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TheVClaw


I'm a shameless neckbeard who has a knack for writing a LOT of smut. I have an Official Patreon page (Patreon.com/TheVClaw), and I also take commissions to help support myself as a freelance writer.

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This story is a sequel to Brushed Away 3: Hearts Entwined


[Note: This story is my official entry for the 2023 M/M Shipping Contest, as well as an entry in my Brushed Away series before Canvas' Cutie Mark Mission.]

It was a perfectly normal day in Ponyville for Troius Clawston, who was enjoying the honeymoon phase of his newlywed status with no complaints. After he married the stallion of his life, as well as acquired the prime job of his dreams out in Manehattan, he couldn't have been happier as a gryphon in Equestria.

However, while flying home from some errands in Ponyville, he's informed of an emergency sighting of a rogue Changeling Drone in the area. He's given a Royal escort home for his personal safety, and promised to be reunited with his husband as soon as possible. But as soon as he's left alone, he realizes that he's not actually alone...

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There isn't a comment yet so I'll leave one. This is an incredibly beautiful testament to Troy knowing who Canvas is, and displays the emotions and turmoil quite vividly. Hope you do well in this contest like the last one 👍

Comment posted by Perpetually Confused deleted Dec 4th, 2023

“Aaaaahhhhhhh… Man, this never gets old…”

Indeed it doesn't yon stallion stuffer. Let us away now, however briefly (and as a side note write more about them Vclaw) into the realm of Troius and his paramour.

It may have been years since he first moved to this nation, but the sights never seemed to diminish in quality.

thats because of a semi filter spread over the land. It doesn't so much replace sensations as enhances them. Colors are brighter, certain food is better (more specifically foods ponies enjoy. Spicy foods and meat are about the same, so, sad gryphons.) It should also be of note it a non psychoactive property, so if Troy and Canvas ever left Equestria, they could still eat and drink easily. It would still be good, just not Equestria good, with the noted exception of cream cheese frosting for some reason.

A sudden, authoritative voice instantly broke through the silence, catching the gryphon off-guard and making him squawk in a panic.

You mentioned it before, but I wonder why Troy being gay was such a shock. Its subtle, but he definitely doesn't act in the aggressive manner his species does, and possesses more then a few feminine qualities. Or was he just labelled as sensitive and would come around as a kit? Not saying letting out a squawk is indicative of that neccessarily, but that along with his demurement before authority seems to indicate it, as opposed to his dad or brothers who would be respectful and somewhat petulant respectively (with the exception of the big flower picker. He seems pretty chill, although he does see to like to randomly pet things, so that might not be appreciated.)

“Please remain where you are…” The guard flying in the lead was holding a large megaphone in his hoof, while all the others were carrying either spears or crossbows.

And take that moment of remaining to ponder the schizo tech levels of Equestria. Not to worry of course, because quite soon you're entire charming aesthetic and practical tendencies will be replaced by pop music and smart phones.

MODERNITY COMING TO DIDDLE YOUR SENSES STUPID CLAWSTON!

With really shitty villain theme songs:pinkiesick:

RESIST AND BITE MAN!

“I know this one. That’s Troius Clawston…” Twilight tried to whisper that discreetly, but the gryphon overheard it from the closing distance between them.

Are you not telling everyone his gender and orientation Twilight Sparkle? Shame mare, mare! We all know Troy identifies as a meat popsicle:pinkiecrazy:

“Uhhh…” Troy was left drawing a blank for a second, but he didn’t want to falter too long while several Guards had weapons drawn. He quickly reassessed himself and stated, “I-It was in Las Pegasus. At the White Pearl resort.”

Which was spent engaged in perfectly moderate amount of knob jocking and cuddles before seeing the sights which involved the bare minimum of gambling and mostly window shopping. Troy and Canvas strike me as more the visiting the local miniature museum types then blackjack and hookers like, say, a certain purple crank socket.

The premise of what happens there not leaves that city is wasted on them and I love em for that:rainbowkiss:

“... Ummm…” Troy blinked and glanced back at Twilight, who just shrugged with an apologetic wince and tried to mouth out, ‘Just go with it.’ The other Guards were all staring at the gryphon with their eyes narrowing more intensely. Troy tried not to stare at any of their weapons while keeping his sights on the pony before him. “I was… I was just flying back from Ponyville.”

Meanwhile, in a certain tree cottage, a frowning pegasus pressed an ice pack firmly to the bruised eye of a mewling gryphon rockstar as he curled up on her couch.

"And then after I was so polite..."

"You said you were going to fuck the biggest ones sister and made a rude hand gesture..."

"Well it I just met the politeness they deserved! Who knew a bunch of cute and cuddly ponies could hit so hard! I don't like stallions whipping out their big sticks, it triggers my ptsd!"

"Wait... pts..."

"They trussed me up and turned me into a feathering pinata, where's the kindness mare?"

"Kindness is reserved for little colts who don't antagonize deputized earth stallion militias."

“Ugh… Darnit, why doesn’t he use those hooks I got him for his birthday to hang these out of the way…”

Probably the timing and some sort of artsy fartsy nonsense about personal space. Seriously, who gets hooks for a gift, the hell Troy...:unsuresweetie:

Since the wall only went up halfway, Troy could see a lot of light coming from the other side in the living space. He tilted his head in confusion, since he could’ve sworn that he and Canvas turned off those lights before leaving. But after blinking a couple times, Troy shook his head with a scoff. “Oh, come on,” he muttered to himself, “Don’t get all paranoid…”

Get paranoid. Get all the paranoid. Get Stalin to crawl out the grave and through time and space to tell you to calm your bird tits. Dakka is needed. How much dakka? All the Halford

“Yeah! I wasn’t even finished shopping in town, if you can believe that…” Canvas rolled his eyes with an upset-looking scoff, and returned into the kitchen before the bacon could burn. “Ugh! I swear, as soon as you flew away, a bunch of Guards came in to scan us and check for that Changeling threat. I was lucky enough to get an immediate escort home, but I had to give up my bag to do it.”

Bullshit. The Guard has a incursion into the township, no time to take every Tom, Dick, and Harry to the old homestead. Try again.

He wasn’t sure if it was his choice of music, or his expression that was causing the pony to narrow his eyes on him suspiciously. Either way, he glanced over at the record player with a surprised pout and his brows raised. “... Huh. I don’t think you listened to that in a while…”

Canvas doesn't pout, he dispenses swift justice. He'd be annoyed, not doing this assuming how a gay person acts buggy boo is pulling, especially given how his satchel was taken. Strike two afterbirth.

His Equestria and Gryphon Kingdom IDs were prominently displayed in the clear plastic window-slots, allowing anyone to read that info just by unfolding the wallet.

Why would he have two IDs on him? Also prominently implies there are other things there. What else is there Vclaw, you teeeeeaaaaaasssssssseeeee!!!!:flutterrage:

‘Is that really Canvas?’

Nope. Whoops, spoilers. But if Im doing that at this point with a picture of a bug horse, you only have yourself to blame.

Troy shivered a little with a heavier blush, but kept his smile sincere when new music began to play.

:rainbowhuh:

Canvas didn’t wait for the rest of that apology, and took advantage of the gryphon’s open beak while his eyes were closed. Troy went wide-eyed with his pupils shrunken in an instant. While he stood petrified in place, the pony wrapped one of his forelegs tightly around the back of Troy’s neck. He held him firmly for nearly ten seconds straight, full-on making out with him with surprisingly intense passion. As if the sudden ferocity wasn’t jarring enough, Troy was unprepared for how long and intrusively the pony’s tongue plunged inside of his beak without warning. He tried to pull away, but all he could do was let out a muffled grunt around those enlocked lips. “MmmmMMMmmphhh…”

Yeah, no. Canvas wouldn't love bomb like this in this situation. If anything he'd call Twilight or the Guard in just to be sure.

Troy kept his eyes dead-set on him, even as he leaned his head back and began to pour into his open beak. The stallion, still smiling innocently, brought the bottle to his lips and took a hearty swig.

Strike three rutt monger! Batter up!

The pony turned his head with a more disgruntled grimace, looking straight at the kitchen door separating them from Tenor. The dog was barking louder with each struggled breath, most likely coming out of unconsciousness. Troy’s throat tightened up, as did the grip on his beer-bottle. His eyes widened when he felt his body, once again, taking full control away from his panicked and overwhelmed mind…

And we're here at Faygala Stadium where one Troius Clawston has stepped onto the plate, a new face in the realms of bar room brawling but an up and comer despite his svelte figure and purring! And hes taking the stance, and heres the wind up...

“Ugh! I swear, that dog shouldn’t be up so--”

And the pitch....

Troy nearly had a heart-attack when he saw how he physically reacted. He felt like a terrified spectator watching someone else overtaking his body, doing what he never could’ve done to the love of his life. Tears instantly welled at the corners of his eyes when he threw his right claw out at full-force, making sure to collide his bottle directly against that pony’s cheekbone. He knew deep-down that it wasn’t really Canvas, but it didn’t make the sight of it happening in slow-motion hurt any less.

Ohhh, and that went left field, barely making it to the wall! He needs to up on his follow through and get a few more days rangling the triplets before he steps out of the dugout, Lord knows their heads can take the punishment!

“HEEEEELLLLLLPPPPPP!!!” The gryphon leaned out as hard as he could to hit his head against the kitchen door and push it open. As soon as it swung out on its two-way hinges, Troy screamed out at the top of his lungs, “HE’S HERE, HE’S IN HE--”

And this is probably the greatest distinction between him and his male family. Anyone else the bug would probably be dead or near so. Not saying it as a disparagement, but... yeah, I imagine Troys not gonna be to proud of himself afterwards for this,:fluttershysad:

Blood was trickling down the stallion’s snarling face, while he glared down at Troy and kept his horn brightly lit.

Wait, when did...

“Yoooooouuuuuuuu…” Despite keeping Canvas’ appearance, he wasn’t hiding the chitinous black horn protruding from his forehead anymore.

Ahh. Well, Troy can still take pride in his ability to make stallions horny regardless of circumstance.

The gryphon gasped and tried to thrash out of his grip, but he felt his throat suddenly clasp around his intruder’s aura. He instantly lost the ability to breathe. His eyes bulged open, while his claws reached down to grasp those forelegs. His talons sunk in without thinking, and were met with immense resistance just before cracking open like a lobster’s shell. He suddenly felt an immense, gushing warmth that made his claws and forelegs hot and wet at the same time. In response, the fake pony reeled his head back with his horn sputtering in luminosity. “GNNNNAAAAAHHHHHH!!!”

Yeah, not to disparage, again, but Troy should really take up some self defense courses. His reactions to this should be instinctual at this point, I think he may have been about ponies to long.

“LET ME GO OR I KILL THE DOG!!!” The changeling’s raspy, distorted voice jeered out in a menacing growl, but it didn’t deter the Guards’ stares in the slightest. They kept their weapons drawn, which just pissed him off even more. He reeled back with Tenor in his grasp, making the dog yelp out again, and trashed hard enough for the blade to risk causing serious harm. Troy and Canvas were left utterly helpless to stop anything, with the gryphon still magically pinned and his husband behind the Royal Guards. The bug clutched his knife even tighter, eliciting another squeal from Tenor before he growled out, “I’LL KILL IT RIGHT NOW!!! LET ME LEAVE OR--”

And this is where his disposition worked in his favor, because the triplets or his dad would have probably done something stupid at this point, if things had reached this point.

Twilight didn’t roll her eyes to that assumption, but she still sighed with a light shake of her head. She smiled down at Troy and Canvas warmly and said, “No…

“It was because he knew who he loved.”

Bullshit, they lucked out lady! Im sorry mate, but come on! If one of her Guards didn't immediately read her the riot act for that espousal, they're not looking out for her best interests.

Anyway, good story, do more. Site gadfly and story pesterer away!

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Yeah... but would that have been the case if he hadn't encountered Twilight and been on the alert:duck:

I kind of wanna do a side story on this. Interested in hearing what I've got?

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To be fair, I had a couple ideas too...

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Well. first, hearing more Trovas has me like

That said though, were you planning in particular, more clop, or would you rather talk about this on pm?

“Please remain where you are…” The guard flying in the lead was holding a large megaphone in his hoof, while all the others were carrying either spears or crossbows. The gryphon almost freaked out for a second, but tried to keep calm when he realized who was flying behind the militia. Princess Twilight Sparkle could be seen flying in the middle of her group of ponies, resembling an armed escort of sorts. Luckily for the gryphon, the Alicorn made sure to fly in close behind the Guard taking the lead.

dang, Princess Twilight Sparkle? that is quite the delegation!

“There have been reports of a Changeling seen in the area, and we have reason to believe it’s hostile.”

that would certainly explain everything happening here so far!

He turned around, and blinked a couple times to try and adjust to the darkness of his husband’s art studio. Despite it taking up literally half the barn’s interior space, the studio itself was fairly packed with stacks of canvas boards and paint cans scattered all around.

oh right his name is Canvas that makes sense

He was also wearing his specially-made pink apron, which had a cartoon pig on the front and the words ‘Rub This Pork!’ in bold letters underneath.

i mean, could a secret evil Changeling really wear such a thing? that would just be too much!

The kitchen door reopened, with Canvas poking his head out to give a sympathetic pout. “Geeze, how the heck did they let you keep your bag? Mine was confiscated for ‘decontamination.’ Was that a real thing, or did I just get robbed or something?”

well, that would seem to settle the matter, but that is also exactly what a clever Changeling would say, isn’t it? 

Troy froze for a second, his eyes widening in an instant. He realized that he met Twilight Sparkle when he left town. Twilight was on her way towards town, with her personal Guards behind her. Wouldn’t that mean she’d be the first to arrive? If so, how did Canvas meet up with the Guards before him? Or was it a different group at the same time…

sus

‘Okay, so… Is that why he mentioned her officiating? Was it because he saw that picture while rifling through my things? Wait… when did he call me by my name? Was that before or afte--NO!!!’

oof, very sus, but also could be nothing at all

And with more of that delicious bacon scent drifting in from the kitchen, the fact that Tenor wasn’t even twitching was liable for concern. “What the…”

wait, so is the dog the Changeling?

His eyes veered back to the middle shelf, and he reached out to carefully turn the glass vial around so the label could be seen. It was obviously something medical-grade, with a blocky black text against a white background to read ‘Xylazine’ clear as day. He blinked his eyes, having sworn he heard that name before somewhere.

so if Canvas really were a Changeling, he’s already shown to be really good at it, too good to leave suspicious medical bottles that would prove he’s a Changeling openly in the refrigerator i’d think!

Troy also saw a couple distinctly-spaced scratches just along the bottom of the wall; it was only two or three scrapes, but they each had two or three parallel scratches within them.

ooh that’s not looking good

“A-A-Ahhhh…” Troy tried to pull back while his eyes were averted.

oof, not the best reaction if this were actually your husband

Meanwhile, the stallion seemed quite confident in his abilities when he raised one of his brows and asked, “So… You really think another pony could do that?~”

that is certainly a way to prove one is not a Changeling!

He only turned away from Troy for a second after hearing Tenor, but his face appeared… angry somehow…

hmmmmmm

Outside the kitchen, Tenor’s groans paused long enough for him to take a couple breaths. In that moment of silence, Troy’s pupils shrunk at the sight of “Canvas’” throat easily guzzling down that alcohol without any personal qualms. He didn’t even look disgusted by the taste, and gave a satisfied sigh when he pulled the bottle away from his muzzle. “Aaaaahhhhhh~ That’s the spot…”

well that, from context, would certainly be proof

… Troy desperately hoped.

yeah… i would also desperately hope for him

“LET ME GO OR I KILL THE DOG!!!”

well that is certainly what a completely unsympathetic villain says

The three remained in that tight hug for a while, with the stallion and gryphon sobbing in an intense mixture of trauma and relief.

oof yeah, that indeed would have been very traumatic

“It was because he knew who he loved.”

aww! glad that he knew who he loved so well. skill issue for those other couples, tho


i feel like i would have gotten a bit more out of this story had i also read its prequels, since i couldn’t get a sense of how “off” the Changeling’s impersonation of Canvas was knowing only what was presented in the story. still, it is nice to see a Changeling-impersonating-a-loved-one plot with a couple like this. thank you for writing!

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