>you will never help your pone mom cook dinner
>she will never awkwardly tell you that you are adopted despite how obvious it is
>she will never cradle you close at night while you rest in bed
;_; Mah feels
cowboy henk in equestria
>>25270543
>>25270543
Imagine if Horse Wife became your Horse Mom.
>>25270587
A horse mom blog like horse wife would be fucking adorable. A single pony mother trying to raise a human child.
>>25270593
>single mother
absolute degeneracy
>>25270600
Go home /pol/ your drunk
>>25270600
/pol/ has a point, there's no need for her to be single.
>>25270606
Okay /po/
>>25270614
I am from /p/ get it right.
>>25270612
But anon, if your horse mother isn't single then how will you fuck her without cucking your father?
>>25270612
I was thinking more along the lines of a mare who is barren and can't have kids and no stallion wants her. She ends up adopting a human and they journey through life together.
>>25270619
Horse mom is not for sexual.
Horse mom is gor reading good night stories and kisses on your forehead.
>>25270631
All ponies are for sexual, as are all mothers. Denying this natural fact is as pointless as denying the curvature of the earth or the reality of the magnetosphere. Good hell, anon. Do you even science?
>>25270648
The earth is concave you sheeple.
>bug mom will never take you to a raid on bring your child to work day
Why even live
>>25270543
This is nice and all but wheres the lewd? I got Oedipus on the other line here
>>25270790
>Pone mom will never comfort you after a mare rejects you for being "different"
>Pone mom will never help you with your urges when you keep waking up with your morning wood poking her in the side
>Pone mom will never think it is strange that you sleep with her every night even at 13
>>25270804
>Lets you fuck her/ sucks your dick
>Thinks it is strange that you sleep in the same bed with her
Horses got some strange standards is all I'm saying.Is this some weird tradition akin to the pony pastime of having to defeat your father and claim your mother to prove you are a stallion?
>>25270824
I was just going for a weird fucked up relationship angle. Nothing that deep. Just pseudo incest.
>>25270606
That pic says cancer.
>>25271162
It is just a cute image of tails the fox, Anon.
I want a big pone mom.
>>25271419
Back off she is mine.
>>25270606
Don't remind me.
>>25271649
Jesus, not that big.
>>25271716
>not setting up wifi inside your mom's uterus and living there
>>25270543
>big pones
Absolutely haram.
mom bmp
>>25270619
>Not fucking horse mom AND horse dad
Gaaaaaaaaaay
>>25270756
>mfw I watched bugmom 404 without a single reply
Bemp
bumpo
What horse would be best mom and who would be worst mom?
My last bump.
I leave you with all I have left of cute.
>>25275465
I lied I have more. Have a retarded Anon.
>>25275690
>>25275690
Does anyone know if Dandelions are harmful for humans?
>>25275712
>But mom I want a chicken stew!
>>25275845
You eat what your mother provides or you get a spanking.
>>25275856
And don't be fags you people. Remember to hug your mother.
>>25275856
I may be after high school only but I know that we humans usually don't eat dandelions.Whay the fuck I am doing in a mom thread.
>>25275712
They're quite healthy for you actually.
>>25276398
Today I learned something new.
>>25276411
>>25276398
Turns out OP's not such a faggot.
http://healthyeating.sfgate.com/can-eat-dandelion-greens-raw-4710.html
>>25276371
>>25276418
I have made a terrible mistake.
>>25276299
Got a shovel handy?
>>25276452
That's harsh, dude.
>>25275712
When I was kid I heard the stems were poison, but that just might be dumb shit kids say. I know people make wine out of dandelions, so maybe not. I'm too lazy to google it and pretend like I'm smart.
>>25276452I will trade you one dead mother for a sexually abusive one.
>>25276507
Time for comfy feels
>>25276996
bed time
bemp
I want tocuddlemom andkissher on thecheek.
bemp
>>25279804
You should be ok with that, Sanic.
Best mom coming through!
>>25280926
BUY SOME APPLES
Well you made it to Equestria! But you are an adult stuck in the body of little tiny babby Anon. Derpy is the only one with room and time to take you in and you can't talk nor do you have good motor skills yet. How fucked are you with Derp pone?
bemp
>>25280029
Why do the autistic like sanic?
>>25282822
>asking about autism on /mlp/
Nice dubs
>>25282822
Wow
>>25283180
Nice old meme
>>25270543
Why so many people here have mom issues?
What happened Anons?
>Changing your mom.
>No.
>>25283844
My mother is the only woman who'll ever give half a shit about me.
>>25283844
My mother sexually abused me for years.
bemp
>>25283153
>sanic fan detected
>>25284676
>weird ass sock
>"Tavi, listen to my little mixmaster, he's already got mad skills for days!"
>'It's a shame you're squandering his musical talents this way, Vinyl.'
>"Ooh don't listen to Mommy Tavi, Anon, you could be the next DJ Premier OR Batch!"
>'..It's 'Bach', Vinyl.'
>"Gesundheit."
>"Hey Nonny! I got a birthday surprise for you! Bend over and spread em!"
>"Anonymous, I do NOT keep making you new pairs of pants so that you may wear them hanging from your flanks, young man.">"..Not that mommy doesn't mind the sight of that tush now and then."
>"Get your scrawny ass over here, Anon. I had a hard day at work and now I need you help.
>"Rub my fflanks. Come on are you deaf?"
>"Mmmmm...That's it. Now go a bit lower and don't mind any heat you might feel."
>"I love you so much my little Angel."
>"How'd your studying with Twilight go?"
>'Ehh, it was more of an interview than studying, mom.'
>"Yeah that sounds about right, I bet she was all 'I-it's not lewd, it's for science' and 'I had a human boyfriend once..'"
>'Hahaha, spot on, mom.'
>>25285996
I would love to do more but I have to passout candy to little shitheads. I love you for this.
Great filename
>>25285244
2 bestest moms
![[dontcha know's internally].png](https://i.imgur.com/6ucuSvU.png "[dontcha know's internally].png")
>"Well gosh golly, are you gonna ride shotgun with mommy, my little deputy?"
would you be his mommy?
>>25286304
Is it retarded? It looks like special needs.
>>25286319
pls dont ask me quesions im Waysted
>>25286304
Never.
>>25286304
>Making a homonculus
>>25286356
What? Now I feel retarded. Is this how it happens? Do I turn into that abomination next?
>>25286373
whu? im a pretty big wasted right now
>>25286381
Was getting wasted part of your plan?
>>25286400
Of courshe
>"HI ANON!"
>'*sigh*..Hi, mom.'
>"PEETZER?!"
>'Why not.'
>"YAY!"
>>25287115
This would be the weirdest one.
>"Y-your great and powerful mother performs till she is tired, and THIS is how you treat her?"
>'Mom, please, I nev-'
>"NO! Mommy cannot bear anymore of your scathing rebukes, Anonymous!"
>'Oh for the love of-..HERE, gosh..'
>Trixie siezes on your handful of peanut butter ritz bits
>"Mmpph..yesh..delishes..m-mommy knew you loved her~."
>>25285869Y-yes
>>25287552
Great mother trixie mmhmm oh yes give me the saggy ground dragging crotch titties
>>25285244
I would love to have those two as mothers
also green text when?
>>25286149
maple mom is best mom
>>25286304
sure I'll raise the little shit and call it Junior or Mini Me
>>25287754
But can you be a mommy?
>"You were such a good boy during mommy's photo shoot."
>'Miss Photo Finish said I have 'ze natural eye for magicks'.'
>"That certainly is high praise, Anonymous, she's among the most sought after photographers in Equestria."
>'Yeah she even gave me this card and said for me to come back when I'm legal, whatever that means.'
>"Oh? Legal? Let me have a look at that card."
>"...One budoir photo session. Oh my.."
>'What's a b-budjwor?'
>>25287906
Do Eris!
>"Don't laugh..don't laugh, dooon't laugh.."
>'Mom! M-mom, watch this!'
>"It's important you stay a strict but fair disciplinarian, how else will he grow into a respectable youn-"
>'Mom watch!'
>SideshowBobRakes.webbum
>"A-Anony-..honey, you r-reall..should-...PFFFT!! HAHAHAHA!!!"
>>25289498
bamp
underrated thread
I want to cum inside mom
>>25291381
oedipus much?
>>25291773
pls
bump before bed
>"Hey Anon this is what I think of your shitty mother."
>>25293621
>Lyra will never tuck you in
>She'll never lull you to sleep with her lyre
Why even live, gents?
>>25293716
>you will never wake up with both hands somehow inserted in her pony fun hole.
Why live indeed
>Your mother will never inspect everyone of your teeth and gently rub your Canines while a slight scent of her musk fills the air.
>>25293864
Dentist pone would probably find the human mouth incredibly intriguing.
>>25293976
>Twilight will never force you to study every night. She will never relieve you of study stress with under the desk blow jobs.
>>25270824
>that spoiler
why did you remind me, anon?
>no redheaert
>>25294236
My thoughts exactly.
Need more pone mom.
/r/equesting green of
>>25285244
and/or
>>25270804
bonus for combonation
>>25285244
Yeah I need more of this. How did Vinyl and Octavia find him? That would be interesting.
>>25285996
>Anon's face when Twiggle hitting on his son
>>25294674
Pone mom pls
>>25284714
>>25295180
Heh
What is pone mom making? I can't tell.
>>25295869
Pretty sure that's spaghetti. Anon'll have no trouble making tons of it.
>>25295884
The massive size of the pone and noodles threw me off.
bemp
>>25296454
>oedipus gen will never be a thing again
>>25283912
Storytime motherfucker!
>>25296642
It is a horrible feel.
Luna would be worst mother.
>>25294236
Oh god she would be an amazing mother.
>>25287906
I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE
>>25299438
We all do
bed time bump
>>25299438
b-baka desu senpai
>>25298313
indeed she would
Cool, not exactly pone mom general revival, but it works for what I want to post. I have a good little green with Vinyl and Octavia mums I want to continue, I just want to know if ya'll would like me to repost the whole story here before continuing it or just add link to previous? Which would you think would be more convenient for ya'll?
>>25304025
Post the whole thing
K, so I'm gonna post what I've got so far and continue off it from there.
>Be Anonymous Scratch, Non by your friends, Nonners by your mom.
>Vinyl Scratch, your mom, found you crying in the ally behind a club she had done a gig for.
>Mistaking you for a wild animal cub she took you in, thinking you'd make an awesome pet.
>It rocked her world when your first word was "Mommy".
>The idea that you were sentient didn't scare her as much as the idea of actually being your mother did.
>But she knew that if she gave you to an orphanage your life would be an absolute hell.
>Plus something about the way you called her mommy made her feel warm.
>Ten years later and you were as happy as a little ape thing raised by a unicorn DJ could be.
>It was getting close to valentines day and you were making a plan to get you mom hooked up.
>You and you mother lived in Canterlot, which actually gave you mom a lot of business.
>Lots of clubs for those higher crust ponies to come to and cut loose for awhile.
>Another reason was a certain gray cello playing pony you knew your mom liked.
>>25304287
>Her name was Octavia Melody and you were going to get her to be your mom's special somepony.
>She would never tell you herself and she never complained about it even when you weren't around, but you knew from the times you had eavesdropped on her doing bills and turning down deals that she had given up a lot to take care of you.
>And this was how you were going to make it up to her.
>She always talked about Octavia.
>"I don't know Nonners, she just has this weird thing about her. I think the words um...elegance!Yeah that's it."
>"Then why don't you ask her to be your special somepony?"
>"I-I can't just ask her! I mean, she wouldn't go for a pony like me..."
>"No way! She'd be crazy not to want to be with you mom. Your one of of the best DJ's ever and have done some gigs for almost every well known club in Canterlot!"
>"Heh, I am pretty awesome huh? But that's just the problem. A proper and prim cello playing pony like her just wouldn't go for a >tomcolt DJ."
>It made you really sad to see mom like this of course.
>You had been working on this plan for the last week, a whole collection of crayon drawings depicting different parts of you plan all kept together in a folder.
>It was labeled "The super mega cool plan to get mom together with Octavia plan."
>The first part of the plan you were working on now.
>You had grabbed yourself an actual pencil and was working on a letter to send to Octavia.
>>25304297
Dear Octavia,
Hi! My names Anonymous, but you can call me Non. I'm writing to you to tell you that me and my mom are going to be at your next show. I was hoping that we could talk with you after the show. You see my mom really likes you, but she thinks that you won't like her because your a high crust pony and shes a tomcolt. But if my mom likes you than you can't be all snobby like those other ponies, so I know you'll really like her if you talk with her. When your looking for us we'll be the green monkey thing and the blue and white unicorn.
Sincerely,
Non.
P.S.
I almost forgot to tell you what my moms name is! That is if you don't already know it, she is the best DJ ever. Anyway it's Vinyl Scratch. Can't wait to meet you!
>>25304307
>Checking it over a bunch of times while cross referencing a dictionary to make sure you spelled all the words right you're finally satisfied with what you've written.
>Folding and sealing it in an envelope you quickly run out, stopping to tell your mom you were going to play outside for awhile.
>You race down to your local post office and turn in your letter, paying for it to be expressed mailed.
>That brings up what has been the hardest part of your plan, not spending all of your bits.
>In order to make this plan work you needed a lot of bits.
>Though getting the bits them self wasn't that hard, you are a famous ponies kid after all.
>Bits to buy the tickets to Octavia's show WITH backstage passes.
>Bits for reservations at the restaurant you going to send them to after mom asked Octavia out.
>Bits for the arcade while their at the restaurant so your not sitting at home doing nothing.
>Just forgetting everything else and going on a rampage at the arcade was the truest test of your will.
>But you every time you felt weak, you just remember that it's for your mom and it brings you the strength to not go buy the arcade for a whole week.
>Plus if mom and Octavia got married you'd get more presents for Hearths Warming, which helps to keep it together.
>>25304315
>The letter was sent and now you just had to give mom the tickets.
>Walking back to your house you stop in front of your door and pull the tickets from your pocket then walk in.
>Hiding the tickets behind your back you start searching the house for mom.
>It isn't hard as you just follow the low tones of music to a familiar door marked "Studio".
>As always when you need to talk to mom whiles shes mixing you just walk in, the music intensifying as you walk in.
>Mom was seated behind a simpler version of her usual stage set up, eyes closed has she messed with some nobs and switches.
>Stepping around the various wires and and stacks of discarded iced coffee you walk behind mom, tapping her shoulder.
>Blinking like she had just come out of a trance she turned and smiled at you.
>"Yo Nonners! I thought you were playing outside."
>"I'm done, plus there something I wanted to give you."
>"Something to give me? Not that I don't like getting stuff, especially form my little monkey-"
>She ruffles your hair and does a quick, terrible monkey impression.
>"-but whats the sudden gift for?"
>You straighten your hair back out.
>"Well mom, I know you've been working a lot lately. What with trying to finish that new album and all."
>"And I also know that you've been really wanting to go see one of Octavia's shows...for some reason."
>Mom blushed.
>"He-hey! Just because I don't like most classical music doesn't mean I don't like ALL of it."
>She looks away to the side.
>"...It's another reason I like her. Her music actually sounds like it's saying something, unlike all that other stuff that's trying to sound like it's actually trying to say something."
>This makes you grin has you pull the tickets from behind your back and present them to her.
>"That's why I went out and got these."
>Looking at the tickets quizzically she took one in her magic and examined it.
>As she did her eyes widened.
>She just looked at it before she rushed you with a hug squealing like a school filly.
>>25304328
>It's been three hours, and mom is STILL getting ready for the showcase.
>When she had calmed down enough you had pulled out the backstage passes, and honest to Celestia she fainted
>The next two days were a whirl wind of dresses, make up, and hair stylists.
>You were kinda forcefully reminded that despite being a huge tomcolt that mom was still a girl, or as she was trying to pretend to be tonight a lady.
>She had also gone out of her way to get you a little suit...somehow.
>While it really wouldn't have hurt her money wise and there a few designers you know to get cloths custom made from, you have no idea where she managed to get a black suit with matching pants, white undershirt, black dress shoes, and red tie tailor made for you.
>You suspect you'd never get an answer as your mom tried on her fifteenth dress.
"What about this one Non? I think the red really nicely contrast my mane and coat, but it also really too much of and eye catcher, I don't want her to think I'm trying to hard. Maybe I-"
>Groaning again you let it dribble in one ear and out the other.
>You had already found out that any input you could give would be ignored as she filtered though the now insane amount of dresses she has.
("To think that it was just yesterday that her closet was nearly empty.")
>As it were it now was overflowing with clothing.
>Your pretty sure you can see cloths that she didn't even mean to buy, but had gotten swept up in her mad rush to get as many possible options for tonight as possible.
>It was funny too how she was going crazy trying to get ready now when the show was another seven hours away.
>>25304342
"I...I think this is what I'll go with."
>Looking up you had to do a double take.
>You don't who could have made the dress, but it seems they had your mom in mind when they did.
"It's perfect! Where did you find that?"
>Mom blushed, rubbing a leg with a hoof.
"Well, when I was younger my mom made me a dress for events and junk. And since it was a gift from mom I kept it out of respect...And it does look kind of nice."
>Hopping off mom's bed you ran over to her and gave her a hug.
"It's a good thing you did! It's the best thing you've tried on...which means you've wasted your money on all these other one."
>Mom cringed looking at all the fallen dress around her.
"I guess I did. Maybe I can return a few of them..."
>Letting her go you gave mom a quizzical look.
"Why didn't you just try this one on first?"
"Wellll~ I didn't think it was "High Class" enough."
>She said this while making air quotes.
"Mom, your not high class. Your awesome. I mean sure ponies like Fancy Pants can be both awesome AND high class, but that's a really hard thing to do. So when we go to the showcase tonight, just be freaking awesome!"
>Laughing mom grabbed you in a hug and nuzzled you.
"Just be freaking awesome huh? Well fine, if that's all I have to do then tonight's going to be easy!"
>>25304378
>"Come on Anon, let's just go home. My hair isn't right, this dress was a bad choice, I-"
"MOM, I did not spend all my saved bits on this just for you to chicken out!"
>You were holding you mom back as she tried to escape from the carriage.
>The carriage was being pulled by some ponies you had hired from a company.
>"BUT ANON, this is never going to work! I mean I can get dressed up for a night, but I can't be the pony Octavia would want me to be all the time!"
>"Then she doesn't deserve to be with you!"
>This stunned her in to silence, allowing you to press on.
"If she only liked you because you acted like somepony else then there's no point in being with her mom."
>Mom eyes were huge, disbelieve clear on her face.
>"Wow, where did you learn that from Nonners?"
"You."
>"Wut?"
>Vinyl was confused. What you just said sounded way to wise for a ten year old, and even more so for the dub-stepping party pony.
"It's the kind of thing you'd always tell me when somepony told me I was weird or strange."
>You looked away as you repeated the words mom had ounce told you.
"Never let somepony tell you how to be yourself, your always going to be cool if your just being you, remember?"
>Mom had a hoof to her mouth, looking at you with that really proud look that makes you feel all bubbly.
"I really said that huh? I guess I did learn something myself after all."
>Picking you up in her magic mom brought you over for a hug.
>"Your right Nonners, your absolutely right."
>Letting you go she let out a sigh.
>"It's just that I really...REALLY like Octavia and I want her to like me."
>Turning her head backwards mom gave herself a ounce over.
>"You know I don't care what ponies think of me normally, but this is different..."
"I know mom, but just remember your own advice okay? I know it might hurt if she doesn't like you, but that's still a lot better than her liking a fake you."
>Tapping a finger against your chin you had a interesting thought.
>>25304388
"It really wouldn't be that different from being with a changeling. Your pretending not to be really you so you can get her love."
>Playfully you narrow your eyes at her.
"Your not a changeling right?"
>Catching on mom puts on a grin as she slowly, menacingly approaches you.
>"Now what would ever give you that idea?"
>She says this with an over the top flutter of the eyes.
>Your impromptu play session was cut short by one of the carriage ponies.
>"Miss, Sir, we have arrived at the theater."
>>25304396
>Mom had calmed down, but nervousness still stuck to her like gum.
>As you two were escorted to the box seats you had booked, she kept fidgeting, looking this way and that.
>When you finely reached your box you were both floored.
>You knew you had booked some really fancy seats, but your personal room with mini-fridge, snack bar, long couch set up in front of a view straight down on to the stage.
"Holy granoly, so this is why it was so expensive."
>Running over to the window you look down, seeing you as high as you could possibly go before the stage was to hard to see.
>"Anon, just how many bits did you spend on this?"
"Oh, just a few hundred. I've been saving it up."
>"You saved a few hundred bits in two weeks?!"
"Well it's not like my allowance is exactly all that small. You give me like a fifty bits for good behavior, or if I ask using the puppy eyes."
>"Yeah, well...um...how are you not a complete spoiled brat?"
"I had a good mom."
>Mom lightly jabbed you in the shoulder.
>"Enough with the brown nosing already, you've got good boy points saved up 'til doomsday."
>You just grin as the first act starts down on stage.
>This being a showcase there were a lot of performers coming on tonight, but Octavia was the main act, she would be playing around half way through the show.
>You both get comfortable and watch as a pegasus pony in a tuxedo plays a piano.
>Naturally you quietly criticize every act.
>Mom listens to hundreds of different pieces of music looking for that right sample to use in her own, and so by proxy you had listened to enough different types of music to tell which acts were good or sub par.
>But there was one thing you could agree was the same with every single one, they were BORING.
>Just because you could understand how something works doesn't mean you like it.
>If you weren't picking apart each act and have access to all sorts of delectable treats you might have already fallen asleep by the time Octavia came on.
>>25304412
>At last Octavia graced the stage.
>"OHMYGOSH."
>Mom leaned in closer now, watching intently even when all Octavia was doing was setting up.
>Honestly it made you smile to see all this work starting to pay off a little.
>Octavia had her cello case on her back as she walked into the middle of the stage.
>At the middle she grabbed her case, put it on the ground, opened it up, and took out her cello.
>She stood up and propped her self on it, holding one hoof high up on the neck of the cello while the other held the bow string.
>You heard mom pull in and hold a breath when Octavia but the bow to the cello.
>And with a small smile to the crowd she began to play.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K6xc_FcdgNo - mandatory for max experience.
>>25304430
>You couldn't take your eyes off mom who couldn't take her eyes off Octavia.
>She was completely entranced, hoof to her chest as she watched.
>It almost made your smile split your whole face in half.
>After a moment longer watching mom you decided to actually listen to your mom's possible feature marefriend play.
>At first you just did what you had done with every other act you tried picking apart the notes and melodies, but when found no issues with them you just listened instead.
>And you must say it was the most unbelievable thing you've ever felt.
>It was like how mom's music could make you feel alive and want to get moving, but instead this made you feel...every other emotion you could think of.
>You felt happy, sad, even kinda mad at some points.
("So this is why mom likes her so much...")
>This put some things in perspective for you.
>You had just been thinking of this how thing as mom and Octavia, and not as mom, Octavia and yourself.
>It never really crossed your mind just what you personally thought off this mare, or how she could change your life if she started dating mom.
>Thankfully now that you were you already knew the answers: You wouldn't mind.
>You still had to meet her and get to know her of course, but no other music had ever made you feel genuine emotions aside from mom's, and for Octvia to play with your emotional spectrum like it was her cello you knew there was something special about her.
>>25304441
>You don't know how long she played, but when she was done you had to blink your eyes a few times.
>Octavia gave a big smile, bowed, put up her cello, and with a confident stride walked off stage to the sounds of thunderous applause.
>You're pretty sure mom was the loudest, she was whooping and hollering.
>"That was amazing! That high cord at verse five-teen was just genius and-"
"And let's go meet her."
>"Yeah, lets go mee-WAIT WHAT?! You mean has in right now?!"
"Yes right now, if we wait any longer she'l have already left."
>You get up from your seat and pull out your back stage pass.
"She doesn't need to stick around for the rest of the show, so now's the best time to catch her."
>Mom got up and began following you as you stepped through the door.
>"B-b-but she must be tired, I don't want to bother her."
>Your walking down the stairs you two had taken to get to your box seat.
"Unless I could have gotten servant ponies to wait on us the entire time we pretty much got a lesser version of the kinda treatment shes getting back there."
>You turn a corner and are now walking down a hallway towards the back stage, mom close on your heels.
>"I don't Anon..."
>She, and so you, stops a few feet away from the guard pony in front of the "Staff Only" door.
>"Honestly Anon, I'm still nervous...even scared."
>She had her head down, a deep blush across her face.
>"I've never asked somepony out. Even when I realized I swung the other way I just couldn't do it. And there's also.."
>She looked up at you, her eyes all big and sad.
>"Anon, you're one of a very select few that's ever gonna hear this...I'm scared of being rejected by others."
>Now you were confused.
>It was weird that mom was so worried about asking Octavia out, but just chopped it up to it being that same kinda feeling you get when you saw this one pretty filly that just sapped all the confidence out of you.
>Hearing mom say she feared rejection though...
>>25304451
"Mom, what you talking about? You're Vinyl Scratch, DJ Pone3, the most confident and independent pony I know!"
>Letting her eyes wonder away mom spoke with a deep sadness.
>"That's just what I want ponies to think."
>"I grew up always feeling different, being a dub-stepper in Canterlot's not easy."
>"Being a lesbian didn't help with that."
>She then walked over and brought you into a hug.
>"I hid it pretty well, learning to hide your feelings is a big thing here."
>"I just did if differently."
>"That's another lesson we could both learn, being able to hide a problem isn't the same as fixing it."
"Right..."
>You had to take a second to think and hugged her back while you did it.
"We can fix this problem tonight then!"
>You felt a proud as the thought came to you.
"You don't have to hide this one anymore, but if we don't hurry up you won't get the chance."
>You jab a thumb at the door.
>Letting you go mom looked at the door, biting her lip in contemplation.
>After a moment she looked at you with a wayward smile.
>"Only if your with me."
>You come to attention and salute, making mom laugh.
>"Alright little soldier, let's get this thing started."
>Mom pulled out her own back stage pass and put it on, took a deep breath, poofed out her chest, and walked over to the guard.
>>25304461
>You and mom had been walking around back stage for awhile, but you finely found out that Octavia was in the dressing room.
>Mom had lost her bravado as you two walked, but held strong enough to keep going without complaint.
>Finding the dressing room soon you look up at mom.
"You think you're ready to go in?"
>Mom took a shaky breath and nodded her head in consent.
>Nodding back you knock on the door quickly.
>"One moment please."
>You hear a bit of shuffling before the door opens.
>And there stood Octavia, pink bow and all.
>"Oh my, this is quite the surprise.
>"Who might you be?"
>You saw mom had a hoof raised up in front of her and a painfully askew smile, stuttering like a crazy pony as she tried to greet her crush.
>Picking up the slack you raise hand to the cellist.
"Hey, it's me Non and my mom!. She's...been really looking forward to meeting you."
>With a bit of a quizzical look Octavia put a hoof in your hand and gave it a good few shakes.
>Suddenly a look of understanding came over her.
>"OH! I remember you now."
>"Your that delightful young colt that had actually sent me a letter earlier this week."
>Snapping back to reality mom gave you a look.
>"You did what now?"
>You just shrug before talking again.
>"Yeah, I'm glad you got it in time. Even with express mail I thought two days might be too close."
>Octavia smiled an ever elegant smile and steps back into the room.
>"Please do come in, I'm very interested in talking with you two."
>With a nod you saunter in, pleased as peas that everything was going so good.
>A bit dumbly mom followed, stunned to silence, giving Octavia a small "Thank you" as she walked pass.
>Once you'er both in Octavia gently closes the door.
>>25304474
>Be Vinyl Scratch.
("What in all the celestial beings names are you DOING ANONYMOUS?!")
>All through out the night you had been letting your son drag you along with his little plan.
>This night has been an honest blast so far, getting to ride in a fancy carriage, box seats to see your crush, and MEETING your crush with backstage passes.
>Truly you had made the best decision ever in adopting Nonners, but just WHY HAD HE SENT OCTAVIA A LETTER TELLING HER THAT YOU WANTED TO DATE HER?!
>Not that it wasn't true, but you didn't want her to know that...yet.
>Octavia had invited you and Anon to sit at this little table that had a tea set ready.
>She had gotten you both a cup and offered you both some cookies.
>You took one while Anon took three.
>For the last few minuets Anon and Octavia had been talking like they were old friends, Anon telling stories and Octavia adding small bits of commentary.
>You had used this time to try and keep your heart from jumping out your chest.
>"-And then I told him "If you wanted to play Villain Fighter two, you should have put a quarter down"!"
>*Hehe* "You are the most amusing thing Anonymous."
>Octavia looks over at you.
("OH LUNA THOSE EYES.")
>"You're certainly one lucky mare Miss Scratch, a son like Anonymous here is quite the rare thing."
>Her eyes widen all the sudden.
>"I'm terribly sorry, I didn't mean it like that at all."
>She was now waving a hoof in a wild gesture as she tried to save herself from her self perceived social faux pas.
>"Not that he isn't unique mind you, just not in a way that might, as you should know, um, I mean to say..."
>Quickly regaining her composer she put her head and hoof down, blushing madly.
>"I am deeply sorry."
>Anon is trying to hold in his laughter while you take this as your chance to talk.
"Um..It's alright, we know what you meant."
>You give a weak smile.
"The little guys a tough one like his mom, even if that was what you meant he'd take it like the champ I taught him to be."
>>25304482
>Octavia looked up, a small smile across her muzzle.
("That's good! Don't mess it up now.")
"But yeah, I'm interested in hearing just exactly my little monkey wrote in this letter of his."
>Anon obviously didn't think he had done anything wrong, but he could tell you weren't exactly pleased.
>He sat up a little straighter and glanced at you.
>"Oh yes, it was the most adorable thing I have ever had the pleasure of reading."
>"I really don't like to brag, it's rather embarrassing and even scary at times, but I have received love letters before."
>"This on the other hoof was by far the most earnest and straight forward letter I've received of the romantic variety."
>"While I doubted you would actually show up I did have my small hope."
>Your heart must have exploded because you couldn't feel it anymore after she gives you this mischievous grin and a sly wink.
>"So Miss Scratch, just where were you thinking of taking me for our first date?"
*Thump*
>Be Anouymous.
"MOM?!"
>After Octavia had asked mom where they were going to have their first date you were ready to spring your last surprise for the night when you saw mom tilt over and hit the ground.
>Getting on the ground quickly you find that shes just passed out.
>Breathing a sigh of relive you hear a pair of hooves clip clop behind you.
>"Oh dear, I've seemed to have taken my little joke a little too far."
>Standing up you just shake your head.
"How are you two going to get to The Crystal Corner if she's out like this?"
*Gasp*
>Looking at Octavia you see that she is standing on her hind hooves so that she could have both her fore hooves to her mouth.
>"Are you saying you have reservations for THE Crystal Corner?"
>You feel pride and smugness welling up in your chest.
"That's right, I managed to get a reservation for two at a window seat!"
>Octavia looked ready to faint herself, but something seemed to deflate her a little bit.
>"Reservation for just two? Will you not be joining us?"
>>25304491
"Naw, it's your twos date, no need for me to be around."
"Besides, now that I've gotten a chance top talk with you I know your on the chill."
>You level as scary a face as you could muster at Octavia.
"But if I find out you hurt mom, I'll make sure your not happy!"
>You point a finger at her menacingly.
>She giggles.
>"I promise to be nothing less than the perfect date."
>"Do you mind me asking where you'll be while your mother is with me?"
>Relaxing you just shrug.
"I'm gonna head to the arcade and spend what few bits I have left then head home to wait for mom to get back."
>Octavia smiles and heads over to her dresser and grabs something off the top.
>When she comes back you see shes holding considerable bag of bits in her mouth.
>She drops it to the ground, opens it up, pulls out ten bits, and hold them out to you.
>"Here's a little extra to play with."
>"Consider it a thank you for paying for dinner."
>You look at the bits in her hoof and her face for a moment stunned, then take the bits.
"Um...well yeah your welcome, but I'm really doing this for mom."
"You don't have to give these to me."
>"Do not worry about it, I just got paid for the show I preformed."
>"Ten bits won't hurt me."
>Pocketing the bits you give her a huge grin.
"Thanks."
"I guess I'll leave you two to it then, just have mom take to the carriage that we took here and ask them to take you to the Crystal Corner, I've already paid them for the whole night."
>You get on your knees and give your sleeping mom a hug.
"Have fun on your date, love you mom."
>You get up, smile at Octavia one more time, and leave.
>Be Octavia Melody.
>You were certainly having an interesting night, and it only seemed to be starting.
>>25304495
HOOO K, that's it, everything I've got on this one story so far. Sorry for such a big dump, just hope you like it so far. I'll get to writing more soon, see ya peeps around 'till then.
>>25304518
I love this. I can't wait to see more.
Wooooo story.
>>25305521
Wooooo story.
bymp
>>25305718
I like that show
>>25304518
this is great keep it up
>>25304518
Shit was so cache.
>>25276299
>tfw you haven't spoken to your Mother in years because she kept mothering you
:(
>>25304518
10 out of fucking 10, Trippy. Made me feel fuzzy inside.
>>25304518
Not perfect, but certainly entertaining. I'm looking forward to more!
>"H-HOW..HOW DID YOU DO THAT?!"
>'It's a human trick, mom. Which really isn't magic at all, it just LOOKS lik-'
>"Oh come now, sweetheart, w-what are secrets between professionals like us? How'd you really do it?"
>'Mom there is literally no magic involved when I 'remove' my thumb.'
>"Boo..well, will you atleast show me that other trick again? With the 3 cards?"
>'..Y-you uh..you still owe me 10 bits for that last game, mom.'
Touch the pony mom butt. Do it now.
>>25304518
We need more please
>>25270543
tfw you will never hug that muscular pone neck of your mom pone, and will also never rest your head in her soft pectoral
the only reason i am still living is that i have a hope that this one day will be real.
>>25276411
>tfw dandelions are actually edible to horses as well
>tfw that scene from s1 where twilight eats flowers is actually legit
bemp
bamp
>>25304518
bumping out of interest for more.
Bed time bump
Nigger come back
>>25304287
>ScratchTavia
000.0%/10
>>25313281
>>25313613
Sponge Mom pls go.
>>25304518
Plz continue
>>25305082
>>25306795
>>25307181
>>25307421
>>25307428
>>25308120
>>25311239
>>25314316
KK, I am working on more. Fact writing it now as I also write this. I just want ta remind ya'll that what I posted before was already written from previous threads. I am now writing from scratch again and will take time between post. So please understand, new parts will take some time.
>>25314935
I forgot to add that I'm also split writefagging between this and another thread. I'm working on it so don't die and I promise you will see the next part soon.
>>25270824
>Spoiler
Thanks for reminding me all those good keks.
>>25304328
Not canon with rest of story, just something to fill in the time for now.
>You and mom were sat in the front middle row, mom practically jumping out of her seat.
>You just put on a brave face and hope this doesn't get too boring.
>("It's for mom.") You keep chanting in your head.
>The show starts and the main attraction walks on stage.
.Octavia looks as regale as ever, as she prompts herself on to her hind legs against her cello.
>Then she got the biggest shit eating grin on her face, picked up her cello and smashed into the ground.
>The chorus of gasps from the crowd only made her grin bigger.
"OY DATS IGHT YA POSH WANKKERS! I'M FAKKIN DONE WIV PLAYIN CHELLER!"
>From out of seemingly no where she pulls out a harp.
>"GOT REAL DAM TIRED OF PLAYIN DAT OLD THING. WAS ME DADS ANYWAY, DA BIGGEST FAKKIN CUNT OF DEM ALL! STEAD I'LL PLAY YA ALL SOMETIM ON ME BUNK MATES HERE THINGY!"
>With that proclamation she starts wildly racking her hooves across the poor harps strings, producing a noise that surprisingly has a rhythm, but the notes were all over the place.
>What percent of ponies that hadn't already left did then.
>In only a few minuets all but two were gone.
>You and mom were glued to your seats.
>After just starring at the oblivious pony continue to go at it for a while you finally said something.
"Mom, are you alright? You've been just starring at her with you mouth open for the last ten minuets."
"I...I don't know if I love her less-"
>Mom's cheeks went awash with red.
"-or more."
>>25315256
>It's been three years since then, and you've come to regret ever getting those two together.
>It was cool at first, Octama was pretty chill and knew how to help you keep off-
"-ANY WANKERS DAT WANT TA MESS WIT YA-"
>and never bother you about stuff like keeping your room clean or other junk like that.
>Even kept Vinyma too busy with-
"-DA BEST LOVIN SHES EVEA DONE HAD-"
>to enforce any kind of piratical parenting.
>Which is why you all lived in a trailer just outside of the Everfree Forest.
>Octama and Vinymom are always so busy with "LOVIN" that they couldn't hold their normal jobs of musicians, instead they now sold these weird tapes marked "Strings and Bass: XXX".
"BEST WAY TA KEEP LOVIN DAT SMEXY CUNT WHILE MAKING MONEY-"
>-is what Octama keeps saying.
>Doesn't make you feel any better as you sit in you tiny closet sized room playing with sticks and rocks, listing to you moms "Play" in the room right next to yours.
>As you sit there you can only think of one thing to say that fits appropriately enough.
"Fakkin britbong mum."
>>25304287
>vinyl scratch
stopped there
>>25315263
kekbritbong tavi a best
>>25315263
You do nice work.
>>25315263
Holy fuck you're alive, I guess I should have expected at least SOMEONE to show up in a pony mum thread. How you been Trippy?People from those old days need to stop coming back to life, I've overused my trip lately as it is
>>25316893
I be good matey, and I've been around. Honestly I'm surprised you remember me. I got into the mum pon gen threads literally has they died. How you been?
>>25317372
Worse than when that old general was alive, but now things are looking up finally. I'm trying my hand at writing again over in Dadonequus, but for now I'm trying to rest while I got two days off work. This new job is working me hard.
>>25317436
I've seen those around and been thinking about giving it a looksy. And I know how it can be with work man. Pro tip, NEVER be a pizza hut employee Halloween night.
>>25317478
I won't do that then, I work at Meijers anyway. Don't know if you have one of those where you live, but think Walmart. I work the produce section, it's a lot of walking, but it's a nice job.
>>25317511
I'm okay with pizza hut, good people. Anyway I'm glad to hear your doing ok. I'm gonna be working this thread 'till it's dead, then I'll probably drop in on /dad/ and see whats on the up and up.
>>25317551
Guess I'll see you then, I'll probably be here for a while. I bookmarked the thread pretty early on after all.
I should get to writing soon, Erf is probably at work anywho. Also he's in Dadonequus too, kind of the main writer actually.
Penis
bamp
>You and Miss Scratch were now seated at a table for two with a window view at The Crystal Corner.
>It had been a delightfully amusing ride you must say.
>The poor dear had been flustered the entire time, having trouble speaking without stuttering.
>While you did indulge in her brand of music as a fellow musician you had in fact heard of her beforehoof from time to time.
>You knew, if you remembered correctly, that she was a rather brass but earnest mare that had no trouble asserting herself.
>This only added to just how adorable she was blushing and trying to keep eye contact to only to look to the side embarrassed.
>When at last you two had reached the restaurant she had made the attempt to hold the door open for you only to have her dress snag in the door frame and feel forward on to her face.
>After suppressing the urge to giggle you offered her a hoof and smiled at her muttered thank you.
>It had been fifteen minuets since you had been seated and not one word had been spoken after the waiter took your orders.
>You felt it was time to fix this little dilemma.
"So Miss Scratch, I was-"
>"Um...Just Vinyl is fine, never saw the point in being so formal...no offense."
>You just gave her a reassuring smile.
"None taken Vinyl, I'm not really one for formalities myself."
>You flick your eyes over some of the other diners in the restaurant before looking at Vinyl again.
"I'm just very adjusted to working and living with those who would be put off just by the mere thought that one would not address without the proper formal speak."
>You were delighted to finally get an admittedly small but genuine smile from your date.
>"I can understand that, living in Canterlot taught me that real fast."
>Her smile transforms into a grin.
>"Like this one time I was working this small corner club that had just open up down on Marcy Mane Ave."
>"Everything's going fine, another gig another dollar."
>>25318564
>"Then this stallion barges in still wearing his pajamas, which bright neon pink by the by, comes in and starts making a scene!"
>She squares up her shoulders and put on a slightly irradiated neutral look on her face.
>"EXCUSE me, I would very much appreciate it if you turn this drivel that you call music off."
>She turned her nose up and put a hoof to her chest.
>"Some ponies are actually trying to sleep at a REASONABLE time of night."
"Really now? I must say that most "nobles"-"
>You air quote nobles with your hooves.
"-I know wouldn't take the time to deal with "the commoners", not wanting to dirty their own hooves."
>You just couldn't stop the small grin on your face at the huge one Vinyl gave you.
>"Then I really feel sorry for the guy after what we did to him."
"You didn't torture the poor dear did you?"
>"Naw, nothing illegal, but boy did we have fun with him."
>And so she launched the most jovial story of how the poor pony was mercilessly bombarded with man a alcoholic drink and rave music.
>While rather funny you were more delighted to see Vinyl actually being confident and smiling.
>You rather liked it.
Small update, enjoy if you feel inclined to. I'm gonna play TF2 now, bu bye for now.
>>25318575
nise
ITT
>>25274946
I'd say that Fluttershy would be best (due to extreme kindness) and Rarity would be worst (career before family)
>>25274946
>best mom
>>25293864
>>25293621
>Another long day at the sweet shop you run.
>But it's what you have to do to support your son and starving artist wife.
>Honestly, you appreciate all the care and affection she gives Anon, but it would be nice to see her pick up her harp more often.
>Maybe play some gigs at the local bars.
>Would mean you don't have to work so long.
>Could spend more time with your growing boy.
>He towers over you at fifteen.
>You sigh, accepting that this is your life, and that it's not so bad.
>You enter your home and call out to your alien son.
"Anon? Are you home sweetie?"
>Some thumps come from the living room.
>You open the door to the living room to find your son scrambling to put his pants on.
>"M-mom?! I was... uh..."
>Your gaze turns to see a giant green box behind your son.
>On top of the box reads 'Enter Dick Win A Prize'.
>He's standing there looking at you nervously.
>"I-it was here when I got back from school..."
>Your eyes shift to a hard glare.
>"I know I know, I shouldn't just... but it's been here all day! It was taunting me! Nothing I did make it open up so I figured..."
>Your hoof plants itself on your face.
"Just go to your room son."
>Anon walks out of the living room, green head hung in shame.
>You trot over to the box.
>It has a hole just smaller than your hoof.
>Peering into the hole only reveals darkness within.
>"Lyra, get out of the box."
>The box shifts slightly.
>"Th-there's no Lyra here! Just the mystery of the box and its 'forthcoming' prize!"
>Your hoof punches into the hole and you pull out your minty green unicorn wife through it.
>"Oh.. hey Bon Bon! Th-this isn't my shower, h-how did I get in here?"
"Just start dinner, SWEETIE, if you would?"
>She winces at the venom you put in your words.
>"R-right! Dinner... on the way!"
>This is your life...
"And don't you dare serve Anon mint doughnuts and demand he lick the frosting off first!"
>"AWW COME ON!"
>>25320350
Forty Keks for you.
>>25320387
This.
>>25320387
>>25320424
>"Thanks for the doughnuts mom, they tasted great like always."
>Doughnuts?
>Oh Celestia damnit.
>You trot towards the kitchen.
>Lyra is on the kitchen table swaying over to Anon.
>"You really like them Nonny? Well I've got something I bet you'll lo-"
"NOPE."
>You bite your wife's tail and drag her out of the kitchen.
>Her hooves fail to gain purchase on the wooden floor despite her best clawing attempts.
>"Alright well I have to go on my camping trip with the crusaders moms, We're going to try and catch bighoof!"
>Anon hoists his pack onto his back and walks over to you both.
>"Love you moms..."
>He leans down to kiss your cheek and you nuzzle him gently.
>Lyra's eyes go wide, her hooves go up and she puckers her lips.
"Anon, did you forget your flashlight?"
>He stops and turn to look at you.
>Your wife goes tumbling forward since her eyes were shut in her attempt to make out with your son.
>"Nope, I made triple sure to pack it and a few extra batteries" he says with a proud smile.
>He turns around and picks up Lyra.
>He kisses the top of her dazed head.
"Good boy" you say with a smug smile.
>Anon laughs, "Believe me, Bloom would have my head if I forgot my flashlight. Okay, Bye moms!"
>He shuts the door behind him as he goes off on his adventure.
>Lyra shakes her head to collect herself.
"Well... it seems like we have the night alone together..."
>"Yeah... about that, remember how you said you wanted me to get gigs?"
"I do."
>"Well, I got one! Oh, and I need to be there soon!"
>A large harp case floats over by the door.
>"Don't wait up for me Bon Bon!"
>You can see a brown furry hoof dangling out of the bottom of the shut case.
"Lyra..."
>She freezes under the weight of your tone.
>"Y-yes?"
"Where are you going to play at? Maybe I could come with you? Support my wife."
>"N-noooo no! Y-you don't need to do that, I know you support me all the way from here."
"There's a bighoof suit in the case isn't there?"
>>25320465
>"There might be a folklore-ically accurate representation in the form of an outfit, but I assure you it's purely for educati-"
"You're not going to hunt Anon in the woods wearing a bighoof costume Lyra."
>"But he's a young stallion! Going with three young mares! In the woods! ALONE!"
"... get the night vision goggles."
>"YES!"
"But you're only going to use the suit to scare them from getting too close."
>"Noooooo!"
>>25320465
>>25320479
>>25320479
That was adorable and funny.
>>25319833
>How interesting, if this pony's research is anything to go on, then perhaps you've been having the entire wrong approach to cockatrices.
>You flip back and forth between the diagrams outlined on the pages, trying to draw your own conclusions from this pony's findings.
>Anon's little grunt catches your attention.
"Oh goodness, I wasn't being too noisy was I Anon?"
>The small boy looks up at you, his face shifts from a neutral expression to a gentle smile ,"No Fluttershy. I just ran out of pink."
>You look down at the drawing he was working on, snuggled up under your wing.
>It's you and him and a little white Angel-like blob, only one of your three butterflies is colored in.
"Oh I'm so sorry Anon, I'm afraid it's far too late to go buy anymore crayons."
>Anon lets out a small sigh, "I know, the sun's all the way down. It's too dangerous to go out now."
>You feel a small touch of pride, hearing him repeat your warning to him.
>In such a short time, this strange little creature has come mean so much to you.
>You will forever be grateful to Princess Celestia for putting him under your care, like she had with Discord.
"Well, why don't we try mixing the colors?"
>His eyes relay a sense of confusion to you, his drawings are still rather abstract but it seems like he separates the colors fairly well.
"Why don't I show you, may I borrow your red and white crayons please?"
>He slides them over while you slide his drawing up under your chin.
>You take one crayon in your mouth and and try to draw a small butterfly on your flank.
>Oh goodness, this is harder than it seems, your butterfly looks as much like a butterfly is his does.
>"You're so good at drawing Fluttershy!" Anon exclaims, gripping your wither gently.
>You can't help but feel a warmth in your chest from his praise.
"Well I don't know about that... but thank you Anon."
>You take the other crayon now and go over your 'masterwork'.
>>25320962
Dawww
>>25320962
>Little by little the colors begin to blend, forming a pink that's almost indistiguishable from the first butterfly.
>You watch Anon's eyes widen with amazement and can't help but giggle at how adorable he is.
"You see, you can make a lot of different colors if you mix the ones you already have. Why don't you try making some new colors of yo-"
>Anon's sniffling catches the sentence in your throat.
"Anon?"
>"Fluttershy, you're not like a real mom right?"
>You tense under his question.
"Wh-wha- why would you ask something like that Anon?"
>"You don't really act like one."
>Your heart sinks down into your stomach.
>Worry begins to wrack your mind with questions.
>Have you been too harsh with him?
>Where you not friendly enough?
>What have you not done?
>"You're so kind, to me and to all the animals."
>His response gives you pause, how is that not mother-
>"And you're soft and- and you're always here if I need y-you..."
>His voice is shaky, and you can feel his small trembles under your wing.
>Why is he so upset?
>Everything he's said about you has been nothing but positive, could his mother have been even greater?
>Or...
>"And- and- and you... you never yell at m-m-me..."
>His small hands grip your arm firmly as he sobs into the crook of your wing.
>You shift your weight and pull him close to your chest, giving him the tightest embrace you can muster.
>HIs mother was...
>You let Anonymous sob until he is reduced to quiet sniffles.
>He mumbles weakly, having spent all his energy on his emotions "I don't want a mom, I don't like the way they are... I just want you Fluttershy."
>She was someone who never deserved that title.
"Anon..."
>You would tell him that he will never have to want for you again, that you will always be there for him.
>You would tell him that you love him, that you have for a long time now.
>You would tell him a great many things, so that he might never have a reason to frown again.
>But he's sleeping now, and you wouldn't want to wake him
>>25320991
>>25320991
Welp. I teared up a bit.
>>25320991
F-fuck
I love you fucks.
>>25304378
Pastebin please
>>25320991
Damn the feels.
>>25322199
Call your mom, asshole.
>>25322392
Here ya go me mate.
http://pastebin.com/96rVrnQw
bemp
>>25320991
Pls no more
>>25296642
>OedGen
I do have ONE of the pastebins from that...
http://pastebin.com/u/Clarissa
>>25270543
The Binding Of Anon
Hey, I have a story I'm working on right now that involves Anon being taken care of by a mare. It's somewhat CYOA, but it doesn't immediately start off with Anon because plot. Would you like me to share?
>>25324542
yes
>>25324476
Anon and his mother lived together in a wing of the Castle of the Two Sisters.
Anon kept to himself, drawing pictures and playing with his toys as his mother toiled away to make the best nights for her ponies.
Life was simple, and they were both happy.
That was until the day Anon’s mother heard a voice from above…
>Some more blue should look good on your drawi-
>Mom’s head swivels to look up through the giant windows, she looks like she’s thinking hard.
>”We shalt do everything to salvage his soul our night.”
>Who is she talking to?
>She rises from her seat and rushes over to your room.
“Mother? Thou lookest unwell, art thou alright?”
>”We are cleansing thee of sun young prince.”
>She begins blasting all of the stuff you got from Aunt Celestia, then blasting everything else.
>”Mother! Why dost thou act in such a manner?”
>She turns to you, a rabid look in her eyes.
>Her horn glows blue and you’re enveloped in a bright blue light.
>The castle feels much colder, a glance reveals that your clothing has been turned to dust.
>”There, now thou art free from the disgusting taint of the sun.”
>You try to make do with your situation.
>Mother must be doing her best for you after all.
>Sleeping on the cold stone floor certainly isn’t easy though.
>”We will follow thine instructions our moon, we have faith in thee.”
>The hair on the back of your neck stands on end.
>She’s speaking in that weird way again.
>You try walking out to see what she’s going to do now only to run into a blue field by your door.
>Be Twilight Sparkle
>You hunch further over your desk as you flip the page.
>The latest(and unfortunately last)issue of Daring Do is getting closer and closer to its climax, and Celestia, it's nerve-racking.
>You're so deep into the story that you practically jump out of your seat when Rarity slams open the front door.
>"TWILIGHT!"
>Your face twists into a grimace briefly, then you see how distressed she is.
>Her usually smooth, silky mane is frizzy and misshapened.
>Her running mascara stains her normally pristine coat.
>She struggles to catch her breath as you scurry to her side.
>Spike is just catching up, just as winded.
>You quickly guide them both in.
"Rarity, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"
>"Crying?"
>She catches a glimpse of herself in the cryistalized floor and gasps.
>You watch in disbelief as she genuinely takes the time to fix her appearance.
>Meanwhile, Spike collapses out of sheer exaustion.
>She grins at her reflection as she finishes up, turns to you and goes into hysterics.
"Slow down! I can't understand you!"
>She takes in a shaky breath.
>"I-I found...a...body..."
>>25324807
>The cold ground meets your bottom and when you look up to the open doorway, there stands your mother. Looking wild as before.
>The door glows blue and slams shut before you.
>You try pulling on the door, only to find it a waste of effort.
>Times passes, you know not how much.
>”Yes, our glorious night, anything!”
>You can hear her shouting in the room beyond.
>You peek through the keyhole of your door and see mother standing in the moonlight coming through the window.
>”Yes our dearest night, we hold thee above all else, unlike the others… unlike our so called devoted prince!” she barks the words out to the open window.
>She steps toward your door, entering the shadows, the malice in her eyes pierces through the dark.
>She seems to be darker, much darker than she should be in the shadows.
“Mother?”
>Her wicked gaze never breaks, and her horn charges with a black magic you’ve never seen before.
>The blood in your veins turns to ice, your breathing becomes rapid and you scramble around your room looking for somewhere to hide.
>In an act that can only be described as a gift from the faiths, you spy a latch in the far corner of your wall.
>It’s under where your bed was, the thick layers of dust had hidden the trapdoor from your sight until now.
>You fling open the door, just as your room’s door is blasted apart.
>The terrible sight of the being before you, combined with the shock from the explosion sends you tumbling into the depths below…
>“It is good to have you back sister.”
>”Indeed, we are relieved to have returned. We are… so sorry for our transgressions.”
>Celestia gives you a comforting smile.
>The question you have aches your chest, it burns at your throat.
>But you must ask it.
”Where is our son buried at sister?”
>Celestia tenses up at your question.
>Her face reads that of uncertainty.
>>25324822
>Her face reads that of uncertainty.
“We understand how long it has been, even should it feel like only moments in through our eyes. Surely our dear prince never lived for one thousand years…”
>Your eyes water up, and you sniffles cut through the tense silence between you two.
>”Luna… I… there’s something you have to understand, but know first and foremost that we looked everywhere we could…”
>The chill wind of the night air pierces through your fur.
>”I swear to you Luna, that we searched tirelessly though the castle."
>It bites at your flesh.
>”Your assault seemingly began within your wing of the old castle."
>Takes strength from your muscles.
>”We all thought Anonymous may have been yo- Nightmare Moon’s first…"
>And leaves ache in it’s place.
>”I know it’s difficult to hear sister, my heart breaks everytime I think of it."
>But you keep flying.
>”There was no trace of my dear nephew."
>You will not stop.
>”Luna? Where are you going?!”
>Not until you find your son here.
>In the Castle of the Two Sisters.
>To walk through this place is painful.
>Everything in your recent memory has this castle filled with life, with love.
>These ruins you walk through only breathe despair and neglect.
>Only in the comfort of night do let yourself go completely.
>The anger at yourself for being so foolish.
>The despair of not finding your son.
>The pain of losing him at all.
>This and more you let out trough loud sobs and tears.
>Celestia would be concerned for your well-being should you have broken down like this before her.
>Your wings are too numb for flying, and so you hobble towards your wing of the castle, on weak legs.
>Quiet sniffles are your only company through your journey.
>The become less quiet as you see memories of the life you foolishly threw away.
>”Look Mother, I am taller than I was before!”
>Your muzzle touches the faint engraving you made all those years ago.
>>25324835
>”Mother, t’was a noise I heard out through my window… m-may I stay here with thou?”
>Your eyes turn away from your decrepit study, away from the imaginary mother and son snuggled under candle light.
>”I love you mother.”
>Your tears fall feel once again.
>There’s nowhere you can look that you don’t hear his sweet voice.
>He reminded you all the time.
“My prince… thou always let us know how loved we were. Why then… WHY WAS IT NOT ENOUGH FOR US!?”
>A screech sounds off in your son’s room.
>Your horn already charges with a concussion spell.
>The blue glow illuminates the familiar room.
>In it you can see mixtures of ash and dust littering the ground.
>You blink away your tears and slowly approach the prince’s room.
>Inside you see a very large and old bat.
>It’s stands on some wooden crate, looking confused with either age or being awoken.
>Its left ear has a small split in it.
>The black and white fur has a very familiar pattern on it.
“Guppy? Forsooth, ’tis it thou?”
>The tired bat’s ears twitch in your direction when you call it’s name.
>It gives a weak screech in your direction.
>You walk closer to the aged bat.
>Its defensive stance lowers to a more relaxed one.
>It is Guppy!
>Anon’s dear pet stands here before you.
>How could it have survived for this long?
“Guppy, how is it thou stands here before us?”
>It gives a weak sound from somewhere in its throat and it looks down to one of its feet.
>You can see a scroll rolled up in its foot.
>”May we inspect this scroll?”
>Guppy hisses in your direction.
“Guppy, please, we know what hath transpired… to say t’was all Nightmare Moon would be a fallacy… we art just as guilty.”
>Your vision blurs again.
“Please Guppy, we only wish to make this right.”
>The bat doesn’t say anything more, but you can hear the soft crinkle of parchment.
>Its claw has loosened on the scroll.
>You pull it up to you with magic.
>You swallow hard and unroll it.
>>25324854
[Dear Diary
[Today I died.
>There’s some simple depiction of your son with exes for eyes with the word “me” being linked to it by an arrow.
[I was killed by this thing ->
[In some dark place.
>Beside that is some misshapen monstrosity, the word “ugly” is linked to it with another arrow.
[I leave all that I own to my bat Guppy.
>Accompanying next to that phrase is a small bat face with a split in the left ear.
>There are a series of small drawings, some that don’t make sense, and others that seem to be items that can be found about the castle.
[Farewell Cruel World.
[XOXO Anonymous
>Your breath catches, but you have no more tears to give.
>You look up once more tot he tired old bat.
“This is why thou remains living? Thou guards Anonymous’s belongings?”
>The bat gives one slow nod.
>”We see… thou were’t truly a stalwart companion. We are not cruel enough, nor deserving to ask that thou abandon thine post.”
>Guppy gives you a purring sound in response.
>”Verily? Thou would’st allow us entry?”
>The bat gives one more slow nod.
>You extend your wing and it walks slowly along it to perch itself on your shoulder as it always did with Anonymous.
>Your horn illuminates, as does the crate until you see that it is actually a chest of sorts.
>Very worn by time, but a chest nonetheless.
>You raise the lid of the chest and see many trinkets and baubles within.
>Many of which you recognize from Anonymous’… letter.
>One that stands out to you though is what looks like a small black doll.
>It has a shape that greatly resembles your son, which is unique in and of itself, but more so…
>It seems to be darker than the color black can be.
>Almost like a shadow molded into his form.
>>25324809
>Be Rarity, 20 minutes ago
>You sift through the wagon of previously collected gems, preselecting ones you wanted to use on your upcoming dress.
>You're faintly aware of the sound of claws against stone.
>Thank heaven for Spike.
>He made gem hunting so much easier, and you weren't too keen on staying in this cavern any longer than you needed to.
>Suddenly, a loud clang echoes through the cavern.
>"Ow! ...uh...Rarity?"
>You drop the ruby you'd been inspecting and jog in his direction.
>You're greeted by Spike, cradling an apparently injured claw.
>You rush over to observe the damage.
"What happened, Darling?"
>"Ah...I was digging...and I hit something really hard. I-I think it's only sprained."
>His wrist was a little red, but he'd live.
"Spike...I thought you were more careful than that."
>You gently rub the area.
"We should get some ice on this before it swells too much."
>He winces, probably not due to the physical pain.
>"I was! Whatever I hit was harder than most of the stuff I come across down here."
>He gestures towards the hole in the wall he'd been working on.
>You glance at the the hole and are immediately aware of one thing.
"Spike, you curved a little too far to the right again."
>You point at one of the many X's you've drawn around the area.
"When you dig, you need to dig straight in. The X is precise. "
>He hangs his head.
>"Oh. I'm sorry."
"Now, now. Don't you worry your little head over it. We all make mistakes."
>You caress his head and glance at the hole again.
>How odd.
>The inside of the hole was partially red instead of the usual grey.
>You squint, and a small glimmer catches your eye.
>Your heart rate spikes.
>Could it be?
> DIAMONDS!
>You're suddenly giddy.
"Spike, could you--"
>You glance at his claw.
"Oh. No mind, I've come prepared!"
>Your horn begins to glow and a shovel floats to your side.
"Stand back, Spike!"
>Pone mom walks into anon's room
>"get up sweetie or you'll be late for school"
>anon groggy ask for five more minutes
>"nope!"
>Pone mom grabs anon's sheets and throws them off him
>"Get up anon or your foo...."
>pone mom goes silent for a few seconds then speaks again
>"anon when I told you to get up this isn't what I meant" she giggles
>Anon sits up and noticed he has morning wood
>he tries to cover up while shouting at her
Mom! Get out!
>"Anon I know you are a growing boy but I didn't think you'd grow down there so soon" she snickers
>she runs out the room laughing as you throw your pillow after her
>>25324873
>Any attempts to lift it with your magic yields nothing, it’s as though it does not exist.
>You reach into the chest with your hoof.
>The moment your hoof makes contact with the doll a sound rings out.
>But it doesn’t feel like is battering your ears, it feels like the sound exists in your mind.
>The doll wobbles and shakes, and suddenly it fires up into the air.
>Guppy does not react in fear as you’d expect of an old bat, in fact it reacts the opposite, you can hear him purr.
>The doll expands little by little, gaining more definition by the second.
>Until it has expanded to a form you recognize.
“Anonymous?”
>The shadowy figure of your little prince floats above you.
>Its eyelids part to reveal blood red eyes.
>You cannot react.
>Part of you desires to charge up an assault spell, but the other wishes to hold this strange sight before you.
>Slowly the shadow lowers itself down to stand before you.
>It walks up closer and stares at you curiously.
>Rows of sharp teeth reveal themselves to you in a wide menacing smile.
>Instinctively you jump backwards and your horn glows blue.
>The shadow’s face quickly shifts to one of fear and it runs behind the chest nearby.
>You can see it’s whispy form looking far more whispy, as though it were trembling should it be solid.
“Anonymous?”
>The form jumps slightly but doesn’t move again.
“Tis thou is it not?”
>The shadow’s head peeks slightly above the chest, the blood red glints of his eyes are focused on you.
“Anonymous… we are sorry. T’was thine new… appearance. We knew not it was thee our prince.”
>You extend one hoof out to him.
“Please dearest son, come to us.”
>The shadow walks over slowly.
>It stands just out of hoofs reach.
>You assume that it’s inspecting you by the curious look in its eyes, and the hesitation to come closer.
>It’s hand reaches out to hold your hoof.
>The moment it touches your hoof you can hear a voice, “Mother?”
>You retract your hoof in shock.
>>25324896
>It was his voice!
>That was Anonymous!
>This is your son, and should it be some cruel illusion you will gladly fall for it if it means just a moment longer with him.
>He’s hugging his hand, fear once again on his face.
“No no! Anonymous, we were merely startled… please do not be afraid of us. We understand now.”
>You extend your hoof again.
>Anonymous stares at it for a moment longer before extending his hand out.
>The shadow feels like a cold air, there is no solid form to hold, but it envelops your hoof.
>”Mother? Art thou truly before me?”
>Your mind is reeling.
>This castle has gained magic of it’s own over the years you and Celestia have spent within it, but what sort of magic had Anonymous come into contact with to wind up like this?
>”Mother? Can thou hear me? I’m tired of being alone…”
“Y-yes! Anonymous, our sweet prince… we hear thee!”
>Tears you didn’t think you had spring forth from your eyes.
“We see thee… our darling little moonbeam, thou shan’t be alone again. We swear it Anonymous!”
>The red of his eyes shimmer, his sharp teeth again reveal themselves.
>You flinch slightly and his smile vanishes for a moment, only to return as a small sliver so only a hint of white can be seen.
>”Do not cry mother, I finally have you back. Guppy said you would come back, but I got tired of waiting so I went to sleep for a time. Now you’re here, and it’s really you and not… that monster.”
>What atrocities had he seen when you were consumed by petty jealousy?
>His hand reaches out to touch your cheek.
>The tears become a cold frost on your face.
>And yet, the contact is comforting in some ways.
>”So please do not cry anymore mother, I hate seeing you cry.”
“We will try our little colt, but do not despair. These are but tears of joy Anonymous… we are just as joyous as thou to see thee again.”
>You envelope him in a wing.
>>25324915
>The cold air that surrounds your neck informs you that he has wrapped his arms around your withers as he always had.
>Guppy purrs and nuzzles your head.
>Through some act of the fates themselves you were given something you did not deserve.
>Something you intend to cherish and treasure for as long as you may.
A little repost since there was a relevant post.
>>25324809
Sorry to butt in like I did m8, I'm done now so feel free to dump your green
>>25324882
>A few moments of digging and you're almost completely sure it isn't a diamond.
>The red stuff (recently identified as rust), is almost four feet across the wall and 7 feet tall.
>The rust is harder to chip away at--even with the shovel--so Spike insists on helping out with his good claw.
>He cuts through it quickly despite not being able to use both claws.
>To your dismay, it defiantly isn't diamonds.
>You tap the dull silver.
"Is...is this steel?"
>"What would steel be doing down here?"
"I don't know, Spike."
>"Maybe it's a door?"
"A door? Made of steel?"
>"There's a pace where a handle should be"
>He points a broken rod jutting from the door.
"Hmm...."
> You use your magic to pull at the entrance, to no avail.
>You try again; this time Spike tries to help.
>The door was awfully heavy and you can't help but to get more and more curious about the contents.
>Was it there to keep ponies out? Or in? Maybe it was a safe?
>A few more yanks and pulls at the door and it creaks open.
>A vomit inducing scent wafts from within.
>It takes everything to keep your lunch down, but Spike isn't as lucky.
>>25324943
You're good.
>>25324953
>He empties his stomach a few feet a way.
>You cover your nose with your hoof and make a mental note to scrub your coat a few times just in case the smell sticks.
>Pushing your body weight against the door, you push the door wide open and peek in.
>You can make out a staircase, otherwise it's too dark.
>Your eyes begin to water as your horn lights the way.
>"You're not going down there, are you?"
'Heavens no!'
>You almost say that outloud, but decide against it for fear of getting that smell stuck in your mouth.I
>You can almost make out something at the foot of the stairs.
>Your hoof drops.
>Is that--
>"Rarity?"
>You let out an ear piercing scream and turn tail.
>Those were bones.
>Pony bones.
>>25325071
>Be Twilight Sparkle
>You arrive at the scene with a distraught Rarity.
>Despite the lemon scented face mask, the sickening smell forced itself into your sinuses.
>Your horn paints the staircase in a magenta hue as you decend.
>Rarity sits at the entrance with her own mask; she'd made it clear she wasn't going in before hand, not that you blamed her.
>It doesn't take you long to catch sight of the bones, and even the dried up puddle of what was probably the body.
>They've defiantly been here a long time.
>However, upon closer inspection, they didn't belong to a pony.
>The limbs are too long, it has finger bones and the skull doesn't even have a snout.
>In fact, there is only one creature with these features, and they'd been extinct for centuries.
>The bones didn't LOOK fake...
>The neck is broken. Shattered even. Why would someone put that amount of detail into a fake?
>You look at how the bones are laid out.
>It must have fallen down the stairs and broken its neck.
>"TWILIGHT?"
>You gaze up.
"YES?"
>"IS EVERYTHING ALRIGHT?"
"YES."
>You look around and discover an old, broken down table with a few chairs, what looks like a radio, a few boxes, and a couple of shelves stacked with cans of...something, the labels are intelligible.
>You poke one of the wooden chairs and it collapses.
>If it wasn't for all the disturbed dust invading your lungs, you'd smile.
>You've hit an historical gold mine
>>25325161
>Hours later, you've been able to clear most of the horrid smell and dust out.
>You've managed to find a book or two on the broken creature.
>Homosaipens is the technical name for them you suppose.
>The books aren't very thick; nopony knew a lot about them and it was hard to find evidence they existed in the first place.
>They somehow wiped themselves out...but how?
>You've taken down as many notes as you could, pointing out facts and fiction within your books.
>You've opened the boxes and found what appears to be sleeping and health supplies.
>You've been able to decipher some of the various labels.
>You have an incredible amount of information on this ancient creature, more than anypony has ever gotten...
>But that still isn't enough.
>So many questions unanswered.
>You stand and stretch.
>Various bones click and pop.
>How long have you been here again?
>You step over scattered notes and shuffle to the bones.
"If only I could talk to you...ask questions...get answers...."
>A sudden smile spreads across your face.
"I think I just figured out how."
Hey, I'm gonna take a pause for the cause, my eyes are getting blurry. What do you guys think so far?
>>25325302
I like it.
>>25325302
You have my interest, keep going.
>>25325302
this is pretty good so far
>>25318575
Enjoying it so far.
Is English your first language? I ask because there are lots of small mistakes, the kind that are hard to spot if it's not your main language.
>>25320991
You stole most of that dialogue from an undertale fan comic.
>>25326601
He added enough new stuff and made some good changes to fit in Fluttershy better. I'd say it works as it's own thing.
>>25326676
It wasn't bad, but you shouldn't try to pass it off as original just because it's unlikely that people will have seen the source and call you out on it.
>>25326726
He never did, just wrote it and left it there.
>>25324896
>Anon had to kick the shit out of Luna at least 3 times and fight a boss rush to unlock that rebirth item
At least hes not a casual.
>>25286304
I would bash its brains out. fucking mistake.
Lovely to see this thread still going. I love it.
