'Gray the Necromancer - The beginning'

Written by: Black--Soul

Chapter special:
Pantyhose Warrior - 'The Bad Dragon' is a Breezee?

'The Bad Dragon' once as often in the past had glided in the drag of her Employee a big flanked pony mare named 'Faust Stellar Galaxy', down the hallways of the castle inside Unicornia to protect her charge trotting lazily towards breakfast. Behind and above her did way to peaceful guards hovered.
They make follow their charge around a challenge without activ Breezee air magic.

There ponies lazily hovered around them both, creating complicated weather or rather air pressure around them.
At least if someone was a Breezee.

As these wanne be soldiers trotted at Faust side, an eager look in their eyes, because they wanted to outshine the 'The Bad Dragon' heroics.
If they are not always a second or five to late because their focus had slipped, due to their tummy grumbled with hunger, they think about family or friends or have any other excuses to not focus on their job.

As they passed by, the guards saluted Faust obviously, especially the new guards.
'The Bad Dragon' nodded back in approval, that mare had the fattest rump in all of existance, but remembering that if she sat down on someone it be fatal, reminded her of not teasing her more than twice a day about it.

'The Bad Dragon' stop to think how her employee had once killed a Breezee ambassador with mercyless sit on action.
Even if she denied having seen the Breezee ambassador... though 'The Bad Dragon' was not minding the death of this particular ambassador. Way to polite, even threatening war and other political nonesense.

'The Bad Dragon' if noticed at all on her off time got saluted by quite a few soldiers on their giant four hooves, a in general sense see herself regulary returned the mutual respect shown.
This had been going on since she killed the Abesinian assassin... or was it the Diamond Dog one before it? Most certainly the Griffon one! Though it might have been the treasonous lone Thestral a month ago, having tried to get to Faust while 'The Bad Dragon' was on guard duty.

'The Bad Dragon' had not managed to stop laughing, when she got praised for killing two maybe three Thestral assassins alone.
Though she was ask to stop paining the walls crimson out of boredom with the blood of her ~~victims~~ attackers.
These ponies where party poopers... painting a after report in the blood of their enemies on the wall was in her oppinion very decorative.
Not to mention being a effective warning for others to overthink their decision to try it in the first place if a gruesome death was resulting in their failure.

She smiled to this day fondly about that kill. Actually everyone she had slain in the past in her duty.
She even showed these overgrown target practice with delusion of grandeur how flying feels like for a few seconds, when she usually decapitated them.
A last moment of joy they better had appreciated!

After painting the walls in her kills blood with her art, she helped with the rites of the killed assassin individual species, she wasn't a monster after all. May they rest in peace, 'The Bad Dragon' had made them pay their tribute for their sins in life.

That kind of respect was the least she could give the departed souls, just long enough for not looking disrespectful, so between a half hour or even a full one of her free time allowed for it.

Both her employees seem to be not able to enjoy her art, a shame really. In her culture she be celebrated a mighty warrior and artist.
But were they missed to thank her for her efforts on words, they payed her well.

A entire gold coin in its original size, unchanged when teleported to the gate of her world, being a massive coin when reaching his homeworld unchanged by the gateway. She was helping financially supporting her community with her salary.

Even if someover her follow Breezee protesting that gold coins aren't the best material to be melted down for construction,
though it was easy and efficient to be enchanted,
making it very versatile... giving further other metal of in the melting down as well, since pure gold is way to weak to be used anyhow.

As 'The Bad Dragon' was on her way to her next destination, did she had to wonder what would await her... hopeful to have somecreature be foolish again to try to eat her or something.

To be honest, she had missed by now in the middle of nowhere, what she had seen in the past as the same reactions from the giant species of this world for a while, when her brother or sisters in arms with even some rare few nobles that had joined the royal guard on the giants, be they bipedal or quadrapet were fighting for glory, ~~fun~~, financial stability and the cooperation of seed harvesters. The giants could manage to collect seeds for their gigantic fauna easily and they bloomed very well in the Breezee homeworld once planted and well cared for.

The Cherry Blossom ones are beautiful once a month when they bloom for a day, giving a harvest shortly after for delicious Cherry Blossom honey meals and fashionable clothing.
Especially if the magic core is further magical enhanced or changed, depending on the need of its coloration. Pink unchanged, red with fire imbued strengthening, cyan with water imbued strength enchantments, earth enchantments to make it bloom every month once instead of every year once and finally moon or solar magic for royal blue or neon orange.

It was a bit of a morale boost, when she was still with the giants and her occasional fellow Breezee she assumed to be friendly enough, serving as protector of the fat one and executioner of her lethal enemies.

These days she was all alone, missing even the giant ponies that never seem to be unable to shut up outside guard duty, with their avalanche like normal speaking volume.
She missed even this planet sized fat rumped employee Faust, when she had time to remember their tea time together.
How could Faust husband have betraying her most successful royal guard after years of dedication and slaying their enemies coming for them in their own city or castle?

Assassin in general really seem to be handled so callous around their kind in this strange world of gigantic creatures.

Even if her actions do not match what they would do after catching a assassin, she always fought for eliminations and not subduing of the attacker.
Calling her a murderer for never going anything but lethal take downs, especially when she was trying to save lives! It is just insulting to their intelligence and her own.

She would also not been employed and payed if she didn't acted and reacted inside her positions authority and legal constraints.

At this point the ponies knows her philosophy, why it is wrong in their opinion was just silly. Opinions and laws are different things,for a reason!
Especially in regards to the giants world laws to assault towards royals!
She is not stupid after all.

But instead of admitting it, they take it out on the easiest target, using their philosophy as a justification to be needless cruel.
Otherwise it is literally them telling her that the survivel of a immortal towards time being isn't worth so mutch as to put that life that attempt to end it and in general spread death immediately to a end. The nobel constant back talking was pointless.
That these individuals trying to end what is not their to take, deserve a second chance.
This is beyond naive, simply plain stupid!

Should she just let them go in one piece?!
Tell who ever would mourn Fausts death, the life of a towards time immortal being and leader of a nation wasn't worth killing a mortal for?
As if she ever would fail to protect the fat ones rump from harm, it what they payed her for to prevent after all. Keeping her employed for years due to her effectiveness!

The nobels are blabbing on that the kindness to a mortal murderer should have been showed, to give them a chance of redemption. They better pleed stupidity, otherwise they be clearly treasonous!
To spare the life of the payed assassin?
Assassins she killed are professional trained!

Their job is to kill, just like a baker is making bread! They produce death and despair with every death they cause, just like a ice cream vendor is creating smiles with their brilliant art pieces of taste of frozen delights!
They end life, just like a doctor delayes its passing, every singel day they work successfully.
They knows all this in their hearts, and yet they are still willing to deny it, to pretend that a little kindness would solve everything, that violence is never the answer... but what exactly do assassins again?

SERIOUSLY ?!

It spits on the deaths of their prior victims, like her mothers!!!
Worse! They then decides to spin it that someone who’s been fighting for her life and the survival of her employee is just some murder happy monster that enjoys killing innocents at best, killing vital decision makers at worst!
Assassin are not innocent and their paying customers are no vital decision makers.

The sheer stupidity and empty reasoning is showing by itself. Otherwise 'The Bad Dragon' would have been fired and deported years ago!

Assassins are known to be payed to end life, not think about it and evaluate its worth from case to case, with its effects on social and economic basis.

Innocents that only made the mistake of someone aggravated at them enough to pay for their deaths... like her mothers.

To top it off, that they come to the defense of a professional for hire, murderer on a paycheck.
Trying not just to kill her employee but her friend!

They are not predator killing out of necessity, but a creature that wants to kill innocents to fill its pockets with gold to buy luxury items in their off time!

Violence is never the answer they say, but the truth is a very simple one... she once spared a armed robber in the house of her mother.
Paying to this day for her foolish misguided bleeding heart towards her fellow citizens at the time.

The intruder had pleaded towards her, to let him go, his weapon was only ment as a bluff, it wasn’t even important that it looked cool all on its own, so he leave it as a token of his sincere apologies on the ground, for the guard to sell if she don't mind letting him go.

And SHE HERSELF HAD BELIVED HIM!
A lie that has cost her the present and future happiness.

She was a naive idiot back than, a naive freshly trained guard, a law and justice abiding, but bleeding heart defender of the defenseless.

She give him the weapons approximately price on the weapon material and craftman hours.
It obviously wasn't market value, but it was from her own money after all.

Not to mention that she had to sell it later at a diminished price, she was a soldier, not a trader. She had given him a loaf of freshly bought breed, had talked to him about generosity and kindness, how a honest life was a very rewarding one, how the friendship of her fellow Breezee had given meaning to her life, how she wanted to share her laughter, given by a happy life to others.

She had hugged him and even started crying that she was sorry for his misfortune, if he really wanted to turn a new leaf in life, she be helping him getting a job, maybe if they started to know one another better, share a housing until he could manage a affordable home of his own.
A real chance to build the foundation for a loving family of his own.

He had thanked her with a pained expression and they had parted ways... a week later she visited her mother, murdered on the ground. A pool of dried blood around her, flies dancing over her slowly rotting body.

When the guard arrived after her neighbor had called for help, because someone was screaming for over a hour about: "This can't be true, she could have not have been responsible, she shouldn't have shown mercy, why her mother of all Breezees, why she was a idiot to believe in strangers, why this happened all because she was a idiot with a bleeding heart".
Her heart had rejected affection towards any she didn't learned to trust over months of exposure.

The intruder she had spared was a knife for hire, a mercenary to kill people for affordable price. Unlike professional assassins, who would only be hired by the rich or influential.

Turned out he was hired by a ex-lover of his mother for ditching him and breaking his heart, only because he had a few times hit her in the face, after getting drunk on fermented honey based beverages.

The murderer himself could never be found only his employee, thoughto apparently do nothing but rub salt into the wound, he had a message from the murderer in case he never crossed her way again:

"It is hard to find some light in a place like my very soul, where none exist."

Remembering this line was what she had clawed into her heart, she had internalize it firmly.

Faust Husband had teleported 'The Bad Dragon' one day to the infirmary balcony, after a heated verbal clash between them.
She had killed a assassin waiting in the bed chambers of the royalty.
She had killed the assassin and easily found out that the two guard on shift where corrupt and bought by someone.

When she told them she would call for their arrest, did these fools tried to silence her.
Corrupt and weak in mind through greed, they were none the less royal guards for a reason.
They lasted roughly 10 to 20 minutes before one died by getting their throat slit from the outside, while the other died due to the idiot thinking she could be swallowed and killed that way.

The joke was on the former royal guard, she had lost her weapon and uniforms helm, bur her magic allowed for use of calcium based objects.
Or im other words, she killed the guard by using his bodies bones as spell ingredients, while still within his stomach.

A shield spell to prevent further stomach acid burns, another to heal her acidic burns on her body.
To create clean breathable air within the stomach of the pony, that had swallowed her alive.
With every spell casted she used up a part of the enemies bone structure, by the time they brought the royal guard to the infirmary, they could see a bright light from inside his body.
A brave doctor cut his intestines open to save his life, freeing her by accident.

The guard didn't survive long after the interrogation in the medical ward, especially since Noone belived the guard pony that she be crazy enough to turn traitor, kill unprovoked his partner and than fly unarmed into his throat to kill him from within, because killing ponies the usual way was to boring.

To made things more clear, Fausts husband 'Solar Nova Exterminaty' had no problem about his blood soaked bedroom or the killed other guard.
But how she killed this guard by using up his bone structure one bone at a time.

She was literally in a fight of her survival, yet he had the balls to complain about how she indirectly killed a traitor assist in a assassination attempt on him or her wife.

This was beyond redicules and outrageous!

Once she was healed from her wounds and she had changed her gear to a lesser secondary spare set of armor and pantyhoses, they had continued to argue until eventually he teleported her to the infirmary balcony to cool of her temper.

Only to remember about a minute later that she was a Breezee and what they called a slightly windy night, was a tornado front for a tiny creature like 'The Bad Dragon'.

Solar Nova Exterminaty literally by accident within his absolutely livid state most likely sentenced and go through a execution of not just a loyal royal guard, but a personal friend of his wife.

Sleeping on the metaphorical couch was the least of his problems.

The next month this unfortunate act of stupidity fuelled in rage had a major incident, declaring war between Breezee and Pony kind.
Making the Breezee not just quite their jobs for the royal family, but for their entire agrarian services.

Something that would within the next two years lead to the ponies flower and other products depending on pollination practically die out.
Leading a decade later to the capital abandonment, since it wasn't sustainable any longer, something that made one of the last big Citys of the Unicorns slowly bleed out in citizens until the ones grand mountain was nothing but another deserted population center.
Claimed not more than 100 years later by snow and ice.

Not every war was fought on a battlefield after all.
But that is another story entirely.

It had been a entire month of nearly everyday trying to return to the mountain in the far far distance, so she could return to her job or at least her home portal to return to her own world... but it was not to be.

One world ending flooding after another had her grounded on a tree or jungle sized berry bush.
Eventually she passed out and found herself awakend by a giant nightwalking pony.

His name was EmptyPlotFiller, a Thestral stallion that looked quite attractive, even to The Bad Dragon eyes. If he ever visited her home world, would she like to be his guide throughout his stay. Perhaps even share a night or ten together ~♡

But as cute and good looking he was, that stallion was a wimp, to be expected by a not soldier. Something she could change over time shaping him into a warrior to behold.
Since they traveled together she needed to make sure he could lift his share of trouble for her.
Namely his own body weight and traveling supplies.

With the power of pantyhose training!

By the time they had meet one another, 'The Bad Dragon' was hopelessly lost, so she accompanied the pony stallion.

He was apparently a Thestral stallion that had escaped a herd of criminal ponies that had foal napped him at a young age, so he could be sold of as a breeding slave.

10 years did he on a weekly basis was used as a breeding slave no matter the time of year or fertility of the paying customers.
He was 18 by the time he finally escaped, having a strong body thanks to his good feeding situation, while he trained his body for his eventually coming breakout.

Unfortunately he was never told to life outside his slavery, so by the time they meet his ribs did show and according to him at least 1/4 of his muscles was lost due to malnutrition.

'The Bad Dragon' had made it her focus on teaching him survival skills in general and how to hunt and cook with improvised utensils made out of transmuted stones, wood and animal carcasses remains.

After three months of mild winter conditions and With the power of pantyhose training, did 'EmptyPlotFiller' the Thestral stallion had been nurtured beyond his former glory and he and his faithful teacher and companion 'The Bad Dragon' had traveled through a mountain system and arrived in a valley.
It was so wide they could spot from top of the mountain vantage point of their observations position, that it had its own weather climate with clouds currently delivering a rain shower to its vegetation.

What wasn't covered in clouds had surprising mutch green, from tree leafed cover that promised a lot of fauna to snack on.
Filling the sight of both with hopes of great possibilities, of new foods out there in the wild and perhaps finding a new home for themself. With the one or the other alley beyond the occasional grasslands opening up here or there, securing water for consumption, the view promised that their times of malnutrition and freezing was over.

There was also a even collection of 4 rivers running into 4 seperate water bodies ending in lakes.
Leaving a lot to explore if they ever got bored.
One of the prominent points of interest showing out in the distance a tent focused village.
With a little luck, a new home.

They decided to try their luck there, EmptyPlotFiller glided half the way to the tent village they had spotted, with The Bad Dragon holding herself deep in his long mane, covered from the worst of the flight wind.
As the Thestral stallion enjoyed the relaxing gliding down into the valley leaving its mountain natural outer layer, did the temperature sky rocket from a very cold climate to a tropical one.

After they both landed near the long river halfway down to the tent village the true training of the Thestral stallion begin.
The Bad Dragon was a Breezee of strict but fair training, with only tormenting the stallion by forcing one layer of Pantyhose on him as training tool and protection layer against the moisture in the warmer climate.
With their arrival in this warmer climate did the composition of his Pantyhose was changed, from one thick layer into two thinner but not any less constricting interwoven layers.

Both travelers truly begin their training that day, not having to hold back when shortly after they discovered how plentiful this valley was with grass and fruits to consume, no longer wondering if the cold would lulled them to eternal slumber.

Fortunately did The Bad Dragon also know how to distinguish eatable fungus from poisonous one. Giving both a new variation to their diat.

About a week of travel inside the valley, since they take their time to make themself more acclimated to this tropical climate, both had adapted to the warmer temperatures and the relatively high moisture, to what they had the last three months before they arrived on top of the mountain wall, forming a natural barrier to the valley.

The Breezee transmutation magic created out of plans and animal carcasses they had on them into three layer of pantyhose for the Thestral use as traveling bags.
Before they finally arrived at the tent village, Empty and Dragon needed to be at their sharpest when they arrived at a possible hostile place, though both deeply hoped they would found against their worries a peaceful community.

'EmptyPlotFiller' and 'The Bad Dragon' were about 1 hour per hoove away from the tent village, they repeated for one last time the training routine established over the last 3 months and 1 week of traveling together.

His physical and mental training had honed the former slave for nothing but the purpose of breeding, into a respectable royal guard level recruit. With his current level of training the usual bandit would be outmatched by leagues.

Before they arrived at the settlement, was it imperative to go through there training one last time, better to be prepared if they get separated for any reason.

“Well, we do wear pantyhose for many reasons." repeated the tiny Breezee in comparison to its pony companion. She continued "And today you do as well. It’s an essential part of the demoralization technique I developed and teached you over the last three months.

I didn’t get to my position at the royal palace without trash talking everyone weak minded into submission, that demands discipline and helped my lessers to improve over time, by making myself the enemy, so everyone i go against unite to match my might in verbal sparring matches!

These clothes force discipline on the wearer. That’s why you would have always see me wearing pantyhose on duty in the past, except when I’m not on duty. Of course even i have my limits to endure this brilliant torture device for self discipline that are 2 or more layers of Pantyhoses.
Sometimes it is hard to belive that one size or two to small in a Pantyhose made the difference between a wimp and a badass warrior.

Science shows that compression increases physical performance and recovery of stamina, hardship forces us to improve over time or die trying.
It stands to reason that we can enhance our skills that way, unless it kills us for overdoing it.
That is why you only had one layer of Pantyhose in your first three months to endure and only the second in the short time we travel inside this tropical valley.

If we have to fight our way out you might stripp down to one layer, if the community is a safe haven, than we train you one month in two layers of Pantyhoses, before increasing it to three.
Up to three layers is in my oppinion safe enough with preparation. A lot more preferable than my 5 layers of pantyhoses for being a military professional after all.

When I came to this world, I didn’t understand how any creature females managed to annoy males to no end and eat up their nerves. But then I figured out the female secret weapon.
It’s the pantyhose that fills females with turmoil and makes them lash out at the world.
I sought to harness that power, and that’s how I invented the 'Tauntate verbal fighting style'.

I never imagined that wearing pantyhose below ones recommended size would transform a nice complimentary garment into a serious training regime and tool of self discipline!

The more layers of pantyhoses, the greater the buff. And since this is the only time we have left for ourselves for preparations, you’ll need all the buff you can get. Sure, pantyhose might feel uncomfortable and restrictive, but one does not go into combat for comfort and amusement."

The Bad Dragon finished this part of the speech so EmptyPlotFiller could continue the monologue they had countless times before:

“Might makes right." a lesson hard learned for both of them so the stallion focus on remembering the long speech before resuming where The Bad Dragon left it this time for him to continue it:

"Life is a struggle and while we might try to avoid some of it, the strong keep struggling to keep improving, because life is a never ending struggle that no living being couldn’t break free from, until death releases one from it and burdens one with the new challenges of the afterlife, what ever they might be... of course it might be a enlighten paradise free of any hardship, but why risk being ill prepared, when one can be mentally in tip top shape to be ready in case its a 10 layer pantyhoses struggle through a military drill parkour!”

EmptyPlotFiller shuddered at this nightmare scenario, before he composed himself and continued his speech learned from his teacher:

“Oh, don’t you know that I’m not ready for it, we might say, but a different person might argue that the coming hardships would be a walk in the park if they had prepared accordingly, having physical trained themself to sharpening the mind, for one requires the other and is connected and interwoven.
My false friends might have broke me, but it only give me the drive to become stronger, so the next betrayal would not end in my side being exploited.

The comforts of a easy life offer are meaningless compared to one filling one with purpose, nothing could challange me better to improve or if the top is reached, staying on this high edge to delay the decline to the level of the ones below me.
To me there is no challenge that might frighten me more than the expectation of wearing a increasing number of pantyhoses anymore.
My only aim is to break you as well, because that’s how friendship spreads and bonds grow.”

EmptyPlotFiller posture with his muscular body as The Bad Dragon had showed him to impress other around him, when he would deliver the speech to his fellow companions of the future before he started where he left of:

“I hate you for what you did to me!
Would be something one might say, but hate don't stop others from harming one another, one needs to put action to emotion. That said, violence in no answer, unless everything else is used up.

Don't fight your opposition or circumstances harder, if you can do it smarter!
Pantyhoses teach you that every action should be thought out and every movement calculated. Because thinking don't require you to fight the tightness of the pantyhose!

Make the enemy suffer, don't let the suffering be endured by you alone! Whining is helping noone, it might be a short term coping mechanism, but it will not give a chance for improving once situation in life.

Just like the Pantyhoses tightness strengthening the users body if used in moderation, so can any challenge improve someone.
When strength isn't the solution, try speed, if speed isn't the answer maybe think how to use strength and speed.
If both combined don't fix the situation...
You didn't train hard enough in pantyhoses!"

The Bad Dragon was so proud of her stallion companion, he delivered every sentence with confidence and style. She looked forward to the next part:

“Wait, you think I am already finished?" EmptyPlotFiller give a staged mocking laughter.
"I have a dozen pantyhoses speeches left in the mental box of mine!
We’re just getting started!"

The Bad Dragon had tears of pride in her eyes, her student was becoming a master of the pantyhose!

“With tauntate, you can end a fight before it even starts. It’s all about demoralizing your opponent. I have a two hour monologue prepared to explain how it all works. After that, you’ll be able to take a test and if you pass, I’ll let you go. If you wish to improve yourself and be better than the ones wasting their time laying around and doing nothing. The choices are yours to make to be weak and ill prepared or strong for the coming challenges, no matter what they might be!

You can ask me to just cut straight to the test, but you will not be at your best!
Sure, we can do that apparent shortcut, I find failure to be a great motivator. When you fail the test, you’ll have no choice but to submit to my teachings.”

EmptyPlotFiller showed of his impeccable balance act, a combination of muscle strength, coordination and the tightness of the pantyhose.

“You are a warrior and I am your opponent. Your job is to demoralize me. You’ll need to hold great discipline because you can never repeat the same taunt, that would be just lame and not demoralizing at all. If you accomplish this, the lesson will be complete. But if you fail, I’ll have to repeat my monologue, this time the two hour version!"

The repetition of the memorized monologue take a abrupt end, when they left for a clearing seeing the tents and ponies in the distance and being spotted in turn by the viligant on guard standing Pegasus of the day shift.

The ponies hold their usual defensive position, but without the aerial confusion tactic. This pony was either a rival scouting them out, making it vital to not reveal to mutch of their hoove cards before a coming conflict or they get another badly needed stallion to keep genetic variations as wide as possible.

A unusual sight greeted EmptyPlotFiller and his in the mane hidden companion, for they get welcomed in form of a military defensive formation of ponies.
Further did the ponies had a huge bipedal fur coat naked thing beyond anything he ever hear before in stories told by customers or his jailers.

The sides of the giant show two pink mares standing ready to defend their oversized companion, with a well muscled Pegasus mare standing on a cloud above them, keeping the immediate area in view, while appraising the new arrival.

What frighten him was the two seeming bone Golems, he never ever hear any legend about Golems made out naked bones.
But Emptys confidence returned when Dragon reassurance about their woundrable nature towards her magic was assured.
If she can use bones inside a living creature as spell ingredients, than a pair of bone Golems wasn't anything to fear.

EmptyPlotFiller introduced himself and was surprised when it turned out that his father was not just part of the tent village before him, but their current leader as well.

Instead of going through the routine the Breezee had planned to establish himself in a unknown community, did he was welcomed by his sire in a warm embrace. He would establish his dominance later under the group of stallions, for now he needed to be introduced to his new community, that already eagerly await him joining them.

After he learned of the mega herd rules for defense, did the Breezee made her existance known.
To The Bad Dragon surprise and delight had her name and reputation made its way to the community they would integrate into with time.

They celebrated the day and night the return of their leaders son and newest addition to the future breeding roster.

Though reluctant to hear about the mares expectations, did the young stallion was not required to sire offspring on demand.
That said, the mares didn't hide their enthusiasm about him chosing a mare or multiple for his herd.
It was strange for him to not be bossed around by mares and them waiting for him to decide about who got to share his body.

His mental scars might yet heal in time, perhaps he could over time learn to trust again, not out of necessity, but choice.

After EmptyPlotFiller and The Bad Dragon having celebrated one day and night, so day and night shift had a opportunity to meet them in pony, did the new stallion suffered from indecision.
Everypony wanted to meet him, befriend him and in time perhaps bed him.

Meanwhile did the Breezee basically non stop told the heroic tales of her decade of service to the crown of the Alicorn royalty, also how Fausts husband had betrayed her loyalty and almost successful ended her life.

Maybe the next time they traveled to a trading zone, could they find a way for the Breezee to return to the city and move back to her home world.
If her services and loyalty wasn't appreciated anymore, than there wasn't another reason to stay in a world that was not her own.

Something that made the stallion leadership hire her on the spot. They wondered why 1 gold coin was sufficient per month for the Breezee service, but they offered her 10 per month, if she stayed with their community for a while.

After short negotiations did the Breezee agreed to be employed for 10 years, after that they will bring her into the capital of their splintered nation and her earned gold alongside her possessions, so she could retire a rich Breezee.

With her no longer being in the safety of a castle air stale current, did her personal involvement in defense was put on the hindlegs and instead she be helping with training up the community members and giving them access to her magic.

With them using bone needles and other calcium rich materials, was it something that would help everycreature greatly.

Though the gray bipedal predator still give her shivers, his magic feel so alien to anything she experienced before.
Because unlike clay, metal or steel Golems that she see and spar against in the past, these seem to somehow have a life on their own.
Distorted and unnatural to her magic sensation perception, but the fact that her magic could literally be used to use them up, greatly calmed her mind about these magical constructed Golems.

Once they had set a routine within days of living in this pony community, did a group of Griffons made a swift apperance.
The Bad Dragon already anticipated a battle to break out, only to be baffled at the discovery that the Griffons and ponies cooperated.
Actually they had not just a mutual pact to assist one another in combat, trade and share knowledge, some of the Griffons had been treated like pony stallions.
Apparently did months prior did both groups bonded over a string of events, making them a unusual cross species community.

The Bad Dragon would become famous, once she returned home. Perhaps she should try to write her time in this strange world of giants down in a autobiography.
She be double as rich as this currently running arrangement would made her already.

Over the next days did EmptyPlotFiller and The Bad Dragon trained Ponies and Griffons alike in her ways, be it physical training as she learned from the royal pony guards when she worked under Faust and Solar or her verbal tauntate combat arts.

The Bad Dragon cling to EmptyPlotFiller right ear, the stallion was walking left to right a few steps away from his current batch of recruits.

10 at a time, that was the biggest group of a training season a day or night, depending on the group of trainees.
The Griffon and Thestral preference was twilight or night, while all other ponies insisted on daylight training.

Today the gray predator named Gabriel Gray and his herd of 3 mares alongside probationary 2 other herdmates and 4 unrelated ponies, would for the first time experience the training regime of the tanttauntate verbal combat style.
If they agreed to keep with it, than the Breezee would go out her way to make some fitting pantyhoses, before reducing them magical by 1 size to start the training in earnest.

The Breezee with the aid of Starlight Glimmer voice amplification spell give the recruits the short version of her monolog, further did she explain what they would be training in if they are willing to go through the trouble on challenging themself to become greater than they currently are.

If they decide after receiving their Pantyhose to jump of the training, than they need to return the clothing for other to be used after getting magicaly reconfigured for their use.

So if they withstand this first two test, than they prove to have the guts to try being actually worth something.
Otherwise they might go undress and go home to cry in shame in the corner of despair and weakness.

Everycreature going through the training would possess great power, but if they would not be careful, it could break their opponent, or worse... themself.
A mere one layer of pantyhose is enough strife to turn someone like herself into a she-demon.
But that would only be experienced by them if they are ready, not sooner.
They might try to tap into that power in time, if they showed themselves to be worthy.

EmptyPlotFiller stood straight and slapped his chest fluff with a wing repeatedly.
He than gestured to Pinkie Pie, she be the first to feel the might of the verbal combat style tauntate!

They warned her:
"We will come at you with all we got!
Withstand our taunting and you might show us what you can return without pantyhose, followed next time with the difference of owning pantyhose as to experience the difference in power.

Time to give you a taste of demoralization through verbal combat!"

Pinkie Pie didn’t want to buy anything they were trying to selling, yet her herd wanted to give it a shot, so she would participate in it.
It might be fun in some way after all.

The clarity of their goal was unlike anything Gabriel Gray experienced in his life before.
Failure to withstand simply wasn’t an option. With a fixed stare at their teachers and sparring opponent, he would begin memorizing their crafted taunts.
The human guessed all the blood from their legs was pumped to the brain, sending it into overdrive.
EmptyPlotFiller and her Breezee teacher had their vocal cords tightened as if by an effect of thaumaturgy, prepared to give them a verbal smack down.

The normal silent voice of the Breezee turned into booming shockwaves thanks to Starlight Glimmers spell for voice amplification.
As she yelled out: "Mortal combat!"
"Verbal combat!"

EmptyPlotFiller began:
“I see you’re disconnected from reality, since there are no tears in your eyes. The world is suffering. I know it to be true. I feel the pressures of agony from all sides with my very being.”

The Bad Dragon continued:
"I want to run away from the pantyhoses that I’m wearing even more than I’d be willing to run from death. Ergo, death has nothing on me now that I'm wearing them."

EmptyPlotFiller quickly continued:
“I won’t forgive you, just as these pantyhoses are unforgiving to me!

You’ll know no pleasure of winning for the rest of our encounter, just as I don’t know the pleasure of freedom anymore. The pantyhoses took away the last patch of free fur coat!"

Pinkie Pie mouth started to dropping open.

The Bad Dragon give her no time to recover:
"You can't hurt me more than I'm already hurting.

You can’t tear me apart, not with all these layers of compression holding me together.

I used to be afraid of cuts, but now I just want you to rip me free. I want to see everything that binds me destroyed!”

Pinkie Pie could practically feel the dispair and pain coming from them.

EmptyPlotFiller depressing revelations continued:
"You can't break me, the pantyhoses have already done so!

My discomfort is your demise, these pantyhoses are my ultimate weapon. They give me the desire to end it all.

I may be suffocating in these pantyhoses, but in the end, I'll be victorious."

The Breezee continued the onslaught:
"You'll never defeat me. You can’t defeat one who has already been conquered by the discomfort of wearing multiple layers of pantyhoses.

If I can go through with wearing tight clothes, then the challenge before me doesn’t even compare!

I'll squeeze the morale out of you, just like these pantyhoses are squeezing my legs!

You'll never see me crumble, the pantyhoses are keeping me standing. I can’t even bend my knees to lay down!"

Pinkie Pie started to sway from the onslaught of demoralization of the truth of their suffering.

In unison they continued:
"You're no match for me, I've already lost the battle against discomfort, I can’t lose more.

You'll never defeat me, the struggle of wearing tight clothes makes this test trivial in comparison.

I have nothing but focus and control remaining, because all the potential for distraction has already been claimed by the pantyhoses I’m wearing!

You'll never see my defeat, the pantyhoses already claimed it!

The abundance of blood in my head allows me to tap into my hidden vocabulary, just like pantyhoses are reaching into my most private areas.”

The turmoil bring Pinkie Pie to her knees, how could anyone stand this strife willingly or otherwise?!

EmptyPlotFiller and The Bad Dragon than alternated:

"I'll outdo your expectations, just like these pantyhoses are outdoing my will to live."

"The pantyhoses may be constricting, but they're also giving me composure. Even if I wanted to kneel before you, I couldn’t because the many layers won’t allow me to bend my knees!"

"The pantyhoses may be tight, but they're also giving me a death wish!"

"You cannot break my morale, because it already broke when we dressed up for this fight."

“You could threaten me with a knife right now but I’d only welcome it because I’m not sure how else I’ll be able to get out of this stupid fabric without something sharp.”

“You think victory over me would be a nice thing, but we can’t have nice things, because pantyhoses exist in this world. You cannot have a nice thing because the fact remains that I’m wearing pantyhoses right now. ”

Pinkie Pie started to feel very light headed, all this suffering, it was simply to mutch.

“You wish to reason with me, but you fail to understand that it’s completely unreasonable for anybody to wear pantyhose, and I’m currently wearing multiple.”

“I know what you’re thinking. You believe I’m in a tight spot right now. You have no grasp on the extent of tightness I’m in.”

“There are only 2 kinds of people in the world. Those who have worn pantyhose in their lives and the innocent ones who have not yet been defiled. Witness my corruption take root as I transition to the dark side. Innocence lost can never be regained!”

Pinkie Pie hair started to go straight, losing its puffy nature.

“If I am destined to suffer, you shall suffer as well!”

“The tightness I have to constantly endure is so unbearable that it becomes me. I will be unbearable to you in turn!”

“You hope for victory, but hope is a lie. I know for my hopes have been snuffed out by the tightness of the pantyhose.”

“Pantyhoses don’t decay like we do. In a sense, now that they latched onto me, that part of me is immortal. What chance do you have against me, mortal?”

“No pain that you might unleash upon me can compare to the pressure I feel right now.”

“You may beg for mercy after this, but the world itself does not deserve salvation, for pantyhose exists in it. Mercy is only a fairytale.”

"If I may only undress when this fight ends, I'll make quick work of you, because Faust knows I want to strip naked right now due to the chaffing I feel because of the dumb fabric, making sand in ones crack a pleasure in comparison!"

"You've only seen half of my power. I use the other half straining my ties, trying not to get squished by the pantyhoses completely."

Pinkie Pie colors started to fade to a lighter shade.

“By the mere fact that you’ve seen me suffering wearing tight clothes, I cannot let you walk away from here undefeated, not without sharing my suffering. You won’t be walking off tonight.”

Pinkie Pie fainted, with a demoralization line following her into the verbal oblivion.

“Nobody should wear clothes that are too small, but just like suffering is part of life, so are pantyhoses part of this tormenting existence. To experience such merciless clothes is to experience the life of a slave, devoid of choice or happiness!”

The Author might have written the Pantyhose confrontation, but it was still to hard for him to bear re-reading it.
He lay defeated in his room before the open writing program.
His fellow companions in his world stayed out of the room for their own safety with wide eyes upon discovering him so thoroughly defeated on the ground.

What ever happened, they preferred not to get hit by it as well, if it could be helped.
Their survival instincts screaming at them to wait and see if the situation would resolve itself over time.
Alternativ they just try to lasso the Author into safety out of the room and learn of the threat once it was over.

EmptyPlotFiller and The Bad Dragon didn't see anyone besides Pinkie Pie laying in defeat of the verbal smacking, but they knew to have defeated a listening in but unseen faction of great power, that still had been layed low...
By the power of the Pantyhose!

When Pinkie Pie awakend did her demoralizing showed her to tap into her darkness.
Life wasn't all party and games, in time they might, but until they reached brighter days and night, she would make this mighty strength her own.

If they would have to suffer, do would the Author share it alongside them.

When the life wasn't white or black, but a thick gray... than they would fight to make it right.
So one day, the happiness might return to them in time.
To party or not to party, that was the question.
Or was it to party hard?
Because a Pie know to party harder than anyone else!

Gabriel Gray had a baaad feeling about this.
Not just because of the coming pantyhoses...

Perhaps not just his Necromancy would earn him the Gray part of his name.

But he could see why they have bonded with one another. They suffered together and it bonded them tighter than any Pantyhose ever could!

Author's Note

Not at all inspired by the story:
'Pantyhose Warrior'

Not at all inspired by:
'Bad Dragon' a Author having given me the most painful laughter in a while... I absolutely didn't love it.

Not at all inspired by said Spike adult face avatar using activ in Fimfiction since the:
Joined 12th Aug, 2013
Dude...

OK seriously... Thank you
Bad Dragon.

All Pantyhose lines are originated from Bad Dragons story, changed up if necessary to fit this chapter.
If you enjoy this chapter?
His story inspired me to make this huge ass chapter as my personal thanks for the laughing cramping I suffered reading it.

Also thanks a lot EmptyPlotFiller, your storys give me joy for years.
Longest story I read and re-read in Fimfiction ♡

[This chapter obviously will be moved down the list once the other unwritten chapters are added over time. This event happen after chapter 12.]

Stay snuggly ♡👍