Mgunh1
Not an AI, honest!
- Location
- Northern Luna Base, Module 5, Sublevel 15
Actually, it might be more accurate to call her a daughter if it gets that far in separation development.
Broken Adventure
- Thread starter theaceoffire
- Start date
- Crossover
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Aurora Moon
Verfied Insomniac with too much time on her hands
- Location
- USA, Earth
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I don't think Dragon or Armsmaster would be very happy with that wording no matter how accurate it would be.
Dragon: "WHAT! you procreated with me without my consent??"
Adam: "Did you have to word it like that? You made me sound like a rapist."
Colin: "Adam....could I have a word with you? preferably all the way over there where there's a cliff that I can push you off..."
Stop: Ah no
BungieONI
Seven gremlins in a trench coat
- Location
- Lickwidget
- Pronouns
- She/Her
ah no
So @Matthew Frost the post below violates the sniping parts of Rule 3: Be Civil.
Everyone else have a nice day.
So @Matthew Frost the post below violates the sniping parts of Rule 3: Be Civil.
When someone comes into a thread to makes a contentless aggressive post like this solely meant to berate another user in that thread it is considered sniping. For it you have received 25 points and a permanent threadban.
Everyone else have a nice day.
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Everyone had consent and correct ages during the incident... It just gets complicated when daydreams gain sentience and opinions.
And yeah, it is a complicated situation. Life can be messy like that.
Mgunh1
Not an AI, honest!
- Location
- Northern Luna Base, Module 5, Sublevel 15
Complicated he says.
The MC is a male wolf made of wood and fire that birthed the thought form clone of a draconic AI from another universe, among other entities, from his dreams.
This is starting to sound like a creation myth.
Edit: No, but seriously, this sounds like a creation myth, or the start of one at least...
In the before time, there was the Wolf. A being of Fire and Wood. Ever burning, ever growing. A being of Balance and Harmony.
But He was alone. So He Dreamed. He Dreamed of Companions, of Pack.
From His dreams sprung his Family.
The Lady of Green, Narwal, Goddess of Fertility.
The Lady of Thought, Dragon, Goddess of Industry.
The Lady of Books, Twilight, Goddess of Magic.
The Lady of Stars, Moon, Goddess of Night.
And so, when He awoke, He had Friends, Lovers. He found He had Pack.
He would never be lonely again.
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Yeah, that's one hell of a creation myth.
Fragnostic
Cheshire
- Location
- Neko City
And going with the tone of the story, next would be the (pro)creation myth.
Seriously.
Seriously.
Emotional Broadcasting Censorship.
- Location
- Here
Magic was... a big cheat.
With illusions basically under hoof, as it were, a dozen or so analysis, scanning, and testing spells were quickly added to Adam's repertoire.
Then came the testing cycle. Loops of testing, enhancing ability, increasing flexibility, pushing stability, and simplifying processes while reducing duplicate effort.
Mental Twilight and Nightmare Moon were having a lot of fun with spell design, as normal spells can only be documented using complicated standardized formulas.
Recording an emotion, three or four dimensional spell framework, and all the theory and background needed for casting was a big part of magic casting difficulty. Not only did you have to put it on paper, split up into pages, and in only two dimensions... but you had to remember all the easy basic stuff one did automatically. All by hand, many times required to be written in one go with no corrections or it would damage the information.
Anyway, Adam basically had 'spell slots' of memory where a spell could be inserted, tested, and modified with no strain to Non-Adam users.
Twilight, whose cutie mark focused on spellwork, was very envious as her high level of ability allowed her to intrinsically and automatically adapt to flaws in castings, not store and perfect spells so easily.
Between tests, she and physical Twilight were trying to make a similar 'spell slot' framework for ponies to use as well. The idea of such a meta-spell (A power for using powers) was touched upon with her delegation spell design, but this was something far more simple for others to try out in the future.
On a side note, power charges used in MLP's soul were... odd. New, broad powers worked. Mostly. But they were flexible. Wiggly.
'Growth' was affecting 'Harmony', even though they could not be equipped together. And Squishy was concerned that future worlds may not make a new soul socket unless VERY different from the Worm one or the MLP soul.
Just like duplicate powers, his souls may collapse and combine. Probably with Worm taking all the technical stuff, MLP taking all the magic options. Any new slots or souls would require some strong difference in power types. Maybe one focused solely on biology? 'Recovery' was controled via small nano-bots, basically. At least, Panacea's power did.
Well, it didn't matter for now. Applejack had shown up with lunch and (After freaking out a bit seeing such a... strange group stuffed in Twilight's house) forced the group to take a 'science' break.
So Adam was eating a cupcake on a bench in the middle of town, with 'Recovery' and 'Harmony' watching the civilians and increasing his information base.
Adam glanced at his dessert as the crowd passed by. Touch telekinesis was not a big focus of the research team yet, so his paw was wrapped like a hand, holding the deliciousness up for snackatude.
When the pony sat on the same bench, he honestly didn't notice.
When she scooted close to his body, he was surprised.
It was the licking that made him lose his zen 'cupcake' moment.
And no, it was not a squeak. It was a manly... uh. Wolfly roar. Just a little short and high pitch.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
His wide eyes watched the mare try to get closer. Not that there was much space to begin with.
She looked... drunk. Very drunk.
Her body was very light blue. Cyan? He wasn't great at the color stuff. Her mane was pink, sparkly, and translucent. Her eyes a mixture of blue with hints of green... but it was a solid color, not the normal pony or human examples he was used to.
Her body ooched closer. "You... are so... delicious..."
Adam's eyes got wider. "Uh... Thank you?" He carefully pushed her back. Uh. Tried to.
Her body was... hard. Non-Pony hard. 'Harmony' hummed... it was exoskeleton.
This... She was a Changeling. Probably. Maybe a mutated one, she didn't match his memories of the tall black bug-ponies with large holes in their bodies.
He glanced at the crowd. Thankfully, the default politeness of pony society had them 'not paying attention', even if a couple of individuals had 'wandered by' several times now to watch the 'drunk pony' make a public scene.
Carefully using a tentacle, he pushed the mare back. "Hey. You alright?"
Her eyes wandered. "Oh! You have smaller hoof legs! I had those once! Or... I was a baby? Something." She leaned against his moss again. "You taste good."
The next twenty minutes convincing her to follow him somewhere out of the public eye was complicated by Narwhal suggesting innuendos and helpful 'suggestions'. Then again, directing a young woman into private while she tries to lick your face was a pretty sketchy scenario to begin with.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
In the original time line, or at least the one he knew best, Changelings had a sad life. They were a species that consumed emotions for survival... in a land where love and harmony was enforced by twin deities, that wasn't a big deal.
But in the story, shortly after using the 'Elements of Harmony' again after many years, the Changeling's ability to absorb and transfer emotions was damaged.
Normally a Changeling who infiltrated a pony town or city would either be very promiscuous or build up a relationship strong enough to feed themselves and send tribute back to their hive.
After the damage? Their whole civilization was collapsing. Starvation was forcing them to cannibalize and even cause egg destruction to prevent the fall of their whole system.
They tried replacing the agents, transforming and replacing ponies who died in the wilderness or were off on long trips, even desperately doing more and more embarrassing and lewd acts in an effort to feed their young.
It wasn't enough. Eventually it lead to a major invasion attempt into the kingdom. Which failed.
The show... didn't push the dark side of the situation too much.
Here, he had already had looked up the situation. He wanted to scan a few for future ability cost decreases, as the magical transformation ability of Changelings were legendary. Anyway, unlike the show, a couple of changlings had actually shown up and applied for assistance from Celestia fairly quickly. No idea why.
It went well, eventually. Now Changelings had positions as care takers (Young and old) which involved lots of tasty emotions. More than a few individuals (and couples) found an immortal and sexy any-sexual a fun option for a fling or long term relationship. And according to Twilight, the castle was employing many as information gatherers.
That didn't mean that a Changeling should feel free to launch herself into a wolf on the street, moaning and hugging away.
Also, why was this realm so damn sexualized? He had been in the Worm world for weeks without random women leaping into his arms.
Normally he would just accept it as being the 'bad wolf' that all the fillies crave, but this girl was babbling, seemed confused and easily distracted, and nearly exposed her species on a busy street.
So... yeah, he wanted a few answers.
He felt her body land on his back, even as her hooves wrapped around his neck and she started to... fall asleep?
"I'm not you drunk are! ANd... and... Zzzz..."
Yes, sleep. Tentacles wrapped her safely in place as he headed back to Twilight's place, sending an illusion her way with a basic heads up on the situation.
It wasn't two way conversation, but at least she would be ready for a drunk bug-pony guest.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Good news! Sort of.
"Noo! Wolfie, come back to my embrace!"
She wasn't drunk. The standard hangover spell and detoxification spell did nothing.
Twilight (Both of them, the illusions were out and 'examination' through spells was ongoing) was not being a huge help getting the girl to stop glomping on Adam's back. "Just stay in the middle of the array Adam, and we will solve this soon enough!"
Nightmare Moon was finding the entire scenario hilarious. The poor Changeling was so enthralled with Adam that the most powerful and feared Goddess didn't even get a glance as she rubbed her cheek against his face.
Adam tried to push her back again. "Look, I don't even know your name! You don't even know mine!"
Her eyes went wide. "No! You are stallion-wolf. And I, Ocellus, am the future Queen of the Changelings! Or... uh. No. I am Undercover! No one knows how I have secretly dominated this corner of the globe!" She was mumbling a bit, her body still hugging his back. "And... and I can whistle... and cook cheese sandwiches... mmm, soft."
Twilight shook her head. "Not Chrysalis. And from what I can tell, she is just a gatherer. Not a proto-queen or warrior changeling either."
Her eye opened and her face fell to a pout. "When I rule the kitchens, you will get NO soup!"
Adam sighed. At least she was an adorable issue.
Her whisper tickled his bark covered ears. "I... I'm sorry. I lied. I can't cook cheese sandwiches."
Oh god no, was she going to cry!?
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Sigh. Once again: The issue was the orgy.
His soul/mind was stuffed with the concepts and emotions of multiple people/ponies/beings that had gone through unnatural and unrealistic activities for an impossible amount of time.
And at some point, Narwhal had split up and started... well, doing yourself was lesbianism, right? Just sort of... masturbation.
Anyway, the point was that while Squishy had stopped people invading his dreams (She controlled his subconscious, literally now.) she had NOT destroyed the people in his mind/soul/simulation, nor had she examined psychic leakage.
Not to mention that 'Harmony' if not checked shared his emotions with others as well as the other way around.
So poor Ocellus was going about her business when an orgy between a robot, five copies of a goddess, copies of a pony of magic, and his girlfriends... well.
It was overkill.
Love alone was the most popular food for the Changeling race. Love combined with lust, from about a dozen or so people, concentrated and delivered in one burst?
It was lucky she didn't have a mental breakdown and try to become a servant or something.
Right now, Squishy had both magical and biological scans of the poor mare, and Adam had used a power charge to let Squishy both detect and gain basic control over power being released by his body.
It just... hadn't mattered before.
While more than a bit miffed that he couldn't gain a new, more flexible ability than 'Stop spewing energy, thoughts, and emotions by accident', not having more issues like this was a necessity.
And while this would make any future 'Modification' ability both cheaper and more powerful, Adam was... more than a bit ready to advance his agenda. Time manipulation could be very useful if done carefully.
Going back in time? Hard. Slowing down a limited local area? Easy. Accelerating a limited area? Simple.
And he had plans for that.
Still, the forced break had allowed him to review his recent actions. More than a bit of his impulsiveness and lack of restraint was due to home sickness. And concern about the new travelers he had gained while here.
But... there was no point in rushing and causing a mistake. A day or longer here, now, could prevent weeks of issues or dangerous accidents later. Wasn't there some phrase about 'Sharpening the Ax doesn't waste time when cutting wood' or some such?
Thankfully Ocellus was moved into a dark room right now that Twilight had set aside, and the poor mare would hopefully be coming down from her feeling god-feast. The term 'emotional high' had never been so accurate.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Ocellus was apparently super-shy. Normally.
The memories of her throwing her body at a muscle-wolf while yelling to the crowds how she was going to lick his delicious man-emotions had made her hit embarrassment level Not a Number.
We are talking 'Fluttershy accidentally becomes a model' levels of embarrassment, shame, and shyness here. The kind where one honestly considers becoming a nun or hermit.
So... it was good Adam got those scans earlier, because it was unlikely he would ever see her again. Not anytime soon at least.
Adam was basically shuffled off to Applejack's farm for the next few days. He had scanned all the books here anyway, so it wouldn't slow down the research projects much and local Twilight would have time to convince the poor thing to leave the guest room. Eventually. Or at least, one day. Or ever.
He sighed, turning another mental page with terrible hoof-writing. The oldest, more powerful stuff HAD to be done without automation. And apparently, without spellcheck or grammar.
Still, with these insulator and superconductor spells he could hopefully make power equivalents to the Worm Realm's solid hologram projectors and so forth. Eventually.
Adam absently accepted another Maple Pecan Caramel Apple Pie Bar from Granny Smith. Thankfully the lab work was being done in the simulation, the table had no room with all this food on it.
With illusions basically under hoof, as it were, a dozen or so analysis, scanning, and testing spells were quickly added to Adam's repertoire.
Then came the testing cycle. Loops of testing, enhancing ability, increasing flexibility, pushing stability, and simplifying processes while reducing duplicate effort.
Mental Twilight and Nightmare Moon were having a lot of fun with spell design, as normal spells can only be documented using complicated standardized formulas.
Recording an emotion, three or four dimensional spell framework, and all the theory and background needed for casting was a big part of magic casting difficulty. Not only did you have to put it on paper, split up into pages, and in only two dimensions... but you had to remember all the easy basic stuff one did automatically. All by hand, many times required to be written in one go with no corrections or it would damage the information.
Anyway, Adam basically had 'spell slots' of memory where a spell could be inserted, tested, and modified with no strain to Non-Adam users.
Twilight, whose cutie mark focused on spellwork, was very envious as her high level of ability allowed her to intrinsically and automatically adapt to flaws in castings, not store and perfect spells so easily.
Between tests, she and physical Twilight were trying to make a similar 'spell slot' framework for ponies to use as well. The idea of such a meta-spell (A power for using powers) was touched upon with her delegation spell design, but this was something far more simple for others to try out in the future.
On a side note, power charges used in MLP's soul were... odd. New, broad powers worked. Mostly. But they were flexible. Wiggly.
'Growth' was affecting 'Harmony', even though they could not be equipped together. And Squishy was concerned that future worlds may not make a new soul socket unless VERY different from the Worm one or the MLP soul.
Just like duplicate powers, his souls may collapse and combine. Probably with Worm taking all the technical stuff, MLP taking all the magic options. Any new slots or souls would require some strong difference in power types. Maybe one focused solely on biology? 'Recovery' was controled via small nano-bots, basically. At least, Panacea's power did.
Well, it didn't matter for now. Applejack had shown up with lunch and (After freaking out a bit seeing such a... strange group stuffed in Twilight's house) forced the group to take a 'science' break.
So Adam was eating a cupcake on a bench in the middle of town, with 'Recovery' and 'Harmony' watching the civilians and increasing his information base.
Adam glanced at his dessert as the crowd passed by. Touch telekinesis was not a big focus of the research team yet, so his paw was wrapped like a hand, holding the deliciousness up for snackatude.
When the pony sat on the same bench, he honestly didn't notice.
When she scooted close to his body, he was surprised.
It was the licking that made him lose his zen 'cupcake' moment.
And no, it was not a squeak. It was a manly... uh. Wolfly roar. Just a little short and high pitch.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
His wide eyes watched the mare try to get closer. Not that there was much space to begin with.
She looked... drunk. Very drunk.
Her body was very light blue. Cyan? He wasn't great at the color stuff. Her mane was pink, sparkly, and translucent. Her eyes a mixture of blue with hints of green... but it was a solid color, not the normal pony or human examples he was used to.
Her body ooched closer. "You... are so... delicious..."
Adam's eyes got wider. "Uh... Thank you?" He carefully pushed her back. Uh. Tried to.
Her body was... hard. Non-Pony hard. 'Harmony' hummed... it was exoskeleton.
This... She was a Changeling. Probably. Maybe a mutated one, she didn't match his memories of the tall black bug-ponies with large holes in their bodies.
He glanced at the crowd. Thankfully, the default politeness of pony society had them 'not paying attention', even if a couple of individuals had 'wandered by' several times now to watch the 'drunk pony' make a public scene.
Carefully using a tentacle, he pushed the mare back. "Hey. You alright?"
Her eyes wandered. "Oh! You have smaller hoof legs! I had those once! Or... I was a baby? Something." She leaned against his moss again. "You taste good."
The next twenty minutes convincing her to follow him somewhere out of the public eye was complicated by Narwhal suggesting innuendos and helpful 'suggestions'. Then again, directing a young woman into private while she tries to lick your face was a pretty sketchy scenario to begin with.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
In the original time line, or at least the one he knew best, Changelings had a sad life. They were a species that consumed emotions for survival... in a land where love and harmony was enforced by twin deities, that wasn't a big deal.
But in the story, shortly after using the 'Elements of Harmony' again after many years, the Changeling's ability to absorb and transfer emotions was damaged.
Normally a Changeling who infiltrated a pony town or city would either be very promiscuous or build up a relationship strong enough to feed themselves and send tribute back to their hive.
After the damage? Their whole civilization was collapsing. Starvation was forcing them to cannibalize and even cause egg destruction to prevent the fall of their whole system.
They tried replacing the agents, transforming and replacing ponies who died in the wilderness or were off on long trips, even desperately doing more and more embarrassing and lewd acts in an effort to feed their young.
It wasn't enough. Eventually it lead to a major invasion attempt into the kingdom. Which failed.
The show... didn't push the dark side of the situation too much.
Here, he had already had looked up the situation. He wanted to scan a few for future ability cost decreases, as the magical transformation ability of Changelings were legendary. Anyway, unlike the show, a couple of changlings had actually shown up and applied for assistance from Celestia fairly quickly. No idea why.
It went well, eventually. Now Changelings had positions as care takers (Young and old) which involved lots of tasty emotions. More than a few individuals (and couples) found an immortal and sexy any-sexual a fun option for a fling or long term relationship. And according to Twilight, the castle was employing many as information gatherers.
That didn't mean that a Changeling should feel free to launch herself into a wolf on the street, moaning and hugging away.
Also, why was this realm so damn sexualized? He had been in the Worm world for weeks without random women leaping into his arms.
Normally he would just accept it as being the 'bad wolf' that all the fillies crave, but this girl was babbling, seemed confused and easily distracted, and nearly exposed her species on a busy street.
So... yeah, he wanted a few answers.
He felt her body land on his back, even as her hooves wrapped around his neck and she started to... fall asleep?
"I'm not you drunk are! ANd... and... Zzzz..."
Yes, sleep. Tentacles wrapped her safely in place as he headed back to Twilight's place, sending an illusion her way with a basic heads up on the situation.
It wasn't two way conversation, but at least she would be ready for a drunk bug-pony guest.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Good news! Sort of.
"Noo! Wolfie, come back to my embrace!"
She wasn't drunk. The standard hangover spell and detoxification spell did nothing.
Twilight (Both of them, the illusions were out and 'examination' through spells was ongoing) was not being a huge help getting the girl to stop glomping on Adam's back. "Just stay in the middle of the array Adam, and we will solve this soon enough!"
Nightmare Moon was finding the entire scenario hilarious. The poor Changeling was so enthralled with Adam that the most powerful and feared Goddess didn't even get a glance as she rubbed her cheek against his face.
Adam tried to push her back again. "Look, I don't even know your name! You don't even know mine!"
Her eyes went wide. "No! You are stallion-wolf. And I, Ocellus, am the future Queen of the Changelings! Or... uh. No. I am Undercover! No one knows how I have secretly dominated this corner of the globe!" She was mumbling a bit, her body still hugging his back. "And... and I can whistle... and cook cheese sandwiches... mmm, soft."
Twilight shook her head. "Not Chrysalis. And from what I can tell, she is just a gatherer. Not a proto-queen or warrior changeling either."
Her eye opened and her face fell to a pout. "When I rule the kitchens, you will get NO soup!"
Adam sighed. At least she was an adorable issue.
Her whisper tickled his bark covered ears. "I... I'm sorry. I lied. I can't cook cheese sandwiches."
Oh god no, was she going to cry!?
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Sigh. Once again: The issue was the orgy.
His soul/mind was stuffed with the concepts and emotions of multiple people/ponies/beings that had gone through unnatural and unrealistic activities for an impossible amount of time.
And at some point, Narwhal had split up and started... well, doing yourself was lesbianism, right? Just sort of... masturbation.
Anyway, the point was that while Squishy had stopped people invading his dreams (She controlled his subconscious, literally now.) she had NOT destroyed the people in his mind/soul/simulation, nor had she examined psychic leakage.
Not to mention that 'Harmony' if not checked shared his emotions with others as well as the other way around.
So poor Ocellus was going about her business when an orgy between a robot, five copies of a goddess, copies of a pony of magic, and his girlfriends... well.
It was overkill.
Love alone was the most popular food for the Changeling race. Love combined with lust, from about a dozen or so people, concentrated and delivered in one burst?
It was lucky she didn't have a mental breakdown and try to become a servant or something.
Right now, Squishy had both magical and biological scans of the poor mare, and Adam had used a power charge to let Squishy both detect and gain basic control over power being released by his body.
It just... hadn't mattered before.
While more than a bit miffed that he couldn't gain a new, more flexible ability than 'Stop spewing energy, thoughts, and emotions by accident', not having more issues like this was a necessity.
And while this would make any future 'Modification' ability both cheaper and more powerful, Adam was... more than a bit ready to advance his agenda. Time manipulation could be very useful if done carefully.
Going back in time? Hard. Slowing down a limited local area? Easy. Accelerating a limited area? Simple.
And he had plans for that.
Still, the forced break had allowed him to review his recent actions. More than a bit of his impulsiveness and lack of restraint was due to home sickness. And concern about the new travelers he had gained while here.
But... there was no point in rushing and causing a mistake. A day or longer here, now, could prevent weeks of issues or dangerous accidents later. Wasn't there some phrase about 'Sharpening the Ax doesn't waste time when cutting wood' or some such?
Thankfully Ocellus was moved into a dark room right now that Twilight had set aside, and the poor mare would hopefully be coming down from her feeling god-feast. The term 'emotional high' had never been so accurate.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Ocellus was apparently super-shy. Normally.
The memories of her throwing her body at a muscle-wolf while yelling to the crowds how she was going to lick his delicious man-emotions had made her hit embarrassment level Not a Number.
We are talking 'Fluttershy accidentally becomes a model' levels of embarrassment, shame, and shyness here. The kind where one honestly considers becoming a nun or hermit.
So... it was good Adam got those scans earlier, because it was unlikely he would ever see her again. Not anytime soon at least.
Adam was basically shuffled off to Applejack's farm for the next few days. He had scanned all the books here anyway, so it wouldn't slow down the research projects much and local Twilight would have time to convince the poor thing to leave the guest room. Eventually. Or at least, one day. Or ever.
He sighed, turning another mental page with terrible hoof-writing. The oldest, more powerful stuff HAD to be done without automation. And apparently, without spellcheck or grammar.
Still, with these insulator and superconductor spells he could hopefully make power equivalents to the Worm Realm's solid hologram projectors and so forth. Eventually.
Adam absently accepted another Maple Pecan Caramel Apple Pie Bar from Granny Smith. Thankfully the lab work was being done in the simulation, the table had no room with all this food on it.
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PyroTechno
The Procrastination Pokemon
It's funny because you misspelled "writing" and "grammar", and SV has a spellchecker. :P
- Location
- Here
Huh. It looked fine, clicking it made the whole page look like an error, fixing it made the line look incorrect, saving it fixed it all.
The hell.
Thanks for the catch!
Fragnostic
Cheshire
- Location
- Neko City
Counter argument: Mei.
I'm pretty sure "she" decimated the Everfree.
And Equestria's sand is probably magical. And probably an ingredient in time-travel.
But yeah, the only thing funnier than typo's are mispronunciations.
Puffy
HA↗HA↘HA↗HA↘HA↗HA↘HA↗HA↘HA↗HA!
You know, i liked this story a lot more at the beginning when it didn't brush the line of outright porn. Like, the first few chapters or so of him just testing his powers in the forest and being an unknown to the Worm universe and all. I'm still sorta enjoying it but the fact that most character interactions have at least a sexual undertone get's old after a while.
A Journey Requires Preparations.
- Location
- Here
Twilight fidgeted. "Are... are you sure this is the right thing to do?"
Nightmare Moon oozed confidence. "Of course! You've seen how distraught Adam is to be separated from his Narwhal alone, not to mention poor Dragon's concerns."
The smaller pony was not fully convinced. "But we are doing fine enough now. We even made a bunch of magical advancements!"
Moon sighed, a more simple and honest smile crossing her face. "Look, we both know that Adam is a good stallion, right?"
Twilight mumbled as she tried to focus on her current projects. Nightmare Moon wasn't wrong, of course. After the initial shock of their situation had worn off, her years of defending the kingdom had made her quickly look into Adam's past, memories, and more.
It helped that the 'man' had basically given her full access (with Squishy as overseer) after a question or two.
But that same trust made it hard to make choices like this without telling him first.
She glanced internally at her own 'settings', an interface Squishy had provided to all the mental AI's living in Adam's soul. Her body was set to just after a restful sleep, so she never got tired. Her muscles never cramped, she never got sore or uncomfortable, hunger was very mild and easily handled, thirst was equally simple to address, bathroom options only existed because Narwhal had some... interesting ideas.
This was a level of control that she didn't need. It also addressed a personal dream of hers, the ability to focus entirely on the search of knowledge without abandoning her family, Spike, or her friends. Because now there were two of her, one to continue life like normal while SHE could research entire new worlds!
And the person giving her these abilities had done nothing to abuse the absolute power he could wield.
On the other hoof, that same trust and sense of gratefulness was making Nightmare Moon's argument all the more convincing.
She sighed. "I just... I don't want to betray anypony. They trust me, and I gave my word to protect their secrets. You have Luna's memories when she talked to me about this in the past, right?"
Nightmare Moon rolled her eyes. "Trust me, Luna is head over hooves over the wolf. If it wasn't for Celestia teasing her and her own embarrassment, Adam would already be in Canterlot's Library."
Still.
With a sigh, Twilight looked at the growing bookshelves of memories. "I... fine." Her horn glowed as new books from her past began to fill the shelves. "But I will lock them until I can discuss it with outside Twilight. This is just... a backup. Just in case."
Nightmare Moon smirked. She herself had already added books and scrolls of information, dozens of libraries worth and growing. Still was adding more, in fact. Most written in ancient languages and elder texts. But Twilight had been studying all the 'approved' books from the last thousand years or so that Luna had been banished to the moon.
She didn't bother to inform Twilight that the 'memories' she was storing were being supplied via 'Harmony' being able to connect to the external version of her. Even as the outside pony was all the way over town at her library.
More importantly, this would enhance and stabilize the Twilight here, to the point of being able to survive and improve in the future after leaving this world. Unlike Nightmare Moon, THIS pony was ONLY a fantasy, not a twisted being of dark magic and raw power.
If it also provided a massive library of magical knowledge enhanced by years of personal teaching by her solar powered sister, all the better.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
The trick was to focus on both plants and symbols related to plants.
Adam looked down at the seed. It... well, it was one of those 'helicopter' seeds from an Ash tree, the ones with a tail that let the seed twirl in the wind.
This also gave more surface area for the spells to be attached.
His left paw gently pressed the seed into surface of Mai's back, near the trunk of the giant 'Conversion' tree on her back.
Layers of power activated, attached, stabilized.
The first dozen layers had nothing to do with his current needs. Spells to gather energy, store it, to analyze itself, to create simulations, to create repair spells and direct them, to absorb or redirect impacts or energy that could damage this core.
The ball of light at the end was a mass of carefully balanced patterns. A stable, sphere platform that further charms and so forth could easily attach to safely.
Dragon had labeled it a 'Spell Seed', and he had nothing better to go with so... good enough.
He then felt Dragon take over the next thousand or so spells, each one tiny components that duplicated chips and pathways on circuit boards. He theoretically could do this himself, but Dragon was able to construct a spell circuit-board in real time without a template or schematic.
And... well, he didn't enjoy memorizing a dozen components and all that fiddly stuff. When this final product was done, the process would be saved and stored so future castings would be damned near automatic, but creation?
She was faster, enjoyed doing this, and honestly more reliable. Adam's programing had been better than any human, sure, but she was a god at this stuff. Didn't even need to accelerate her sense of time like he always had to.
He picked up control again as the external protective layers of spells began to assemble. Layers of energy absorption, of heat redirection, of sound displacement. Then layers of color, of spell shields, of sensor matrices.
And... done?
Adam blinked, glancing over at holographic Twilight and Nightmare Moon, who were looking over Dragon's shoulder at her screen. "I'll be honest, I am waiting for the explosion again."
Dragon shook her head. "No, we got it this time. The last issue was the outer protective layers accidentally connecting directly to the internal components. That feedback loop should be fixed. Probably."
He gave them a dry expression of solemn judgement. "Then why are you three over there behind the protective screens?"
They winced... but stayed behind the layers of spells. Dragon gave a weak smile. "Oh... just. Checking the readings. Got to be scientific about this, you know!"
Adam looked down at the pulsing ball of light. Which, thankfully, was NOT increasing in frequency. In fact, it seemed to be stabilizing. "Well, if this doesn't explode or began to collapse in an hour, then I think we have a solid success." Finally. This was one of his biggest 'To Do List' items that he wanted completed before leaving this Realm.
He paused. "Wait. What happens if the seed dies? Would this all... like boom?"
Nightmare Moon shook her head. "After it stabilizes, the seed could actually be removed safely. It would collapse a bit but the repair function would reconstruct the center using pure energy. Many spells act like that if done correctly, which is why seeds in this case would be considered a non-consumed spell reagent."
Hmm. "So I need the seed, or something similar enough, to get it going... but can reuse it for the next attempt?"
Twilight seemed to be the only one present not watching the mess of magic like a bomb. "I added a small set of maintenance spells near the core anyway. If they fail it would self replace, but just in case of strange issues they would ensure the seed remains viable for actual planting."
She paused seeing the amused looks of her female companions and blushed. "I like being a perfectionist. If I have a living component in a spell, I will ensure it is handled with care."
Adam watched the bulb of light slowly fading away... but not creating a rip in space or turning to cheese or something. "I... I think we actually got it right this time." No well timed comedic explosion? Hell yeah! "Yeah, I am sure it worked."
Dragon huffed. "Don't touch it. We wait the full time allotted no matter how safe it seems first. BEFORE trying to activate it."
Twilight glanced at the next scheduled experiments with a sigh. "I really want to try the upgraded 'drone' spell. I have some remote viewing stuff, but these things are far more impressive. I'm far too scared to cast it myself though, not after how many tries this 'Garden' thing has taken so far."
Adam tuned out the girls who were reviewing the test results and discussing how far along Twilight was getting with her customized spell slot system. It would only allow four saved spells so far, though she was trying to create a library of recorded items to 'load' into the slots at a later time. Like a wizard's spell book, basically.
He had known Squishy had made something like a game interface for the girls earlier, which the group had fallen in love with. And that she was even working on a similar setup for himself, which... well, it would be fine. But right now the feeling of casting all those tiny spell fragments himself was just so... satisfying.
It was likely a subtle reward system from magic itself, a burst of pleasure when a spell successfully activated. Or magic itself was a pervert, which just seemed to be common sense in this version of the world.
Leaning back, he left a small magical observation charm running for 'major change' and focused internally.
Squishy was preparing for a universal realm jump.
Now that they both KNEW how much realm travel sucked, they could prepare. Each charge for the last few days had been to enhance 'Harmony' and 'Growth' in very fundamental ways. Trying to tie together a theme that could withstand the consumption of the Void.
The next power to be created was still being debated, and the girls in his head had joined in the fun. Current race winner was the concept of 'Consume', to push growth and Harmony into a direction of adapting outside power and concepts into growth and understanding. Of gaining from the consumption of others.
That it would synergize well with 'Fire Manipulation', 'Conversion', and 'Transfer' was just icing on the cupcake. Even 'Technomancy' may benefit, if he consumed advanced technology. 'Recovery' would likely go nuts.
The other runner up choices (Aside from the sexual suggestions) involved trying to encapsulate magic itself... terms like 'Mana Manipulation' or 'Power Refinement' had been tossed about. In the end though, Squishy made several convincing arguments that eventually each power should be a more general concept.
As it was, she was concerned that 'Fire Manipulation' should eventually be refined into pure 'Manipulation'. It made sense, and was the most restricted of his Worm Powers... but she felt that it could collapse his Worm soul if a second stable option wasn't there to support it. Mostly because 'Manipulation' would meld so well 'Technomancy' and 'Research', that they all may collapse into a mess that would require Squishy to hide in a second soul to prevent problems.
And that would be... bad.
So, very carefully, he continued doing something very stupid as quietly as possible while the internal people were distracted by the current 'Make Technology out of Magic' project.
Transfer: Summon: Flame of the Abyss.
A fraction of a fraction of nothing burned the tree-shaped soul that Squishy was carefully working within. Fractions of power were burned away, while 'Recovery' tried variations of that small section of soul to find some pattern that could resist the corrosion.
His teeth clenched. At least this was only a bit painful. Like gripping a burning log. Not the 'lava is my blood' feeling from last time.
He wasn't sure when Narwhal had first noticed him doing this last night, but her hugging Squishy while they worked helped both stay calm. Well, after she stopped yelling about how he shouldn't burn his eternal soul. Which honestly was a good point, but he wasn't going to just jump in the multi-dimensional lava without slowly lowering himself in like an old man into the bath.
Learned that lesson.
Thankfully the tricks and methods discovered from the first jump made this far less painful and dangerous, and the results were much better than before. Just... constant fire damage. Directly on his soul.
He smiled at the girls who seemed comfortable enough with the 'Celestial Garden' spell to actually consider planting it in Mai like originally scheduled. In another hour or two. Probably.
Seriously, HE was willing to be this close to the stupid test area. They should really suck up that fear and get over the dozen or so explosive failures so far. THEY were just illusions, HE was the one who kept exploding into parts.
Nightmare Moon oozed confidence. "Of course! You've seen how distraught Adam is to be separated from his Narwhal alone, not to mention poor Dragon's concerns."
The smaller pony was not fully convinced. "But we are doing fine enough now. We even made a bunch of magical advancements!"
Moon sighed, a more simple and honest smile crossing her face. "Look, we both know that Adam is a good stallion, right?"
Twilight mumbled as she tried to focus on her current projects. Nightmare Moon wasn't wrong, of course. After the initial shock of their situation had worn off, her years of defending the kingdom had made her quickly look into Adam's past, memories, and more.
It helped that the 'man' had basically given her full access (with Squishy as overseer) after a question or two.
But that same trust made it hard to make choices like this without telling him first.
She glanced internally at her own 'settings', an interface Squishy had provided to all the mental AI's living in Adam's soul. Her body was set to just after a restful sleep, so she never got tired. Her muscles never cramped, she never got sore or uncomfortable, hunger was very mild and easily handled, thirst was equally simple to address, bathroom options only existed because Narwhal had some... interesting ideas.
This was a level of control that she didn't need. It also addressed a personal dream of hers, the ability to focus entirely on the search of knowledge without abandoning her family, Spike, or her friends. Because now there were two of her, one to continue life like normal while SHE could research entire new worlds!
And the person giving her these abilities had done nothing to abuse the absolute power he could wield.
On the other hoof, that same trust and sense of gratefulness was making Nightmare Moon's argument all the more convincing.
She sighed. "I just... I don't want to betray anypony. They trust me, and I gave my word to protect their secrets. You have Luna's memories when she talked to me about this in the past, right?"
Nightmare Moon rolled her eyes. "Trust me, Luna is head over hooves over the wolf. If it wasn't for Celestia teasing her and her own embarrassment, Adam would already be in Canterlot's Library."
Still.
With a sigh, Twilight looked at the growing bookshelves of memories. "I... fine." Her horn glowed as new books from her past began to fill the shelves. "But I will lock them until I can discuss it with outside Twilight. This is just... a backup. Just in case."
Nightmare Moon smirked. She herself had already added books and scrolls of information, dozens of libraries worth and growing. Still was adding more, in fact. Most written in ancient languages and elder texts. But Twilight had been studying all the 'approved' books from the last thousand years or so that Luna had been banished to the moon.
She didn't bother to inform Twilight that the 'memories' she was storing were being supplied via 'Harmony' being able to connect to the external version of her. Even as the outside pony was all the way over town at her library.
More importantly, this would enhance and stabilize the Twilight here, to the point of being able to survive and improve in the future after leaving this world. Unlike Nightmare Moon, THIS pony was ONLY a fantasy, not a twisted being of dark magic and raw power.
If it also provided a massive library of magical knowledge enhanced by years of personal teaching by her solar powered sister, all the better.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
The trick was to focus on both plants and symbols related to plants.
Adam looked down at the seed. It... well, it was one of those 'helicopter' seeds from an Ash tree, the ones with a tail that let the seed twirl in the wind.
This also gave more surface area for the spells to be attached.
His left paw gently pressed the seed into surface of Mai's back, near the trunk of the giant 'Conversion' tree on her back.
Layers of power activated, attached, stabilized.
The first dozen layers had nothing to do with his current needs. Spells to gather energy, store it, to analyze itself, to create simulations, to create repair spells and direct them, to absorb or redirect impacts or energy that could damage this core.
The ball of light at the end was a mass of carefully balanced patterns. A stable, sphere platform that further charms and so forth could easily attach to safely.
Dragon had labeled it a 'Spell Seed', and he had nothing better to go with so... good enough.
He then felt Dragon take over the next thousand or so spells, each one tiny components that duplicated chips and pathways on circuit boards. He theoretically could do this himself, but Dragon was able to construct a spell circuit-board in real time without a template or schematic.
And... well, he didn't enjoy memorizing a dozen components and all that fiddly stuff. When this final product was done, the process would be saved and stored so future castings would be damned near automatic, but creation?
She was faster, enjoyed doing this, and honestly more reliable. Adam's programing had been better than any human, sure, but she was a god at this stuff. Didn't even need to accelerate her sense of time like he always had to.
He picked up control again as the external protective layers of spells began to assemble. Layers of energy absorption, of heat redirection, of sound displacement. Then layers of color, of spell shields, of sensor matrices.
And... done?
Adam blinked, glancing over at holographic Twilight and Nightmare Moon, who were looking over Dragon's shoulder at her screen. "I'll be honest, I am waiting for the explosion again."
Dragon shook her head. "No, we got it this time. The last issue was the outer protective layers accidentally connecting directly to the internal components. That feedback loop should be fixed. Probably."
He gave them a dry expression of solemn judgement. "Then why are you three over there behind the protective screens?"
They winced... but stayed behind the layers of spells. Dragon gave a weak smile. "Oh... just. Checking the readings. Got to be scientific about this, you know!"
Adam looked down at the pulsing ball of light. Which, thankfully, was NOT increasing in frequency. In fact, it seemed to be stabilizing. "Well, if this doesn't explode or began to collapse in an hour, then I think we have a solid success." Finally. This was one of his biggest 'To Do List' items that he wanted completed before leaving this Realm.
He paused. "Wait. What happens if the seed dies? Would this all... like boom?"
Nightmare Moon shook her head. "After it stabilizes, the seed could actually be removed safely. It would collapse a bit but the repair function would reconstruct the center using pure energy. Many spells act like that if done correctly, which is why seeds in this case would be considered a non-consumed spell reagent."
Hmm. "So I need the seed, or something similar enough, to get it going... but can reuse it for the next attempt?"
Twilight seemed to be the only one present not watching the mess of magic like a bomb. "I added a small set of maintenance spells near the core anyway. If they fail it would self replace, but just in case of strange issues they would ensure the seed remains viable for actual planting."
She paused seeing the amused looks of her female companions and blushed. "I like being a perfectionist. If I have a living component in a spell, I will ensure it is handled with care."
Adam watched the bulb of light slowly fading away... but not creating a rip in space or turning to cheese or something. "I... I think we actually got it right this time." No well timed comedic explosion? Hell yeah! "Yeah, I am sure it worked."
Dragon huffed. "Don't touch it. We wait the full time allotted no matter how safe it seems first. BEFORE trying to activate it."
Twilight glanced at the next scheduled experiments with a sigh. "I really want to try the upgraded 'drone' spell. I have some remote viewing stuff, but these things are far more impressive. I'm far too scared to cast it myself though, not after how many tries this 'Garden' thing has taken so far."
Adam tuned out the girls who were reviewing the test results and discussing how far along Twilight was getting with her customized spell slot system. It would only allow four saved spells so far, though she was trying to create a library of recorded items to 'load' into the slots at a later time. Like a wizard's spell book, basically.
He had known Squishy had made something like a game interface for the girls earlier, which the group had fallen in love with. And that she was even working on a similar setup for himself, which... well, it would be fine. But right now the feeling of casting all those tiny spell fragments himself was just so... satisfying.
It was likely a subtle reward system from magic itself, a burst of pleasure when a spell successfully activated. Or magic itself was a pervert, which just seemed to be common sense in this version of the world.
Leaning back, he left a small magical observation charm running for 'major change' and focused internally.
Squishy was preparing for a universal realm jump.
Now that they both KNEW how much realm travel sucked, they could prepare. Each charge for the last few days had been to enhance 'Harmony' and 'Growth' in very fundamental ways. Trying to tie together a theme that could withstand the consumption of the Void.
The next power to be created was still being debated, and the girls in his head had joined in the fun. Current race winner was the concept of 'Consume', to push growth and Harmony into a direction of adapting outside power and concepts into growth and understanding. Of gaining from the consumption of others.
That it would synergize well with 'Fire Manipulation', 'Conversion', and 'Transfer' was just icing on the cupcake. Even 'Technomancy' may benefit, if he consumed advanced technology. 'Recovery' would likely go nuts.
The other runner up choices (Aside from the sexual suggestions) involved trying to encapsulate magic itself... terms like 'Mana Manipulation' or 'Power Refinement' had been tossed about. In the end though, Squishy made several convincing arguments that eventually each power should be a more general concept.
As it was, she was concerned that 'Fire Manipulation' should eventually be refined into pure 'Manipulation'. It made sense, and was the most restricted of his Worm Powers... but she felt that it could collapse his Worm soul if a second stable option wasn't there to support it. Mostly because 'Manipulation' would meld so well 'Technomancy' and 'Research', that they all may collapse into a mess that would require Squishy to hide in a second soul to prevent problems.
And that would be... bad.
So, very carefully, he continued doing something very stupid as quietly as possible while the internal people were distracted by the current 'Make Technology out of Magic' project.
Transfer: Summon: Flame of the Abyss.
A fraction of a fraction of nothing burned the tree-shaped soul that Squishy was carefully working within. Fractions of power were burned away, while 'Recovery' tried variations of that small section of soul to find some pattern that could resist the corrosion.
His teeth clenched. At least this was only a bit painful. Like gripping a burning log. Not the 'lava is my blood' feeling from last time.
He wasn't sure when Narwhal had first noticed him doing this last night, but her hugging Squishy while they worked helped both stay calm. Well, after she stopped yelling about how he shouldn't burn his eternal soul. Which honestly was a good point, but he wasn't going to just jump in the multi-dimensional lava without slowly lowering himself in like an old man into the bath.
Learned that lesson.
Thankfully the tricks and methods discovered from the first jump made this far less painful and dangerous, and the results were much better than before. Just... constant fire damage. Directly on his soul.
He smiled at the girls who seemed comfortable enough with the 'Celestial Garden' spell to actually consider planting it in Mai like originally scheduled. In another hour or two. Probably.
Seriously, HE was willing to be this close to the stupid test area. They should really suck up that fear and get over the dozen or so explosive failures so far. THEY were just illusions, HE was the one who kept exploding into parts.
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- Location
- London
I prefer the consume option .....maybe I'm just a little bias largely due to the success of re:monster / tenses shitara slime campaigns. It would still synergize well with his already established skill set.
Fragnostic
Cheshire
- Location
- Neko City
Are we ignoring the part where Narwhal pervs out for most of the civilized time in Worm?
This is just more pronounced because of the contrast with the setting - a girls show.
Also, these ponies are more in tune with their primal instincts, which we primates love to suppress.
And testing powers in a forest... it happened in Worm and in MLP... methinks it will also happen next jump if there are any forests available.
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Ridiculously Average Guy
I'm you, but stronger
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Eh. It was more forgivable when it was a noteably erotic character within the bounds of worm, and Dragon who spends enough time with her to be shaped by it. Even then it was getting kinda tedious as weakly humorous slice of life overtook the powerstuff and general interaction.
Here, it's every adult female character in a show about friendship and an orgy in his soul. Like I get that it's the author's fetish or whatever but it feels distasteful.
Gains from the MLP universe, and the idea of Realms affecting personalities.
- Location
- Here
An entire universe where 'Friendship is Magic' combined with 'Peace and Harmony'.
And while Adam hasn't run into her, there is an Alicorn of Love. Love itself made a goddess.
So... pure magic causing arousal, and magic in general encouraging more perfect forms... There was a plot related reason for the incidents.
Just to state it more obviously: This world allowed hiding the soul, protecting the unconscious mind, preventing emotional detection, biological magic organ creation, a massive amount of current and past magical knowledge gained, and the ability to create high level magical artificial intelligences that sync with the outside world on demand.
So... some gains.
What we are REALLY lucky about is that Adam got those girls away from the perverted eldritch forest fast enough. And that Discord is either busy, doesn't want to visit, or is lazying around with Fluttershy. Somewhere.
So two points here I guess. I like subverting expectations, and two big ones in these type of overpowered stories include 'bad guy/s are ALSO stronger now!' and 'We will never go beyond handholding' or 'relationships are pointless cause I travel.'
Slice of life allows for a different type of development than the 'hit faster' norm. Even in real life, people with very dangerous jobs or tasks can have trouble adjusting to civilian life. I won't avoid conflict forever, but I don't want Bonesaw'ed Lung/Whatever hybrids to just pop up without causality.
Also, I stand by the idea that people can have strange unusual erotic dreams. Especially when high on pony realm pervert magic while feeling alone in a new world and with a magical brain replacement for the first time.
And while Adam hasn't run into her, there is an Alicorn of Love. Love itself made a goddess.
So... pure magic causing arousal, and magic in general encouraging more perfect forms... There was a plot related reason for the incidents.
Just to state it more obviously: This world allowed hiding the soul, protecting the unconscious mind, preventing emotional detection, biological magic organ creation, a massive amount of current and past magical knowledge gained, and the ability to create high level magical artificial intelligences that sync with the outside world on demand.
So... some gains.
What we are REALLY lucky about is that Adam got those girls away from the perverted eldritch forest fast enough. And that Discord is either busy, doesn't want to visit, or is lazying around with Fluttershy. Somewhere.
So two points here I guess. I like subverting expectations, and two big ones in these type of overpowered stories include 'bad guy/s are ALSO stronger now!' and 'We will never go beyond handholding' or 'relationships are pointless cause I travel.'
Slice of life allows for a different type of development than the 'hit faster' norm. Even in real life, people with very dangerous jobs or tasks can have trouble adjusting to civilian life. I won't avoid conflict forever, but I don't want Bonesaw'ed Lung/Whatever hybrids to just pop up without causality.
Also, I stand by the idea that people can have strange unusual erotic dreams. Especially when high on pony realm pervert magic while feeling alone in a new world and with a magical brain replacement for the first time.
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- Newcastle
Its funny one part of me wants you to hurry up back to the worm world or to the next one if that is what you are going to do, but the other half of me is enjoying this too much and wants this to continue for a while longer.
Is it bad that I want our tree house/dog/kaiju/club to eat the chaos god (whose name I can't remember atm) if only to scar/scare the shit out of him?
Truck-Sama
An adventure awaits...
- Location
- USA
So what is the next universe they are jumping to if not back to Worm? We have a superpowers universe, a magic universe, I guess it's time for a pure sci-fi universe where he mucks everything with his powers.
Also on the topic of his soul sockets previously when mentioned it yous aid one focusing on biological only, with his path and concept abilities i'm assuming he's going to Starcraft since he is basically a more peaceful zerg at this point.
Also on the topic of his soul sockets previously when mentioned it yous aid one focusing on biological only, with his path and concept abilities i'm assuming he's going to Starcraft since he is basically a more peaceful zerg at this point.
Fragnostic
Cheshire
- Location
- Neko City
Q? Datcord? Discord!
It's John De Lancie.
And magic makes it all comp- err, I mean it's a good psychic equivalent.
- Location
- Canada
I actually find your writing to perfectly straddle the line between suggestive and explicit without crossing over in a very well written way. Granted, I do also enjoy extremely explicit writing, so I find this a nice change of pace. Anyway, love the writing and looking forward to more.
My Soul Burns for You!
- Location
- Here
The original idea was to wait a couple of weeks for the new Celestial Garden to prove itself stable, now that Mai's giant body was combined with the spell based computer. It would ensure that Adam leaving the dimension would not threaten Mai's stability or abilities, while this Realm which was so filled with magic would slowly adjust the spell hardware to better fit the giant clubhouse.
Well, that was Adam's plan at least.
Two days later however, both Twilight's had pushed him into her 'Science Dungeon' and hooked him up to dozens of wires for his new (And likely last) power from this Realm.
Squishy had determined that three powers was the minimum possible to ensure a stable soul, and even then it required his Worm soul as a base support. So.
Adam glanced at the crowd. All his mind population was out, including Narwhal who was in a 'support cuddle' with Dragon in the corner. The foals were still grounded, but Princess Luna had shown up... and was trying to ignore Nightmare Moon's section of the lab.
With a deep, calming breath...
"Consume."
His MLP soul twisted, before the trunk gained a hideous fang filled mouth. There was no face like the trees from the Everfree Forest, but the darkness within the jaws was absolute.
Now for the test, the one that should speed up his departure time by leaps and bounds if successful.
"Transfer: Summon: Flame of the Abyss."
Wincing at the pain, he focused.
"Consume: Refine: Soul Reduction."
His souls were... developing with his powers and actions over time. His initial core socket and soul from Worm still was a beautiful Fishbowl that Squishy was currently working from.
His new soul socket was a tree. Rich black wood trunk, glowing blue moss covered roots, bight blue tentacle leaves reaching toward the sun. Normally a glow fire of magic consumed the mass of soul material.
But now that flame burned empty.
A hungry, undefined color slashed the blue magic away, engulfing the tree entirely.
Oh. He was screaming. Well, it was expected.
'Recovery' was already enabled, and 'Growth' had replaced 'Consume' in the active slot for the tree itself.
It was... just. Just barely enough.
Roots twisted, grew, burned, screamed in pain.
Bark black as night was flaking into ash, exposing glossy surfaces below even as the decay spread.
Nearly all the blue tentacles had vanished, even as new ones thrust themselves into the pain and flames.
Thankfully, purified magic was being funneled into his soul by Mai. Unlike before, the added power was enabling him to recover fast enough that the damage was not able to build up as quickly.
After all, the damage he took when arriving to this world was fatal to almost anyone or anything else. Only Adam's twisted eldritch body and empowered soul had allowed such a dangerous journey. That said, this new ability was almost as dangerous, even if his new abilities mitigated the issues.
'Recovery' was burning power while 'Growth' was consuming magic, and his tree burned.
Good, his air ran out. Screaming was annoying.
Well, his soul tree now had a mouth that was ALSO screaming, but that was more an internal problem really.
His tree soul was hollow, as Squishy lived inside when visiting. But every other surface seemed to be bubbling as it burned, regrew, and adapted. The solid black bark was developing complicated runes of various species of wood and languages. The roots no longer followed the normal set of dimensions, but seemed to twist and twirl outside of normal vision.
The tentacles were struggling. Some grew short, thick, and dense. Others thin, long, and with rapid regeneration. And the strangest were the ones made from darkness, or light, or illusion.
He was glad the girls were recording this, because he was REALLY to distracted to take notes.
Squishy was... just keeping watch for now. Too likely the entire structure could pop or allow the flames to intrude inside for now, and this was AFTER a few days of passive soul refinement using just the Abyss flames alone.
Magic was... odd.
Unlike science, Magic had opinions. It was why this world didn't have mass production, because if you made a fun gadget to dry hair, it could turn into a gadget to dry bears without ponies noticing.
So this realm encouraged individual pieces of art rather than massive distributions of basic tools. It was why one of a kind magical devices didn't get duplicated a dozen times to protect the kingdom.
Make a giant ward stone to protect a kingdom? Fine. Make two? One may adopt the other, and splitting them apart could break them both. Or they may destroy the weaker and become stronger. Or one could just vanish.
This made new abilities in his soul dangerous if too... weak. All his abilities had to be on similar levels of conceptual power to safely exist side by side.
As he grit his wooden teeth, he felt Squishy carefully adjusting what little could be controlled in the burning half of his soul. Unlike the powers in his Worm Fishbowl, the Tree (as it was rapidly becoming more than a regular plant now) was constantly interacting with the three power sets generated.
Even without being socketed, 'Growth' was pushing 'Harmony' while 'Consume' was converting runoff energy into new resources for 'Growth', 'Harmony' was refining the interactions between the three as they developed, and 'Consume' was taking all the energy and power that Squishy was now hiding from the world and funneling it into the Tree itself.
He still couldn't access the abilities without socketing one individually, but unlike his Worm powers these were just... influencing each other. Growing.
Ah. Thankfully Squishy has enough control of the situation that Adam was allowed to black out from pain now.
Seriously, this crap hurts.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Narwhal clutched Dragon closer, trying not to distract the frantically talking ponies from their notes. This was the Cyborg version, the other Dragon was right there in the mess trying to record and understand it all.
She had seen horrible things over the years. Well, not her, but her 'sister'. Friends dying in battle, good people cut down by sickness or ambush. The travesties and horrors and crime-scenes.
Somehow watching her boyfriend writhe in gray flames, trying to scream... it was worse than she expected.
She whispered. "How long must he do this?"
Dragon sighed. "He's been doing a slower version of this for days now. Theoretically this will hurt less than experiencing that for literally weeks on end." She also winced when something snapped in the wolf's back. "And... he is going for a higher level of refinement than what he went through getting here in the first place."
Narwhal's eyes widened. "WHAT! Why!? It nearly killed him to get here!"
Dragon nodded with a sigh, illusions showing her details and graphs. "And unlike before, this time he will be carrying passengers, fully developed soul travelers. Before, he only had to worry about Squishy and an undeveloped Mai. Now?"
She winced. Mai wasn't exactly staying, she was leaving a copy. Like cloning yourself. The option had been open to everyone, but only mental-Twilight had considered it before passing it up.
And Adam had a tendency to just... take all the responsibility. Not that he was in the wrong here, if Adam's soul became splintered enough to allow her and the others pain then his soul would be heavily damaged too.
Her eyes drifted back to the bonfire and his twisting corpse. This was just... painful. "I still don't know why we couldn't disconnect his nerves or something. Why does it have to hurt like this?"
Dragon sighed. "I got lost in the magic involved, but Nightmare Moon basically said that disconnecting the feelings of the soul from a being was the same as destroying those sections of the soul. It... The soul just is not meant to be disabled. At all. Any changes, good or bad, have to be done while it is intact and stable."
The lump burned. "If he stopped feeling the pain, it would only be by killing sections of who he was. Many soul related magics that Moon knows of caused the user to go mad for exactly that reason. Because the unicorns involved didn't wish to feel pain, and paid a heavy price to avoid it."
Narwhal just... watched. "But he is killing himself."
Dragon frowned. "No, this is just... enforced self modification. Souls change over time anyway, but right now he is allowing the weakest and most extraneous sections to feel pressure. Tempering."
With a sigh, she went back to the numbers. "Basically, it is like Soul Boot Camp. Done correctly, it hurts, you hate the person doing it, but you come out strong and centered. Hopefully. Honestly the idea doesn't hold up, but I have no words for this."
Princess Luna had moved over to the two Twilight's and her 'evil twin', offering what little help she could to the interpretation. Surprisingly her knowledge of eldritch species and night terrors was helping the analysis a lot.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Adam woke... oddly.
He was currently a pile of twigs.
Blue fire covered, black twigs. With bits of blue moss randomly left on top.
It was strange.
'Recovery' was still active. So was 'Growth'.
It just... was fine with him like this. The magic was stable, his individual parts were fully repaired. Technically, he was healed.
Just... in a pile.
Stretching his non-existent back and spine suddenly caused the splinters of material to swirl upwards. Black claws sunk into the floor as black vines twisted around black branches. Even as his torso began to form together a carpet of blue moss began growing over the black lumber.
With a loud crackle and snap, his jaws reformed and clamped shut, his eyes popping into solid crystal with bright blue flames dancing within.
He twisted, checking his new tail and legs.
Yikes. Retract the black thorns. They were tiny, but something deadly was glistening on them. Teeth? Eugh. Something hollow with a nasty surprise inside. And wasn't this moss dangerous as well?
It took two more checks before all the subtle dangers on his body were settled into something soft, fluffy, and 'Not Deadly' again.
He looked over at the surprised crowd, catching the Twilight's eyes. "That. Was. Unpleasant." Another shake loosened the blue moss and let the wood separate slightly. Better. "What did Squishy say? Did I make progress?"
Oh, that didn't bode well. The less hesitant Nightmare Moon sighed. "Squishy says that one session of refinement took you over the 35% completion mark. Unless you want to lower your safety standards, at least two more passes are required."
He didn't hide the wince well. "Right. Did she give any guesses on refining the Worm soul? I still need to hit another Realm to get time travel data."
Outer-Twilight raised a hoof. "Well, aside from the... pain issue... Everything went better than expected. Only one pass of the main soul is needed, technically half of one if you could pull that off."
Adam groaned. This method already showed that the only way to STOP the abyss flames was to wait for them to burn themselves out. And he had ALREADY used the minimum amount possible. "So... three more times in total. Just. Great."
Pinkie Pie popped out from behind Narwhal and Dragon's cuddle couch. Because of course she did. "Ooh! Ooh! You should have chicken soup! I heard it's good for your soul."
Everyone flinched before checking to make sure Fluttershy wasn't nearby to hear the pink pony suggest killing and consuming one of her animal friends. Thankfully the coast was clear.
Adam tried to give her an appreciative look. "Thank you, but I want to avoid eating any meat until I am back in a world where animals can't talk. And hopefully aren't smart enough to know we plan on consuming them as folktale remedies." He looked down at his wooden torso. "And uh. Until I have a meat body again."
Thankfully the other girls distracted the party pony long enough for 'Science!' to continue. Adam relaxed on the nearest couch, trying to psyche himself up to the further refinements needed to travel safely in the abyss.
In the mean time he tried to relax and mentally went back over the culinary magic he picked up from Granny Smith. Some of these spells could be nasty if used during a fight.
Well, that was Adam's plan at least.
Two days later however, both Twilight's had pushed him into her 'Science Dungeon' and hooked him up to dozens of wires for his new (And likely last) power from this Realm.
Squishy had determined that three powers was the minimum possible to ensure a stable soul, and even then it required his Worm soul as a base support. So.
Adam glanced at the crowd. All his mind population was out, including Narwhal who was in a 'support cuddle' with Dragon in the corner. The foals were still grounded, but Princess Luna had shown up... and was trying to ignore Nightmare Moon's section of the lab.
With a deep, calming breath...
"Consume."
His MLP soul twisted, before the trunk gained a hideous fang filled mouth. There was no face like the trees from the Everfree Forest, but the darkness within the jaws was absolute.
Now for the test, the one that should speed up his departure time by leaps and bounds if successful.
"Transfer: Summon: Flame of the Abyss."
Wincing at the pain, he focused.
"Consume: Refine: Soul Reduction."
His souls were... developing with his powers and actions over time. His initial core socket and soul from Worm still was a beautiful Fishbowl that Squishy was currently working from.
His new soul socket was a tree. Rich black wood trunk, glowing blue moss covered roots, bight blue tentacle leaves reaching toward the sun. Normally a glow fire of magic consumed the mass of soul material.
But now that flame burned empty.
A hungry, undefined color slashed the blue magic away, engulfing the tree entirely.
Oh. He was screaming. Well, it was expected.
'Recovery' was already enabled, and 'Growth' had replaced 'Consume' in the active slot for the tree itself.
It was... just. Just barely enough.
Roots twisted, grew, burned, screamed in pain.
Bark black as night was flaking into ash, exposing glossy surfaces below even as the decay spread.
Nearly all the blue tentacles had vanished, even as new ones thrust themselves into the pain and flames.
Thankfully, purified magic was being funneled into his soul by Mai. Unlike before, the added power was enabling him to recover fast enough that the damage was not able to build up as quickly.
After all, the damage he took when arriving to this world was fatal to almost anyone or anything else. Only Adam's twisted eldritch body and empowered soul had allowed such a dangerous journey. That said, this new ability was almost as dangerous, even if his new abilities mitigated the issues.
'Recovery' was burning power while 'Growth' was consuming magic, and his tree burned.
Good, his air ran out. Screaming was annoying.
Well, his soul tree now had a mouth that was ALSO screaming, but that was more an internal problem really.
His tree soul was hollow, as Squishy lived inside when visiting. But every other surface seemed to be bubbling as it burned, regrew, and adapted. The solid black bark was developing complicated runes of various species of wood and languages. The roots no longer followed the normal set of dimensions, but seemed to twist and twirl outside of normal vision.
The tentacles were struggling. Some grew short, thick, and dense. Others thin, long, and with rapid regeneration. And the strangest were the ones made from darkness, or light, or illusion.
He was glad the girls were recording this, because he was REALLY to distracted to take notes.
Squishy was... just keeping watch for now. Too likely the entire structure could pop or allow the flames to intrude inside for now, and this was AFTER a few days of passive soul refinement using just the Abyss flames alone.
Magic was... odd.
Unlike science, Magic had opinions. It was why this world didn't have mass production, because if you made a fun gadget to dry hair, it could turn into a gadget to dry bears without ponies noticing.
So this realm encouraged individual pieces of art rather than massive distributions of basic tools. It was why one of a kind magical devices didn't get duplicated a dozen times to protect the kingdom.
Make a giant ward stone to protect a kingdom? Fine. Make two? One may adopt the other, and splitting them apart could break them both. Or they may destroy the weaker and become stronger. Or one could just vanish.
This made new abilities in his soul dangerous if too... weak. All his abilities had to be on similar levels of conceptual power to safely exist side by side.
As he grit his wooden teeth, he felt Squishy carefully adjusting what little could be controlled in the burning half of his soul. Unlike the powers in his Worm Fishbowl, the Tree (as it was rapidly becoming more than a regular plant now) was constantly interacting with the three power sets generated.
Even without being socketed, 'Growth' was pushing 'Harmony' while 'Consume' was converting runoff energy into new resources for 'Growth', 'Harmony' was refining the interactions between the three as they developed, and 'Consume' was taking all the energy and power that Squishy was now hiding from the world and funneling it into the Tree itself.
He still couldn't access the abilities without socketing one individually, but unlike his Worm powers these were just... influencing each other. Growing.
Ah. Thankfully Squishy has enough control of the situation that Adam was allowed to black out from pain now.
Seriously, this crap hurts.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Narwhal clutched Dragon closer, trying not to distract the frantically talking ponies from their notes. This was the Cyborg version, the other Dragon was right there in the mess trying to record and understand it all.
She had seen horrible things over the years. Well, not her, but her 'sister'. Friends dying in battle, good people cut down by sickness or ambush. The travesties and horrors and crime-scenes.
Somehow watching her boyfriend writhe in gray flames, trying to scream... it was worse than she expected.
She whispered. "How long must he do this?"
Dragon sighed. "He's been doing a slower version of this for days now. Theoretically this will hurt less than experiencing that for literally weeks on end." She also winced when something snapped in the wolf's back. "And... he is going for a higher level of refinement than what he went through getting here in the first place."
Narwhal's eyes widened. "WHAT! Why!? It nearly killed him to get here!"
Dragon nodded with a sigh, illusions showing her details and graphs. "And unlike before, this time he will be carrying passengers, fully developed soul travelers. Before, he only had to worry about Squishy and an undeveloped Mai. Now?"
She winced. Mai wasn't exactly staying, she was leaving a copy. Like cloning yourself. The option had been open to everyone, but only mental-Twilight had considered it before passing it up.
And Adam had a tendency to just... take all the responsibility. Not that he was in the wrong here, if Adam's soul became splintered enough to allow her and the others pain then his soul would be heavily damaged too.
Her eyes drifted back to the bonfire and his twisting corpse. This was just... painful. "I still don't know why we couldn't disconnect his nerves or something. Why does it have to hurt like this?"
Dragon sighed. "I got lost in the magic involved, but Nightmare Moon basically said that disconnecting the feelings of the soul from a being was the same as destroying those sections of the soul. It... The soul just is not meant to be disabled. At all. Any changes, good or bad, have to be done while it is intact and stable."
The lump burned. "If he stopped feeling the pain, it would only be by killing sections of who he was. Many soul related magics that Moon knows of caused the user to go mad for exactly that reason. Because the unicorns involved didn't wish to feel pain, and paid a heavy price to avoid it."
Narwhal just... watched. "But he is killing himself."
Dragon frowned. "No, this is just... enforced self modification. Souls change over time anyway, but right now he is allowing the weakest and most extraneous sections to feel pressure. Tempering."
With a sigh, she went back to the numbers. "Basically, it is like Soul Boot Camp. Done correctly, it hurts, you hate the person doing it, but you come out strong and centered. Hopefully. Honestly the idea doesn't hold up, but I have no words for this."
Princess Luna had moved over to the two Twilight's and her 'evil twin', offering what little help she could to the interpretation. Surprisingly her knowledge of eldritch species and night terrors was helping the analysis a lot.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Adam woke... oddly.
He was currently a pile of twigs.
Blue fire covered, black twigs. With bits of blue moss randomly left on top.
It was strange.
'Recovery' was still active. So was 'Growth'.
It just... was fine with him like this. The magic was stable, his individual parts were fully repaired. Technically, he was healed.
Just... in a pile.
Stretching his non-existent back and spine suddenly caused the splinters of material to swirl upwards. Black claws sunk into the floor as black vines twisted around black branches. Even as his torso began to form together a carpet of blue moss began growing over the black lumber.
With a loud crackle and snap, his jaws reformed and clamped shut, his eyes popping into solid crystal with bright blue flames dancing within.
He twisted, checking his new tail and legs.
Yikes. Retract the black thorns. They were tiny, but something deadly was glistening on them. Teeth? Eugh. Something hollow with a nasty surprise inside. And wasn't this moss dangerous as well?
It took two more checks before all the subtle dangers on his body were settled into something soft, fluffy, and 'Not Deadly' again.
He looked over at the surprised crowd, catching the Twilight's eyes. "That. Was. Unpleasant." Another shake loosened the blue moss and let the wood separate slightly. Better. "What did Squishy say? Did I make progress?"
Oh, that didn't bode well. The less hesitant Nightmare Moon sighed. "Squishy says that one session of refinement took you over the 35% completion mark. Unless you want to lower your safety standards, at least two more passes are required."
He didn't hide the wince well. "Right. Did she give any guesses on refining the Worm soul? I still need to hit another Realm to get time travel data."
Outer-Twilight raised a hoof. "Well, aside from the... pain issue... Everything went better than expected. Only one pass of the main soul is needed, technically half of one if you could pull that off."
Adam groaned. This method already showed that the only way to STOP the abyss flames was to wait for them to burn themselves out. And he had ALREADY used the minimum amount possible. "So... three more times in total. Just. Great."
Pinkie Pie popped out from behind Narwhal and Dragon's cuddle couch. Because of course she did. "Ooh! Ooh! You should have chicken soup! I heard it's good for your soul."
Everyone flinched before checking to make sure Fluttershy wasn't nearby to hear the pink pony suggest killing and consuming one of her animal friends. Thankfully the coast was clear.
Adam tried to give her an appreciative look. "Thank you, but I want to avoid eating any meat until I am back in a world where animals can't talk. And hopefully aren't smart enough to know we plan on consuming them as folktale remedies." He looked down at his wooden torso. "And uh. Until I have a meat body again."
Thankfully the other girls distracted the party pony long enough for 'Science!' to continue. Adam relaxed on the nearest couch, trying to psyche himself up to the further refinements needed to travel safely in the abyss.
In the mean time he tried to relax and mentally went back over the culinary magic he picked up from Granny Smith. Some of these spells could be nasty if used during a fight.
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This story is leaning way too much into sadism... or maybe masochism, given the amount of sexual insinuations.
Either way, too much agony for my tastes. Magic does not have to make sense, but I don't have to like or want to read a guy burn his soul multiple times... for reasons I don't get really.
P.S. Just realized you are author of Core Threads. It is one of the better HP stories I've read. Been a while since I read it, but I feel like it is the same issue. The idea is great, the actual writing is fine, good grammar I like the style and such... but I feel like you don't really have a goal or direction for the story. So they kinda loose momentum. And sometimes it feels like it is just words written to fill out the space until you figure out what to do next...
Either way, too much agony for my tastes. Magic does not have to make sense, but I don't have to like or want to read a guy burn his soul multiple times... for reasons I don't get really.
P.S. Just realized you are author of Core Threads. It is one of the better HP stories I've read. Been a while since I read it, but I feel like it is the same issue. The idea is great, the actual writing is fine, good grammar I like the style and such... but I feel like you don't really have a goal or direction for the story. So they kinda loose momentum. And sometimes it feels like it is just words written to fill out the space until you figure out what to do next...
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Well is interesting the body modification part, at least soon it will come the silly stuff.
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