Set six years after season 6, Occupied Equestria presents an alternative history where Chrysalis chose a different approach to her second attack on Equestria. The Changelings have conquered half of Equestria, while a former Equestrian colony - soured to Princesses notion of harmony with all creatures thank to their dealing with griffins - Invaded and took the other half. In Baltimare and the Equestruan Southlands, the magic of friendship has weakened, as Communists, Changeling infiltrators, Fascists, gangs, and even ancient necormancers and dark gods threaten the city and the surrounding regions. This role play is based in large part upon the Equestria at War mod for Hearts of Iron 4, and uses D&d 3.5e mechanics.
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>>83103
"Well, since you asked so nicely, I will oblige." Iron chuckles softly and goes for a kiss on the leader mare on the front.
"Well, since you asked so nicely, I will oblige." Iron chuckles softly and goes for a kiss on the leader mare on the front.
>>83106
He gently puts a foreleg around her neck, deepening the kiss and exploring her mouth looking for those sweet spots mares loved, like he always does. He tries to watch what the other two mares are doing. He doesn't want them to feel left out after all.
He gently puts a foreleg around her neck, deepening the kiss and exploring her mouth looking for those sweet spots mares loved, like he always does. He tries to watch what the other two mares are doing. He doesn't want them to feel left out after all.
>>83100
"It could be, if changelings are indeed preparing for invasion, that they have done research into how to dream walk, like Luna does. If that is case, it could be they are trying to psychologically break will of ponykind to fight. But that is all hypothesis, nothing that we could yet prove, at least without enough similar stories from other ponies."
Silver leans back in his chair. "Nothing we can do about it in either case. Now, Blue: I remember you saying you were looking to hear more about me and my wife and children. I believe we have some time before Ash arrives, if you still wish to hear."
"It could be, if changelings are indeed preparing for invasion, that they have done research into how to dream walk, like Luna does. If that is case, it could be they are trying to psychologically break will of ponykind to fight. But that is all hypothesis, nothing that we could yet prove, at least without enough similar stories from other ponies."
Silver leans back in his chair. "Nothing we can do about it in either case. Now, Blue: I remember you saying you were looking to hear more about me and my wife and children. I believe we have some time before Ash arrives, if you still wish to hear."
>>83108
She giggles, though her mouth is now filled with Iron's tongue. It's like her spit almost has a sweet taste to it. Her mouth is warm and she wraps her tongue around his
The other two seem jealous of the attention, but go for Iron's strong muscles in his hind legs, and his strong barrel, rubbing them
>>83107
Yes, she does start crying
>>83109
"I don't think Dark Star's dream was the product of Changelings. It's true that the Western Hives have a sort of 'kick in the front door' attitude, and Chrysalis isn't particularly known for subtlety, but the ability to remain disguised is the one and only gift the Mother gave to the Changeling. If they were 'invading' ponies dreams, I don't think they'd be so obvious about it"
"But I am willing to listen, if you are willing to tell"
[Read more] She giggles, though her mouth is now filled with Iron's tongue. It's like her spit almost has a sweet taste to it. Her mouth is warm and she wraps her tongue around his
The other two seem jealous of the attention, but go for Iron's strong muscles in his hind legs, and his strong barrel, rubbing them
>>83107
Yes, she does start crying
>>83109
"I don't think Dark Star's dream was the product of Changelings. It's true that the Western Hives have a sort of 'kick in the front door' attitude, and Chrysalis isn't particularly known for subtlety, but the ability to remain disguised is the one and only gift the Mother gave to the Changeling. If they were 'invading' ponies dreams, I don't think they'd be so obvious about it"
"But I am willing to listen, if you are willing to tell"
>>83114
Silver motions for her to sit down in one of the empty seats at the table. "If you have preference for some specific event, let me know. Else I will likely just try to start at beginning."
Silver motions for her to sit down in one of the empty seats at the table. "If you have preference for some specific event, let me know. Else I will likely just try to start at beginning."
>>83114
Sister Ash holds her to her fluff and let's her cry for as long as she needs to.
"There, there..."
Sister Ash holds her to her fluff and let's her cry for as long as she needs to.
"There, there..."
>>83114
Iron is liking the rubbing and her sweet kiss. He sighs in her mouth, fully enjoying the ministrations. After 2 to 3 minutes, he breaks the kiss, under the impression that the other two mares deserve some kissing of their own for their efforts. Iron turns to the light green unicorn. "You are all damn good." He starts his kissing session with said mare, more passionate than the first one know he could go all out and with his closest foreleg wrapping the back of her neck, while stroking the mane and cheeks of the white-maned pegasus.
Iron is liking the rubbing and her sweet kiss. He sighs in her mouth, fully enjoying the ministrations. After 2 to 3 minutes, he breaks the kiss, under the impression that the other two mares deserve some kissing of their own for their efforts. Iron turns to the light green unicorn. "You are all damn good." He starts his kissing session with said mare, more passionate than the first one know he could go all out and with his closest foreleg wrapping the back of her neck, while stroking the mane and cheeks of the white-maned pegasus.
>>83117
"It is fine. Nothing I feel is preventing me from sharing, especially if there are those who are willing to listen."
Give me a minute, don't know how long this'll take.
"It is fine. Nothing I feel is preventing me from sharing, especially if there are those who are willing to listen."
Give me a minute, don't know how long this'll take.
>>83117
Sister Ash pats her back softly
"You don't need to hold back.. Crying is Natural.. Especially after what you've been through.."
Sister Ash pats her back softly
"You don't need to hold back.. Crying is Natural.. Especially after what you've been through.."
>>83118
They giggle at the attention they receive from the stallion, often in synchronicity, as if a part of some horrid hive mind. The Pegasus comes in closer, and starts kissing Iron's neck, while the Earth pony does her own circle of Iron, examining his muscles and lifting up his tail
>>83120
She looks a little awkward, but sits as directed
>>83121
Well, Ash definitely got her to accept her embrace
They giggle at the attention they receive from the stallion, often in synchronicity, as if a part of some horrid hive mind. The Pegasus comes in closer, and starts kissing Iron's neck, while the Earth pony does her own circle of Iron, examining his muscles and lifting up his tail
>>83120
She looks a little awkward, but sits as directed
>>83121
Well, Ash definitely got her to accept her embrace
>>83122
There's a good little filly there, under all that emo bullshit
Sister Ash walks over to the bed and sits(?) there for a few a few more minutes, still holding Abby until she stops crying.
There's a good little filly there, under all that emo bullshit
Sister Ash walks over to the bed and sits(?) there for a few a few more minutes, still holding Abby until she stops crying.
>>83122
The pegasus' kisses are making an effect on Iron, but the gentle lifting of his tail breaks his concentration. He stops the kiss, albeit reluctantly. "You mares want the main course already?" Irom smiles seductively. "Well, show me to your room and we can be all to ourselves. What do you say?" His member already fully erected by the mares' performance to for the Earth mare to see. While her synchronicity is slightly off-putting to Iron, he decides that he cannot back down now, after going so deep into these mares.
The pegasus' kisses are making an effect on Iron, but the gentle lifting of his tail breaks his concentration. He stops the kiss, albeit reluctantly. "You mares want the main course already?" Irom smiles seductively. "Well, show me to your room and we can be all to ourselves. What do you say?" His member already fully erected by the mares' performance to for the Earth mare to see. While her synchronicity is slightly off-putting to Iron, he decides that he cannot back down now, after going so deep into these mares.
>>83123
Her little wings - right on the edge of being developed for flight - twitch just a little, as she cries silently next to Ash
>>83124
"Hehehe"
"Hehehe"
"Hehehe"
The Earth pony pokes at his now fully erect penis
"It's so small"
The Unicorn says
"We are all to ourselves right here"
The Pegasus lifts up his tail herself
"hehehe"
"hehehe"
"hehehe"
[Read more] Her little wings - right on the edge of being developed for flight - twitch just a little, as she cries silently next to Ash
>>83124
"Hehehe"
"Hehehe"
"Hehehe"
The Earth pony pokes at his now fully erect penis
"It's so small"
The Unicorn says
"We are all to ourselves right here"
The Pegasus lifts up his tail herself
"hehehe"
"hehehe"
"hehehe"
>>83126
Sister Ash just stays there and comforts her, until she's ready to be put to bed.
Wait, fuck. She did finish eating already, right?
Sister Ash just stays there and comforts her, until she's ready to be put to bed.
Wait, fuck. She did finish eating already, right?
>>83129
I knew it as well, but Iron was blinded by the imminent sex to think that so I had to go along with it
I knew it as well, but Iron was blinded by the imminent sex to think that so I had to go along with it
>>83128
I'm really not seeing where in the previous post they are described as having 'equipment,' or really, any pony except for Iron
>>83127
To bed already?
I'm really not seeing where in the previous post they are described as having 'equipment,' or really, any pony except for Iron
>>83127
To bed already?
>>83131
Oh my fucking god. I that read wrong. Disregard the previous answer. Deleting previous post and replacing it with a more suitable one.
Oh my fucking god. I that read wrong. Disregard the previous answer. Deleting previous post and replacing it with a more suitable one.
>>83126
Iron is visibly upset at the mares taking shit about his member. "Oh yeah? I will show you what my member can do for you three." He picks up the unicorn, since she's the one at the front, at places it on I assume there's is the bed.
Iron is visibly upset at the mares taking shit about his member. "Oh yeah? I will show you what my member can do for you three." He picks up the unicorn, since she's the one at the front, at places it on I assume there's is the bed.
>>83127
Okay, I gotta sleep.
My plan was for Ash to speak with Abbey a little bit, then have her finish eating and put her to bed.
Then she can leave you go meet with the party.
>>83131
Or not.
I thought it was the evening, after dinner. Idk when fillies are supposed to sleep though (she did stay up past midnight the previous night though). Anyway, she stays for a while, then leaves at the time she agreed to meet the party.
Maybe I could continue her dialogue next session.
Okay, I gotta sleep.
My plan was for Ash to speak with Abbey a little bit, then have her finish eating and put her to bed.
Then she can leave you go meet with the party.
>>83131
Or not.
I thought it was the evening, after dinner. Idk when fillies are supposed to sleep though (she did stay up past midnight the previous night though). Anyway, she stays for a while, then leaves at the time she agreed to meet the party.
Maybe I could continue her dialogue next session.
>>83133
"That little thing? I have quills wider than that"
"That little thing? I have quills wider than that"
"That little thing? I have quills wider than that"
No, it was outside in a town originally. There is no sign of any pony around, at all, and the background slowly fades to encroaching fog
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"That little thing? I have quills wider than that"
"That little thing? I have quills wider than that"
"That little thing? I have quills wider than that"
No, it was outside in a town originally. There is no sign of any pony around, at all, and the background slowly fades to encroaching fog
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>>83137
Iron is not handling it well. His breath is getting ragged and he is trembling, either from rage at the blatant insults or fear of losing the one thing that makes him a stallion. He attempts to look at his member, see if the mares are telling the truth about him.
Iron is not handling it well. His breath is getting ragged and he is trembling, either from rage at the blatant insults or fear of losing the one thing that makes him a stallion. He attempts to look at his member, see if the mares are telling the truth about him.
>>83138
They are exaggerating, but... He doesn't remember it being quite that small. Or was it always?
They are exaggerating, but... He doesn't remember it being quite that small. Or was it always?
>>83139
This is not going well for him. He definetly remembers it bigger. What in Tartarus is going on? Is this a joke? He slowly lays down in a fetal position, not dealing with his seemingly smaller penis size well. 'I might as well be a mare with that size' he thinks to himself. He is hyperventilating, unsure if he should even carry on with such a curse planted on him. "Get away! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" He screams aloud to no one in particular.
This is not going well for him. He definetly remembers it bigger. What in Tartarus is going on? Is this a joke? He slowly lays down in a fetal position, not dealing with his seemingly smaller penis size well. 'I might as well be a mare with that size' he thinks to himself. He is hyperventilating, unsure if he should even carry on with such a curse planted on him. "Get away! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" He screams aloud to no one in particular.
>>83117
Silver pulls out a picture from his bags, that of Silver and Storm, both young adults, Silver wearing his metal cuirass, Storm wearing a studded leather jacket. They look bloody and battered, but in high spirits, as if they just finished with a fight. "While in Ponyville, many years ago, I got hired by farmers there to help deal with problem they were having. There was group of brigands, all mares, who were harassing their caravans, stealing their supplies, their Bits, their food. They had tried hiring others before, this they told me, but none had ever come back, and attacks had continued. It was difficult job, they told me, but they were paying well to see somepony help them. I agreed to do job for them.
"It was fairly long journey to where they had last been seen, near wreckage of one of farmers' caravans, and hard, and why I was thankful it was not difficult to follow tracks of those who had tried and failed before to bring them to justice. I found their camp, and before long, they were already on me. There were three, all looking like they had experience with fighting off bounty hunters. They were tough, but I was stronger back then, and I was able handle them, even if they got couple good hits in on me. It took couple strong healing potions to recover after initial battle, and it gave me couple new scars to add to collection, but I made it. There were more, as I made my way deeper into their camp, all of similar toughness, but eventually I made it into their inner sanctum, circle of standing stones surrounded by tents of leader and her most trusted companions. And that is when I saw her.
"She was leader of these bandits, she said from her spot on top of highest stone. She had not seen anypony make it as far as I had. She wanted to test my mettle. So she offered deal: if I could beat her in single combat, she would order her mares to stand down, and to leave local farms alone. If she won, she would have new head to add to collection. She made point to flash her weapons at me. Two blades, hidden underneath her wings, shaped like feathers, sharp and subtle. As alternative was to decline and have to face all of them at once, I accepted.
"She flew down to ground. We started to circle each other, beginning what was to be dance of death. Once we had made full circle, we each struck. For what felt like hours, we attacked each other, blade against blade, metal against metal. She took couple hits. I took couple hits. We would withdraw. We would advance. We would feint. We would strike. Our bones splintered, our muscles ached, our lungs cried for more oxygen, our hearts beat hard like drums deep in our chests. Then, for briefest moment, as our weapons clashed once again, we locked eyes, and that is when we saw it. There was spark, one only those who are equals in combat ever see. Respect. Even looking back now, I can see spark in her eyes, feel spark in mine, as we realized we had met each others' match."
Holy hell, this might be split into two posts. I think I underestimated how long this is.
[Read more] Silver pulls out a picture from his bags, that of Silver and Storm, both young adults, Silver wearing his metal cuirass, Storm wearing a studded leather jacket. They look bloody and battered, but in high spirits, as if they just finished with a fight. "While in Ponyville, many years ago, I got hired by farmers there to help deal with problem they were having. There was group of brigands, all mares, who were harassing their caravans, stealing their supplies, their Bits, their food. They had tried hiring others before, this they told me, but none had ever come back, and attacks had continued. It was difficult job, they told me, but they were paying well to see somepony help them. I agreed to do job for them.
"It was fairly long journey to where they had last been seen, near wreckage of one of farmers' caravans, and hard, and why I was thankful it was not difficult to follow tracks of those who had tried and failed before to bring them to justice. I found their camp, and before long, they were already on me. There were three, all looking like they had experience with fighting off bounty hunters. They were tough, but I was stronger back then, and I was able handle them, even if they got couple good hits in on me. It took couple strong healing potions to recover after initial battle, and it gave me couple new scars to add to collection, but I made it. There were more, as I made my way deeper into their camp, all of similar toughness, but eventually I made it into their inner sanctum, circle of standing stones surrounded by tents of leader and her most trusted companions. And that is when I saw her.
"She was leader of these bandits, she said from her spot on top of highest stone. She had not seen anypony make it as far as I had. She wanted to test my mettle. So she offered deal: if I could beat her in single combat, she would order her mares to stand down, and to leave local farms alone. If she won, she would have new head to add to collection. She made point to flash her weapons at me. Two blades, hidden underneath her wings, shaped like feathers, sharp and subtle. As alternative was to decline and have to face all of them at once, I accepted.
"She flew down to ground. We started to circle each other, beginning what was to be dance of death. Once we had made full circle, we each struck. For what felt like hours, we attacked each other, blade against blade, metal against metal. She took couple hits. I took couple hits. We would withdraw. We would advance. We would feint. We would strike. Our bones splintered, our muscles ached, our lungs cried for more oxygen, our hearts beat hard like drums deep in our chests. Then, for briefest moment, as our weapons clashed once again, we locked eyes, and that is when we saw it. There was spark, one only those who are equals in combat ever see. Respect. Even looking back now, I can see spark in her eyes, feel spark in mine, as we realized we had met each others' match."
Holy hell, this might be split into two posts. I think I underestimated how long this is.
>>83140
Their pupils widen slowly, steadily, until the black of the eyes consumes the entire eyes of each of the three
"Why would you leave such a beautiful mare as yourself all alone?"
"Why would you leave such a beautiful mare as yourself all alone?"
"Why would you leave such a beautiful mare as yourself all alone?"
They reach in to stroke Iron's mane, back, and tail
>>83141
"What a strange culture Equestria has..."
Their pupils widen slowly, steadily, until the black of the eyes consumes the entire eyes of each of the three
"Why would you leave such a beautiful mare as yourself all alone?"
"Why would you leave such a beautiful mare as yourself all alone?"
"Why would you leave such a beautiful mare as yourself all alone?"
They reach in to stroke Iron's mane, back, and tail
>>83141
"What a strange culture Equestria has..."
>>83142
He tries to bat away the incoming strokes. "I said go away!" He is failing to hold back tears. "I-I will hit you!" He whimpers. "D-don't force me!"
He tries to bat away the incoming strokes. "I said go away!" He is failing to hold back tears. "I-I will hit you!" He whimpers. "D-don't force me!"
>>83143
"Would an honorable Stallion hit a mare?"
"Would an honorable Stallion hit a mare?"
"Would an honorable Stallion hit a mare?"
They now definitely pet and stroke his mane, his coat, and his tail. Like how he pets Ash, really
"Would an honorable Stallion hit a mare?"
"Would an honorable Stallion hit a mare?"
"Would an honorable Stallion hit a mare?"
They now definitely pet and stroke his mane, his coat, and his tail. Like how he pets Ash, really
>>83144
Iron is now stunned. He attempts to stand up and try to run away from the three black-eyed mares. "Leave me alone!"
Iron is now stunned. He attempts to stand up and try to run away from the three black-eyed mares. "Leave me alone!"
>>83145
He is surrounded on all sides
"hehehe"
"hehehe"
"hehehe"
"You're good enough for some bucking action"
"You're good enough for some bucking action"
"You're good enough for some bucking action"
He is surrounded on all sides
"hehehe"
"hehehe"
"hehehe"
"You're good enough for some bucking action"
"You're good enough for some bucking action"
"You're good enough for some bucking action"
>>83147
Iron is unsure about this. "W-what do you mean?" He sniffs a little, still hurt by his decrease in penis size.
Iron is unsure about this. "W-what do you mean?" He sniffs a little, still hurt by his decrease in penis size.
>>83148
Their muzzles become a little different. Their teeth look longer, almost bladed
"Don't you see? You are fit for children"
"Don't you see? You are fit for children"
"Don't you see? You are fit for children"
Their muzzles become a little different. Their teeth look longer, almost bladed
"Don't you see? You are fit for children"
"Don't you see? You are fit for children"
"Don't you see? You are fit for children"
>>83149
"F-for children?!" Iron is definetly shocked. "What are you saying? What is going on with your teeth?!" He tries to back away from them.
"F-for children?!" Iron is definetly shocked. "What are you saying? What is going on with your teeth?!" He tries to back away from them.
>>83150
They are on each side of him now
"We'll take you to a room upstairs and show you a good night on the bed"
"We'll take you to a room upstairs and show you a good night on the bed"
"We'll take you to a room upstairs and show you a good night on the bed"
The teeth of the black-eyed mares don't really look like blades. They look more like pencils
They are on each side of him now
"We'll take you to a room upstairs and show you a good night on the bed"
"We'll take you to a room upstairs and show you a good night on the bed"
"We'll take you to a room upstairs and show you a good night on the bed"
The teeth of the black-eyed mares don't really look like blades. They look more like pencils
>>83151
Iron is not understanding these things' bipolarity. "B-but if I have a small dick, then how can I please any one of you? I do not understand."
Iron is not understanding these things' bipolarity. "B-but if I have a small dick, then how can I please any one of you? I do not understand."
>>83141
>>83142
"For that briefest moment, neither of us acted. We just stood there, blades clashing, looking with wonder into each others' eyes, until we finally realized that now was time to act. As if universe had aligned, we both attempted to disarm each other at same time, and our weapons were thrown far from where we stood. We both reached for our knives...but I was faster. With my knife pressed to her throat, I commanded her for one last time to yield. She was beaten, there was nothing more she could do, or else risk being killed. With sigh, she yielded. As I released my blade from her neck, her companions moved to try to stop me from taking their leader, but she told them no. Reminded them what would happen to them if they made her go against her word. They backed off, but they were not happy. And they were not content to leave it at that, as I would latter figure out.
"Over next few days, I took her captive on journey back to Ponyville. If journey was hard before, though, it had become much harder. We came across much hazardous wildlife, both plants and animals. We almost died many times, and I was forced to allow her to aid in many fights by giving her back her weapons. She had many chances to kill me, and run off, but...she never did. Over course of our journey, we came to know each other better. We told stories, laughed at jokes. Grew closer to each other. Found feelings for each other. And we learned of each other's pasts, or at least what we were willing or able to share.
"She told me she had been raised by former leader of bandits since she was little filly, captured during raid on caravan near Cloudsdale. Their leader took her in after attack. She saw something in Storm. Perhaps she reminded her of herself when she was younger, perhaps she saw beginnings of skilled warrior in that young filly. Whatever it was, it made them raise her as their own. As she grew up under care of bandits, she had taught her how to fight as she did, how to hunt. How to figure out which targets were lucrative enough to risk attacking, and which were best to avoid. She taught her how to read, how to make potions. she took part in raids on caravans as she grow older. When she was 15, she had her first drink with her. She was closest thing to mother she ever had, and instilled in her sense of longing to be free mare, to choose how to live her life, rest of world be damned, even as rest of world became not so friendly place for such ideas. And she loved her for it, for all of it, not remembering much of her life before she was taken in. When her mentor died, she at 16 was chosen to lead group. And lead she did. They became rich, powerful, feared. But as years went by, she became bored of it all. Her opponents no longer posed challenge to her. She became tired with gold and gems. She wanted challenge, or, failing that, death. Anything to make her feel like she once did. Like she could be or do anything. So, she took greater risks, looking for new challenges from bounty hunters. As more and more feel, she grew to despair that none would be worthy to fight her. And then I came along.
"Few days after she told me this, we arrived at outskirts of Ponyville. It was here, she turned to me, and confessed: if she was going to give up her freedom, she would give it up to somepony she respected, somepony she understood. She did not want to live rest of her life in chains, or be hanged in dishonorable death. She gave me choice. Choice over her precious freedom: turn her in to authorities, or have her become mine, from then into forever. Perhaps it was stupid of me. Perhaps I was naïve, back then. But I could not deny that I had developed feelings for her, and that I had come to care for her. I accepted. And, thankfully, she did not try to betray me, or stab me in back and run off to her freedom, but instead, we embraced. She was happy, even if she no longer had her freedom. She gave me her mentor's hat to give to farmers as proof that I had dealt with problem, and after I had been payed, we went off to begin new life together."
[Read more] >>83142
"For that briefest moment, neither of us acted. We just stood there, blades clashing, looking with wonder into each others' eyes, until we finally realized that now was time to act. As if universe had aligned, we both attempted to disarm each other at same time, and our weapons were thrown far from where we stood. We both reached for our knives...but I was faster. With my knife pressed to her throat, I commanded her for one last time to yield. She was beaten, there was nothing more she could do, or else risk being killed. With sigh, she yielded. As I released my blade from her neck, her companions moved to try to stop me from taking their leader, but she told them no. Reminded them what would happen to them if they made her go against her word. They backed off, but they were not happy. And they were not content to leave it at that, as I would latter figure out.
"Over next few days, I took her captive on journey back to Ponyville. If journey was hard before, though, it had become much harder. We came across much hazardous wildlife, both plants and animals. We almost died many times, and I was forced to allow her to aid in many fights by giving her back her weapons. She had many chances to kill me, and run off, but...she never did. Over course of our journey, we came to know each other better. We told stories, laughed at jokes. Grew closer to each other. Found feelings for each other. And we learned of each other's pasts, or at least what we were willing or able to share.
"She told me she had been raised by former leader of bandits since she was little filly, captured during raid on caravan near Cloudsdale. Their leader took her in after attack. She saw something in Storm. Perhaps she reminded her of herself when she was younger, perhaps she saw beginnings of skilled warrior in that young filly. Whatever it was, it made them raise her as their own. As she grew up under care of bandits, she had taught her how to fight as she did, how to hunt. How to figure out which targets were lucrative enough to risk attacking, and which were best to avoid. She taught her how to read, how to make potions. she took part in raids on caravans as she grow older. When she was 15, she had her first drink with her. She was closest thing to mother she ever had, and instilled in her sense of longing to be free mare, to choose how to live her life, rest of world be damned, even as rest of world became not so friendly place for such ideas. And she loved her for it, for all of it, not remembering much of her life before she was taken in. When her mentor died, she at 16 was chosen to lead group. And lead she did. They became rich, powerful, feared. But as years went by, she became bored of it all. Her opponents no longer posed challenge to her. She became tired with gold and gems. She wanted challenge, or, failing that, death. Anything to make her feel like she once did. Like she could be or do anything. So, she took greater risks, looking for new challenges from bounty hunters. As more and more feel, she grew to despair that none would be worthy to fight her. And then I came along.
"Few days after she told me this, we arrived at outskirts of Ponyville. It was here, she turned to me, and confessed: if she was going to give up her freedom, she would give it up to somepony she respected, somepony she understood. She did not want to live rest of her life in chains, or be hanged in dishonorable death. She gave me choice. Choice over her precious freedom: turn her in to authorities, or have her become mine, from then into forever. Perhaps it was stupid of me. Perhaps I was naïve, back then. But I could not deny that I had developed feelings for her, and that I had come to care for her. I accepted. And, thankfully, she did not try to betray me, or stab me in back and run off to her freedom, but instead, we embraced. She was happy, even if she no longer had her freedom. She gave me her mentor's hat to give to farmers as proof that I had dealt with problem, and after I had been payed, we went off to begin new life together."
>>83153
Holy shit. I think we have been officially outclassed in the story department. Most impressive.
Holy shit. I think we have been officially outclassed in the story department. Most impressive.
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