Smuggler's Toy
Slot 2
Winning Bid - $---Bitshift
CompletedAverage turnaround: 6D
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Artist Info
-Auction is for the character in blue.
-SB: $20
-Male only
-Pony or Unicorn (Pegasus is coming! But not yet.)
-All pieces will be inked and colored. $60 and above gets simple shading and highlights as well.
ETA: 2 weeks
Smuggler's Toy:
There was a crash of glass, shards sparkling as they tumbled to the floor of the subterranean warehouse. A moment later a pony followed after them, a mass of awkwardly flailing limbs, hitting the floor with a heavy thud. Slowly, painfully, the pony picked himself off the floor, pulling the hoverboard from his back to check for damage. Discovering that it had taken the fall better than he had, he gave a happy laugh and set off into the warehouse.
Hoverpunking was expensive. The boards alone were a year's salary for most, and that was before mods. And since pulling a salary would go against the carefully crafted ethos of the lifestyle, other sources of income had to be found. One of the most reliable was stealing from one of the countless small-time smuggling gangs in the city. Stealing from criminals meant the Civil Authority wouldn't get involved, and most of the gangs weren't especially vigilant or well-organized. Give the guards something to distract them, and you were in.
The first few crates were a bust, but somewhere around six or seven the hoverpunk found what he was looking for. A whole package of AL-505 chips, their thousand leads sparkling in his mouth-held light. Very valuable, and very SMALL, which he would need if he was getting out that window again. There was probably better stuff here, but none of it this portable. He snapped the case closed, turning to leave.
A hoof sprung from the darkness behind him, and before he could react it was pressed against his mouth, pulling him back against a pony that felt much stronger than him. Two guards then. As he struggled, he noticed the hoof against his snout wasn't empty. He could feel the synthglass of a small container, missing its top, and smell something wafting up from it, filling his nostrils. Something familiar. Shit.
He struggled harder, starting to kick, but the grip didn't weaken, and already the cloying chemical scent was doing its work.
"Think you've had enough adventures for t'day. Time to relax."
He already was, whether he wanted to or not. Muscle loosening, breath slowing, tension slipping away. The desperate struggle faded away in an instant as his body sank into the deep, soothing warmth and pulled his mind with it. Knowledge of what was about to happen gave him only a few extra seconds of resistance before he was under, deep in that wonderful warmth. All his thoughts, all his worries, nearly everything in his mind drained away, and suddenly everything was much easier, much simpler. Nothing to worry about. Nothing to think about. Just float in the warm haze. A dull smile spread over his face.
The other pony released his grip, stepping back. His prey swayed a moment, but remained standing, staring blankly, blissfully ahead, his half-lidded eyes glowing in the dim light, the final effect of the drug. The guard plucked the hoverboard from the oblivious pony, then circled in front to face him.
"Feelin' good?"
The punk smiled wider. "Yeeeeaaahh." He had never know it was possible to feel this good. His eyes fluttered down a little, and he noticed the growing stallionhood between the guard's legs. He had no ability or desire to control the feelings running through him as he blankly stared at it, tongue hanging out as his own length started to harden, hanging hot and heavy, and as limp as the rest of him.
"Ready to have some fun?" The punk nodded slowly, eyes never leaving the cock.
"Can ya' do as yer told?" Another smiling nod. "Good. Follow me."
The guard turned and started to walk, and the punk followed blankly behind him, the case of loot forgotten on the floor as they disappeared into the depths of the warehouse.
-SB: $20
-Male only
-Pony or Unicorn (Pegasus is coming! But not yet.)
-All pieces will be inked and colored. $60 and above gets simple shading and highlights as well.
ETA: 2 weeks
Smuggler's Toy:
There was a crash of glass, shards sparkling as they tumbled to the floor of the subterranean warehouse. A moment later a pony followed after them, a mass of awkwardly flailing limbs, hitting the floor with a heavy thud. Slowly, painfully, the pony picked himself off the floor, pulling the hoverboard from his back to check for damage. Discovering that it had taken the fall better than he had, he gave a happy laugh and set off into the warehouse.
Hoverpunking was expensive. The boards alone were a year's salary for most, and that was before mods. And since pulling a salary would go against the carefully crafted ethos of the lifestyle, other sources of income had to be found. One of the most reliable was stealing from one of the countless small-time smuggling gangs in the city. Stealing from criminals meant the Civil Authority wouldn't get involved, and most of the gangs weren't especially vigilant or well-organized. Give the guards something to distract them, and you were in.
The first few crates were a bust, but somewhere around six or seven the hoverpunk found what he was looking for. A whole package of AL-505 chips, their thousand leads sparkling in his mouth-held light. Very valuable, and very SMALL, which he would need if he was getting out that window again. There was probably better stuff here, but none of it this portable. He snapped the case closed, turning to leave.
A hoof sprung from the darkness behind him, and before he could react it was pressed against his mouth, pulling him back against a pony that felt much stronger than him. Two guards then. As he struggled, he noticed the hoof against his snout wasn't empty. He could feel the synthglass of a small container, missing its top, and smell something wafting up from it, filling his nostrils. Something familiar. Shit.
He struggled harder, starting to kick, but the grip didn't weaken, and already the cloying chemical scent was doing its work.
"Think you've had enough adventures for t'day. Time to relax."
He already was, whether he wanted to or not. Muscle loosening, breath slowing, tension slipping away. The desperate struggle faded away in an instant as his body sank into the deep, soothing warmth and pulled his mind with it. Knowledge of what was about to happen gave him only a few extra seconds of resistance before he was under, deep in that wonderful warmth. All his thoughts, all his worries, nearly everything in his mind drained away, and suddenly everything was much easier, much simpler. Nothing to worry about. Nothing to think about. Just float in the warm haze. A dull smile spread over his face.
The other pony released his grip, stepping back. His prey swayed a moment, but remained standing, staring blankly, blissfully ahead, his half-lidded eyes glowing in the dim light, the final effect of the drug. The guard plucked the hoverboard from the oblivious pony, then circled in front to face him.
"Feelin' good?"
The punk smiled wider. "Yeeeeaaahh." He had never know it was possible to feel this good. His eyes fluttered down a little, and he noticed the growing stallionhood between the guard's legs. He had no ability or desire to control the feelings running through him as he blankly stared at it, tongue hanging out as his own length started to harden, hanging hot and heavy, and as limp as the rest of him.
"Ready to have some fun?" The punk nodded slowly, eyes never leaving the cock.
"Can ya' do as yer told?" Another smiling nod. "Good. Follow me."
The guard turned and started to walk, and the punk followed blankly behind him, the case of loot forgotten on the floor as they disappeared into the depths of the warehouse.
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4 Comments
kcemor
Are both slots for the blue character?
4/7/2020 5:26 am
Bitshift
They are, yes.
4/7/2020 9:17 am
DJ4D
Just a curiosity what character would be in the other slot?
4/7/2020 11:29 pm
Bitshift
The one pictured. His name's Dust Up. Created him for this pic, though I may reuse him again as needed. I'm gradually building a group of characters for the pieces I do, so it's not just a bunch of generic ponies.
4/7/2020 11:35 pm