In just a matter of seconds the speechbubbles filled with loads and loads of suggestions, what the avatar should be like. Eros grinned at the enthusiasm that his new allies brought into this. He was honestly even a little bit suprised. Apperently those entities had been more bored, than he anticipated. Could their own realms no longer satisfy their needs? Or weren´t they able to indulge in them in the first place. The god didn´t know. The Corruptor hadn´t given him any information, who exactly these beings were. Just that their morals and desires aligned with Eros and that they had spied on equestria on a regular basis. For all he knew, they could be eldritch abominations, fallen gods, like himself, or simple mortals, who found a crack between dimensions.
And it didn´t matter. From what he saw in their suggestions, they lusted after an opportunity, where they could indulge in their basest desires. Even if it was by proxy. And that meant they were allies. Even if just for this "project".

Eros choughed loudly to bring the attention of the "drifters", as he would now refer to them, back to him. "It seems we have reached a clear majority concerning our avatar. One last word before we continue.", he said, while his finger deleted the suggestions that didn´t picked his interest.
"I had first planned on having us take over the most suited candidate for our cause. Lead in him in the best direction and let him make his own decisions. But I´ve come to the conclusion, that this method would be too risky. Too much room for error and mistakes. Worst of all, we couldn´t make sure, if he had the resources necessary to carry out the task. We could get some miserable, half-starved colt, who could not amount to much. Thats why we are going to take a different route." The mirror was now empty, with just a half dozen speechbubbles remaining, that made into the final decision.
"We will create the avatar from scratch. Thats why I needed your suggestions. They serve as the foundation for our champion. This will consume a lot of energy, so our options at the beginning to influence him will be limited. Probalby not more than some ideas in his head, instead of full control. But that may work out to our advantage. It will make him more believable to any suspicious individual. Also don´t worry of him going rouge. Our goal will be imprinted in his mind. No matter what he does, he will always strive to pervert and corrupt his surroundings. And the more he does that, the more we can influence him. So it will only get easier, the longer he survives." The last suggestions were thrown away, with only one remaining.
"And survival will be our first priority in the beginning." With these words, Eros took the winner und pulled it over the blankslate-avatar. The Corruptor blinked yellow. Character Creation finished. Confirm?
Eros tipped on the yes-button and the devices colour changed to green. Than it began to vibrate heavily, wrenching itself from Eros telekinetic grip. Commencing creation...
Magic bursted from the mirror and the screen began to shine in an brilliant array of dark and smoky colours. Again a arousing odour filled the air, with the taste of burning flesh under it. With glee in his eyes Eros watched, as the Corruptor poured the magic on a single point beneath, where it congregated and formed two hooves. Than followed the legs, the torso, arms and the head. First nothing more than muscles and bones. Then another wave of energy came and added skin, followed by hair. White fur with black stripes covering the Avatar from head to hoove. The mane styled itself into a mohawk, while on his flank appeared a tribal depiction of thorny vines. Eyes fluttered open, coldly blue and calculating. Between his leg a cock with the length of approx. 10 inches, complimented by big and heavy balls.
The Corruptor sputtered. Sparks of magic came from it and it was smoking lightly. Nevertheless it managed a final, small surge of magic that gave the newly created avatar an set of clothes consisting of tight fitting jeans, a black tanktop and a leatherjacket and a necklace of small wolvesteeth. Then the mirror stopped.

Eros catched the Corruptor with his magic before it could fall on the ground. The devices was hot to the touch, he could even feel it through his magic. The light in the glass had become dimmer, the device conserving energy now, but it was still functional. The God tipped on the avatar symbol and was greeted with a new menu.

Avatar

Name: Zexis
Gender: male
Race: Zebra
Traits: big cock (racial) + big cock (optional) = huge cock, big balls, Affinity to element (Plants), dominant

A light chuckle came from Eros as he read this, which quickly turned into outright laughter. "Magnificent! Truly fitting, indeed.", he roared, while he looked at the motionless Avatar. A few questions came from the Drifters. Eros saw them and calmed down to a suppressed giggle. "Oh, its nothing. But to think you would choose a zebra, out of all. Hehe, lets just say I find it very amusing, considering...." He halted and cleared his throat. He had himself under control again. "Well, it doesn´t matter. This is indeed a good champion and he will more than suffice for our agenda."
Eros stepped up to his creation and placed his hand on the zebras head. With the Avatar as comparison, one could now see how huge Eros actually was. He towered over the him, with the avatar barely reaching his shoulders.
"I will now give the finishing touches to his mind. Keep in mind, he will be a bit shallow, like a blank slate. But the more time he spends around other ponies and the longer and stronger he gets influenced by us, to more characterful he will become. Maybe he will turn into a macho, women-degrading sexmachine. Or a smoothtalker, a ladykiller. Or a powerhungry narcissist. It depends on which direction we guide him." A light glow sorrounded Eros´ hand and then the avatars head. When it faded a spark was seen in the latters eyes. With a groan he collapsed. Eros snorted.
"A little overload. So much information can be overwhelming, especially if just have been born. Don´t worry, once he is outside he will get better. For all he knows, he is just a zebra on a journey to Equestria to have a new life. I even gave him memorys of Zebrica and its customs. We would not want any unfortunate incidents, when it comes to that, right?"
His aura enveloped the zebra and lifted him in the air. "I will drop him off in the outskirts of ponyville. Your connection will remain with him, so you can keep an eye on him.", he spoke, but then paused akwardly, "...or whatever you use to sense your sorroundings." A question popped up on the screen.
"No, I can´t do that. That is your task. Once he is outside Tartarus, he is outside of my direct influence. The teleportation will alarm Ceberus and I will be busy keeping him of our trail. Once I accomplished that, I will contact you again. Until then, you are on your own."

Eros clasped his hand and concentrated on the teleportation spell. It wasn´t easy finding a way around the myriads of protection spells and seals of Tartarus and the Corruptor could only open him a small window. Still he had time for one last advice. "Find an ally as soon as possible. A place to stay and a job. Become part of their community and then you can corrupt them from within.", he said. The stress the spell meant for him could be clearly seen, with sweat pouring from his face and every fibre of mucle in his body strained. The dark-red aura around the zebra thickened. The aether began to roar in ethearel screams and the air began burst sporadically into flames. "Be aware of your dreams!", Eros bellowed, before he finished the spell.
The last that could be seen from him was as the following explosion flung him across the room and then three loud barks could be heard that shook the ceiling, with tremors caused by the tapping of humongous paws. Then everything disappeared into searing light...

On the Outskirts of Ponyville

Zexis awoke with a pounding pain in his head, as if a diamond dog had hit his brain with a hammer. He was lying on his back on the ground staring at sky, his limbs stretched from him. He had no idea how he got there and the pain didn´t really make it easier. He raised his right hand to shield his eyes from the blistering sun.
"Are you okay?", said a small voice from his right. He slowly turned his head. There, on the road stood three young mares, fillies almost. The one who asked the question, a young unicorn, with white fur and a pink two-toned, frilly mane, was standing right beside him with huge, green eyes, full of curiosity and worry. She wore a white, light summer dress, that gave her an aura of innocence and beauty. Immediatly arrived a new feeling in Zexis head. Beside the pain it was unfamiliar, but strangely appropriate.
To the right side of unicorn stood an earth-pony. She had a red mane that was tied with a big, red bow and yellow fur. Unlike her friend she kept a safe distance from the zebra, but she didn´looked to worried. She wore simple working jeans and t-shirt and was almost a head taller than her friend.
And the last of the trio was a pegasus. Unlike her friend she looked at Zexis with open suspiscion. Her purple hair was unkempt and stood in stark contrast to her orange fur. She wore sportshorts and a tanktop and was on rollerblades. Her wings seemed rather small, even for her age.

That all Zexis took in with a few glances. And by now he realised what that new feeling was, that he had. Lust. Before him stood three young, innocent fillies. And they were worried. For a moment a lecherous smile came over his face.
Then the pain came back and quelled any dark thoughts he had. He groaned again. The unicorn grew more worried. "Is everything okay? Do you need a doctor?", she said and took a few steps forward. "Don´t touch him, Sweetie Belle.", warned the pegasus from behind. Sweetie Belle shot her dissapproving glance, but seemed to hesitate. The earth-pony let out an exasperated sigh and walked towards Zexis. She offered him her hand. "Can you get up?"
Zexis looked at her and nodded carefully. He took her hand and let himself be helped on his hooves. "Sorry, hit my head pretty hard.", he said, while trying to keep the pain low. It seemed to work, as he was able to think clearer. His eyes wandered back to the girls. "I´m sorry, but...could you tell where I am?"
The three exchanged a look, then Sweetie Belle answered. "You´re just outside of Ponyville, mister.", she said, a little bit slow, as if she was afraid, that he couldn´t really understand her. Then her earth-pony friend asked: "Can you remember your name?" She seemed calm, as if it wasn´t the first time she had to deal with this.
Zexis thought a little. "My name is....Z...Zexis, yes. That was it. Zexis Chikelu", he said. The mentioning of his own name seemed to dim the pain a little to the point, where it only was a light pressure in the back of his mind. "And who are you?", he asked his helpers.
The unicorn smiled. "My name is Sweetie Belle, that is Apple Bloom and that one over there is Scootaloo.", she said pointing to her friends. "Don´t tell him my name!", protested Scootaloo who still hadn´t moved from her spot.
"Oh don´t be like that.", scold Sweetie Belle, before she got back to Zexis, "Don´t mind her, Mr. Chikelu. She has been like that since summer camp. Some zebra-bully. She will come around." Zexis glanced over to the pegasus and when he chatched her scornful eyes, he began to doubt that. But still, at least the other two seemed nice. Applebloom locked over him, looking for any injuries. "I think we should get you to the hospital. Just to be sure. Did you fell, or something?"
Zexis couldn´t remember, so he shrugged. "I don´t know. Maybe?" Applebloom lifted her eyebrows. A little silence fell over him.
"Well, whatever it is. I´m sure Nurse Redheart will be able to help you.", said Sweetie Belle, "Come on. We´ll show you the way to the hospital."
"I really don´t want to cause any trouble...", said Zexis, but Applebloom interrupted. "Don´t worry. Its on our way to the school anyway. We´ve been just picking up Scootaloo, so no biggie."

It seemed like any further discussion was pointless, so Zexis just gave in and followed the three fillies. Scotaloo raced in front, on her rollerblades, while Applebloom and Sweetie Belle were at his side. Especially the latter always looked in his direction, unable to hide her curiosity. "Is something the matter?", asked Zexis. A light blush creeped on Sweeties face and she akwardly spun a hairlock on her finger. "Well...ahem...its", she stammered.
"We don´t have many zebras in Ponyville, so you´re kind of exotic.", chimed Applebloom in. "And Zecora doesn´t count!?", asked Scotaloo over her shoulder. "Not many male zebra.", corrected Applebloom.
Zexis nodded. It was understandable. If a pony had walked into his home-village, he would have stared at them, too. Strange, now that he thought about it, the memory of his home seemed kinda foggy. Probably still the head-injury. At least he still remembered his father, that old lecher. Always with a new girl every month. By the Ancestor, had Zexis been jealous at times. At least until his father finally took him under his wing. That had been fun.
His train of thoughts were rudely interrupted, when Scotaloo turned around and stood in front of him. "Why are you here in Ponyville, anyway? You´re looking for something, or what?" Her tone was still a little bit hostile.
Zexis hesitated. Why was he here again? He knew why he left the village. Fucked the chiefs daughters silly and got caught. He was glad, that he hadn´t been killed for that. But why had he traveled to Equestria? And to Ponyville of all places?
The pain in his head got a little stronger...

Author's Note

Aaaaand here we have the first real chapter. Once again feel free to point out any mistakes, so I can correct them.
Now to the important stuff:

Zebra has won the poll. Zexis is a combination of the different suggestions of the Zebra-supporters. His character, as explained by Eros, will be infuenced by the decisions he makes. So keep that in mind. Also his memories will adjust as well. So if you turn him into a Sub or Masochist his (imaginary) past will change accordingly. The same goes for when he goes full Dom.

You can also now influence his decisions, as little voices in his head, by speaking to him. He will react to your advice (good and bad) and make his decisions accordingly. For example: Suggest that a job as baker in Ponyville would pay good and he will think, that he came to ponyville to be a baker.

The story will return to Eros for Q&A Sessions, where you can ask him about him, the past of Equestria his war with the Royal Sister and anything else story-related. I will announce it, when those sessions come up, and explain the rules.

The GreatDerpsby has asked what the readers are in this story, Eldritch Abominations, or humans, or whatever. I think Eros gave hint at that, but I want to be clear. It´s your decision, what you are in this story. Mostly because it doesn´t impact antyhing and is mainly for flavor and secondly because I like some good roleplay. So feel free to play as anything you want (within the boundaris of the Fic-Rules, of course).

Also, a cookie for anyone, who can tell me the reason behind Zexis surname.
Other than that I´m waiting for you feedback and wish you good luck.