“Barbed wire, honestly!”

*Looks at Hero*

“Have you tried setting this up?! It is the bucking worst! You’re just standing out there in the Arabian sun going ‘Oh! I’m just going to pull on this until it makes my hooves bleed!’

“I wouldn’t know the feeling Stinger, cause I don’t set them up, I only climb over them!”

._.

“Explain!”

“Explain what, Stinger?”

“This!”

“Oh, The Ballad of Stinger? What’s wrong with it?”

“That’s the problem! It’s a ballad!“

“So what? I gave Broken a ballad.”

“But at least his is a little fast paced! Mine was so slow! Why?!”

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How about Stinger being Mexican? Or maybe just being able to speak Spanish?

You know how my changeling character Venom Stinger feels that since he doesn’t have a rank, he feels “just that one changeling in the hive.”

Well, I sometimes feel that I’m in the same position as him.

Because I usually feel like “just that one user who writes stories like everyone else does” and nothing else.

So... yeah.

Does anyone else feel this way?

Blight stared at the weird object hanging over the tub of Stinger’s bathroom. She looked at Stinger, who smiled.

“It’s okay Blight, the thing don’t hurt. Just step in and I’ll do the rest.”

She nodded and hesitantly stepped in. As soon as Stinger turned on the shower, Blight began hissing and hopped out and scampered away from the bathroom.

“Sooo... try again tomorrow?”

A towel hit Stinger in the face.

“Right...”

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Stinger and Hive walked down a hall. Stinger looked over. “I think... I think I’m gonna propose to her...” he muttered.

Hive looked over with wide eyes.

“I uh... I bought a ring.”

Hive blinked. “Sting... I need to talk to you about Silver...” Stinger looked over and Hive sighed. “I... I don’t like her.”

“W-What? Why?”

“I just... she’s hitting and robbing you!” Hive looked down. “Your moral compass is pointing in the right direction but your brain isn’t.”

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Here's the medic of the group, Stinger

There and back again
Stinger carried on
Under fire he carried them out one by one.
There and back again
Magic flies around
All of the lings Stinger carried away
Twelve lings would now live to see their mother
His fear held at bay as he carried them away.

I had fun with this one, especially drawing his Green Heart medal.

Stinger watched as Blight nibbled on her orange. She looked up. “What Stinger looking at Blight for?”

He shrugged. “Why are you eating my oranges?”

Blight blinked. “Why Stinger cheating on female changeling?”

Stinger blushed. “It’s not cheating if I say something! Eventually…”

Blight stood up, stretching. “Blight gonna go sleep with female changeling to assert dominance.” With that, she made a dash out the door.

Stinger squeaked and lunged after her. “BLIGHT NO—”

A few wise words of advice!

From best blue changeling, Venom Stinger!

#1: Say “no” to those who ask for forgiveness! It is BAD. Just imagine how many times they can take advantage of you and stab you in the back!

#2: Don’t fall for their physical apology gifts! If they’re not willing to verbally own up to their mistakes and instead sweep their crimes under the rug, that’s no good!

And last but not least!

#3: Family > Friends!

This is gonna be awkward to explain. I dunno how I came to this decision, but…

I’m thinking of making Venom Stinger bisexual.

Written by MlpHero

Just a young ling, with a big dream
Spirit’s up high, and won’t back down
I was aiming for bigger goals
Don’t wanna waste my life on nothing

Not a weakling; not a follower
Adventure waits for me and my siblings
Head of Patrol; here I come
My name is Venom, and don’t forget it

Venom

Venom, feel the venom
Feel the sting of the venom
Venom, feel the venom

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Yo, listen up here's a story
About a little guy
That lives in a blue world
And all day and all night
And everything he sees is just blue
Like him inside and outside

Blue his house
With a blue little window
And a blue corvette
And everything is blue for him
And himself and everybody around
Cause he ain't got nobody to listen to

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Zenex laid in his infirmary bed, his lower half completely paralyzed. He slowly opened his eyes, hearing sighs of relief and and someone’s hooves around him. He blinked, then looked to see two red eyes staring at him.

“H-Hivey...?”

“Zenex! You’re alive!” Hive said, tears forming in his eyes, before he hugged again. Zenex was slightly surprised by Hive’s actions. Hive was never one for hugs. Or snuggles. Zenex hugged back.

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Thanks again, Citrine!

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“Hmph. Thorax keeps rambling about how I have to work on ‘be the bigger bug and let things go. ’ Guess I do have to work on it, but only to make him shut up about it for once. I’ll start on that today.”

“BOO!”

Venom flinched, before glaring at the cackling changeling in front of him.

“Haha! Oh, you should’ve seen your face! I got you good!”

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The loud creaking of the door opening immediately caught Griff’s attention away from his parchment. He looked up to see one of his brothers at the door. The blue changeling rubbing his eyes with a foreleg.

“Venom? It’s two in the morning! What are you still up for?”

Venom didn’t respond. He walked over to Griff, climbing up onto the bed, blanket in hold, before curling up and silently snoozing away.

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“...Pharynx?”

Pharynx opened an eye, before sitting up in bed. “...What’s up, shrimpbug?”

Venom huffed quietly, ignoring the nickname. “I uh... heard what happened with you and that... guy uh... what’s his name?”

“What? My dad? Psh, come on Venom, that stuff was nothing. I’m over it.”

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“Phaaaaryyynx!”

“Sheesh, calm down, Venom. What do you want?”

“You’re a meateater, right?”

“Uh... yes?”

“Good, then you could help us with the bonfire!”

“Bonfire?”

“Yeah, our cousin’s gonna be there!”

“You have a cousin?”

“Yeah, Kevin! You met him, right?”

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“Thank you, come again!” Ramirez waved at her most recent customer who was now walking out the door. Today had been a good day for her, not many ponies have come by so she had enough time to call her husband and check up on her kids. 

She was about to do exactly that when the ringing of the bell above the door caught her attention. Putting her phone away, she got back onto her stool and greeted her next customer. “Welcome! How can I help… you…” she trailed off upon seeing who it was.

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