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Jan
10th
2015

SINless Desire Commentary · 12:17am Jan 10th, 2015

This entry contains spoilers for SINless Desire, and contains sexually suggestive material. Be warned...

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It all started with a single conversation.

Synergy: i’m gonna sod off now. Tired, gonna eat, and then get railed until i can’t walk straight.

Ozymandias: TMI, Synergy. TMI.

Synergy: you know, I’ve thought about meeting 1 of them equines in a dark corner. THey’re a lot bigger than my limpdicked neighbors.

ZomZom: No. NO.

Grease Monkey: trololololo

Sid the Kid: Channel your anger, Zombie... Yes...

ZomZom: Fuck you Syn. Fuck you, fuck your thundercunt, fuck your life, fuck your neighbors, fuck the horse you rode in on.

Synergy: Oh, Zom supports the idea, huh?

ZomZom: Wait...

Ozymandias: HAHAHAHAHAH!!!

ZomZom: Damn it...

Captain Chaos: You walked right into that one.

In what was supposed to be a short conversation among a bunch of hackers and nerds, a 23,000 word story bloomed.

When I first learned of the Shadowrun-verse, it was like the coolest thing ever. Cyberpunk future where the corporations rule the cities and where your worth was measured in your wit and the number of bullets in the mag? Where magic entered the world and old bloodlines resurfaced? Where you can casually go shopping for the most absurd and dangerous items, all in the name of your next run? It was amazing stuff to me. And shopping has never ever been more fun.

.                                                        ~Catalyst Game Labs

I get the gun and the nades. I even get the sword. But what the hell is that cloth draping over his crotch?

I like the idea of having characters run around in a terrible situation. The point is to not make it better, but to stop it from getting worse. It may seem a bit counterintuitive to go against the nature of human development and societal pressures, but I think it opens up a great opportunity for writers and storytellers. You have a terrible situation where characters are bonded together and must stick together no matter what. It forges alliances that are harder and stronger than anything. In the happy-go-lucky Equestria where friends can be made over tea, I find it pleasing to no end to see people storm hell for each other because they are brothers to the end.

For those of you who don’t know what Shadowrun is, well, I’ll let them tell you...

There are cracks in the world. They’re slender, dark, and often cold, but they are the only things that keep you hidden. Keep you alive. They are the shadows of the world, and they are where you live.

You are a shadowrunner, thriving in the margins, doing the jobs no one else can. You have no office, no permanent home, no background to check. You are whatever you make yourself. Will you seek justice? Sow seeds of chaos? Sell out to the highest bidder? It’s up to you, but this much is certain—if you do nothing, the streets will eat you alive.

You can survive—even flourish—as long as you do what it takes. Sacrifice part of your soul for bleeding-edge gear. Push the limits of your will learning new and dangerous magic. Wire yourself into the Matrix, making your mind one with screaming streams of data. It’ll cost you something—everything does—but you can make  it worth the price.

Shadowrun is the newest version of one of the most popular and successful role-playing worlds of all time—a fusion of man, magic and machine in a dystopian near-future. With rules for character creation, magic, combat, Matrix hacking, rigging, and more, you have everything you need to face the challenges of the Sixth World. ~Shadowrun Fifth Edition

Yes, it is a role-playing tabletop game. I wanted to make a story about Shadowrun for the longest time, but for the life of me couldn't do so. I had no story worth telling, and no way to add Shadowrun elements into a story I was already writing. And then that day finally came.

I was working on a collab, hammering out the details for what I was going to do later down the line, when it finally hit me. ‘This is perfect,’ I thought. It wasn’t exactly a Shadowrun environment, but I could rework plenty enough to get it close to what I wanted. I was given a few requirements for my task, but I otherwise had full creative reign. A city was born. Corporations were raised. Gear was forged. Still not Shadowrun, but I was close. Close enough to be happy.

Until... You see, in that story, there is a chatroom where several individuals just bullshit with each other and talk about current events and jobs. Think of it as Anonymous a thousand years in the future. Synergy was tired, being a corporate drone and all, and had the perfect time to let a little passive aggressive sexual joke, one ZomZom did not agree on. Who they are is for the commentary when that story comes out, but I couldn’t get my thought off of the idea. Each character in the chatroom, from the tall and the small, had their own personality and motivations. Each one acts and reacts differently, as what they say makes that abundantly clear.

It still tickled my fancy; would Synergy pick up a stallion for a little late night lovin’? Pretty soon Synergy and the scene around her everyday life began to take shape. She was working late one night and met a stallion on her way home, where she then proceeded to hit it off with him. Parting ways, she chatted with her friends online before finishing up. Her joke setting a fire in her loins, she dragged that stallion back up to her room.

After reaffirming I am indeed a terrible person, I began. Synergy’s workspace, the city on which she cursed to all, everything started taking shape. In the glorious city of Magnasanti, this time instead of a story about aliens, it was a story about one. The individual.

It still wasn’t a setting that contained the themes about Shadowrun I loved so much, but I like to think I did a good job. In the very beginning, the dark was cut by the light, symbolizing the deeds and misdeeds that are often highlighted in Shadowrun campaigns. Very quickly however, before Synergy even got onto the train, I discovered one very important thing: the story in my head would never match what I needed to do given the city of Magnasanti provided. Magnasanti is the name of the city in the collab, and that’s where the original Synergy lives. The dark city streets, the near-noir environment around her, the tall corporate buildings symbolizing their ever-watchful eyes; it matched a lot of what Magnasanti was built for, but the devil is in the details. How did ponies get to Magnasanti? When was this story taking place in the grand scheme of the collab? Small things built up, but they were the straws that broke the camel’s back.

With both eagerness and regret I switched over to full Shadowrun mode. No credits, now it’s nuyen. Seattle instead of Magnasanti. Dragons and orcs instead of aliens. Oh, yeah. There be dragons here.

.                                                        ~Catalyst Game Labs

Small things like that slip your mind.

Now that I had free reign over everything now, with a setting I loved, with characters I can use to my heart’s content, what else could I do? Also, considering I was no longer working on a fic that was a tie-in to another story of mine, how exactly are ponies involved? I had to retroactively rewrite a lot, but it didn’t matter too much considering I was still in the scenery porn stage of the fic. Actual story didn’t matter until Synergy got onto the train.

Shadowrun already provided me with the perfect means to do so: the Awakening. Long story short, in 2011 there was a resurgence of magic into the world. Storms and rivers destroyed so much. Land was rearranged. It was destruction like no other, and nature don’t take a shine to all that energy being unleashed again. Not only that, old bloodlines tied to magic resurfaced. People began taking on human subsets like elves, dwarves, orcs, and trolls. Most importantly, creatures that had been slumbering since magic’s recession, the dawn of the Fifth Age, awoke. The most important of these creatures being dragons, such as Lofwyr, Dunkelzahn, and Ghostwalker.

With all of those creatures bleeding through the cracks, why couldn’t ponies be among those ranks? In role-playing settings, ponies are often considered fae creatures after all. I didn’t need to state the exact details anyway, as Synergy’s apathetic nature did not compel her to seek those answers out. What exactly is the story surrounding ponies streaming into the lives of Earthlings? And why so many years later? It’s not explicitly stated, but the date is November 7th, 2056. Veteran chummers might get the date right with contextual clues, but not many else. Still, I left clues in the news broadcasts and what the ponies say. I didn’t need to paint the whole picture. Life rarely gives answers with clarity, and I wanted to do that here. It was never about the hows and whys of their arrival. It’s about Synergy’s perspectives and how the ponies colored them.

The life of a shadowrunner, especially a greenhorn or your fresh drone or chummer fresh off them city streets isn’t often a pleasant one. Not bad for sure, but not great either. I wanted Seattle to live and breathe Shadowrun. Porky and his conversation. The nuyen transfers. Johnsons meeting for clandestine deals. Synergy having a (relatively) stable job, yet having to walk home in the rain. Urban decay and the symbolism of titanic buildings towering over people as if they were ants beneath boots. The racism prevailing with metahumanity and Synergy’s fears about what might happen to her.

I wanted to give this city its own tenor. I listened to cyberpunk music like mad to get a good feel. I even bought Bladerunner to get a good look at what such a city might look like for myself. Man, it was beautiful. I don’t think I quite got the sublime, depressing beauty of Bladerunner and it's perfect scenery porn and imagery, but by god did it help.

That wouldn’t help me as soon as she got onto the train, however. Or metro as she calls it. She is British after all. Now I still fit in small details like the electronic eye buying her tickets and the ads on the subway wall, but on the subway, all bets were off. I reaped shadowrun characters far and wide to fill the spaces, but as I said, now actual dialog needed to fill in the gaps. That’s where the news reports came in, the story of how the ponies came to Seattle and Earth. And of course, that big lump of meat, Gunny.

Gunny is known among Shadowrunners as a street samurai. He is another character I took from that other story mentioned above, as is Valentine (but not Atherton). Although antagonistic towards the squirt, I tried to convey an almost brotherly bond with her. Despite his crude attitude, he genuinely cared for Synergy. Another little something Shadowrunners might pick up on is he knows her online handle. Her real name is Sophia. Most runners have an online handle, just as those reading this blog are doing so using a fimfic handle. Your handle is the name you sign on your misdeeds. It’s the name that plans and commits the crimes. It’s considered an extreme act of trust to tell another runner your handle. The fact that Gunny knows Sophia’s handle is Synergy should be very clear to you what he means to her and vice versa.

I really like them bantering, although I do fear it might have gotten to be a little too much as time went on. Still, I liked the idea in my head of him being the dangerous fighter who can handle himself in a scrape and her the little fairy with a mouth foul enough to make a sailor blush. I even included a little joke about nutrisoy, the disgusting soy supplement that is a staple food among runners. I decided to add my own little twist that Syn actually likes the taste of nutrisoy. A small thing, but again, the devil is in the details.

Street samurai often follow a strict form of conduct or honor. That was too easy, and not what I wanted anyway. Gunny follows a code of honor but just his own code. He has a very strict black-and-white view of what’s right and wrong, and anything that violates it quickly earns his ire. He’s extremely laid back with a core of iron.

Syn complemented him. She is very brash and unorthodox, but has a very sensitive core. She knows she’s not tough or strong, so she adapts and plans to manage her surroundings. Every little action and word with the ponies was measured, each gauging the response she earned. Even what she said to the orc was to avoid a fight because she knows she can’t win when the chips are down. Everything was to portray her as emotionally vulnerable. Her foul language and tomboy demeanor was slowly cracked during such things like why Gunny asked she chose that particular handle, when she sees the picture in her locker, during her talk about her friends to Big Mac, and when Gunny is about to leave the train.

During the end, Gunny finally acts on the queues and wants to protect her. It’s a tough city, and a tough life. Even something as simple as a shoulder to cry on, or a male to spend one night in her bed is enough to ease the tensions and troubles of the world. Gunny’s motivations could be one of any number of reasons. Just good friend and drinking buddies? He’d like to protect one good thing in a crummy city? Payment for a job gone right? Breaching those emotional borders, yet not willing to step over them, both highlighted their friendship and showed just how much his own code meant to him. She was worthy of protection.

Now then came a few more changes from the original draft. Instead of some random stallion, I decided, as I’d already included hints that this took place in MLP’s future, I decided to pick Big Mac. I felt like having two OCs being the romantic interest wouldn’t be enough to hold interest, and neither would readers. Otherwise the story would be tangentially at best related to MLP, and I might as well remove such story elements altogether. It just didn’t feel like they belonged, so out with the old, and in with the Mac.

Now I already portrayed Synergy as a smartass Brit, trying hard to keep a little control of her life. Individually, each aspect did not matter much to her character. If she were Romanian, little would change other than language and a few mannerisms. I didn’t want her to be defined by how she talked or moved or thought, only have those be a result of what she went through and her experiences. Just like Gunny, despite his guns, wasn’t a trigger-happy maniac. He was pretty chill for the entire fic; his trigger to use violence hadn’t been tripped. I had to put her into a situation to throw her off her game.

Tourists.

Summing up her initial reaction, that of apathy, seemed best. Bullets, work, Atherton and Gunny looming over her shoulder, she had a whole lot to worry about, so to compartmentalize and control all the crap around her, it wasn’t something she particularly cared about.

Soarin, Rose, and Applejack weren’t all that important to the story, so there’s not much to say about them. Synergy is sexually aggressive and a lover of teasing, so I had a lot of fun with Soarin and the back and forth teasing with the ponies. Big Mac and Rarity mattered most. Rarity was important only for Synergy’s reactions to her. Whether her suspicions are true or not, only I know. Or maybe not even that. It highlights the suspicion that’s bubbling throughout Shadowrun.

.                                                        ~Photobucket

Watch your back, shoot straight, conserve ammo, and never, ever cut a deal with a dragon, chummer.

Big Mac was to be wooed, of course. I couldn’t had them bond too fast, but that’s what the walk home was for.

I love scenery porn. When I can, I’ll belt that shit out as much as I can. I researched what I could about the setting and the Seattle area. The orc rocking through Renton streets. Bullet holes and snipers. Sergei or whatever the fuck his name is being hired for protection detail. It was the backdrop as they bonded. From the very beginning, even from the first draft, I didn’t want them to fall in love. This was and will always be a one night stand for the both of them. Lust, not love.

That’s why I had a few questions when the two kiss. Although initiated by Synergy, It both was and wasn’t supposed to be romantic. An appreciative kiss. Of course, that little kiss is what gets events in motion. The sexy, ‘I want to have your hot, sweaty love-children’ events.

Big Mac took a little bit to get down right. I wanted him to be the gentlemanly stallion I believe him to be, but that’s been done a thousand million billion times. Even still, that handled itself for me as they walked home. Big Mac kept turning into a bit of a smartass. I liked it.

I dunno why; something about him having a mouth on him in a more relaxed environment just fit so well and came naturally. We’ve seen more than one he can be aggressive when needed. Smartypants? Love poison?

What went on in his mind, as well as everyone else, was used to provide and support feelings of uncertainty or feel. Even people Synergy knows, like Sergei and Gunny, surprise her at times. It’s that uncertainty that fit so well with Shadowrun.

Once the kiss came, the rest was set I knew what to do, and just needed to get the drinking over with. Everything helps with a little liquid courage. Just like one personality trait shouldn’t define a character, I didn’t want the oncoming drunken sex to be completely drunk sex. It just needed to color it. Just like shades of gray define Shadowrunner actions, different shades to the romance apply.

I’m getting a little ahead of myself.

The back and forth banter, along with their own respective skills. She builds things, and he’s a simple farmer. Neither could truly live in the other’s world. It’s not like Synergy would want to anyway. Despite how overbearing and even oppressive it might be, it’s her home. She owes these people, Gunny, Valentine, and Atherton alike, debts that can never be repaid. They owe each other their lives and that formed a bond as deep as any friendship.

That’s kind of what I was going for. Synergy and big boy have different ideas about friendship, and it shows. What they do and will do, especially concerning when the shit is about to hit the fan.

“At times I am afraid, but I remember them. Their names, their faces. They helped me not because it was nice, but because it was right.”

But Synergy's secret was the part I liked. The fact she had a synthetic arm was hinted at several times, from her having phantom feelings in the limb, to Gunny hinting he knew, to the cybernetic arm Synergy had in her own home. You see, the more cybertech you put in your body in Shadowrun, you lose what's called Essence. That's your "humanity" and people can subconsciously detect changes when your Essence is low. It's like noticing the difference between a person and a Terminator to varying degrees. Something is just... off. You also lose certain benefits, like access to certain magics and abilities, if you gear up. For Synergy, her arm is what makes her feel vulnerable, as she's still obviously sore why she had it to begin with. A story. In the mean streets of Seattle, everyone has a story to tell.

The actual sex was a little tricky. Big Mac used her wiles against her to turn the tables and became the aggressor. He can’t be human, or use humanoid movements. That’s why he primarily used his nose to nuzzle and sniff. having him be in a human position or do human tantric techniques or anything typical of human sex. Again, I needed to... “study”.

.                                                        ~Bladerunner

You bet your ass I did.

All in the name of science and getting a horsedick in a woman’s vag, I had to do quite a bit of research. If I wasn’t on a watch list after Apprivoiser, I sure as well am now. For instance, I found out that the medial ring on a pony penis is a bit of a misnomer, as it’s closer to a third the way up the base instead. All the snorts, grunts, and winnys? There’s a pattern to that to. I even gave Big Mac the typical hoof stomp when it comes to excitement.

And then Big Mac’s Little Mac. Yeah. I had to do something, as there is no way any normal woman could slip him inside with ease. Especially a woman of her size. It provided a little awkward but cute scene for them. Sex rarely goes off so cinematically, so it was a fun and worthy little piece. Awkward sex. Interspecies sex at that.

So that’s my Shadowrun story. I hope you enjoyed.

For those wanting an actual Shadowrun breakin mission... well, pay attention to what Gunny said.

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All in the name of science and getting a horsedick in a woman’s vag

A most noble cause.

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