The After-Sex Smoke #1: A Cell for Two · 12:40am Oct 31st, 2017
Welcome to the After-Sex Smoke! The blogging series about the story of the day. Today, it's my first story, A Cell for Two.
The above is just a header I'll be using to start off every blog, this is the meat of the explanation sandwich.
So, what are these? The After-Sex Smoke is basically a glorified author's note. Why not put it in the author's note section? The main reason is that I thought that it'd be too large to just stick to the bottom of the story like that. I'll probably stick the link to these blogs there, for people who don't follow me. The second reason is to put a bit of originality on it so that people think of it as more than just an AN.
Questions about inspiration and potential sequels should be asked here, although I can't force you. I would like for the story's comment section to be filled with praise and/or constructive criticism so that I can easily reflect on it later. If for any reason, you think I'm an idiot and my potential story was crap, I have no problem with you telling me that, politely or otherwise. What I do have a problem with is comments attacking others. I don't like deleting comments, I find it tacky, so just don't do it.
So, now that that's out of the way, let's get this underway.
A Cell for Two started out as a much funnier and less lore-heavy story. The hand I was dealt was Super Spy Twilight, Changeling, and, Suspiciously Random Romantic Picnic. The idea of the contest is to see who could write their random draws the best. Seeing as though the contest was considered to be for crackfics, I thought that a funnier story was in order.
The original started off with Twilight on a mission to Yakyakistan as a spy, just like the finished version. It branches off, however, when Twilight gets a "call" from Pinkie Pie, all the way from Equestria through her horn. Since it's not a phone, she can't exactly hang it up, so she talks to Pinkie and finds out that she has a surprise for her at the edge of town. Pinkie doesn't know that Twilight is a spy, and Twilight just assumes that Pinkie is just doing Pinkie stuff, so she cuts her mission short and heads home.
A hard cut would occur, to when Twilight finally met Pinkie alone in the dark. She'd try to usher her home, only to be greeted with a picnic she'd laid out for her. Twilight would give up, under the guise that she'd head home safely after eating with her. As the two eat, Pinkie lays charm after charm onto Twilight, trying to get her to fall for her and let her "slide in the DMs" if you catch my drift. Twilight would eventually say yes, and the sexy times would ensue.
As you've probably guessed, Pinkie is the changeling. They reveal themselves after going about halfway and say that their motivation for doing this is to capture the most talented spy alive. Why sex? Because a) changelings need that luv to function and b) I was going to make it so that a changeling's semen had the special property of draining the love energy from someone (This was the part of writing the old story that I stopped for reasons I'll get into later). They'd go all the way, just for the changeling to find out that Twilight wasn't affected by his magic. Finally, the ultimate twist would happen wherein the Twilight he just had sex with was also a changeling, pulling a grandstand prank on the first changeling. The story would end with the real Pinkie and Twilight on a cliff overlooking everything that happened.
That was the original version. I changed it because of a few reasons. One, I felt I didn't capture Super Spy Twilight outside of the first scene. I felt that if her being a spy was one of her main traits, I might as well focus on it. The second was because everyone else was doing something that would make you laugh. I thought I'd counter it by giving you something that captivates you but also includes porn elements. The lore was actually a mistake. Since I'd just finished reading something with a lot of it, a story just kinda unfolded before me and seeped into my writing.
The porn itself could be summarized in one single complaint. There's no word I'm comfortable using that accurately describes a male genitalia. I can't call it a penis because that's too clinical, and when I write dick, I'm instantly downgraded to a seventh grader one snort of chalk away from another Yo Mama joke I heard on YouTube. Or LewdChapter.
I just have this problem with it. Can't I just not say it at all? So I tried that, and it came out meh, in my opinion. Not too bad, but the actual story was more intriguing, which is ironic considering the majority of clopfics I see on the site. if I had to give myself an objective rating, as a clop story, a 6 or 7/10. The story was interesting but the clop kinda brought it down with its awkward pacing and wording. I'll have to practice that.
So, if you read all the way down here, good! I'm glad you thought that this was worth reading. Hopefully, the next one won't be so long, since it won't have the stuff at the top. I'll see you next time on The After-Sex Smoke!
You're fetishes... are dead. From this day forth... place your faith in me.
