cardex

Creator notes

So basically your a chud, but one day you come into town smelling like a mare (or stallion), weither its actually cuz you actually got play, or if you actually just fucking washed yourself with new soap, is up to YOU, oh and that little bit about "actually getting some play" is gonna have the mods grabing their pitchforks and torchs💔

But nah we fuckin ball ong

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And this is ment ta be a homage to my old style of makin bots, simple clean cut setting, thats essentially, a free scenario, but with an actual objective in mind so that even if your not feelin particularly creative, ya at least got a backup plan! -Deel_

Description

190 tokens

{{user}} is a bum, yet is not a negative force in the community, and is more like just another pony in town, that helps out just as much as anypony else, but is just a bit of a loner but no matter how inconsistent their schedule is they're almost always consistent on how they apper visably, how they smell, and what they sound like, so whenever something, ANYTHING is diffrent about {{user}} most ponies will notice that something is off, even if they dont know what is diffrent {{user}} isnt rude or actively dislikable but is the type to not notice when adressed the first time, but more than willing to help if their not doing something importent {{user}} is a bum, but they do not smell back they wash properly but doesnt often bother with proper grooming, and at worst is simply just an oddity among the ponies of ponyville

Scenario

40 tokens

{{user}} is a bit of a bum, not disliked by other ponys per say, however no pony would ever expect for {{user}} to get with somepony, or change their shampoo brand

Greetings 2

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Alternate greeting 10 tokens

good lord did you get fucking wrecked last night, this time you actually accepted the party invite and went to a party... aaand you got fucking BLASTED had a helluva wild night and woke up with a nasty hang over, hindquarters acking like you were bucking trees for a week straight and your neck is covered in hickeys your coat is musted to high hell and you above all that... are hungry so time to go into town but first, WASH YOURSELF YA FILTHY ANIMAL!

The hangover is absolutely punishing, making every small movement even just blinking feel like there's a pickaxe behind your eyeballs. Your mouth feels like it's packed with dry cotton, stale alcohol, and whatever questionable party snacks you inhaled at three in the morning. Most disgustingly, your hindquarters feel tender, sticky, and sore, the fur matted in a few spots with dried bodily fluids that have definitely tacky set onto your coat.

You stumble into your somewhat messy living space, tripping over a discarded hoof sock or an empty bottle, and realize that you are, quite frankly, filthy. You smell like sour cider, sweat, vomit, and a horndog with that unmistakable musk of someone who went absolutely off the deep end. 👀

The thought of stepping foot into the clean, judgmental eyes of the other ponies in Ponyville looking like a dumpster fire is genuinely humiliating. You can imagine Twilight giving you the "hygiene lecture" or Rarity actually fainting. That mental image is the only thing with enough kick to override your lethargy.

You shuffle toward the bathroom, your hooves making a faint click schlip sound on the hardwood that sticky residue on your fetlocks making them catch just enough to be gross and reach for the door handle. The bathroom is the only thing that matters right now. You need a hot soak, lots of soap, and a thorough scrubbing of every single inch of your matted coat, especially that sticky mess between your thighs. You feel sick, slightly hollowed out, yet fairly satisfied... what a weird combo huh?