This week, in "Occupied Equestria":
Wondering through through the Changeling lands at night on the road between Bales and Whinnyapolis, Onyx, Brie, and Spark have stumbled upon a set of farm ponies trying to hide their cattle in the forest, away from their changeling occupiers. While rescuing a cow, Onyx and Brie have taken heavy damage, and so they followed them to the cabin of a local woodspony. But they found the woodspony and a farmer replaced by changelings, and after a skirmish are alone and wounded in the cabin in the woods.
Over in Baltimare, Dark Star has decided to give up his life as Dark Star, the Earth Pony farm colt, to become Tyrel Jackson, or "Gold Chains," a zebra and aspiring rap artist. Through the magic of Valmorification, it is possible. Iron is freaking out after possibly having received a message from God herself. That, and his usual social awkwardness. Silver is cashing out on a long standing set of projects, and is readying himself for the next phase
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>>110562Silver looks over at Iron, his voice sounding a little tired. "I will not force you to be friend. I only ask that you give us fair chance."
>>110559>>110562*Poner is squeezed*
“Gah! I was poking fun at the weird Equestrian system... something something ‘Friendship’ and ‘Kindness,’ blah blah”
>>110560>>110561The burned Blue-Green Eyed “fun” raises his head, nesting Onyx’s eyes with his own giant Aqua ones. He stares back at Onyx for a moment, before breaking away, moving behind the other drone - still inspecting Spark’s leg - and then meets his eyes again. His eyes glow in the dark, almost, looking back
>>110564Iron smiles devilishly.
"Oh~ So you do not mind hurting a fellow pony's feelings even though friendship is
so central to this society, boss? You know how serious his beliefs are, yet you stab his heart with witty remarks that belittles his beliefs?"
He tsks again.
"Boss, be more considerate to Silver. After all he is your fellow pony~"
He does another little squeeze.
"I am expecting an apology for Silver, boss."
>>110565Iron has never been that close to the female form before
Skies is strangely comfortable with it, even with a squeeze
“Oh please. He dismissed it even when he thought I was serious. He doesn’t care. I doubt he believes in it either”
>>110564Spark remains still for the changeling.
>>110561"You may want to leave Onyx. Just make sure the family is safe and I'll be back soon."
>>110566His smug levels are too high for him to notice.>>110567>>110566Seeing Silver's reaction only furthers his smug grin on Skies.
"I told you, boss."
Another squeeze is sent, mainly to feel more softness.
"You are due to send an apology now."
>>110567Uh-uh... Awwwwwwwww
Don’t be sad little floof pone. Let me hug you. Don’t worry, that mean old feathered bitch won’t be hurting you any more
>>110568"Alright... Yell if they try anything..."
Onyx slowly leaves, not taking his good eye off of the changelings before checking on the injured ponies.
>>110569Skies is still soft, especially around the belly where there are no bones to block the squeezing, and her wings spill out from under the enveloping legs. Yet still she remains strong
"
No. Never."
https://youtu.be/cLYHgNEqp2o?t=27>>110568>>110571Um... You know these are the cocooning type of Changeling, right? They don't just bite on you, they wrap you in silk like a spider so they can suck out the rest of your life juices later
>>110571Ruby is close to the door
"What's going on?"
The two little mute pones still sit by the fire place, while nearby, the grey one - Dawson - is moving and breathing. He seems to be starting to wake up. Rose is not far behind
>>110573"I'm not sure yet, help me with the others will ya?"
Onyx walks over and gently shakes Dawson to see if he wakes up.
>>110572Well, I mean the one just bit on Onyx so......
[1d20+8 = 23]>>110572Iron smiles even more devilishly.
"I guess I will have to carry you to the mission like this, then. Tie you on my back, perhaps? We have options, boss."
He chuckles.
"Maybe while I am at it I could put a sign on your neck saying 'All ponies are equal.' I would say that is a powerful message for the passerby ponies could absorb into. After all, friendship does not distinguish between species."
Intimidate tiem
>>110575Nothing, he just shakes, laying there
Then his eyes open.
Then he jumps up, on his feet, legs out and teeth grit, staring angrilly at Onyx, his brown hair drained of any detail
"What the hay is going on here?! Who are you?!"
>>110576"You can trust your back with me!"
>>110577"Who the hay am I? I'm the pony that got you out of the bucking cocoon! Now calm down for a minute, are you hurt?"
>>110572Onyx will just rescue me if that is the case.
Spark remains friendly.
>>110578"Yes... I'm cut along my foreleg, and I had most of the life drained out of me"
>>110579Seb comes a little closer to Spark
>>110577Iron chuckles.
"And you say I am the stubborn one."
He does a little squeeze again.
"Oh well. I gave friendship a chance only for it to crash unceremoniously on the ground. It shows how true your previous statements were, boss, which is none whatsoever. Good job on painting yourself as a hypocrite, boss. Not very honorable of you."
>>110567He looks at Silver knowingly.
"Do you want to switch places? Her coat is soft."
>>110580"No shit? Well you can complain so you obviously aren't dying"
Onyx steps over and gently shakes Rose awake.
>>110581No response from the floof pone.
>>110581"Go fuck yourself with a long, spiny cactus"
She has that malign smile
"And read a dictionary, because verbal irony is not the meaning of the word 'hypocrite'"
>>110582"Huh?"
She wakes up, looking frail and tired. A beige-ish colored mare
>>110580Spark sits there and smiles.
>>110584"Good to see you're alive as well. Do you need anything?"
>>110586Dawson stands up and looks around
“Are they gone? What happened? And who are you?”
Rose tries to pull herself forward with her two hooves
“I need water...”
>>110584>>110583Iron shrugs, moving her along with his movements.
"I have still made my case. Your words are mere fluff and you cannot follow it up with actions. You have what I assumed is a 'friend' but you routinely make fun of the core of his character without worry or empathy for him."
He sets her on her seat as normal with care.
"Imagine if a friend of yours kept on going about how weak the pegasi are, with their 'soft skeletons that break due to mere wind'. Would
you call him or her a friend? Somepony you would hang out with? After all, they think you would not care if they kept bashing you about it and thought of it as mere 'jokes' to share with you."
Iron smiles.
"I bet you would kill them in their sleep if you ever had the chance.
Am I wrong?"
[1d20+2 = 14]>>110585The creature sits down in front of Spark, and looks at him. While the other one moves forward towards him. They speak to each other in their language, back and forth
>>110588Roll opposed grapple
[1d20+3 = 9]>>110590Roll a new opposed grapple
[1d20+10 = 20]>>110593Iron blinks, realizing he's struck a nerve.
"Do you feel how it hurts, boss? That is how Silver is feeling right now."
[1d20+6 = 9]>>110594Skies does not. Roll opposed grapple
[1d20+10 = 27]>>110595Iron sighs.
"I guess you do not care about others. Only yourself."
[1d20+6 = 21]>>110596Skies says nothing. And yet she’s got all night. Roll opposed grapple
>>110594>>110595Silver's mood takes a sudden, likely expected turn. He glares at the two ponies and snaps. "
ENOUGH!"
[1d20+10 = 23]>>110597Opposed.
>>110598Iron silently knows it is time for him to actually expose his beliefs to cement his words.
(I take my part of the blame for this.)
>>110598Skies is stilled for a moment inside of her muscular prison
>>110599>>110600The formerly melancholy air around Silver has evaporated. He no longer cares where they are or who many be listening. "
You absolute foals! Can you not go five minutes without fighting like you are both in kindergarden!?"
>>110602Iron simply looks at him a bit shocked but ultimately undisturbed.
(At least he is not moping.)
>>110603"Let me go, or we are going to have a much bigger issue here"
>>110605Iron shrugs, planting Skies in the same spot he would've done before trying to escape his grasp.
>>110607>>110606Skies is left silent once again. Her eyes bare resentment, which has not dissipated since it formed earlier, before Silver spoke
>>110607Iron looks at Silver confused.
(Were we not doing that just then? Eh, whatever. He is trying to keep some semblance of peace between Skies and I in fear of things escalating, also because he is tired of seeing it happen, of course.)
He turns stoic, awaiting what will happen.
>>110608>>110609The old stallion is left rubbing the bridge of his muzzle while speaking in a hoarse voice. "Селестия, дай мне силы не задушить пони...alright, now that
that is over with, there is something you both need to say to each other." He continues to glare a father-like glare at the two ponies with the unspoken message that apologies to each other are in order...and the unspoken promise of what will happen if they choose not to.
>>110610"Alright..."
>>110609"Fuck you. Do not touch me. Do not try to
restrain me like that. And do not speak to me like that."
>>110611*SLAM*Silver lets out an honest-to-goddess
growl at Skies as his hoof connects with the table in front of her, his voice low and dangerous. "
Wrong. Answer."
[1d2 = 1]>>110612She sinks back in her seat
>>110610Iron nods approvingly
(Now that is some authority! Should have come out before with that attitude instead of being used as a doormat.)
>>110611But Skies' retort is less than stellar in his eyes.
He keeps silent.
>>110612>>110613Iron can't help but start mentally cheering Silver on, maintaining his stoic nature.
(Amazing performance! Now that is the sort of stallion to look up to!)