New story cover art · 4:37am Aug 5th, 2022
This bad boy took hours to whip together, and changes are still being made.
This is also a good time to announce that my new story will be coming soon. The original plan was for it to be three chapters plus an epilogue. Each chapter would have followed a different character. What changed? Well, writer's block got in the way, and now I'm just publishing the first chapter as a one-shot. Will I continue the other chapters? We'll see. The whole thought process behind this is that if I publish it as a completed story, I won't feel as pressured to work on the next chapters. From there I can decide whether to update the story when I feel comfortable or publish a sequel.
Despite this setback, I'm looking forward to publishing it. This was one of the most difficult things I've ever written, and I couldn't be prouder. I have to give special thanks to the editors who looked over the story: Missy the Angel, Jack of a Few Trades, Semillon, and Brandy. Each contributed their own, and the fic wouldn't be in the quality that it's in without them.
So when will this new story be published? I'm waiting on one more prereader, and once he gives me the green light it will be going up immediately.
Hope you enjoy it! :)
“I love this song!” Silverstream screamed.
Gallus hated this song. Obnoxious music blared through speakers that were probably way too expensive. His stomach grumbled sickly from the vibrations. The colorful lights that swooped around the room made him want to gouge his eyes out. His head hurt. There were too many ponies. His throat was parched. He needed to—
Gallus let out a long exhale of air. When he opened his eyes again, he was still there. Obnoxious music still played, obnoxious lights still danced around the room, and obnoxious ponies still clustered the gymnasium. Standing behind the catering table felt like his only haven.
It felt like a barricade. A faux-barricade that stood between him and social interaction. He sat there quietly, sipping on punch too tart and waiting for it to all be over. Eventually, he heard Silverstream yell something, and his head jerked up.
Silverstream busted a move on the dance floor. One, singular move. He wanted to walk up and explain that twirling her head around again, again, and again didn’t exactly qualify as “epic,” but he would have to endure the crowd to do that.
So, he just watched. After a minute of nonsensical head-twirling, she skipped over to the table and snagged a fruit kabob to munch on.
Gallus got closer and leaned toward her over the food. “You look like you’re having fun.”
Silverstream opened her eyes. “What?” she yelled.
“I said you look like you’re having fun!” He raised the cup to his beak and took a sip.
“Fun!?” She pumped her arms into the air. “I’m having a blast! We never have parties like this in Seaquestria!”
Gallus broke the cup away and licked away the dapple from his upper beak. “You don’t have parties?’
“I said we don’t have parties like this!” She gestured out toward the crowd. “We have parties!”
“Huh, can’t have much fun in an ocean, I guess.”
“Oh, there’s plenty to do! Just a bunch of electric stuff underwater is a big no-no, and we don’t have lights this frilly, or awesome sounding noise boxes.” She looked down at her claws and clutched them shut, then reopened them. “Or talons.”
She swiped two more fruit kabobs and stuck them in her mouth. “Or food this good!” she mumbled with her beak full.
The feathers around Gallus’s neck stuck out as something sharp pierced his back. He twisted around in time to catch Smolder retracting her claw, giggling.
He scowled. “What the fuck was that for?”
“What?” Smolder leaned into him.
Gallus sighed, hoping that the frustration on his face would be enough to set her off. It did nothing to the dragoness. She was impenetrable. “I said, what the fuck was that for?”
“You took too long to notice I was there, so I let you know. Also…” she pointed to the cup he was holding. “That your first cup?”
“I would appreciate it if you don’t stab me in the back, thanks.”
“Ah, fuck off crybaby. Is that your first cup or nah?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. I spiked the punch.”
Gallus’s eyes widened, and he stared down at his drink. Then he took another sip.
Smolder laughed, spilling some of her own drink onto herself. When she brought her head back up, he saw that her cheeks were a little flustered. “How much did you have?” he asked.
Smolder clapped his shoulder. “Enough to think yer sexy!”
Gallus placed his talon over her claw and pushed it away. It dangled loosely to her side like a broken pendulum. “Yeah, I think you’ve had enough.”
“Pffft, I’m barely on my third! I’m fine.”
“Maybe, but school staff is everywhere tonight. They’re going to find out—”
“They ain’t gonna find nothin’!” Smolder got into his face, nostrils flared. Gallus pulled his head back, unsure of how to react to the sudden display of aggression.
And then she licked his beak.
“Gross!” he yelled, wiping away her spit. Some of his drink spilled onto the floor. “Does dragon spit always smell that bad? Go brush your teeth.”
Smolder giggled. “You left yourself wide open.”
“Hey Smolder,” Silverstream pulled both of the toothpicks out of her mouth and pointed them in her direction. “You’re acting a little funny!”
“Really?” Smolder kept giggling. “I like to think I’m funnier than that.”
Gallus rolled his eyes. “She spiked the punch.”
Silverstream tilted her head and looked past Gallus and toward the punch bowl at the center of the catering table. “Spike’s not in the punch.”
“Hilarious,” he deadpanned. “No, she’s—”
“Living the high life, baby!” Smolder interrupted. She held her drink over the hors d’oeuvres, out toward Silverstream. “You should try it.”
Silverstream reached out in preparation to take the offer, but Gallus placed a claw over the cup. “Let’s not ruin her innocence yet.”
Smolder scoffed. “Oh, come on! I know you still wanna bang her. This might give the two of you the pep to get down to flavortown.”
Gallus groaned while Silverstream grew silent. They glanced at each other, then back at Smolder.
“Okay,” he blurted. “Why don’t we go for a walk, hm? Away from the teachers?”
Smolder smirked, her eyebrows doing a little wiggle.
“Not like that.”
“Babe, you never talk dirty to me anymore!”
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