Ugh… My aching everything… It feels like I got my ass torn apart by Groudon’s Precipice Blades or something. I groaned as I woke up, grasping my head to try and quell the pain however much I could. I was met with a surprise when I felt up there though. Firstly, my hands seemed to have turned flat and hard, and were missing their fingers. Secondly, my hair was never this long… or spikey. The fuck? Did I turn into some kind of deformed Super Saiyan?
When I opened my eyes to look at what my hand had become, I got a shock in the form of seeing… well…. Let’s just say having around ten eyes is freaky as hell. Okay… Definitely deformed in some way. Gonna be hard getting used to this many eyes.
In other news, the sight of my hand was about par for the course. And by that, I mean I was completely unsurprised to see a black and grey striped hoof. I deadpanned upon seeing it, using just my two largest eyes to see, rather than focusing on any of the others. “Okay, mutant pony. Not the worst thing I could have become.” Once again though, I find my attention drawn to yet another detail. My voice had a small hiss to it, and sounded very much like that of a female.
“...Surprise, surprise, I am a girl.” I muttered with a sigh. Guess I better check the equipment to confirm though. I have heard of Futas, and while I hope it’s not the case, I still need to confirm.
But the sight that greeted me surprised me beyond anything I could have imagined. “WHAT THE FUCK?! I’M A FUCKING SPIDER?!” Birds scrambled in panic at my scream, scaring me out of my shock and reminding me I should have checked my surroundings by now. Looking about cautiously, I found myself, ever so unsurprisingly, in the Everfree Forest.
“...Goddamn cliches. Well, at least this body’s a new thing.” I muttered, disheartened by appearing here. I moved to stand up though, and found my legs easier to use than I anticipated. Likely, I’ve been passed out long enough for the stuff to already have been wired into my brain. I looked more at myself once I’d stood up, giving my… abdomen, I think it’s called, a closer examination. On its end, as expected of a spider, was a spinnerette, with only the faintest sign of a bundled thread peaking out of it. In curiosity, I reached with my back two legs to start messing with the thread, but then I was interrupted by the sound of a twig snapping.
Turning, I saw an orange slime earth pony staring at me, being about the same size as a regular pony. I blinked in surprise, before rolling my eyes. “Oh, the great many wonders this world provides… Sometimes I wonder if someone’s trying too hard to surprise me.”
“Um, sorry about that, I didn’t mean to…” Wait, why is that voice and hairstyle so familiar?
“It’s fine… Though I think I recognise you from somewhere. Nice to meet you, the name’s… Uh…” I glanced around, looking for some kind of inspiration for a name. I’m normally pretty good with names… Aha! “Spinnerette. I’m Spinnerette.”
“Nice to meet you Spinnerette. Wait, why am I getting the vibe that I know you. You remind me of a friend of mine who really liked changelings that I used to play Starbound with. I believe his name was Switchlock.” Then it clicked on who this slime pony was.
“...Well now. I’m not sure if this is awkward, or what, but uh… That’s me.” I said, smiling a bit. I waved a bit, jumping on my assumption. “Hi, FC!”
He froze, then he proceeded to facehoof. “Well, at least I found someone familiar…And you’re probably thinking kinky thoughts about me being a slime pony and what I could do to you.”
“Some, but I’m a bit more worried about my fat ass.” I joked, shaking my abdomen a bit. “I mean, look at this thing! I could knock over a Taco Bell sign with it!”
“I doubt that...You don’t have buns of steel like Derpy.” He joked back. I chuckled a bit, stopping the shaking of my ass.
“Hehehe… So uh… What now?” I asked, cluelessly.
“Maybe go towards Ponyville, but not enter, like stay near the edges of the Everfree. I mean, we both have forms that don’t exactly scream ‘friendly’. Maybe catch up a bit with each other, since so far, I have had one heck of start. Not to mention the fact that scream I heard from you would make Fluttershout proud.” He said.
“Sounds like a plan! ...Wait, you heard me scream? Fuck. That meant my cover was blown long before I saw you.”
“Yeah, but there were some ponies I saw earlier, but it looked like they were going away from you after you screamed. The only thing I saw coming towards you were some timberwolves, but I sped up to get here before them, so they might be attacking at any moment. They might make for a good snack, since I already ate that cragidile that ate me.” He said nonchalantly. I just stared at him, thinking kinky thoughts about what he said rather than what was probably the reality of what he said.
“I’m just gonna pretend that’s not as gruesome as it probably is. In the meantime… it’s time to use my web slingin’ powers.” I said, actually pulling the thread out of my ass and beginning to weave it into a tight web layout. I rushed over to several trees, lining my webs along them and coating them in the special fluid that makes them sticky. Once I finished, I was surprised I’d actually managed to do it… let alone write “fuck off” in webbing before the timberwolves arrived.
When they arrived, they definitely looked like they were looking for a pony to kill. Me and FC kind of have something along the lines they are nature elementals, and they don’t kill to eat, more the fact that ponies kind of mess with nature too much. Like, nature fighting back to protect its right to do as it pleased. They then saw me up in my web, and a look of surprise came across their wooden canine faces. I guess they never dealt with spider ponies before. Noting that, I waved to them.
“Heya, twigmutts. Sorry your hunt was fruitless, but you ain’t finding any ponies here. Least, none that don’t respect nature as it should be.” I greeted.
For some reason, that actually worked. Then they turned their gaze to FC. The look they gave him wasn’t so friendly, but it was still slightly confused. One of them lunged at him, jaws open. I guess his shape was too close to regular ponies for the same trick to work twice. But it’s attack was for nothing, as when it bit down, it looked like FC wasn’t even in pain. In fact, it looked surprised. It pulled back, a bit or orange slime on it’s teeth. It didn’t even leave a mark on him.
“I guess physical attacks don’t work on me.” FC deadpanned. The wolves just looked at him and then left. Something told me they weren’t going to stay to find out if he could hurt them. “Spinnerette, you know how I was feeling earlier about eating them? Now I just feel conflicted. I guess I didn’t want to come off as hating nature by eating them.”
“Well, I’m gonna be pretty conflicted about what I eat too. Cuz… y’know. I’m a fucking spider.” I deadpanned. I paused at a thought, deciding I could maybe try Changeling guts some time.
“That I can understand, since spiders are naturally carnivorous. Maybe you could eat parasprites, since they aren’t sentient. But if it helps, you have a pony mouth although it does have fangs and mandibles on the side, so you could eat plant matter if you want. And considering this is Equestria, there might be some giant, non-sentient bugs you could eat.” He said. After a few moments though, he spoke up again. “Since you came up with a name for your new self, I might as well do the same. How about...Petrol Gel?”
“Sounds about as good as any.” I shrugged, not really caring one way or another. I moved on, and took down all my silk, eating it so I can get back what silk I used. “Huh… this stuff tastes better than I remember…”
“I don’t want to know when you ate spider silk as a human.” FC said. “Actually, I can’t judge, since I ate chocolate grasshopper cookies during one summer camp in middle school. They were actually pretty good.” He then started to move. He didn’t seem to leave a slime trail like I thought a slime pony would leave.
“It was an accident involving running face first into the attic. It happens to everyone that has one.” I replied flippantly.
“Okay, that makes sense.” He said as we walked on. We passed by a swamp and then I saw something that was rather ominous. It looked to be a cragidile, but... there was no fleshy bits, just a scaly, stony husk. To hide my unease about it, I chuckled and cracked a joke. “Hey, cool. If a dragon’s scales aren’t enough, they can wear this thing as armor.” I said with a smile.
“...I may have done that, since that was the cragidile that ate me.” Petrol said, and he sound kind of like a child admitting guilt. I stared at him for a second, blankly, before turning around and skittering the other way faster than you could say NOPE. Note to self: Do NOT piss this guy off.
Petrol continued. “I don’t know why, but when that cragidile ate me, some part of me started to go by instinct. I could feel my chemical composition change. I felt...acidic, like stomach acid. I think I became similar to the liquids that spiders inject into prey to turn their insides into a soup. I just hope I don’t go into instinct mode again, because now I am worried about accidentally killing some pony because they wanted to know if I tasted like jelly.”
I slowed down in sympathy, turning to stop my Nope March. “...I’m not sure what comfort I can give without lying. But try not to worry too much. You can learn.”
“I think I may have already started to learn. Part of me actually wanted to eat the timberwolf that bit me, but I actually held it back. I guess I am on the right track.” He started to walk again before stopping again. “...shit, a thought just crossed my mind. Remember what I said about some pony being curious if I taste like jelly? I remember seeing a picture on DeviantArt of Pinkie Pie eating a slime pony. Considering we might come across Pinkie at some point and how she can be a bit impulsive, I am not looking forward to that encounter.”
“...Well fuck. And knowing how you feel about being eaten… I fear for Pinkie’s life.” I muttered. I think my face turned paler. To take my mind off of that, I looked around at the forest, taking in each shadow and tree, not with fear as ponies would, but with appraisal, as a hunter would. To me, each shadow was a potential refuge from predators or a place to lay an ambush. And each tree a new obstacle to lay about a course in. Though, I’m not too sure how I’d parkour in this body… It makes climbing too easy and doing tricks too hard. The two of us soon arrived at our destination after a silent walk further on, at the edge of the forest.
“Huh, it looks like they are getting ready for Nightmare Night.” Petrol quipped.
“Then I guess that means I’ll be able to walk in and get friendly with the locals. I might sell Rarity my silk.” I said, thoughtfully appraising the idea’s worth.
“...If she doesn’t freak out about you being a giant spider, and if she doesn’t freak out about that, she might freak about you mane.” He joked. “And if she doesn’t freak at all, she might just drag you in to make a new design inspired by you or help make clothes for spider-ponies.”
“I can handle that.” I gloat, certain my quick thinking could help in whatever freakout may occur. “Besides, I think I actually want a good dress. I might ask her to use my silk for it too. You know what they say about spider silk, don’t you? Stronger than kevlar.”
“True, but the thought of you in a dress is just bringing up images of a ponified Muffet.” He said before something caught his attention. “Lyra and Bon Bon at 2 o’clock and closing in!”
“...I’m suddenly thinking of stealing her name…” I muttered silently. I turned to find out where those two were coming from, and found them coming our way, with Bonbon holding a… “...Is that a strapon?”
“...I don’t want to know.” He whispered before hiding. “I don’t want to cause a mass panic, because if they see us, they might scream, which might attract more ponies’ attention.”
“...They’re looking this way… I think this is their bush.” I warned.
“...Then let’s move quickly so they can’t see us.” He whispered back before moving back into the darkness of the forest. I moved slowly so my black chitin could help me hide better. It worked, thankfully, and I managed to hide behind a bush before they could get behind theirs.
“Lyra, I think I saw something move in the forest…” We could hear Bon Bon say.
“Bon Bon, I think you might be seeing things, you have been really stressed lately.” That was Lyra.
I smiled in amusement at their banter, but kept quiet about it. I didn’t want to scare them. Moving ever so slowly, and ever so silently, I kept an eye on them watching for any sudden moves, or for them to look at me.
“Yeah, you’re right, I have been really stressed since that gryphon came to Ponville asking about the Cutie Mark Crusaders. I thought something was going to explode.”
I paused, blinking a bit. Wait… is that a reference to the most recent episode or something? Crap… Now I wish I watched all those episodes I abandoned in favor of writing closer to season one or two. I lamented. I am going to have to ask Petrol later, since he tends to watch the episodes, no matter how cringey they get. I sat still and listened in, curious about what this one was about.
“But that gryphon was so nice, unlike how I heard they tend to be. They tend to be a bit cranky. I remember her going around town with the Crusaders, doing different things. From what I heard, she was trying to get a Cutie Mark. I think in the end, the Crusaders made her an honorary member, since she helped a lot of ponies out, kind of what the Crusaders do.” I could hear Lyra say.
As I put together what had happened from that, and a few spoilery images I’d seen on the web, I couldn’t help but wonder how the strapon fit into this equation. And then Bonbon answered.
“Well… I suppose we didn’t come here to de-stress for nothing. Let’s get to work, Lyra.” Bonbon said as she strapped it on. Lyra grinned eagerly, getting into a submissive pose for her apparent girlfriend.
“That’s right, Bonny. This is what we came for.” she said invitingly as she spread her legs. Out of respect for their privacy, since I was no longer snooping on Episode facts, I backed away, timing each of my steps with one of their thrusts as they began to truly fuck.
As I got near Petrol, I could see a somewhat smug look on his face. “I thought I would never see the day you would decide to not watch two ponies go at it.” He whispered.
“What? I’m not gonna push my luck. I’ve pushed my luck one too many times in the past to have any desire to try it here. Besides, if I get caught, either one of them could kill me.” I retorted.
“Okay, that makes sense.” He whispered. As we were about to leave however, we heard something that stopped us cold.
“Lyra, did you cum?” Bonbon asked. I slowly turned my head in their direction.
“No, I didn’t. Why? Did you?” Lyra replied. I felt dread crawling up my back.
“Then why is there liquid below you?” Bonbon replied. At once, I could tell things would not be ending well for us. I could hear Petrol whisper “Merde”.
“Welp. Gig is up.” I said, slumping. With that, I dropped down and pretended to sleep.
“Wait, let me see.” With that, Lyra got up and looked. She poked at where the liquid was. “It doesn’t feel like liquid, it feels more like...slime. And it’s orange.”
“I don’t like that. It looks to be fresh, so whatever left it must still be near by.” I kept dead still, waiting for them to see me. I had a bit of a plan I hoped wouldn’t backfire. As they came though, the feeling of dread wouldn’t go away. I tried to keep it under control… but it was like it wouldn’t leave me no matter what.
“Bonny, what is that?” I had a feeling they saw me. I gave them a yawn in reply, stirring only enough to make it believable that I was still asleep, while sticking my hoof in my mouth and sucking it like a sleeping baby.
“It looks like a pony, but it also looks like a spider.” I could hear Bon Bon and Lyra getting closer. I continued to “sleep,” letting them get closer. I wanted to convince them I was no monster. Hopefully some fake sleep babble would convince them… Well, unless one of them was a changeling, in which case they could tell I hoped they were falling for the sleep act.
“Moar snuggles, plz…” I muttered softly, smiling as I curled up.
“It’s a spider pony…” Lyra said in a scared voice.
“It’s a threat to Ponyville.” I could hear Bon Bon say with a bit of contempt in her voice. Hearing that, I frowned… I really hoped they wouldn’t attack, and I started to fake waking up.
“...You know, it’s really creepy to watch somepony when they’re sleeping.” I remarked when I had opened my eyes and taken my hoof out of my mouth.
“You’re not going to hurt anypony in Ponyville, not on my watch!” I could hear Bon Bon say before she did a roundhouse kick that landed on my chest. That freaking hurt! But I could see another attack coming in, and it looked to be one directed to go down on my head. But before it could land, I saw an orange blur and the sound of chitin cracking.
“Agh...My leg!” Bon Bon screamed out. Then I saw what had happened. Petrol had gotten in front of me and...wait, why do his forehooves look like they crystallized?
“Don’t you dare hurt my friend!” I could hear him say.
“A slime pony? Really, what are you going to do, ooze all over me?” Bon Bon shot back.
“Okay, you really want to play that game? Okay then, you asked for it…” With that, he turned into a shoggoth.
Both Lyra and Bon Bon just sat there, the colored completely drained from their faces, and then they fainted.
“That… was a little overkill. I could have stopped that second hit.” I stated as I stared. As Bonbon lied there, a flash of fire poured over her for a split second, tearing away what was revealed to be a disguise. I stared at her changeling form, noting her blue color and broken hoof.
He turned back to normal as he began to speak. “True, but it would have ended in a fight that would have attracted even more attention, and I decided to play off the fact that she was in an organization that fought many monsters before, so turning into a shoggoth was my best bet, since she might have seen some Lovecraftian horrors. I wanted them to faint, not kill them.”
“Whatever. I’m going to web this one up then, and weave her a cast. That hoof doesn’t look too good, but we can’t risk her trying to hurt us again.” I said, picking Bonbon up. Without hesitation, I started wrapping her up, while making good on that claim to give her a cast.
“You do that, I’ll find some plant material to make a hammock for Lyra.” With that he left. A few minutes later he came back with some vines and large leaves. He proceeded to make a hammock out of it by weaving the vines together with the leaves. He then hung it up and put Lyra in the hammock. Once I finished the wrapping, taking care to wrap her horn up, I carried her over and set her to hang on a tightly woven rope of web from a tree.
“Alright. Any guess on how long it’ll take for them to wake up?” I asked, glancing up at the sky filled with stars. The moon was only just peeking over the horizon, making it the beginning of the night.
“I don’t know, but probably till morning. I think I want to get some rest too.” Petrol said. I deadpanned a bit.
“...We just woke up… Ah, whatever. I’ll stay up tonight so I can keep watch. I’ve pulled many all-nighters in the past.” I said, waving it off a bit. “Oh, and next time you want to stop something from attacking me, don’t break their limbs.” I said as I turned to look for a good watch position.
“I didn’t mean to, I was actually doing a block. Maybe I shouldn’t have hardened my limbs because I thought the attack would go right through me…” He said before lying down to go to sleep. I just nodded at his reasoning, heading to climb a tree for the view it provided. Once I reached the top, I nestled in for a long watch.
I yawned as I woke up, a little caught off guard that I was even having to in the first place. I guess I managed to pass out at some point last night, rather than stay up as I’d intended, but either way, I still had to get up. Both my internal clock and curiosity over the state of the others demanded it. Looking around as I stretched my limbs, I first checked on Bonbon and Lyra, noting it was only just turning to dawn. I noticed that Petrol was missing. Maybe he got up to get breakfast? Thankfully the two were still asleep, so there was that.
I tended to the threads that bound the changeling while I waited for Petrol to return, smoothing out the cocoon and taking off the makeshift gag I’d put on Bonbon when I tied her up. She stirred as I finished up, signalling she was about to wake up, but so was Lyra. Lyra was quicker to fully wake up, and shot up, sitting up in her hammock. No doubt, she remembered what had happened last night.
“Bonbon…?” She called softly, half in worry and half in apprehension. She spotted me tidying up her friend’s bonding, and Bonbon waking up. “Wh-what did you do to her?” She asked as Bonbon started to struggle.
“Relax, I didn’t do anything to her. This is simply what she is. Though I wish my friend hadn’t hurt her, but there’s no changing what’s already happened. I’ve put that bad hoof into a cast of my silk, so it can heal properly.” I replied.
“Let me go, you monster.” Bonbon seethed. I laughed in her face.
“Me? A monster, huh? Funny you call me that when I’ve been doing nothing but offering you my mercy. You however, attacked purely out of hate. You’re more of a monster than me.” I said returning the hate with an equal act. Lyra, conflicted, looked between us in hesitation.
“...Wh-what do you want with us?” Lyra asked nervously. I turned to her with a kinder look, showing my compassion.
“I just want peace. I want friendship. Your changeling friend here didn’t make it easy, so I made it hard to hurt me.” I replied.
Bonbon’s eyes widened and she looked down at herself. “You removed my disguise?! Motherbucker! She was never supposed to know!”
“No, it failed all on its own. You really need to tone down the “assuming bitch” attitude and start asking questions to confirm things before spitting them out with an assload of hate.” I snarked.
“...She’s right, Bonbon. You’re too aggressive. She hasn’t hurt either of us, even though she’s had every chance to kill us by now.” Lyra tried to talk sense into her friend. Bonbon turned in surprise, a tear beginning to form in her eyes.
“Lyra, you’re… turning against me? ...It’s because I’m a changeling… isn’t it…?” Bonbon asked as the tear fell. She glared at me again as I climbed off her and got down onto the ground. “You really are some kind of evil… Splitting us up like that…” she growled.
“That’s your own doing. You just refuse to believe I’m anything but bad. You’re a creature born to lie, Bonbon. But right now, the only lie present is the way you see me.” I told her. With that, I started cutting her free, taking care not to leave behind any silk.
“Now go home and have some sex. Finish what you two started last night. I’m going to find my friend.” I told them as I went to leave.
“Speak of the Devil and he will come...” Petrol said as he came in with two leaf bowls full of greens and fungi, and now he was a head taller than Celestia. “Maybe even bearing breakfast!”
“Heh… Go ahead, Petrol. Bonbon’s free, but she’s still in a pretty cloudy state of mind.” I reported, stepping aside for him.
“Meh, I can deal with it…” He simply said.
“Wait, you broke my leg and you got us breakfast? That doesn’t make any sense!” Bonbon exclaimed.
“I didn’t mean to break your leg, I was just blocking you from caving my friend’s skull in. I may have hardened my forelegs because I was worried about your attack passing right through me.
“H-hardened your legs…?” Bonbon suddenly looked a LOT more scared of him.
He placed down Bonbon’s food in front of her. “Yeah, I can also change my chemical composition at will, absorb poisons to use them later, change my shape somewhat, and absorb magic. Heck, I might be able to become a magma slime if I am exposed to fire.” He then proceeded to show hardening his foreleg, which looked like it had crystallized.
I chuckled at the look on Bonbon’s face. “Yep. We got ourselves a badass over here.”
“How? I thought slimes were the weakest enemies ever!” Bonbon said.
“Where did you get that information from, RPGs?” Petrol said in a questioning tone.
“...Yes.” Bonbon admitted guiltily.
“And here I thought you agents of SMILE did your research.” I grinned smugly.
“Slimes haven’t really been seen at all in Equestria, and any we do see seem to escape before we can catch them.” Bonbon explained.
“I guess you could say we are ‘slippery’ little suckers.” Petrol punned as he put Lyra’s food down next to her.
“Ah… And I suppose you’re more than a little pissed at spider ponies in general for something that happened to one you cared deeply about?” I asked, curious about why she attacked me out of Hatred of all things.
“...Spider Ponies prey on changelings. It was an instinct reaction, that’s all.” She insisted, looking away as she answered.
“As much as I want to pursue the topic of that lie, I’m instead gonna dispel the unease between us. I wasn’t originally a spider pony. I am alien trapped in this body, and the idea of eating you sickens me.” I said, knowing my emotions resonated the truth to her.
“Wait, what do you mean by ‘alien’?” Lyra asked as she started to eat her breakfast.
“We were humans, and where we come from, your world is displayed as a work of fiction, a show called ‘My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic’. We are part of the fandom called bronies, and there are a lot who consider you to be the pony version of a brony.” Petrol simply replied to Lyra’s comment.
“Humans!? Sweet! I am sooooo collecting when we get back to town.” she grinned with greed.
“Okay, now I am surprised. Also, how can you absorb magic and toxins?” Bonbon asked Petrol.
“I might have found the Mirror Pool while looking for your breakfast, and I was thirsty. I drank from it and my body glowed before growing in size, kind of like how the Smooze did when he ate gems, which probably store magic. Also, the bit about toxins was the same, except trying to make sure I didn’t accidentally poison you. I ate some poisonous plants and fungi, and even some Poison Joke.” Petrol answered. “Also, Lyra, you might not be collecting you have actual proof we are human, so you might be out of luck.”
“Hey, I will freely admit that I am human in front of the whole town.” I replied, returning Lyra’s mood.
Petrol facehooved. “I mean like showing an actual human. Some might just think she bribed you to say that.”
“You’re wrong. Everypony knows Lyra is honest. There is no way in Tartarus anypony would think something like that.” Bonbon defended.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know that info. Remember what I said about your world being a show in ours? Well, it always seems to focus around the Element Bearers, except what was considered the 100th episode, which you guys actually got part of the limelight. You guys just tend to show up in the background or rarely get a voice line. In theater terms, you guys are considered ‘extras’...but I never liked focusing on the Bearers. I mean, the fandom has come up with tons of headcanons involving you guys. I mean, the bronies thought Lyra was obsessed about humans just because she sat differently on a bench from everypony else, similar to how humans sit.” Petrol said.
“I see then. So just so we can clear away any other misconceptions, is there anything else we should know about you guys?” Bonbon asked.
“The only thing you should know is that ‘Spinnerette’ has almost no sense of shame when it comes to lewd things.” Petrol said.
“...” Lyra and Bonbon gave each other a look that told me that got them thinking. I just grinned in response, letting them know I was ready for action… Unfortunately, Lyra noped out of that.
“Aw. Oh well, guess there’s plenty of other ponies I can lay.” In. I thought to myself that last word to keep implications from reaching them. The big dumb smile on my face probably gave away the lewdness of the thought though.
“With the way you are acting, you are really remind me of Arachna from Monster Musume. All you need to do now to complete it is figure out how to bind ponies with your silk that it causes pleasure in certain parts…” Petrol deadpanned.
“...That sounds kinda tricky. I don’t think I have the drive to learn that.” I said with a small pout of boredom.
“Too bad for you. I am just glad I never told you who the ponies I have the hots for.” Petrol said.
“It’s Lyra, Aloe, Lotus, Vinyl, Octavia, Roseluck, Derpy, and Nurse Redheart.” Bonbon said.
“Wha!? How did you know that?” Petrol exclaimed while Lyra blushed.
“Read your mind. Why don’t you have the hots for me?” Bonbon asked.
“It’s your hairstyle. I tend to like mares with straighter manes.” Petrol said.
“That’s maneist.” I joked.
“But that also means you’re in that category.~” He said, looking at me.
“Oh my~” I grinned with a bit of a giggle. Passing that on though, I turned to the ponies before us. “So, how long before Nightmare Night?”
“About three more days.” Bonbon replied. “Why do you ask?”
“I wanted to attend. Maybe introduce myself, make sure ponies know I’m friendly.”
“I was thinking maybe some pranks.” Petrol added in. “Just one more thing...Don’t let that pink menace anywhere near me!”
“You mean Pinkie Pie? Why?” Bonbon asked.
“Considering her impulsive nature, and I am a slime pony, think about it.” Petrol said.
Bonbon thought about it for a bit before realization hit her. “Oh. Yeah, that situation could turn out very badly.”
“Alright, well, I’m gonna scope out the forest, and try to hone my skills. I only woke up with this body yesterday, late in the evening.” I say as I leave.
“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. I might find us a place to live in the Everfree and find you when I find a good spot.” Petrol said.
“Alright. Just look for the webs.” I called back as I made my way out of sight.
~Petrol~
“Wait, what do you mean by in the Everfree Forest?” Lyra asked me, staying far enough away from me. I guess since she learned I have the hots for her, she might be worried about rape.
“Well, we need a place to stay, and I want to stay away from Pinkie Pie. If we stayed in Ponyville, she would try to throw us a party. Plus, we kind of like living with nature. If you’re worried about timberwolves, me and Spinnerette are on good terms with them, and we can defend ourselves from anything else.” I said. “Also, Lyra, if you’re worried about me raping you, don’t. Unlike Spinnerette, I don’t like that stuff. I would rather prefer for it to be consensual and not drugged. I believe in respecting a mare’s choice.”
“Oh. I see then. And… Thanks, Petrol.” Lyra said with a smile.
“No problem.” I replied back with a kind smile. “Also, sorry for turning into a shoggoth and scaring you two into fainting. That may have been overkill.”
Bonbon chuckled nervously at the mention of that. “Yeah… No worries. All water under the bridge now.” she said slightly unconvincingly. She did still look afraid of even the mention of it.
“I’m just surprised you know what it is. I didn’t think H.P. Lovecraft existed here. I also may be a little bit protective of my friends when they are in danger. Maybe in time I can call you two friends.” I replied.
“...Maybe. First I’ll have to decide whether I want that or not.” Bonbon said honestly.
“Oh, come on Bonny. They make better friends than enemies.” Lyra said in an attempt to persuade her. Bonbon chuckled.
“True, but I doubt they would make better friends than just ponies we happened to meet once.” Bonbon explained, reminding Lyra there’s more than just friends and enemies.
“Only time will tell. Until our paths meet again, this is goodbye for now.” I said as I started to walk off into the Everfree Forest.
“Goodbye then.” Bonbon called out.
I walked on, waving a hoof goodbye. After a while, I came across a clearing, with a good sized hill and a tree on top. “This looks like a good spot…” I went around and saw a cave entrance.
“Better make sure nothing is living here.” I went into the cave, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. It seemed this cave was never inhabited, as there was no bones or stuff of the like. Not even any creatures in here.
“This place could be turned into a good hobbit hole.” There was a lot of room in this cave, and tree roots were actually going down from the ceiling to the floor, but it was kind of lacking in windows, so I got to it. Turning my hooves into scoop shapes and hardening them, I started digging out some windows. While I was doing that, some timberwolves came by, but they didn’t bother me.
“Dang, could use a door, but I don’t want to cut a tree for that, and I don’t think a piece of dead wood would cut it.” Apparently, the timberwolves heard me. Some of them started to howl, and somehow a piece of wood grew out of the ground shaped like a door.
“Okay, nature magic is awesome! Thanks for the help!” I thanked the timberwolves for their help as they left. I took the wood and brought near the cave entrance. It was a perfect fit, but I needed something to bind it to. I went out and searched for some branches. Found one big enough to bind the door to so it could have a hinge, and also found some springy ones too that I could make into window frames. I also found some glowing fungus that I could use as a light source. Grabbing these items, I went back and got to work. About half an hour later, I was done.
“I can’t wait to show Spinnerette this.” I went out and started to look for her. Hopefully, I could find her quick enough.
~Spinnerette~
“Okay… One.. more… try…” I panted as I faced my opponent with one final gambit. The Manticore roared at me, already weakened and bruised himself, and with several ropes of my web hanging off of him. As bad as the situation looked however, this was merely a spar.
{-Ready when you are, Itsy Bitsy.-} The manticore taunted cockily, still having far more stamina than I did.I heard some rustling, but now wasn’t the time to get distracted. With a nod, I made my last move, playing the Overwatch Play of the Game theme in my head as I leaped into the trees above. Without hesitation, I extended my hooves out, using them to shoot off webs in two directions I wouldn’t be going, before using them to fire myself like a slingshot over the manticore’s head.
However, rather than make the mistake of doing what he’d expect… again… for the fifth time… I kept hold of those webs and launched myself back the way I came. This time I let go and used the spinnerette on my ass to take the manticore with me, who’d dodged an anticipated attack that never came, landing right into the attack that did. He was soon send flying ahead of me into a tree. Thankfully, the tree withstood the impact, but the Manticore hit his head on it, knocking him out cold. I smirked as I stood there, catching my breath.
“And that’s…. How you put… a cat… to bed.” I managed to gasp out. I started crawling up to him then, salvaging what webs I could. “Now to salvage what I used…”
That rustling continued until I saw Petrol come out. “Hey, I got us a place to live. How was your…” He stopped when he saw the knocked out manticore. “Dang.”
“Heya… Had a… heavy spar.” I panted as I turned to him, once again eating my threads. “He put up a good fight, cornered me a lot.” I said, patting the big guy with respect.
“Okay, that’s good to know. I don’t think sparring is going to be my thing, considering what I can do. But back to the topic, want to see the place I got us. It doesn’t have furniture yet, but it looks great so far.” Petrol responded.
“Sure. I gotta rest and make more silk…” I say, following him.
After a few minutes, we get to the place. I was a bit amused that it looked like a little hobbit hole, maybe not exactly like those in Lord of the Rings, but close enough that I had to smile. “Nice pick. Where’d the door come from?”
“Timberwolves helped grow it for me. They used some nature magic to grow it.” Petrol said as he opened up the door. The inside of the place was lit with glowing fungus, which I stared at in awe.
“This is just… wow…” I went in to examine some closer.
“Thanks. I didn’t know if you were going to use a web for your bed or if I should get some plant material to make one, so I thought it would be better to ask you.” Petrol said.
“Yeah, I’ll be using my silk. After I learn how to actually weave it. Anyway. This is gonna be a permanent bed, so it can’t be crude like my last one.” I replied. “I’d be glad to have a temporary bed for now.”
“Okay then, let me work my magic.” With that, he left. I waited until he came back a quarter of an hour with some vines and leaves. He began to weave them until he got somewhat of a sheet and attached the four corners to four different tree roots, kind of making somewhat of a hammock, but big enough for the two of us. I had to raise my eyebrow at that.
“So, you want us to sleep together? Heh… It’s cuz I’m a girl now, right?” I asked.
“Eh, I have nothing better to do, and it maybe awhile, plus I made it so if you do decide to have sex. It’s up to you. Also, anything I should be warned about you if we do decide to do it?” Petrol said, just shrugging his shoulders.
“Uh… nothing much, really, besides the stuff you already know.” I replied with a shrug.
“Actually, I am not really sure, I mean, do you have eggs you’re gonna be protective of?” Petrol asked. “Because I don’t want to get on your bad side by accident.” I had to stop and think about that, focusing to make sure what I was about to spit out wasn't a complete lie. Within my large abomen, I could feel things pulsing, and while I'd assumed it to be my heart when I first actually felt the pulsing, it was far too inconsistent in position the be just mine.
“I have some, yes. And while they are fertilized, somehow… Mamma-Me’s not really awakened just yet. I don’t think you’ll have to worry about it just yet.” I assured.
“Okay then, I’m probably going to go get material to make my bed unless you have anything to say about it.” Petrol started to walk away. I reached out and grabbed his shoulder, smiling at him.
“Oh, that I do~” I said with that special telling tone.
“Figures.” Petrol simply said before getting on the makeshift bed. “I made this sturdy enough so it could actually handle this kind of thing.”
“Heh… I’m not about to rush into sex, but sleeping together is a good start.” I said, dropping the light tease.
“Maybe I could make it more inviting to come to bed then.” With that, I started to smell vanilla.
“A pleasant scent… It reminds me of my little sister’s first time making Sugar Cookies.” I chuckled.
“C’mon, what scent would be more inviting? Maybe we could just cuddle first, since I kind of think as a spider pony, not only do you look alluring, but also a bit adorable.” Petrol simply said, looking just about ready to give up. “We could both use some rest, you from your spar, and me building.”
“Yeah. It’s good, and I never said it was bad.” I said as I climbed into bed, tucking my legs under me. Petrol put his forehooves around me, just kind of in a way that wasn’t too intimate. Surprisingly, for a slime pony, he wasn’t oozing stuff, and he was rather warm. Actually, now that I think about, very rarely did he leave any slime behind, except last night, in which case was him slipping up.
“Hm. Not very slimey for a slime pony.” I teased, rubbing a hoof along his back. That got a bit of a shiver out of him.
“Kind of never liked that stereotype, and I actually lose biomass that way. I have to eat to get biomass, and I don’t want to be constantly eating like that slime ghost from Ghostbusters.” Petrol said, snuggling his head into my chest. He may not be oozing, but he still had this feeling to him like that toy slime you would buy, a little damp. I rubbed him reassuringly.
“I totally get it. But still… you should eat from time to time.” I said.
“I’m just glad I am not a female slime pony. From what I have seen, they feed from bodily fluids and can use it to create new slime ponies. But they are extremely horny. Heck, I have seen almost no male slime ponies. I guess males are rare. But I do eat, I just think eating that cragidile was a big meal for any slime pony except a slime king, which don’t even have a pony form.” Petrol said. I think he was enjoying snuggling with me.
“Heh… Just enjoy the snuggles.” I said, moving away from that topic. I didn't want to shoot him down and call him out on that as bullshit, because it was an assumption based on a world he built as a writer. If those facts proved true to this world, I didn't want to look like an idiot for having told him to shut it with facts he made up. We'll see if he's right, in time. Until then...
My train of thought ground to a halt as I started to hear him lightly snore, his forelegs still wrapped around me. Smiling, I hugged him closer, and let myself drift off as well. Tonight was going to be a pleasant, vanilla scented night. The best night I've had as of yet.