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Rainbow Dash 2.0: Testing Day I was already in pure shock: what was just a 3-foot-tall pony became a 5-foot-tall, technicolor Pegasus mare. The Pegasi's name is Rainbow Dash, who now stood above me. Her mane was blended in while the colors remained apart. Her wings were now bigger than her older wings were. Also, her C-Mark was much bigger; the lightning bolt ran down her hind legs while the cloud covered most of her flanks. Plus, her back seemed lower and her rump was somehow more muscular; her forelegs and hind legs were more horse-like. Dashie's tail was also more horse-like, and as for her coat...it was shinning as bright as Airwolf's armor plating in the evening sun.
"Thanks for the tune-up, Tron!" Rainbow boomed, her voice with a slightly deeper pitch. "Thanks..." I muttered quietly. One of my most favorited ponies was now a super-mare. She stared at me with her violet/pink eyes beaming. "Wanna try it out with me?" The Pegasus asked. I gasped, before saying, "You mean it?" She nodded, then
Q.1Auren the Fox-idna asked: "can i use firetron (a human version) in my story. and is he a fire user?"
1.Sure, but if it's a Mobian-based story, then it's gonna have to be the current version of myself (hedgehog).
2. He mostly uses plasma and Psychic abilities, but he can use his Psychokinesis to generate fire, reshape solid objects, make massive waves, and hell, he can even create a powerful jet of air known as "Psychic Jet". He also has a CRAP-LOAD of abilities.
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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