End of Year Update/Preview · 12:41am Jan 1st, 2019
Hey there everyone and Happy New Year. First off, I'd like to apologize for how long it's been taking for a new Stomach Stallion chapter to come out. All I can say in my defense is that with the holidays and having to write both this and A Pony Displaced: Homeward, things have been pretty hectic.
That being said, not only is the next chapter being worked on, but as a way to make it up to you, note only will chapter 7 be posted some time in January, but chapter 8 will be posted the day afterwards.
I thank you all for your patience and as a way of saying thanks for sticking around, I'm gonna give you a sneak preview of the next chapter. I hope you enjoy it.
Verdant gave a yawn as he slowly started to awaken. Glancing around in the dark, he found himself on what looked like a cerulean log while massive dark blue strands were all around him.
His memory started to return as wakefulness returned to him. He had been using the base of Swiftsword’s horn for the past three days since he and the rest fellow soldiers were afflicted by poison joke.
While Verdant had been reduced to the size of a pea, Swift’s horn had grown to an absurd fifteen feet in length. Hat Trick had lost all the feathers on his wings while Winter Gem had gained several hundred pounds of muscle and had grown taller than their captain and Iron Forge and become a ball of cobalt colored fluff.
Lastly, the squad’s captain, Magic Barrier, had been turned into a mare by the plants and was trying to deal with the troubles caused by estrus.
Verdant yawned once more before grabbing onto one of Swift’s hairs and sliding down it, skidding to a halt on the soft ground. The miniscule earth pony was feeling nature’s early call and dashed over to a nearby bush to answer it.
Once his business had been tended to and the plants watered and fertilized, Verdant started the trudge back to where his fellows were still sleeping when he heard something rustling in the bushes.
The young stallion paused as he looked towards the bush, praying that whatever creature it was was something like a small bird or a rabbit, something that would be a threat to only him and not his sleeping comrades.
The green pony’s face turned white as snow when from the bush crept a griffin, an absolutely massive griffin with a black coat that might have been taller than even Princess Luna, a mare that even before his encounter with poison joke was nearly twice Verdant’s height.
