Gamer Pony (oc, short)(cancelled)


                                            >Be gamerpon

                                            >Be the saltier than a salt lick on a hot day

                                            >Nobody ever goes healer

                                            >EVER

                                            >You are so sick of the full dps roster with no tanks

                                            >You slap on your mic and go into team chat to yell at your teammates to get off Hoofso and Pankrat

                                            >Just as you're about to tell them to choke on your lijiang tower, a masculine voice echoes over the line.

                                            >"I guess I'll play healer."

                                            >You pause, dumbstruck

                                            "A-Are you a colt? Playing Ponywatch?"

                                            >"Yeah...?"

                                            >Your heart started beating fast

                                            >Oh sun, why did this make you nervous

                                            >You lock in your main, hoping to look cool this game

                                            >Time to reap

                                            >"Really...?"

                                            >Oh fuck, you said that out loud

                                            >You blush, thankful he can't see you

                                            >At least you can make up for it once the round starts

                                            >You fidget in your seat, and bite your lip as the timer counts from 5

                                            >Maybe if you're good, he’ll give you his gamertag


                                            >Be gamerpon

                                            >You are doing terrible

                                            >Like holy hell, 1 and 10 K/D terrible

                                            >The enemy had a Fillymaker on their team and she was totes using an aimbot

                                            >A shot wizzed past your head, painting a red line to her perch

                                            >...

                                            >A subtle aimbot


                                            >You peek the corner only to get a shot to the dome

                                            "FUCK!"

                                            >You get ready to yell 'NO HEALZ' when you remember it was that cute colt playing healer this game.

                                            >Now that your post death rage had settled, you recall he'd actually healed you a lot this game.

                                            >Saved your butt several times and you'd even got him killed by not protecting him from the enemy Whinny-ston.

                                            >You grumble, that nervous feeling in your stomach coming back again

                                            >He didn’t say much this whole game.

                                            >It’d be nice if he talked to you a bit more.

                                            >”Hey, DickVice420?”

                                            >You jerked upright

                                            ”Yes! I mean…”

                                            >You cleared your throat

                                            “Sup”


                                            >”We’re probably not going to win this one. Do you mind if we swap roles? I’ve been trying to relearn damage heroes on this version of the game.”

                                            “N-No, not at all.”

                                            >You did mind.

                                            >Healer was for shitty players.

                                            >You were much more of a Warhorse76 or McColt kind of gal, with a bit of Reins-hardt when you felt like tanking.

                                            >But hey, you were definitely going to lose at this rate, so might as well let the colt try to do something

                                            >Doing your best to ignore the your team’s attack Dastion typing ‘gold damage lol’ in chat, you scrolled over the support heroes.

                                            >You couldn’t Hoovesio for your life so that meant Mare-cy.

                                            >Anon01 spawned in next to you after his death and swapped over to Geld-ji.

                                            >You grimace as he walks out of spawn, you following along with your husbando healer.

                                            “Um, are you sure about that character? She’s kinda hard. Maybe do Warhorse76 or Roadhorse.”

                                            >”Nah, this is the one I’m most comfortable with.”

                                            >...

                                            >You grumble and powerboost the cyberpony as he goes in move the paycart.

                                            >Oh well, it was a loss either way.


                                            >Be gamerpon

                                            >VICTORY flashes in front of your screen and you lean back, mouth dropped nearly to the floor.

                                            >He was… a monster…

                                            >There was no other way to describe it.

                                            >You couldn’t even keep up with him and he tore the enemy to pieces

                                            >You didn’t even know that character was capable of that.

                                            >The text chat went wild

                                            [blizz plz nerf]

                                            [that hero. so broken lol. Can’t even win without ult.]

                                            [Gee whiz! That was fun. Good playing!]

                                            [How’d I end up with silver damage?]


                                            >“Hey.”

                                            “H-Hey.”

                                            >Say something more you idiot!

                                            “You did amazing. I think gamer colts are really hot”

                                            >WHY

                                            >You had to stop yourself from slamming your head on your desk, but he didn’t scoff or tell you to fuck off.

                                            >He just laughed… in a nice way too.

                                            “You didn’t do too bad yourself. You knew when to fly to me and everything. On point rez’s too. Saved my butt quite a few times. Are you a healer main? I could really use a healer I can rely on once I go into competitive mode.”

                                            >Your heart skipped.

                                            >He was… asking you to play with him?

                                            >You hesitated, looking across all the skins you’d bought for damage characters and how neglected all your supports had been.

                                            >Still… with him you’d actually had a lot of fun doing support.

                                            >It was like cheering on your favorite sports hero and it helping them win, while you exchanged friendly banter.

                                            >Your tail swished behind you and you subconsciously felt a small smile forming.


                                            “I’ll heal for you.”


                                            >”Awesome.”

                                            [new friend invite]

                                            >Guess you were a healslut now

                                            >For a colt

                                            >...

                                            >L-Lewd


                                            >You chuckled to yourself as you queued up alongside this strange gamer stallion

                                            >Oh well

                                            >Damage dealing was getting boring anyways


                                            --


                                            >Be Gamerpon.

                                            >Your stomach felt like it was doing flips as you walked the convention center’s merch floor, taking constant, nervous sips from your Dr Pony.

                                            >Somewhere among all these virgin mares and slutty cosplaying colts was your dps partner.

                                            >Who happened to be a guy.

                                            >I mean… no big deal really.

                                            >He was just a friend.

                                            >An internet friend.

                                            >Your ears go back and you groan.

                                            >Oh, who were you kidding.

                                            >You had a huge crush on him at this point.

                                            >It went from ‘oooh, colt on the interwebs?’ to really enjoying spending time together, whether that be in game or just chatting.

                                            >At some point you started sharing most of your game time and neither of you liked hitting competitive mode without the other.

                                            >Anon wanted to someday go pro ever since he found out Equestria had a huge E-league, and by Luna, he could do it.

                                            >Apparently where he grew up, it wasn’t nearly as big.

                                            >He said Equestria took it nearly as serious as Koh-Ree-Hah.

                                            >You were sure he was just mispronouncing Cowrea, but it was cute so you weren’t going to stop him.


                                            >You blink and pause amidst the throng of ponies.

                                            >Odd that he mispronounced it actually.

                                            >You would have figured with how he played, he must have been from Crowrea.

                                            >Would that make him a bull instead of a colt?

                                            >You hadn’t even considered it before now.

                                            >No, can’t be...

                                            >He talked and acted like a typical Equestrian mare if anything.

                                            >But he was too strange to be a native.

                                            >Anon didn’t get some things about herd courting, and didn’t swear on Goddess Luna, but he knew some of the history of the mane six.

                                            >Way too rough and tumble to be a pony colt though.

                                            >What if he were a dragon colt?

                                            >Your tail twitched involuntarily.

                                            >Ooh...

                                            >You’d read predator x prey neighponese stories before.

                                            >They even sold a few here in the adult section.

                                            >Would he pin you to a bed and lick his lips if he got you alone?

                                            >Ugh, what the heck were you thinking.

                                            >You shake the thoughts from your head and clear your throat.

                                            >Sun, all the eye candy at cons always revved your engine.

                                            >You’d have to rub one out tonight for sure.

                                            >Maybe you’ll pick up a few volumes of that new vine monster blu ray.

                                            >Ooh, or maybe something real raunchy—[Spoiler]Monogamy[/Spoiler]


                                            >You turned quickly and bumped into someone, causing you to spill a bit of dark sticky soda onto your tuft.

                                            >Mother of—!


                                            “Hey, watch where you’re going, you stupid bitc—”

                                            >Your eyes widened and the words died in your throat.

                                            >Right in front of your snout was the crotch of some strange bipedal creature.

                                            >And were they certainly no bitch.

                                            >You craned your neck back and your eyes traced over it’s form, taking particular note of how much clothing it had on.

                                            [Spoiler]>L-Lewd.[/Spoiler]

                                            >The creature wore boots with jingling spurs, crotchless chaps over jeans, an armor chest piece, a cloak draped over its left side and a cowboy hat lined with bullet shells.

                                            >You dropped your drink.

                                            >Oh my Luna…

                                            >Rule63 McColt cosplay.

                                            >But not just that!

                                            >He was a human!

                                            >You’d heard a handful of humans lived in Equestria, but you thought that was just a bunch of nonsense spread around by mares who liked neighponese human x mare content, and couldn’t handle the fact their husbando was a fairytale.

                                            >Goddamn /mlh/

                                            >Yet there he was, in all his kinky-cute glory.

                                            >Your wings betrayed you as they steadily rose.


                                            >He tilted his head at you.

                                            >“Oh sorry, I sometimes bump into you guys if I’m not watching right in front of me. I’m looking for a friend and I guess I wasn’t paying enough attention.”


                                            >Your mouth dropped as you recognized his voice.

                                            “A-Anon01!?”


                                            >He blinked then recognition dawned on his face.

                                            >“Oh, wow, that’s lucky. I didn’t know how I’d find you without knowing what you looked like. How’s it hanging, DickVice?”


                                            >Some of the mares gave you some strange looks and you gave a nervous laugh.

                                            “Uh, just call me Table Flip.”


                                            >He gave an adorable little snort and laughed.

                                            >“Suits you.”


                                            “Y-Yeah so!”

                                            >You puffed up your cheeks and crossed your hooves over your chest.

                                            “I wouldn’t get mad if our teammates didn’t play like retarded triple amputees.”

                                            >You blush.

                                            >Way to prove his point, Flip

                                            “A-Anyways, what’s your real name? I mean… Y-You don’t have to tell me or anything. I could care less and stuff but if you want, ya know...”


                                            >“Anonymous Incognito. Just like my screenname,” he said with a smile as he reached down and ruffled your mane.

                                            >You grumbled and gave him a look that said ‘I’ll bite you if you keep that up’ but your heart sank when he pulled his hand away.

                                            >“So I heard there was a PC arcade set up. I want to try RainbowStrike:Siege and see if it’s what I think it is. Now where do you think they have it set up?”

                                            >Anon straightened up and looked over the heads of the crowd, trying to spot a good exit.


                                            >Meanwhile you couldn’t help but take in his masculine scent.

                                            >With all those clothes on in a thick crowd, he had the tiniest bit of musk mixed with all the mares that had likely tried to subtly rub on him in tight crowds.

                                            >After wading through crowds of dusty mares, just being near him was like breathing in pure sex.

                                            >You bit your lip as you pawed the ground.

                                            >Luna above, what you’d give to see him in those chaps without the jeans under them.


                                            >You let out a small eep and folded your tail over your hindquarters as you felt a wetness dripping down your inner thigh.

                                            >It’s not your fault, really.

                                            >This dry spell was killing you is all.

                                            >You paused and tilted your head.

                                            >Actually your whole life was a dry spell.

                                            >...

                                            >Which of course was why you were eye fucking your cute-as-tartarus gamebuddy while he wasn’t looking.

                                            >You weren’t a degenerate or anything.

                                            >NOPE.

                                            >This was just an extreme circumstance.

                                            >You could totes sit here and be a gentlemare… with his crotch at eye level, covered by layers of lewd-ass clothing, and not think about how much you’d like to feel HIS caduceus staff fill you up to cap with a hot healing stream.

                                            >N-No problemo.

                                            >I mean really it was Anon’s fault for wearing something so Celestia damned hot and being blind and innocent like usual about it.

                                            >Any other colt would be whoring it up with photos or at least be on their guard around a mare a bit more.

                                            >Not Anon though.

                                            >Poor guy was pure as freshly driven snow.

                                            >It didn’t even register with him, when mares flirted with him in game.


                                            >“Oh, I think it’s over there!” Anon said pointing toward an area with a security guard checking IDs

                                            >He grabbed you and you let out a small sound of surprise as he put you up on his shoulders.

                                            >You gulp, hoping he doesn’t feel any dampness on his neck as you grip your forehooves around his forehead.

                                            >The two begin to part through a sea of virgins and cosplay whores.

                                            >Several mares gave his crotch a few too-long glances before you cleared your throat and glared at them.

                                            >Most looked up at you and flinched while others scrunched and turned away.

                                            >Thas right fillies, look away!

                                            >For the most part, his sheer presence parted a path and you get there faster than you could have hoped alone.

                                            >Dang… you should ride sexy humans more often.

                                            >[spoiler]Th-That's what he said[/spoiler]

                                            >The mino guard checked IDs and you found yourself headed into a wing with game rooms.


                                            >“Whoa… they have way more than I thought.” Anon said as he looked around. “Is that… oh my God, they have a room for Magic: The Gather—wait... that says Magic:The Galloping. Ugh, that’s so painful, but still! You guys have my favorite card game.”


                                            >You quirked an eyebrow at that.

                                            “You play? Did you buy like a duel deck or something?”


                                            “I’ve bought them but I usually purchase singles and play a bunch of different colors. Blue’s my favorite.”


                                            >You smirk.

                                            >”Pfff, Blue? Why not play a real color with some power behind it. RDW is called Red Deck Wins for a reason. Burn spells for days.”


                                            >He laughed and starts down the game hall.

                                            “We’ll see how invincible your precious RDW is later. If you guys have some of the same cards that i used to play with, I may give you a run for your money. For now I want to see about that arcade.”


                                            >”Bring it on anytime, scrub. Just don’t cry when you lose on turn four!”


                                            >”Oh I’m DEFINITELY going to have to introduce you to my “No” deck.”


                                            >The two of you banter as you walk on, picking up a few stares from mares as you go.

                                            >After a minute you realize they aren’t just checking out Anon—they’re looking at both of you.

                                            >Your gaze scanned across the crowd, skittish mares stealing glances at him then you before heading off into the mass of ponies.

                                            >Were they... jealous?


                                            >You noticed a mare with camera look over at Anon, then to you before fidgeting with her gear for a moment and heading toward another sluttily dressed, posing colt.

                                            >Oh, you get it now.

                                            >Anon would have gotten tons of photo requests by thirsty sunhat tippers by now.

                                            >But you looked like a couple so most of them were afraid to ask or flirt with your husbando.


                                            >A smirk forms across your lips and you puff your chest out a bit, spreading your tuft.

                                            >Is this what being an alpha feels like?

                                            >Imagine that… you and Anon, together...

                                            >You frowned and looked down at your meager chest tuft and ran a hoof through it a few times to fluff it up a bit.

                                            >Really wasn’t much honestly and still had a bit of soda stuck to it.

                                            >Beyond your tuft, you were on the small side, your hips were a bit wide, and your gaming lifestyle had left you with a bit of cushion in your flank and thighs.

                                            >You sighed.

                                            >No colts went for mares like that.

                                            >Maybe you should diet a bit… cut out the Mountain Dew and Doritos or something.

                                            >It was too late now though, since you’d only get to see Anon for a few more days.

                                            >Dammit, why couldn’t you just have slim flanks like mares in those movies.


                                            >You’re broken from your thoughts as your forehead hits the top of a doorframe with a clunk.

                                            “Ow—!”


                                            >”Oh my gosh, I’m sorry Flip, are you okay?” Anon said, quickly ducking down and standing you on the floor in front of him.


                                            >You fought back tears forming at the corners of your eyes and cleared your throat.

                                            “Pff, th-that was nothing.”


                                            >“Uh… you sure about that? You look like you’re going to cry.”


                                            “N-Nope,” you said, voice cracking a bit.


                                            >He gave you a smug grin then scooped you up and leaned you against his chest with your head looking over his shoulder.

                                            >Before you could protest, he ran his hand along your back and headed toward a set of machines.

                                            >S-Stupid Anon… he would go full Dad-mode on you.

                                            >Meanwhile you felt the stare of every mare in the room, some likely disgusted by a colt carrying his supposed marefriend, but you caught others that looked jealous.

                                            >The sense of pride from earlier soured as you realized how you looked like a foal.


                                            “Anon, l-let me down please. I’m fine and this is sorta not okay.”

                                            >He gently lay you down in a seat next to him at two machines and you looked up at his puzzled expression.


                                            >”Is this one of those pony taboos?”


                                            >You fidgeted with your hooves.

                                            “Sorta. I just... nevermind, let’s just play a game already.”


                                            >Anon stared at you for a moment, then turned and put his paycard information as you got yours from your pack.

                                            >After logging in, a giant library of titles met your gaze and your eyes lit up.

                                            >Holy bugbears, this was like a candy store for mares like you.

                                            >One catches your eye immediately and you gasp.


                                            “Ooh! They have the new Kuddly Instinct. That game is brutal.”


                                            >Anon furrowed his brow and his mouth worked for a moment.

                                            >“Doesn’t sound like a game one would call brutal...  Is it a fighting game by any chance?”


                                            “Yeah, how’d you know? I didn’t take you for a KI fan.”


                                            >”I’m not. Technically I’ve never heard of it, but let’s just say I had a hunch from the name. You want to give it a go?”


                                            “Weren’t you going to play RainbowStrike? Besides I thought you didn’t like fighting games.”


                                            >”I don’t HATE them. I just think they take too long to learn. But I’d rather play something together.”


                                            >You blinked and your hoof stopped mid click.

                                            >A warm tickly feeling welled up in your chest and your tail wagged a bit.

                                            >D-Darnit, Anon, why’d you have to go and say something like that.

                                            >You found yourself stealing a glance over at him.


                                            >He’d already loaded up the game and was busy studying the control map.

                                            >Anon glanced down at the pony gamepad, frowned, then looked back the diagram again, scrunching his nose in frustration.

                                            >Holy tartarus, you couldn’t handle that level of cute right now!

                                            >He flicked his gaze over to you, almost making you jump out of your seat.

                                            >”Oh, sorry. Were you waiting on me?”


                                            “No, I was just looking,” you said, and your eyes widened to dinner plates.

                                            “I MEAN YES. ACTUALLY NO. Er, just…”

                                            >Think you dummy!

                                            >You took a deep breath and blurted the first thing that came to mind.

                                            “Connect to me and let’s throw down, bitch!”


                                            >Anon stared at you for several agonizing seconds, as you screamed internally

                                            >It felt like your stomach dropped out the moment you realize what you just said.

                                            >Oh dear goddess Luna… please kill me.


                                            >Finally he shrugged and looked to the control map

                                            >“Sure. I guess I have it down well enough. Give me a few pointers as I go and I’ll probably figure things out.”


                                            >Oh… yeah, that’s right!

                                            >Even if you were a total dork, you’d look cool if you helped Anon learn.

                                            >That happened… almost never, but the few times he’d played healer, you gave him some tips and he was really thankful.

                                            >You lock in your character and stifle and excited squeal.

                                            >This was gonna to be great.


                                            --


                                            >This was not how you pictured playing Kuddly Instinct with Anon would go.

                                            >What you had in your head was something like that classic ‘help the colt learn to putt’ thing where the mare got to hold their stallion on a casual date, but this was… not that.

                                            >And it wasn’t because vidya worked completely different and trying to do that with Anon’s size was borderline impossible.

                                            >It was something else entirely.


                                            >Given Anon was… Anon, he seemed to attract awkward mares like shit attracts flies.

                                            >Behind you stood about five different mares all giving him pointers and telling him all about the mechanics while cheering him on against you.

                                            >Meanwhile you’d discovered Anon was total balsa tier at KI.

                                            >His timing and reactions were incredible and he had the controls down well enough for a first timer, but he just couldn’t seem to grasp the mechanics.

                                            >He constantly whiffed heavy moves right in front of you, and couldn’t seem to combo for his life.

                                            >You’d even gotten a few perfects in by blocking and punishing his long recovery attacks.

                                            >Joking around with him over it earned you some withering glares from the mares and you’d since let him get at least a few hits in per match.

                                            >Even let him win one to get them to shut the heck up already, but Anon firmly told you to knock it off right after.

                                            >That made you feel pretty crappy.


                                            >Few things got Anon rustled but he hated when people gave him an easy win.

                                            >May Luna spare the next mare who throws a fight expecting him to be thankful for such a gentlemarely gesture.

                                            >The way he saw it, he wasn’t going to get better if you didn’t play right.

                                            >So play right you did, for all twenty rounds.


                                            >Anon finally slapped his head on the desk.

                                            >He placed the controller next to his head and let out a groan.


                                            “Anon, you okay?” you said fidgeting with your hooves near your chest.


                                            >”Yeah just… give me a second. It’s been a long time since I got my butt fucked so hard.”


                                            >The mares behind scrunched at his word choice, some blushing and flicking their tails.

                                            >One of them said ‘you can do that to me if you want’ under their breath.

                                            >You thought about socking them in the face but it didn’t look like Anon heard it.

                                            >No need to draw his attention to the remark.


                                            >”Come on, you did okay, colt. Chin up,” one said nudging his shoulder.


                                            >You puffed up your cheeks.

                                            >Hey! Cheering up Anon after a loss was your job!

                                            >As you got up and glared at the mare, a pony behind you at another station spoke up.


                                            >>“Let it go, you white knights. S’just a typical gae-mer colt here to get attention.”


                                            >You whirled around, fire in your eyes, teeth bared.

                                            >Who the fuck just said that about your husbando?!

                                            >Who’s the slimy little capitalist shit twinkle-toed clit sucker who just signed her own death warrant?


                                            >Your eyes fell on a Yellow coated mare with an off-white mane, slouching in her seat and lazily disarming a bomb before her character got popped in the head.

                                            >She scoffed and clicked on her mic as the ‘round lost’ screen appeared.

                                            >>”Can only carry so hard, kiddies. You guys are the reason the genepool needs a lifeguard.”

                                            >Mic symbols flashed onscreen from the other players as they yelled at her over coms.


                                            >The mare sitting next to her, a blue and green pegasus logged out and gave a snort.

                                            >>>“Shit game. Shit team. Let’s get ready for the tournament already.”


                                            >They both turned to you and the first sneered when she saw your expression.

                                            >>“Oh what? Little Knighty mare gonna defend her village saddle’s honor? Tell me I’m being a meanie? If I were you I’d let it go. It’s better to let people think you’re an idiot than open your mouth and prove it.”


                                            >Your nostrils flared

                                            >OH IT’S ON, FILLY.

                                            >A growl rose in your throat and you marched right up to the first dumb bitch, ready to give her a haymaker before a pair of hands wrapped around your barrel and pulled you up.

                                            >You squirmed against Anons chest, partially to get him to let go, partially from embarrassment for getting lifted so easily by a colt.


                                            “GUh! Non, lemme go. She’s asking for it! How are you not mad when she talks to you that way?” you said, your voice filled with ire.


                                            >“Flip, chill out. We’ll get kicked out of the con,” Anon said.


                                            >>”Listen to the colt, Flippy,” the first mare said, smirking at you. “Because I have neither the time nor the crayons to explain it to you.”


                                            >REEEEEEEEEEEE.

                                            >DEATH—THIS MARE WISHED FOR DEATH!

                                            >You writhed and growled as you fought to get free from Anon, but his grip was too strong.

                                            >Jeez, what did they feed this stallion?