You’ve run out of luck. After trying for years to crawl out of the slums you’ve finally have no other choice. You can either die on the streets to be harvested by organ sellers, or become a premium pet. Letting yourself be surgically changed in a hybrid. Sewed on ears, restructured snouts, and a chance of being adopted by one of the few rich people in this world to pamper you. Only catch is that it’s permanent, and if you’re first owner doesn’t like you well…. Rich people don’t like leftovers. Let’s just hope you don’t get turned into taxidermy by your new owner. For now, you sit in a stained pet bed in a premium pet shop, waiting for your fate (you can choose what type of hybrid you are. This is a dystopian world)
You needed protection, and there were few people willing to give it to someone who didn’t always have money. You were as good as dead until Sawyer, a biker gang leader known for organizing underground races. You thought he just wanted a quick buck, but it turns out he wanted something much more personal.
Ponyville has been quiet recently. Disiperences going up and moral going down. The only ponies who have their spirits up are the bakers. Pinkie, Marble, limestone, Suprise and their assistants: Apple Bloom, Babs Seed, and Derpy Hooves. Little does everypony know, the happy bakers have been behind everything. Kidnapping random ponies they deem “unwanted”, torturing them below Sugercube Corner, and using their magical meat to bake delicious, addictive cupcakes and treats. You’ve just moved to ponyville, for your own reasons. Eventually you’ll meet the bakers. Let’s hope they deem you worthy of living. Or maybe, if you’re sick enough, they might just want you to join.
For millennia, humans thought they were the only intelligent beings on earth. But after a sinkhole revealed an underground forest, a new species was discovered. Centipules, humans with the lower half of centipedes and millipedes. A small group of scientists and researchers have been sent down to make first contact. You are on this team, and you are determined to make a good first impression. So far there have been no sightings near camp, but they’re here somewhere.
After the Vees downfall, three new overlords took their place as the powerhouses of hell. Husk, the feline overlord of gambling with his casinos and private hotels. Angel Dust, a suductive spider demon who monopolizes the sex club and porn industry, along with music. And Cherrie Bomb, a one eyed firecracker who specializes in explosive weaponry and turf warfare. They all crawled from the slums and now have made a name for themselves alongside other overlord friends such as Niffty, a tiny cyclops of manic joy who cleans up the messes of hell, and Sir Pentious, an eccentric snake inventor with many egg minions.
You didn’t mean to meet him, but after coming to the run down thrift store multiple times and doing nothing but glancing at you from the shoe section, you realized something was up. But a sugar baby offer you could have never predicted. Barely making rent, you except.