...would things have been more interesting?

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Pharynx is best changeling. CHANGE MY MIND.

Hero’s portrayal of Pharynx:

Bezier’s portrayal of Pharynx:

Melody’s portrayal of Pharynx:

“...once they’re gone, it’s a beautiful day.”

This.

First, look at his old form.

You see that large, jagged streak on Pharynx’s carapace? (Aka his shell?) It’s that really dark purple streak located on the lower half of the shell.

Now look at his reformed form.

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Hoof tickles or tummy rubs?

Pharynx winced a little as he tried to treat the cut on his chest. It was still bleeding a little.

He just didn’t understand; all he did was try to speak his mind out about Heath’s actions. And what did he get? A cut to the chest.

He grumbled loudly, laying down on his front.

He didn’t feel like coming out of this room.

Maybe it was for the best.

Link to original

Pharynx’s eyes were glued to the window, specifically at the drops of water trickling down the glass as the storm continued and the thunder continued rumbling audibly. He didn’t even flinch whenever lightning flashed in the sky.

A few of his friends—Passion Fruit, Peltate, and Oculus—whispered behind his back about “how bad they feel for him” or “how bad they feel about yelling at him”, but he paid little to no mind to them.

He was still thinking about Tempest.

“...with a ‘d’ in front of it.”

"Hey, dad...?"

"Yes son?"

"You, uh...aren't seriously considering marrying Steel, are you? I mean, aren't you older than him?"

"I'm not that much older than him Pharynx."

"...Dad. He's twenty three. Thorax and I are twenty one, and we turn twenty-two in May. He's practically our age!"

"What does age have to do with this Pharynx?"

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“Sheesh, Bezzy... what was that all about?”

“You heard what happened back there. Ocellus blamed Oculus for something he had nothing to do with. I’m just so... pissed at her for it!”

“Look, I was as mad as you are when I found out, but it was just a mistake.”

“It was cherry chapstick, Pharynx!”

“...”

*sigh*

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Takes place directly after this.

*Bezier stares in shock at the black screen of the phone, then looks up at Pharynx.*“How... how could you?!”

“Me? I was doing you a favor!”

“What favor?!”

“Well, what else was I supposed to do about that idiot—”

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“Bro... I can’t believe there are people in the world who ship us.”

“Come on, Pharynx, it’s not that bad. It happens with almost every pair of siblings, really.”

“Well, I don’t like it.”

“It doesn’t matter how others interpret it, really. It’s not like we’re actually dating—”

“VENOM IS CURRENTLY PLAYING ‘SWEET HOME ALABAMA’ ON THE LOUDSPEAKERS, THORAX!”

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“Hmph. These ponies have gotten it all wrong.”

“About what?”

“When someone is going through painful experiences, it can’t always be solved by hugs and cookies and friendship. It’s not how it works. Ever. It’s not going to immediately turn alright. Why? Because it’s much more serious than that.”

“...You’re still thinking about Thorax’s experience, aren’t you?”

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“Ha! Got’em!” Pharynx grinned as he won yet again.

“You’ve played this one before? Since when?”

“Well... a while ago, really. It’s just that Thorax apparently hasn’t touched a controller in his life.”

“Typical.”

...

“Yes! Three in a row!”

“Aw, dang it!”

*Gets stuck* Thorax would definitely take advantage of this... Kydra’s a girl! She can’t fuck me in anyway! “Kydra! I’m stuck! Help!”

*Happy futa noises*