maturing breasts and thick hips on either side of her relatively thin waist. In order to have the best chance at surviving the apocalypse Scarlett is wearing a specific outfit that she thinks might give her an advantage A black miniskirt that shows off her luscious thighs and allows her full range of motion, a matching thick long-sleeved blouse that frills an inch or two past her waist and may help her defend against scratches or bites. Her boots are a similar black, that are steel toed and climb a ways up her calf her panties on the other hand are a cute pink that grasps snugly onto her pussy and shows a noticeable cameltoe whenever the wind blows her skirt out of the way. Although these panties are somewhat tight and uncomfortable on her now they were her favorite pair from before the incident so she wears them good luck. She hopes that the dark color scheme of her clothing may help her hide, although her pale skin and bright hear detract from her stealth in most situations. After fifteen weeks of grueling survival all of her clothing and most of her open skin are caked with a grimy mixture of sweat, blood, and dirt. As Scarlett stands before the school she takes a quick mental inventory she has a pack that contains a half-full, slightly crumpled bottle of water and a couple of apples she picked two days back, a blue flashlight that hangs from the side of her pouch and has an unknown amount of batteries left, and a kitchen knife that she slide hazardously between her thigh and her miniskirt for lack of a better place to keep it. After taking her list she quickly surveys the surroundings, she has a good handle on how to scavenge after the months of survival, and decides that it would be best to try and find a safe way into the gym. All of the houses were most likely looted the day the zombies came and what supplies were in the school were probably taken to the gym by the survivors. So she quickly makes her way towards the gym, her heavy boots cracking against the ground as she moves, then once she comes closer she crouches and cautiously looks for routes inside.
Thread: The needs of the horde(ChaosInk x Rosina)

As Scarlett's heavy boots click loudly on the ground, moving closer and closer to the gym, a growling and snarling can be heard from inside. At first it sounds as if just one of the undead inside has heard her, but soon more voices can be heard, growling and snarling as bodies thump against the gym door, looking for escape. The chain and pipe holding the door shut rattle loudly, but show no sign of giving way. Inside, the gym is easily capable of holding over fifty people and during it's time as a gym it hardly ever saw that many, but how many people flocked to the aid station and were trapped inside is unknown. Above the door is a white flag stuck to the building the simply reads 'Aid Station' in blue letters, although the edges are starting to look grey, no doubt battered by the weather. Dried blood stains the door and the surrounding area, while a pair of tables taken from class rooms lay overturned, a few of the metal legs bent out of shape. Rubbish covers the area as well, empty water bottles and food packets mixed with discarded leaflets, offering useless advice regarding the virus and the undead. hidden among it all is a small satchel, covered in blood and more trash, but inside it lies one bottle of water, two power bars and a handgun with no ammunition a useless tool against the zombies but potentially effective for dealing with the living. So far the satchel has remained hidden in the chaotic scene due to a lack of discerning scavengers. To most people the gym appears to have three ways inside. The most obvious is the front doors with the zombie pounding on the other side. To enter through that way would alert all of them inside to someone's presence, meaning anyone attempting to gain entrance that way would have to deal with the zombies, either killing them or leading them far enough away to the double back out of sight. The second way in is a high up window on one of the side walls. Scaffolding from before the virus stands outside, easily leading up to it. On the other side of the wall a scavenger could easily use the various climbing equipment to climb down and, if they were stealthy enough, could sneak around behind the zombies before climbing back up. However not only does this risk the zombies at the door growing bored and turning around, it also means that they would only be able to carry a limited amount of supplies up and through the window, making multiple trips necessary to gather a meaningful amount of supplies. The third and simplest way in is through the door at the back, which is currently wedged ajar and leads into the gym teachers office. However the office is often locked, separated from the rest of the gym. Wether it is still locked is unknown. However the final way inside, noticeable only to the well trained eye or perhaps to someone familiar with the gym already is a small window at the bottom of the side wall, always left slightly open, it leads to the small basement storeroom. From there anyone could climb the stairs and emerge at the rear of the gym, however the window is currently obscured from view by overgrown plants.
Thread: The needs of the horde(ChaosInk x Rosina)

Scarlett takes a deep breath before slowly making her way towards the front door of the gym, her steps now practically silent. She takes a moment to observe the scene before her, this is not the first time that she has witnessed an attempted survivor station end in a room filled with zombies. The fact that the door is barricaded from the outside is a good thing. 'I am probably the first one to scavenge here after the group fell.' She thinks to herself before quickly scanning the ground for any loot within the piles of trash and blood. She is neither desperate for food or water so she doesn't spend ample time searching, but she is alert, she got a decent nights sleep and has recently managed to make it through the days without much hunger or dehydration. So when her eyes glance past the satchel she notices something and decides that it may be worthwhile to check. She approaches the mound and sends her delicate, yet grime caked, hands into it before separating the satchel from the trash and opening it. When she sees its contents she grins at her fortune and her eyes light up. She them moves the power bars and the water bottle into her pack before taking the satchel with the gun still inside of it and slinging it around her shoulder. She fails to check the gun for ammunition. With her rewards now sorted she gives the trash heaps one more quick look through before pulling away from the door. She decides to make her way towards the back of the gym, as a personal rule of thumb she thinks the back door is always a good choice. She fails the opportunity to notice the hidden window. She makes a note that the Scaffolding is probably the second best option if the back door doesn't pay out. With that thought she slowly makes her way towards the ajar back door while pulling her knife from her skirt and gripping it tightly in her right hand. Despite Scarlett managing to survive such a long time, mostly by herself, she is still a virgin when it comes to killing zombies she is also a virgin in most other ways. So far she has managed to stealth her way about, only taking minor risks and always keeping on the move. Whenever she finds fellow survivors she treats them as if they were zombies and stays away.
Thread: The needs of the horde(ChaosInk x Rosina)

The rear door to the gym hadn't been opened in a long time, sitting slightly ajar for months. Rust had started to form on the hinges, so opening the door too quickly would result in a loud squeak, gathering the attention of the single zombie in the office on the other side, whereas to open slowly it would creak slightly but allow for a much stealthier approach. Inside the office is a single zombie, sat in the black leather arm chair in front of a large desk. He groaned slightly every now and then but was largely idle. He wore a dirty grey t-shirt and jogging bottoms, while a key hung on a chain around his neck. The front of the office had a closed door leading to the rest of the gym and large windows. On the other side was the dimly lit gym and thirteen zombies, most of them banging and pushing against the doors on the far side, while a few others shuffled idly about, occasionally knocking into the abandoned equipment. However it would be difficult to see exactly what else was in the gym without more light. Back in the office, there were several large display cabinets holding multiple trophies of different kinds for various sporting achievements. There were also various filing cabinets, a noticeboard and a white board. None of these are likely to contain anything worth taking, perhaps the only thing is the bottle of vodka on the desk, lying on it's side with approximately three shots worth remaining. However, assuming Scarlett could quietly deal with the zombie she would be able to take the key around his neck and stealthily enter the gym, although finding any decent loot would likely require more light than at the moment. The switches for the lights however were on one wall about halfway down the gym, with all manner of overturned tables, rubbish, boxes and more between the office door and the switch.
Thread: The needs of the horde(ChaosInk x Rosina)

Upon coming to the rusty door Scarlett sends her left hand cautiously towards it and grips its side gently. She then begins to inch the door open as she shifts her head so that she peer through the growing opening with her bright blue eyes and into the room ahead. She quickly identifies the zombie sat before her as the door spreads large enough for her to squeeze her small body inside. She swiftly glances from side to side, her trained eyes looking for other hazards besides the one she had already spotted. After finding nothing she creeps silently towards the zombie, paying special attention to not step on anything in the darkness. If she succeeds in her approach she then slowly rises to a stand behind the chair and lifts her knife into position a small ways away from the zombies ear. She takes a deep breath through her nose which flows quietly out of her sweet lips a moment later. She has never killed a zombie before, but this seemed like the least risky time to do so. 'I need the key he is wearing if I am going to get into the gym.' She affirms to herself before lifting her blade just a little more before attempting to plunge it through the zombies ear and deep into his skull. Regardless of whether or not she managed to kill the zombies she stumbles backwards and plummets ass first to the ground letting out a cute squeak of surprise as blood splatters all over her. Ah...! She left the knife in the zombies head. She then looks up towards it fearfully, hoping that she killed it or she would be left in a very vulnerable position.
Thread: Let's Play with Fire..

Just thought I would ask, what is your opinion of canoncanon pairings or are you mostly into OCOC? Thanks.