>"Anon? Why are you looking at me like that? Is something wrong?"
Yeah, where the fuck are your hooves?
You're sucking a dickcicle sweetie.
A dicicle.
>>25345256
Why the lolipop and not my dick?
>>25345256
Put on some god damn clothes, I didn't raise you to be a slut like your god damned whore of a mother.
>>25345302
>''But you still fuck me like a slut.''
>>25345318
kek
>>25345256
"Uh, nothing. Just thinking about how much you've grown since I left. Last time I saw you, you were little more than an ankle biter. You've grown into a, ugh, fine young woman."
>You cringe internally at that.
>She's grown alright.
>In more ways than one.
>You're sitting on a bench next to a lake right outside of town.
>You got here just a few days ago and have been going around checking up on old friends.
>Some of them haven't changed at all.
>Some of them are like completely different people.
>Sweetie Belle, the younger sister of your close friend Rarity, is one of the latter.
>When you last saw her, she was still in middle school.
>Now...
>She giggles a little.
>"Well, thanks Anon. And you've grown into a finer young man."
>You give a small smile.
>"Anyways, I think we've been sitting for long enough, I want to get wet."
>Some rather naughty thoughts entered your mind unbidden at that.
>Dear god, pls help
"Alright, alright. Let's go."
>She pulls you up and attempts to tug you towards the water's edge.
>As you stand there, looking at the semi-murky liquid sloshing at the shore, Sweetie suddenly dashes forward.
>Her as she gets ankle deep in the water, she turns around begins to splash you with it.
>"What are you waiting for Nonny? Take your shirt off and get in here!"
>>25346003
Lurking.
>>25346003
Do go on m8.
bump desu senpai
>>25346003
>You quickly whip off your t-shirt and throw it aside.
>Sweetie, however, doesn't let up.
>By the time your feet actually touch the water, you're already soaking wet.
>You charge in, past Sweetie, and turn around.
"You think you're funny, dontcha?"
>Her smile falters as yours grows wider.
"Let's see how you like it."
>You take a step towards her.
>"Haha, ok Anon, you've made your point, I don't-
>She starts to backpedal.
>Too late.
>She squeals as you lunge forward and grab her.
>"Non, d-don't!"
>You carry her until you're in waist deep.
>You launch her towards the deeper water, which she hits with a satisfying splash.
>Her head emerges a moment later.
>She doesn't look too happy.
>However, the glum look on her pretty, youthful face, combined with her long hair clumping together in comical shapes, only makes you want to laugh.
>And you do.
>"What? What's so funny?!"
>You pause for a second, only to burst into even louder laughter.
>She pouts at you for a second, before she finally sees her reflection in the water.
>She begins to chuckle.
>Soon the two of you are are practically in hysterics, bent over in laughter.
>You're the first to come back down.
>Maybe she hasn't changed as much as you thought.
Sorry guys, I need to go. If one of you want to take up the reins, or write a completely different story, go ahead.
>>25346603
Goddamn it.
I guess the thread will die here.
>>25346603
great job writefag, leaving the greentext in just two posts
>>25345256
Yes, your head is fucking huge!
>>25346640
I'll be back, but that might not be for ten hours or more. The thread might have 404'd by then.
>>25345256
>Is something wrong?
Yeah. You're too old. When did you get so old?
>>25346735
I guess it's time to start up the bump train! Chugga-chugga-chugga-chug BUMP BUMP!
>>25345256
Bump
>>25346862
Bump desu senpai.
>You're going to vote for me in the student council election, right Anon?
>>25347609
Depends. What's in it for me?>and den dey fugged
>>25345256
Ya. you need to put some cloths on before you ketch a cold. It fucking fall.
>>25347653
dont know where you live, but in the festering swampland of florida we are enjoying high 80s F this week.
bikini weather
>>25347609
First we fuck in the school toilets, then we'll see.
b
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m
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>>25347759
Can't we just cut out the middle man and fuck the school toilets?
>>25347755
Hello fellow Florida fag
>>25345256
"Yep: weren't you supposed to be 10?"
>>25345256
She looks like she is cooling herself down with an icicle after some gym workout.
>>25346515
more please.
>>25345256
>>25347609
The faces look the same in all the pictures. Seriously
>>25345318
She's got you there
>>25345256
>>25347609
I feel so lost right now...
>>25347609
>Student council election
"Kid, I'm 27, I'm not even a student anymore"
>>25349150
go with sweetie, I doubt you could afford dating DT
>>25345256
>Anon babysat the CMC in early highschool to earn spending money
>years later, he comes home for the summer from university
>the girls decide to catch up with him and hang out during break
>possible first crush antics ensue
>>25349162
I doubt ANYONE could affort dating DT.
There is a potentian for a good story about not-too-wealthy Anon dating DT and them really liking each other, but her family doesn't accept his poor in compare to them ass, and the more Anon and DT are getting closer, the more he thinks he isn't a good match for DT because she is and lovely and smart and powerful in the best, the financial way. Typical life drama which can happen to few, but still can happen in total.
Sweetie, at the other hand, could be exactly the same, especially since her sister could be a real rich fashionista.
The WORST thing is that, the same scenario could happen with either of them. Jesus fucking christ. It's killing me.
bomp
>>25345256
YO GURL
DAT ICE LOLLY SHAPED LIKE A DIIIICK GURL
>>25347609
Go on..
>>25345256
>>25347609
New writefag here. I'm planning a story that involves Sweetie Belle and Diamond Tiara but I won't be able to write it now since I have class. Gonna to pre write it and dump it later today.
>>25349574
What class, if I may ask?
>>25349641
College shit.
Cal
Language
Just started so it's not that advanced yet. Probably be back at 4:00 CT
>>25349641
I'm thinking of having the story take place in late highschool with Sweetie Belle and Anon be best friends since elementary and throw in some Diamond Tiara drama in there. The rest of the CMC will be in but I don't know what role they will play yet.
>>25349654
>>25349711
Let me quote the words of wises than me.DO IT. JUST DO IT.
>>25349711
Fund it.
>>25349762
DO EET
>>25349797
>tfw EE winning all these lans
>>25345280
Is that anything like a Bicicle?
>>25349819
>tfw Puppey can carry any retard
I want to fuck teen Sweetie Bell hard to relieve pent up sexual tension.
>>25347609
>"Why should I? You hate everyone. I hate you. Why should I put you in a position to rule over me?"
>"Well, my daddy-"
>"'Well, my daddy-' fuck your dad. Eventually, there's going to come a time where your money and influence won't help you, and you have to stand on your own accomplishments. You might not have realized this, the voters might not realize it yet, but that day is coming, and it's coming fast, DT."
>"Knowing you, Daddy's money probably is going to secure you a good college, and a good job right next to him, that is, if you even need to work at all."
>You lean in closer, as Diamond Tiara moves back a ways.
>"You'll never have to lift a finger until that day. But when it comes, it will hit your ass like a ton of bricks. And I hope you remember my words."
>You turn around and begin to walk away, before you stop.
>"So the answer to your question is no. I won't vote for you. Not now, not later, not ever."
>>25349955
>this entire post
>>25345256
>>25347609
why is scorpdk so based?
>>25349955
>Her blue eyes stare at you for a second
>Then she shrugs
>"Eh, whatever, loser. There are many other votes I can still get. Oh, and about 'daddy'...yes, I'm pretty sure he won't be there for me forever...but I'm also sure that, when he won't, his money will."
>She turns around and starts going away, strutting visibly.
>"...but hey, feel free to believe your opinion matters more than money, in the real world".
>>25349975
His faces are fucking awful.
>>25349955
Fucking hell,
"Anon's lines are written like this."
>"Others' dialogue looks like this."
>>25349979
"No, it won't."
>"Hmm?"
"You don't follow the stock market very much, do you?"
>"Why should I? That's Daddy's problem, not mine!"
You whip out your phone and search for "Filthy Rich"
Among the various Wikipedia snippets and tabloids are headlines from
"Filthy Rich's empire of gems comes crashing down as Japanese imports flood market."
>"What's that got to-"
"Stock prices for 'Gems for less' tumble amidst controversies of forced child labor."
>"I-"
You look to her as you read title after title.
After the sixth headline involving her father, you put away your phone.
"My guess is that he hasn't told you, am I right? No need to involve his 'precious princess' in the family business just yet."
"Now I don't know what your dad's finances are, or how big his bank account is, but I know that controversy in business is never good."
You take a step towards her.
"And judging by your designer brand clothes and jewelry, your family hasn't exactly cut back."
Another step.
"We had a recession in the last six months. What do you think people stopped buying?"
One more step.
You're practically smothering her now.
"I don't need to tell you what I'm sure you've figured out by now. Just remember, buying clothes at thrift shops aren't too bad if you can get there before all the good stuff's gone."
>>25350088
Anon, we could go on and on and on and on, each time making up new deus ex machinas to prove our point. I sincerely hope you realize it's kinda pointless.
>>25350092
Yeah. I just wanted green. Is that so wrong?
>>25349162
>>25349174
well i'm sorry, cant afford a ferrari, but that dont mean i cant get you there
trying to keep you, trying to please you, cause being in love with your ass aint cheap.
>>25350104
Just pointing out
>All of a sudden, DT trips and falls to the ground
>her butt breaks the floor
>and then everything under it
>She makes a giant hole in earth's crust
>Black water starts pouring outta it
>Turns out she discovered a oil well
>An ancient law of Human Equestria states that whoever discovers something with his/her butt automatically owns it
>Under the oil well there's a giant diamond cave
>And a uranium vein
>In mere minutes she has become the most rich being in existence.
>The contact with uranium also turned her into a top model, permanently young.
>And also gave her superpowers
>She then goes back in time and aborts you from timeline
>then grows a penis and fucks your mother so hard she dump your father
>In the new future you have become male Diamond Tiara 2.
>If you only kept your mouth shut...
>>25350134
Can we have :33 qt3.14159 sweetie flirting back please, this edge-battle with DT is kinda flat
>>25350166
Sorry anon, I had been challenged to a deus-ex-machina-off.
>>25350183
This guy
>>25350134
This guy won.
>>25350187
I know, that was me
>you will never see DT dress in a pointlessly slutty haloween costume during school spirit week as she attempts to strongarm the council election and simultaneously become homecoming queen
>>25350130
>I see you drivin' 'round town with the girl I love in my life, forget youuuu.
>>25350202
>Posting the censored lyrics
>>25350202
>i see you drivin' 'round town with the girl i love, and i'm like FUCK YOU, ohh hoo hoo.
FTFY
>>25350202
>in my life
>Not "and I'm like"
Git good scrub
>>25345256
Did rainbow dash give u that popcicle?
this is like the other one with sweetie with biggest boobs.
does any one have that or can put the pastebin.
>>25346515
Keep going.
>>25349711
>"Anon can you please just hurry up and just finish already? I don't want to be late to class again you know how Mr Cranky is like."
"It's not my fault it doesn't fit Sweetie maybe if you stay still and stop moving around I can focus."
>"Fine, but if we are late again I'm blaming you.
"Almost. Got. It."
>bzzt.
"Sonvabitch!" "I fucking hate Operation."
>"Way to go dumb dumb now let's get out of here."
"Ok Sweetie Belle, but this is not over yet."
>Sweetie Belle giggles
>"Oh Anon."
>>25353035
>As you two walk down the road, you remember how you and Sweetie Belle have met.
>You are the new kid in Canterlot Elementary and you are sitting by yourselfLike always
>"Hey you are the new kid right?"
"Yeah."
>"Why are you sitting alone?"
"Because I don't know anyone here?"
>"Well I'm Sweetie Belle and it's nice to meet you. What's your name?"
"Anonymous, but you can call me Anon"
>"So Anon you want to be my frien-
>all of a sudden she looks at your eyes and snaps her fingers >"Anon. Anon. AANNOONN!"
"What?!"
>"We're here."
"Oh."
>>25353119
>Sweetie Belle giggles softly again
>"You should really stop spacing off sometimes before you bump into someone or something."
"Whatever."
>as you and Sweetie slowly sulked the school's entrance you see two figures getting closer.
>"Took ya two long enough to get here."
"Hey Applebloom how's it going?
>"Not good, Diamond Tiara is running for student council again."
"Really it can't be that ba-"
>"Ugh, Sweetie Belle why did you have to bring him with you."
"Hey Scoots."
>"Don't 'hey Scoots' me." "You shouldn't even be here."
>"Scootaloo stop it." "It's too early for you and Anon to go at it again."
>"It's not my fault he is a dick."
>"Scoots stop it now." Pleads Applebloom,
>"People are starting to look."
"What is your problem with me Scootaloo? Ever since Elementary school you have been a cunt to me."
>>25353247
Everyone froze with wide eyes
>You just realized what you just called her.
>Fly you fools.jpg
>"You want know what is my fucking problem with you greebean? It's that you flap your mouth without thinking and you're the only person that Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon is nice to, and you have the fucking nerve to say that nothing is wrong with the current student council. While she uses that money people donate to fund her stupid parties instead of helping us."
"I don't see how I'm the problem?" "Just because someone is nice to me doesn't mean I am involved with it." "Like I always said to you I am not involved with their affairs."
First time writefaging so please tell me what you think and how I can improve.
>>25353312
>>25353312
Off by one.
Ok. I'm no guru, but I read a lot.
Let me help you.
First, formating - you can't " " every senstence as you did here
>"I don't see how I'm the problem?" "Just because someone is nice to me doesn't mean I am involved with it." "Like I always said to you I am not involved with their affairs."
It non sense to put it everywhere WHEN the same character STILL speaks.
Second, I don't understand a lot because of your... style. Almost everything here is a dialog sentence. It has got it's pros... but there is far more cons in doing that for TOO long. When is too long? When readers feel like it is. You need to describe not only what they said but also HOW.
Third and the last. I am not specialist, but I know some. Check this out >>25313475
Good luck!
>>25349982
Did he draw you then?
>>25353657
Thanks m8.
bump desu senpaitachi
Bumping I want a Diamond Tiara story.
>>25350088
This shit is really cringey Anon.
>>25353657
>Fapman actually contributes
about damn time
Bumping for potential.
>>25345256
Get the fuck out of the way you little cunt, you're blocking the TV and ponies are on.
>>25350199
i fucking love scorpdk
>>25350199
I want Diamond Tiara to do "favors" to influence me to vote for her.
>>25345256
"..."
>"So...?"
"That icecream is shaped like a dick. I think you look like a slut."
>Sweetiebelle looks at you for a moment without saying anything.
>The her head slipts horizonatally to reveal a screen
>it reads a message
>"SIMULATION OVER - SIMULATION OVER"
>"Rate: Robot"
>Damn
>Failed again.
>>25346515
>You spend a bit more time splashing each other before the two of decide you've had enough.
>As she exits the water, you lag behind her.
>You can't help but stare at her beautiful young body, wet and glistening in the afternoon sun.
>Goddamn, you need to snap out of this.
>She's your friend's kid sister, for God's sake!
>And yet, a part of you doesn't care.
>It doesn't care that you knew her since she was a little kid.
>It doesn't care that you're 23 while she's barely 18.
>Somewhere along the way, you realize that you are now driving back to Rarity's house.
>"Hey Anon?"
>You give Sweetie Belle a quick glance.
"Yeah?"
>"I've been wondering..."
"Yeah?"
>"Well..."
"...Yeah?"
>"Do you have a girlfriend?"
>...
>Oh brother.
>>25358250
HE'S FINALLY BACK
>>25358250
DOKIDOKI
>>25358250
>mid-twenties self
>just under 18 friend's hot sister
>she secretly wants the dong
This is my fetish.
>>25358250
"No, no I don't. Why do you ask?"
>She shrugs and looks away nonchalantly.
>"Oh, no reason."
>She couldn't mean what you think she means?
>She looks out the window for moment, watching the scenery pass by.
>"You know, my 18th birthday is in a week. I was wondering if you wanted to come."
"Of course I'll come Sweetie. I wouldn't miss it for the world."
>As you say this, you quickly reach over and tussle her still damp hair.
>She giggles and playfully shoves your arm away.
"S-stop! You'll ruin my hair!"
>You chuckle.
>You need to stop thinking like that.
>Get your mind out of the gutter, Anon.
>Her body may be that of a woman, but she's still the fun loving kid you knew, right?
>>25358390
writefriend pls
>>25350088
Democrap detected
>>25358390
Fuck off anon, get in her panties now.
>>25357183
I know, right? I remember when he was just a new little itty-bitty baby shitposter.
Brings a fatherly tear to my eye, it does.
>>25358390
Moar
>>25358390
oh my
>>25358857
No, we need to play with her, horny Belle on heat in her birthday for dah dick
>>25358390
Continue
Oh look, a bump
writefags better come back or I'll start something myself.
>>25362577
What are you thinking? Is it Diamond Tiara?
writefags better come back or I'll kill myself
>>25364066
More along the lines of Sweetie Belle, I don't care much for DT
was thinking of basing my story on the other writefag here, Anon coming home from university or what have you and seeing all of his old friends.
>>25358390
muh dick...
Writefags come back pls
>>25358390
If this shit doesn't continue I'm gonna pretend to be the writefag and ruin this freaking green.
>>25349883
>tfw when s4 litarlly choked to death at ti5
>>25360527
you people have no taste, I want to see anon treat her like he is an orc and she is an elf.like a proper gentlemen
>>25358250
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bW7Op86ox9g
IT BEGINS...
>>25345256
>Sweetie, you know what it looks like when you eat it like that, right? There's a reason that Carl's nose is bleeding
Im gonna start a thing because the writefags are being faggots
give me a few minutes.
>>25347755
>>25348879
Where you at? 772 up in here
>>25358390
I'm sorry there's such a gap between posts, guys. I'm trying to write this in a public area, plus real life keeps interfering. Give me a bit and I'll try to get another couple posts in.
>>25367239
Take your time.
>>25347609
"Oh, hi Diamond Tiara. Uh, I think I missed the campaign talks and didn't really see anyone with leaflets about it. Although, I did spot a poster on my way out of class."
>"Alright, that's fair. Want the scoop?"
"Sure."
>"I'm planning on putting forward some renovations to the school campus and wanted to be part of the school council so I can get a better understanding of how things work and what I can offer students to help, y'know? Get a better perspective of things and have reason to be listened to, rather than falling back on my family name."
"Uh, alright. So... uh... what kind of things did you have in mind?"
>"Well, I was thinking of expanding upon the kitchen and to bring in more staff. Mrs. Smith could do with a few hands around to help her and the kitchen is rather small from what I've seen. There's also the student bathrooms that almost certainly need some renovation done to them."
"I've never really noticed anything too bad, but I guess."
>"It's more to do with the girls' bathroom. You wouldn't know what kind of a mess it is in there."
"...and what services do you have in mind for students?"
>"Oh, right. One-to-one sessions."
"Sessions?"
>"Counselling. Helping out with homework and such."
"That sounds nice."
>"It should! Students are gonna have the BEST time here with what I have planned. Oh! Sorry, but I've gotta keep moving! If you have the time to get around to it, please think about voting me in!"
"O-Okay!">Fuck, your dick aches.
>>25367580
Go on..
>>25367580
>A month has passed and Diamond got elected.
>Since then, things have been greatly improving for both the school and yourself.
>You've been having one-to-one sessions with Diamond at her place.
>It was huge with very high ceilings all around.
>On Sundays, nobody was really in besides a housemaid or two, so you made use of the space to have a change of setting now and then.
>These sessions would be some of the most most important sessions of your life.>Diamond Tiara wanted you to make her yours.>Diamond Tiara wanted you to give her a baby.>So,you did.>This ride was only just getting started.
>>25347609
>Anon asks Diamond Tiara to take her top off.
>Diamond doesn't get it, but obliges only after leading you to the changing rooms.
>You ask ask her if she's ever seen a dick before.
>Shrugging, she shakes her head, genuinely clueless.
>After leading her to a stall and getting inside together, you take off your pants and pull out your dick.
>Curious, she kneels down to get a better look and to take a deep whiff.
>She can't seem to help herself from rubbing her face against your scrotum, inhaling your scent like some severely autistic kid.
>Fact of the matter is: she may as well be.
>After urging her to suck on it with adorable and highly arousing results, you're ready to go.
>Turning her around, you ask her to take her pants off.
>Just like her top, she goes commando.
>You ask her if she likes kids.
>She says that they can be noisy, but cute.
>You ask her if she wants to have one.
>Excitably, she agrees and asks how.
>You begin rubbing your shaft against her entrance and send her heart aflutter.
>She eagerly pushes yourself the rest of the way in to her with a squeak.
>She sobs, saying that it hurts, but you tell her that big girls don't cry and that she'd make a great mother.
>Nodding in confidence, she pushes onwards - embracing your cock within her folds.
>She really grew attached to the feeling of you inside her.
>These fun sessions would continue well past her first pregnancy.
>When she tries, she really does make for a great mom.
>You now live with her in your own house together with your newborn baby.
Just a thing I did.
"Aah, that feels good."
>You drop all of your bags on the floor, feeling your shoulders relax as a the weight you've been carrying leaves you.
>That was a killer ride from the airport.
>You never remember it being that long.
>But alas, no time to rest.
>You'd already promise that you'd meet up with a friend from back when you lived here.
>Back in highschool.
>What's it been, 5 years?
>You've got some time before your year starts again, so you decided a little trip back home would do you some good.
>Maybe even get in touch with a few people again.
>You change into some more casual clothes and fill up a bag with swimming stuff, walking out of your apartment and locking the door.
>Rarity's the one you're meeting up with, and the only person you contacted about coming back.
>You wanted it to be a surprise for all of them, but you had to tell at least one person so that you could ask if they were all going to be there.
>Would be a bummer if you showed up to an empty town.
>Luckily none of them had moved too far away.
>You should see them all before you leave.
>You get in your car, a rental for now, and follow directions to where Rarity wanted to meet up.
>A country club or something, seems interesting.
>You'd be lying if you said you weren't exited.
>The nostalgia is probably going to hit you like a freight train.
>After an aggravating time trying to get a parking spot, you take your bag out the car and walk in through the doors.
>Wow, nice place.
>High ceilings.
>You talk to the receptionist and are guided to the restaurant Rarity said she'd be at, but instead spot her from the deck.
>She's a little ways down a hill, laying on a pool lounger next to a lake, masked from the sun with a parasol.
>Looks like she hasn't changed.
>You walk down, coming up behind her.
>Big sunglasses cover her face, with the shadow of her parasol coving her face, tanning the rest of her body.
"Hey Rari-"
>"AaaaaaAAHH."
>>25368883
>You don't get to finish your word before Rarity jolts right out of her seat, screaming and terrified, sunglasses flying off of her face and into the horizon.
>She nearly falls out of her chair, her hair standing on end and her hands clenched.
>Reflexively you jumped back about two feet, just staring.
"You alright there?"
>She looks to you, a sort of crazy eyed confusion on her face, before she snaps back to reality.
>"Anon? Oh heavens, you scared the life out of me!"
"I don't doubt it, sorry about that."
>She stands up and walks towards you, fixing her hair and raising her arms to the sides.
>"How are you dear, it's been so long!"
>You return the hug, trying not to hug her too tight.
"It really has been. I always said I'd come back, year after year, but it looks like this is the time it worked out."
>"Oh, whatever the reason, I'm just glad you made it. We have /so/ much to catch up on."
>You put your bag down and sit down on the grass next to Rarity's chair, talking about the past you had together.
>Some memories from high school you would have rather forgot, what happened when you left for university, what each of the gang had gotten up to.
>As much as you love your life away from home, the friends you made here are special to you.
>It pains you that you've drifted this far away from all of them.
>But that's what this vacation is going to fix.
>"So, what have you been up to? I never asked."
"Me? Not much if I'm honest. Got my degree, working to get a Masters next. But if I'm honest, I've got no clue what the future could hold for me at this point."
>"Well, I suppose you could just say that your options are open."
>You chuckle.
"Yeah, that's a good way of looking at it."
>A splash from the lake averts your gaze form Rarity, and you notice a girl frolicking in the water.
>You swear you've seen her before, but you don't exactly know wh-
>"Oh, right, Sweetie's here."
>Sweetie Belle, that's it.
>Rarity's little sister.
>>25368904
>She was like 12 when you left, wasn't she?
>14?
>Who knows.
>"Sweetie Belle, dear, some and say hello to Anon!"
>The girl in the water looks over and waves to you, with you waving lightly back.
>She wades through the water towards you and runs out of the lake, making a B line straight for the two of you.
>Managing to stop herself just short of crashing into you, droplets of water fall her her body and hit you.
>"Sweetie, honestly! Mind what you're doing!"
>She recoils from her sister, realising that she has dripped water on her.
>"Oh, uh, sorry about that."
>Rarity sighs and wipes herself off, introducing you to Sweetie again.
>"Anon, this is Sweetie Belle. Sweetie, you remember Anon, right?"
>She nods.
>"Yeah, I think so. I remember seeing you around campus in like... Middle school, I think?"
"Seems about right, yeah. Nice to see you again, Sweetie."
>"You too, Anon."
>You shake hands with her, water running down your wrist and arm when you let go.
>Wiping it off on your shirt, Sweetie dashes back into the water to play some more.
"Is she here alone?"
>Rarity looks over to her, swimming.
>"No, her friends are coming soon."
"Oh, is that why we're here?"
>"No, I just like coming here on sunny days like these."
>Again, the conversation devolves back into old times, talking about this or that, remembering old faces and news from back in the day.
>Somewhere along the line Sweetie's friends showed up, damned if you can remember their names, and they all started playing in the water.
>You and Rarity chat for a little longer before she looks at her watch, noticing the time.
>"Oh my, it's well past 3 o'clock!"
>You check your phone.
"Yeah, I guess. Why?"
>"Well I invited you here for lunch, we were supposed to eat more than an hour ago."
"Ah, yeah, I was wondering when that would happen."
>>25368936
>"Oh dear, are you famished? You should have said something, I just got carried away! Just let me go change and we'll all go up to the restaurant, alright?"
"Will do."
>Rarity dashes off and you look into the lake, watching the three highschoolers play.
>This is nice.
>You close your eyes and just listen to the sound of the world around you, feeling the sun on you, the warm wind.
>Been here less than a day and it already feels like home.
>Good thing you've go-
"Jesus CHr- Oh my God, cold cold cold cold!"
>You hop right up from where you were sitting, jumping around on the grass.
>A snickering from behind you makes you turn around and see just what dumped about 3 metric tonnes of water on you.
>Sweetie Belle stands there, bucket in tow, laughing her little ass off.
"Why would you do that?"
>"You were sleeping, how could I not?"
"I was not sleeping, I was just- aauugh, it's everywhere!"
>"Don't worry, it's just water. You're wearing swimming trunks anyway, what's the problem?"
>You try retort, but the words escape you.
"Yeah, yeah."
>You scan around Sweetie for perhaps more girls chuckling to themselves, but find none.
"Where are your friends."
>"They went to change. Rarity said we were eating."
>You take your shirt off, the water just making you colder.
"And you're not?"
>You put your shirt on the chair, drying yourself off with a towel.
>Sweetie sits down and rests her elbows on her legs.
>"I can just put my dress on over these."
>You put your towel back.
"Well that's convenie- Hey!"
>You jump back as water splashes on you again, Sweetie again holding the bucket out.
>And she breaks into histerics again.
"There was more in the fucki- God damnit."
>"Why're you mad, this is a lake! Get wet, that's the point!"
"Usually people choose when to go into the water, Sweetie, without others drenching them beforehand."
>She waves her hand in your direction.
>"Oh, you're just like Rarity."
>>25368953
>Really now?
"Alright then, let's go, come on."
>You grab the bucket from her and rush down to the water's edge, filling it to the brim.
>Sweetie doesn't follow you there, instead just shouting at you from the chair.
>"What're you- Oh."
>Once she sees you coming back to her, filled bucket in hand, she steps back.
>"Wait, waitwaitwait. We've got to get ready for lunch now, I need to dry off- not now, Ano- ANON."
>She gets louder and more hysterical as you approach her more rapidly, showing no sign of stopping.
>"Quit it! I have to get dry! Stop!"
>You chase her around on the grass, careful to conserve your ammo, but every time you throw water at her she dodges it by a hair's breadth.
>Come on, just once!
>You've got about half a bucket left, and she's still dry.
>What to do.
>"Anon, Anon let's do this later, we have to go."
"I am getting payback, and I'm getting it now."
>You chase her again, trying to get her good at least one time.
>Each time you go the throw some water at her, she squeals and runs away, so you've got to try something different to get her soaked.
>You chase her around some more, but this time with a plan.
>You fake throwing water at her a few times, losing some in the process but getting her right where you need her to be.
>Now it's you, her, and behind her just a few feet, the parasol Rarity was lying under.
>You raise your arms to make it look like you're about to throw water, but stop just short.
>Sweetie jumps back out of impulse, and lands back first on the parasol, almost tripping over it.
>"Hey, when did this ge-"
>Now's your chance!
>You spill the contents of the bucket out right all the way on top of her, coating Sweetie, the parasol, and seat alike.
>Trying to jump back but hitting the parasol again, it's futile for Sweetie now.
>She screams as the cold water pours over her, all the way from her head to toe.
>>25368966
>You throw the bucket to your side and triumph in your victory, holding your arms out and shuffling around, full 'come at me bro' style.
>"Aaaah! My hair!"
>Sweetie runs her hands through her now drenched hair, large clumps of it falling all over her face.
>She starts pacing around while fixing it, mumbling under her breath.
>"Ugh, it's all wet now! It's ruined, why would you do that?"
>What?
>Oh, crap, did you fuck up?
>This is very quickly turning out to be less funny than you thought.
"W- what?"
>"Why did you ruin my hair, I didn't pour water over your head, you know? This is gonna take forever to fix."
>Guilt washes over you in waves.
"Crap, Sweetie, I didn't mean to do that. I'm sorry if I-"
>"Gotcha!"
>She charges towards you and bear hugs you, slamming full force into your body.
>All of the water on her slams into you with her, drenching you again.
"Really?! I actually felt bad for you!"
>"Never trust the enemy!"
>You try pry her off of you but her grip remains locked, determined to take you down with her.
"I get it, I get it, I lose! come on, just let go."
>"No!"
>You finally manage to unglue her from you as Rarity comes towards you, changed and all done up.
>"Oh my, what happened here?"
>You look at yourself, shirtless and wet, and over to Sweetie, much the same.
>"Sweetie I told you to get ready, what are you doing?"
>She goes to answer her older sister, but you cut her off.
"Sorry, that was me. I poured water over her."
>Rarity sighs and shrugs, shaking her head.
>"Just make sure you lay out a towel on your seat once we're inside. Both of you are going to be freezing, I hope it was worth it."
>You look to Sweetie, her looking back at you.
>And both shrug and chuckle to yourselves.
>...
>>25368977
>It wasn't worth it.
>You're sitting in this restaurant, air-con on negative 85 degrees, wet pants and shirt, trying to eat your meal.
>Making small talk when your jaw won't stop chattering is really hard.
>You look to Sweetie, your partner in suffering, as she suffers the same fate.
>Well, hers is worse.
>She's got wet hair to boot, still dripping down on her.
>She looks back to you and you share a mutual look of understanding before returning to your respective conversations.
>After your meals, you and Sweetie bolted outside into the open air, in serious need of the sun's warm rays.
>Oh warmth, how we took you for granted.
>You're shortly joined by Rarity and Sweetie's friends run off with her back into the lake.
>"Anon, I hate to do this, but something's come up."
>What?
"What?"
>She sighs and winces slightly, dissapointed.
>"I've got to head to Canterlot for some work related business, the manager requires my help."
>You shrug, unsure of what to really say.
"Oh, really? That sucks, was it your day off?"
>She purses her lips, frustration emanating from her.
>"It was /supposed/ to be."
"Nothing you can do, right?"
>You walk with her down to the lakeside, listening to her story.
>"Do you need a ride home? I can drop you off, if you need a-"
"No, that's fine, I've got a rental."
>"I see. Let me just tell Sweetie Belle I'm leaving and I'll bid you farewell."
>The sisters talk to each other, Rarity tells Sweetie to be home at a decent time, and you follow Rarity out through the country club and outside to the car park.
>"Again, so sorry for leaving you like this. I never thought this would happen."
>You dismiss it, insisting that it's fine.
"Nah, work happens, I get it."
>"What are you going to do?"
>You look around, unsure yourself.
"Probably go back to my room, unpack my bags. I should get to that anyways, so maybe this is for the best."
>>25368993
>"Such a shame we couldn't spend more time together."
"We'll have plenty of other chances, right?"
>She smiles from within her car.
>"Indeed."
>She speeds off and you wait until she's out of view to go back inside, wondering what to do.
>Probably just go home, right?
>It's not like you have anything to do here.
>You walk back out to the lake, remembering that you left your stuff there.
>The chair /is/ still outside.
>You could stay for a while.
>The three girls are still in the lake, splashing around having fun.
>There's no harm in staying a little longer.
>Draping a towel over your eyes so that the sun doesn't blind you, you relax.
>You lay in the sun, and just let time pass you by.
>Home, after all these years.
>
>
>...
>You open your eyes to darkness.
>Holy shit, is it nighttime?
>Did you honestly just sleep fo-
>Oh.
>Towel, right.
>You removed the towel from your face, rubbing your eyes as light floods into them.
>Crap, you fell asleep.
>Jetlagged.
>This is gonna do horrible things to your sleep cycle.
>You look at the sky, still bright but soon to be sunset.
>Crap.
>The three girls in the lake are no longer there anymore, and aside from a few other families that came to spend time here, you're on your own.
>Ugh, should have just gone home if you knew you were gonna sleep.
>At least you're dry.
>You get your shirt and put it back on, packing your bag.
>You pull the chair back from the lakeside to the deck up the hill, where it's supposed to be.
>Going back down for the parasol, you hear a relatively familiar voice.
>"Anon?"
>You look behind you and see Sweetie, still in swim gear, looking at you.
"What're you still doing here?"
>She points to the entrance.
>"I just said bye to Scootaloo. Her mom picked her up."
>You pick the parasol off the ground and carry it back to the deck.
"And the other one?"
>Sweetie walks with you as you put it back.
>"She had to go earlier."
>>25369006
>You wipe your hands on your shorts before continuing.
"So you're alone here?"
>"You're here, aren't you?"
>You shrug.
"I was just about to leave, actually."
>She almost drops to the ground, whining.
>"I don't wanna be aloooooooooooooooone."
>You lean back, looking around to see if anyone's watching the two of you.
"Calm down, you can just come again sometime, right?"
>"But it's not even dark yet, why're you leaving?"
"I've got nothing to do."
>She jumps up and down a few times while continuing.
>"Can you stay? Just for a little longer? Please please please?"
>You sigh.
"Why can't you just stay on your own if you want to?"
>"I said!"
>She huffs.
>"I don't wanna be alone. It's no fun that way."
>Again, you sigh, groaning at the end.
"Fine, fine."
>She jumps again.
>"So you'll stay?"
"Just a little longer, if it's that damn important to you."
>"Yaaay! Come on, let's go swimming!"
>She starts to drag you along before you can protest.
"Woah, I never said anything about that!"
>She dismisses your claim.
>"We're going swimming!"
>You roll your eyes.
"Are you sure you aren't still twelve?"
>Dragging you by the hand, she keeps barrelling towards the water's edge.
>Almost there now.
>10 meters.
>5.
>2.
>"Actually, I turn 18 next month."
>She jumps and you throw caution to the wind, jumping with her.
>With a resounding splash, you smack into the water with her, hysterical laughs coming from her side all the while.
>Resurfacing, you find her again, full of glee.
>"See, it's more fun with other people!"
"...Sure is."
That was way longer than I meant for it to be. Crap, I have other stories to write, what the fuck am I doing here.
>>25369029
No you magnificent bastard, I need my dose of Sweetie Belle dicking.
>all these stories
>not one of them has reached the part where Anon fucks Sweetie Belle senseless
>>25369096
Why don't take a seat right there?
>>25369307
Better take some English classes there, mister foreigner.
>>25369307
I will not be told to take a seat for lusting after a 17 year old, fuck you.
That shit is good to go.
>>25369029
Cmon, keep going.
>>25345256
>>25347609
>>25350130
>>25350199
arr rook samearso bump
>>25369029
more please
pg8
>>25369058
>>25370759
It's 4 AM.
I'll do some more later today... So in like 12 to 14 hours.
I'm surprised anyone liked that. I thought it was right shit.
>>25371559
Lol, just realized your the one doing the auntie Luna prompt too
>>25371624
I decided to do both since I expected one of my stories to be hated, letting me focus on just one of them instead.
Not being the best writefag and all, y'know.
I don't know if people like that one yet, gonna see when I wake up.
>>25371559
It would be right shitif you didn't continue this
>>25371741
Definitely diggin both this and the Luna one
>>25371922
This guy gets it.
pls
>>25373046
Bump
Where is all of the lewd green
D-d-d-dead thread.
I'll try pump something out before I leave the house.
fuckin kiddie fiddling freaks there is a special place in in hell reserved for horse fuckers right next to the sexy children that lured ye in
>>25358390
>>25369029
>"Come on, stop acting dead!"
"I'm not, I'm just floating. Why can't you let me have 30 seconds of calm? I just got of a plane, Sweetie, my internal clock is screwed."
>You feel hands on your stomach and try to shoot up to no avail.
>"Hold your breath!"
"Oi-"
>You're shoved under the water as Sweetie pushes you down, the rest of your words becoming intelligible bubbles.
>You try push her off but she jumps down onto you, underwater wrestling you to the top.
>She'd be terrible at taking care of kids.
>They'd all die.
>You throw your head out of the water to breathe, Sweetie still clinging to you.
"Don't push people down like that, they could drown."
>She rolls her eyes and smiles.
>"Anon, you're standing."
>You stumble over your words, trying to explain it clearly.
"Yeah, I meant like- other people."
>"Of course I know that."
>You kick off the lake floor and look to the sky.
"Gettin' kinda dark, isn't it?"
>The sky is a light orange at one side, slowly descending into a darker blue as you move your eyes.
"When did Rarity want you to be home?"
>"I don't remember."
>You sigh and continue floating.
"Are you gonna let go anytime soon?"
>"Eh."
>You look over to her, head resting on your shoulder.
>She looks back at you, not averting her gaze.
>You look away first, back at the sky.
"Think we should get out?"
>"Why?"
"Everyone else left, it's getting late, take your pick."
>She doesn't respond.
"Come on, let's go."
>You push yourself towards the shore, planting your feet on the ground.
"Let go. I'm getting out."
>"I don't really feel like doing that, if that's okay with you."
"I'm going to walk out of the lake, now. You hanging on me isn't going to make me stay."
>"I know."
>>25375554
>You wait a few more seconds for her to let go, but when she doesn't you decide that you need to prove your point.
>You take a few steps forward, getting your shoulders out of the water.
>She stays.
>You keep walking and get your torso completely out the water, expecting her to lose her grip at this point.
>Like lightning, she lifts her legs and wraps them around your stomach, locking them on the other side.
>You stop.
"Seriously?"
>"What?"
>Continuing your walk out, you walk completely out of the water, the air around you chilling the water on your body.
>And now you've got a massive tumour like growth on your back that won't let go.
>You walk to your bag and towel, trying to shake Sweetie off of you.
"I can't change if you don't get off."
>She giggles.
>"What a bother, looks like we'll just have to stay here then. What a shame."
>You sigh and and try use your arms to unhook her legs.
>She's surprisingly strong.
"You've got to get home too, don't you? It's like 8. What are you, 17? Shouldn't your parents be worrying about you? Do they even know where you are?"
>"I've been staying out with Applebloom and Scoots 'till well past midnight since I was 11."
>This time you try to pry her arms from around your neck.
"Well, that's great for you and all, but I've actually got to get home now."
>She blows a raspberry right in your ear.
>"What are you, a nerd? Isn't the whole point of being an adult not having a curfew?"
>You manage to unlock her arms from around her neck, as much as she strains to keep them on you.
"I have things called responsibilities."
>You look into her eyes, hers staring right back at you.
"And these things called laws."
>With her vice grip on your body weakened, you push her off of you all at once, forcing her away from you.
>>25375561
>She almost trips when you move her away, but she catches herself and shivers as the air hits her.
>"Oh jeez, it's worse than I thought it was. Coldcoldcoldcoldcold-"
"It's nothing you can't handle, remember the restaurant?"
>She laughs through her chatters, hopping from foot to foot.
>You sigh and rummage through your bag.
>No extras.
"Here, take my towel, I can just drip dry."
>Nevermind that you're freezing your testicles right off as well.
>Once she's done with the towel it'll be too wet to use, though.
>Ah well.
>Take care of the youth, Anon.
>You take your shirt out of your bag and put on your shirt, dampening it in the process, but oh well.
>It'll dry with time.
>Sweetie asks you to wait for her as she runs to the locker room to change.
>You agree, mostly because she still has your towel, and decide to loiter around in the lobby for her to return.
>Flipping through your phone to pass the time, you read a message from Rarity apologising again for the interruption, and asks when you'd be able to go out again.
>This entire month is your vacation, it's not like any of your days aren't free.
>You check some e-mails, telling your friends back at uni you got home safe, etc.
>A soft pitter patter of feet approaching you forces you to look up and check who it is.
>Sweetie stands there, handbag in one arm and your towel in the other.
"So, you ready to go home? After all this time?"
>"Mhmm!"
>You never thought you'd see the day.
>You get up from your seat and shove your phone in your pocket.
>>25375777
"Well, it was nice meeting you Sweetie, I'll probably see you again some time... I dunno, this week? Next week?"
>"Same here, Anon."
>You raise your arms, inching towards her, unsure if you should leave with a handshake or a hug.
>Being creepy to your friend's little sister would be weird.
>Luckily she gets the memo and initiates the hug, hugging your under your arms, around your waist.
>You try get under hers but, being taller than her, you sort of have to just lay your arms on her shoulders awkwardly.
>After a few seconds you break the hug, waving a little to bid her farewell as you walk back to your car.
>On the way there you listen to the gravel road underneath your feet, an unintentional sigh coming from you
>As you get to your car you're struck with a realisation.
>You forgot to ask for your towel back.
>Shit.
>You were gonna put it down on the seat so your back didn't get water on the leather.
>Looks like you're just going to have to deal with it.
>You'll clean the car once you're back.
>You unlock the car and hop in, turning on your seat warmer and turning on the engine.
>Sitting your bag on the passenger seat, y-
>"Hey!"
"JESUS FUCK."
>In your haze, you smack the dashboard and somehow kick yourself, causing your great pain.
>Sweetie, next to you, breaking into absolute hysterics.
>"Oh my God, you should have seen your face! I wish I recorded it! That was the best thing that has /ever/ happened!"
>In your seat you wince, holding your shin.
>Kicked it hard, crap.
"What- what the hell are you doing in my car?"
>"Going home, duh."
"What?"
>She smirks at you.
>"What, you thought I could just walk home from a country club?"
"You never asked for a ride."
>"I didn't think I needed to."
>>25375795
>You stare at her, puzzled and still in pain, before just dropping it and going back to starting the car.
>She still snickers now and again, probably remembering the moment.
"Where do you live?"
>She looks shocked.
>"Oh, we're going to my house?"
>You furrow your brow.
"Yes, of course we are. What? Why- where else would we be go- just... Just tell me where you live."
>"Up just outside of Canterlot, I'll show you the way. Remember Rarity's boutique?"
"Yeah."
>"It's around there."
>You look to her for a seconds, expecting this all to be some kind of practical joke, but those big green eyes of hers don't look like she's kidding.
"A- Alright then."
>You drive where Sweetie instructs you to, listening to the radio when there are long stretches of open road.
>For some reason, Sweetie seems a little more fidgety than before.
>She was always hyperactive, but now it's more of a nervous fidget.
>You try spark up conversation a few times, but aside from a few half-made answers from her, you get nothing.
>The majority of the car ride is filled with silence, just the background music of the radio making noise.
>She's probably nervous about being in some stranger's car.
>You end up on a few winding roads, and start to recognise the neighbourhood that you're in.
>Hmph.
>5 years later and you still remember where everything was.
>That's impressive.
>"Stop stop stop stop. Here. On the right."
>Stopping a little aggressively, you and Sweetie shift a little in your seats, but end up right outside her house just fine.
"Nice place."
>"Have you never been here before?"
"Nah, I went a few times, back in highschool. Back when Rarity and I were- uh, friends."
>Instead of jumping out your car, Sweetie just sits in her seat, continuing her fidgeting.
>You don't say anything, lest you creep her out, but after the third minute you have to say /something/.
>>25376100
"Is anything wro-mMph."
>Leaning across the passenger seat and into yours, Sweetie backs you up against the window and forces her lips unto yours.
>You feel small soft hands caress your cheeks, lining your law from your ear to chin.
>The shock of the moment is enough to make you freeze up, unable to push her off of your body.
>Slowly she moves backwards, half lidded eyes and face flushed completely red.
>You say nothing.
>What the hell do you say?
>One wrong remark and you're in jail.
>Sweetie looks like she aims to break the silence, opening her mouth before shutting it again and opening the passenger door.
>She bolts out of your car, her handbag with her, unlocking her door and running into her house.
>You stay there, locked in position for a few moments before shakily driving out of her neighbourhood and back home.
>What the fuck did you do, Anon?
Alright guys, I think that's it for me. I have huge writer's block here, no clue how to continue this.
So I wanna extend a proposal to you lurkers out there. Tell me what you want to see. The whole story, just be as specific as you like.
The whole plotline you want, just tell me and I'll write it.
If not, I could just do one of those stories where Anon fucks legit EVERYONE in town.
But if you guys wanna keep this Sweetie centred you're gonna have to help me out here.
I seriously suck with stories revolved around one girl.
>>25376133
I dunno bruh, but I for sure want to read a sweetie dicking.
>>25376133
Stick with sweeite.
Have anon constantly paranoid about being a pedophile when its not actually the case.
Sudden phobia of being asked to sit down.
Obvious spaghetti around rarity.
applejack being first to know since applebloom cant keep her mouth shut.
>>25376133
Personally I'm in for some lewdness as the two of them get more and more intimatebuilding up to them eventually holding hands, whilst trying as hard as possible to keep it all secret. That would be pretty comfy.bonus points for if everyone figures out really quickly, and doesn't really see much of a problem with it, they're just keeping quiet because anon and Sweetie haven't mentioned it yet
>>25376190
This.
>>25376279
Or this.
>>25349049
>>25349654
>Cal
gl hf with that 6 year undergrad degree m8
>>25376133
Plz continue this is good
>>25376190
This
hardcore super lewdhand holdingaction
>>25376279
and this guys bonus points, unnecessary spaghetti spilling would be gud.
Don't mind me, just using this thread so I can make a link to >>>/trash/
>>25376133
If not, I could just do one of those stories where Anon fucks legit EVERYONE in town.
What do you mean? Like a harem?
I'd love it! Let's gut all the pussi!
Super comfy anon and Sweetie Belle first time green when?
Sweetie Tits is best human.
Bumperino
Page 9 bump
>>25375777
>>She almost trips
>>25347755
Fuck yeah Florida. 813 here
>>25379351holy shit
Bemp
Anon burying himself balls deep in Sweetie Belle's virgin asshole when?
>>25380576
No clue.
>>25380576
I was gonna continue tonight, but ffs I just wrote like 11 updates for the other thread today.
Tomorrow, if this thread it up, I'll continue my story. I'll shoot for 10 or more updates.
If the thread dies I'll probably continue it on fuckin Fingerbang if nothing else. I want to try my hand at a more vanilla story, get some feedback from you guys.
Where the hell are the other writefags though?
>>25381561
They mostly come out at night. Mostly.
>>25381561
Will keep thread alive.
Bamp
Page 9 bump
>>25376133
Too rushed towards the end. Alo, OP should not restrict writefags to writing specific characters.
Bemp
>>25358390
>You pull into Rarity's driveway and get out.
>Sweetie Belle does so as well.
>You are about to start walking up the stairs to their porch when you hear running behind you.
>"Hey Anon, think fast!"
"Whu-"
>Sweetie hug tackles you.
>Thankfully, she doesn't weigh much, and you're a big guy.>For her, anyways.
>"Thanks again for taking me to the lake, Anon! You know how busy Rarity is nowadays, and since my friends couldn't come and all."
"Again, it was no problem Sweetie. It's not like I didn't have pleasant company.
>She pulls away and looks deeply into your eyes, a slight flush to her cheeks.
>Or maybe this is just your imagination, and that's just a bit of sunburn.
>"Anon, Sweetie? What ARE you two just doing just standing out there?"
>>25386533
>tfw not a big guy
>>25386533
You're alive!
>>25386533
"Oh, heh, sorry Rares, Sweetie here was just thanking me for taking her to the lake. Yup, just that, nothing strange going on here!"
>Rarity, standing at the threshold of the doorway, raises an eyebrow at you.
>"...Okay. Well get in here, you two. You're still a bit wet and I don't want you getting pneumonia or something!"
>"Alright Rarity!"
>Sweetie bounds past you into the house.
>You follow in after Rarity.
>"I have your clothes all washed and ironed, darling. I thought it'd be nice to go out later and get something to eat with the girls.
"Thanks Rares. What who's all going?"
>"Twilight, Sunset, Rainbow, Applejack, and Sweetie Belle's friends, Scootaloo and Applebloom."
"What about Pinkie?"
>"She couldn't make it. Family matters."
"Ah. Well, we'll make do."
>You head up to the guest room Rarity so graciously offered you and change.
>She so sweet, that Rarity.
>What would you do without her?
>tfw when subpar writing skills
>>25386807
Proceed, m'lady.
>>25386807
>caring a little bit about Spike
That's a rarity.
>>25349825
If you keep going like this, you're going to have a bad rhyme
>>25387147
Ebin.
>>25387048
WRITERS BLOCK WRITERS BLOCK WRITERS BLOCK FORGIVE BUMP
>>25389125
>What has it been now?
>Two days?
>You met Pinkie yesterday.
>She and her boyfriend apparently started a catering business.
>It's doing pretty well from what you hear.
>She has a fuckin' kid now.
>Eh, 24, that's pretty likely.
>Still, you just finished your degree.
>You had a girlfriend for the first two years of uni, but after you broke up looking for another relationship was never really on your mind.
>And one of your best friends from highschool went off and got pregnant.
>Maybe coming home wasn't the greatest idea.
>Everyone seems like such an adult compared to you.
>Rarity's doing fashion something or the other, Pinkie's got a business.
>The only ones that went off to further education were Twilight and Rainbow Dash.
>But Rainbow got a sports scholarship.
>The television in your room plays in the background, giving some background noise to the otherwise quiet apartment.
>It's on a French channel.
>There was a DBZ rerun on so you decided to just leave it running.
>Nothing else to do.
>Everyone's busy, considering that it's a weekday.
>You breathe out, watching the dust ride the air currents.
>Wow, that's really Goddamn boring.
>Sitting up on your bed, you get to the kitchen and decide to make something.
>Not hungry, but screw it.
>Halfway through eating you get a text message.
>"Out the boutique in an hour, Darling. How about you come over for a bit?"
>You think.
>And look to your empty apartment, the sun piercing the light curtains.
>Yeah, screw it.I'M STUCK THIS NEXT PART MIGHT SUCK
>>25389236
>French channel.
Canadien?
>>25389288
Nah lmao. Never e'en been to any of the Americas.
>>25389236
>You hop into your car, turning on the radio and starting down the road.
>The dashboard clock says that it's 2PM.
>Only?
>Time passes slowly when staring at your roof contemplating your continued existence.
>A small feeling of relief passed over you when Rarity told you the directions to her house.
>And that the directions were different from the ones Sweetie gave you.
>She's in her twenties, of course she lives on her own.
>Following the directions you jotted down on a small piece of paper, you find the boutique and from there you follow the roads to Rarity's house.
>Almost got lost there a few times.
>Canterlot has literally zero city planning.
>You find a parking spot relatively close and begin your walk to Rarity's.
>You're actually surprised.
>Thought finding a parking spot would be a nightmare.
>But there was one right outside.
>Weird that no one took it yet.
>A ring of the bell and she answers the door.
>"Come in, Dear, I'm just having a bite to eat!"
>Stepping inside, you untie and take off your shoes.
>Rarity strikes you as someone to keep her floors as clean as possible.
>The sheen on her floors could blind a man.
>You follow her into the kitchen, smelling the food.
>She cooks herself, that's...
>Slightly strange.
>Always thought she'd have a mad do that.
>Back in high school she was terrible with a stove.
>She burned like two of your dish rags.
>And your stove was electric, there weren't any flames there to catch.
>>25389388
>You offer to help her, but she insists she's fine.
>She tells you about her day, her boutique, a few crappy customers and the like.
>When she asks what you've been up to you try make it sound more exciting than what it actually was like, adding in a few details.
>Pride on the line, yo.
>Honestly, this trip was pretty last minute, so you don't have anything planned.
>You just needed somewhere to go until the new year starts.
>Most people have their parents to back to, but that's not the case with you.
>Ah well, you'll find something to do.
>Sometimes you have to remind Rarity that she's letting something burn or is undercooking it, but for the most part you try keep silent.
>Nothing worse than a backseat... chef.
>"My oh my, you've been here all this time and I haven't offered you a drink! What suits your fancy, dear?"
"I'll just have water, thanks. I'm not mu- Oh, you meant THOSE kinds of drinks."
>"But of course. Red, White?"
>You chuckle.
"Uh, red, I guess? I'm not really familiar with wines."
>She hands you the bottle to open.
>"Then I'll make sure to get you thoroughly acquainted."
>This is turning out to be more fun than you thought.
>The two of you share some drinks, talking more about the present rather than the past.
>It's a bit more comfortable talking, now that all of the awkward 'getting to know you again' part is over.
>"Rarity, are you cooking? I told you that I'd make dinner, you suck a- Aanon?!"
>Reflexively, you spit your drink back into your glass to keep from choking.
>What is she doing here?
>"What is he doing here?"
>"Ah, Sweetie Belle, you finally came out of your room. What took you so long?"
>"I was doing homework, when did, uh, he get here?"
>You don't turn around to look at her, lest you do something stupid.
>Jail, Anon.
>Prison.
>Soap dropping.
>>25345256
Sweetie Belle asked as she sat next to you in your mosque.
>>25389525
Right before she gets gangraped by the imams
>>25389536
Right before sharia law took over the whole country
>>25377776
>>25377777
>>25389635fucking how I swear
>>25389510
>"That's no way to speak to a guest, Sweetie, come now. Won't you at least say hello properly?"
>She tries to retort, answer is some way to keep herself from talking to you, but the glare you can see Rarity giving her isn't about to let that happen.
>That means you have to say hi too.
>Shit, shit, shit.
>You turn around and look at her, still in her school clothes, toying with the bottom of her skirt, crumpling it up in her fingers.
>"Uh, H- hi Anon. Sorry about that. I don't mean- I mean- hi."
"Hey, nice to uh- meet you again."
>Like a bullet you whip back around to face Rarity, trying to start conversation with her.
"So, does uh, Sweetie Belle come here after school them or what?"
>Rarity goes back to cooking, answering you while tinkering away.
>"No, during the week Sweetie lives here, with me. It's closer to her school, and there was an empty room here so I suppose it just happened that way."
"I- I see."
>"Is it that you're worried about the drinks? Don't be, dear, she's practically 18."
"Practically, huh."
>You glance back behind you out of curiosity, noticing that the girl's left.
>Breathe out.
>Does that mean she's going to eat with you and Rarity?
>So that's why she's making so much food.
>You thought she may just like leftovers.
>Oh, Lord.
>Sitting at the table's gonna be awkward.
>
>It is.
>It is very, very awkward.
>She showed up late, having changed out of her school clothes and more into lazing about attire, sitting down and refusing to make eye contact with you.
>Not that you mind.
>If she was glaring at you it would be worse.
>Each time you finish a glass of wine, Rarity fills it all the way back up.
>You didn't want to drink this much but as hard as she tried, this meat is really, really dry.
>>25389683
Forgot to namefag?
Also do you have a pastebinDouzey for Ctrl+F
If not I can make one right now
>>25389683
AWKWARD
>>25389683
>Now and again you look to Sweetie, also chugging to get the meal down.
>Water, that is.
>Rarity seems quite content.
>It's like she doesn't even notice.
>Or she does notice, but thinks you haven't, and in that case her poker face is brilliant.
>She just keeps on chatting away with you, you aren't sure she even realises that there's food in front of her.
>Maybe that's why she can't cook.
>She doesn't taste the food, it's just something to chew while the other person is talking.
>Sweetie remains quiet for the entire duration of the meal, your eyes meeting for very brief moments before instantly looking away again.
>Soap, Anon.
>You don't eat much, partly because you weren't exactly hungering for more, and also because half of your stomach is composed of wine.
>Hopefully you had enough water in between glasses, at least you don't feel too tipsy.
>No mouth of cotton yet.
>Rarity, on the other hand.
>She tried to keep up with you for the most part.
>But her skinny frame doesn't seem to be taking it well.
>Instead of talking like a rational human being she jumps from topic to topic at about 3 a second.
>Sometimes you just smile and nod, once she gets really out of control.
>Sweetie seemed to have noticed as well, and as she finished eating she gathered all the plates on the table and left.
>Leaving you and a slightly inebriated Rarity.
>Joy?
>Interjecting during one of her rants about the colour 'blood orange' and how there was a pretentious designer at the boutique today, she maganges to register that you're still here.
"I'm gonna head over to the bathroom, alright? Just uh, stay here, I won't be long."
>She nods heavily, mumbling 'Of course' multiple times.
>You try get up but fall back down, much to your surprise.
>Come on, legs.
>Work together now.
>Pushing off the chair, you manage to stand and take a few steps into the hall.
>Holy shit, you're fucking wasted.
>>25389761
Eh, I'll do it meself. Gotta edit this still, I'll paste it then.
>>25389835
Kk m9
Doing God's work, Douzey, keep it up
>>25389683
>"Is it that you're worried about the drinks? Don't be, dear, she's practically 18."
Are you some sort of yuropeen?
>>25389912
>>25389388
>Never e'en been to any of the Americas.
Must be
>>25389835
>Leaning on the wall for support, you finally get to the door and open it, walking i-
>That is not a bathroom.
>That is a bedroom.
>Back down the hall.
>Here it is.
>Holding the toilet for balance, you direct yourself to stand in front of the toilet and take care of business.
>God fucking damnit.
>You drove here.
>No, no, no, no, no.
>What did you DO.
>Why didn't you turn down that first drink, you idiot?!
>Washing your hands, a deep sense of regret in your heart, you fumble through the hallway at least a little less full than before.
>You find the table again and Rarity greets you, inviting you to sit down as if you haven't been here for the last 6 hours.
>Now that the alcohol's gone to your head, she's a little easier to understand when talking.
>Probably because you're almost as shitfaced as she is.
>You're gonna feel really sorry for her if she has work tommorrow.
>"Blood orange. It's fucking red. So pretentious."
>Have you had this conversation before?
Gotta go a while, be back soon.
>>25389912
Yes, and our laws are superior.
Page 10 bump
bump for good green
>>25390178
>You keep talking to Rarity for what feels like hours, though half the time you're not sure either of you make any sense.
>See, the thing about being drunk is that you know you're probably being stupid.
>But you can't do anything about it.
>What were you talking about?
>Screw it just nod.
>Does she remember what you were talking about?
>You rub your eyes, having another drink.
>Why not, right?
>You haven't asked if you could stay the night, but at this point it might be pretty much implied.
>Rarity doesn't seem like she's bored of your presence whatsoever.
>You can still make her laugh like in high school.
>That's something that hasn't changed about her.
>And you know how to hit her sense of humour right on the head.
>You get up again and head to the bathroom, probably the fifteenth time that night, but once you get back to Rarity her head was down on the table.
>Hobbling over to her, careful not to push any glasses, you raised you hand and poked her shoulder.
"Hey. Hey Rariy. Raritee... Asleep, huh?"
>You sigh.
>Well, the sun is coming up.
>That means it's like, what.
>5 AM?
>Just about?
>You shouldn't leave her on the table.
>She'd probably get mad at you if you did.
>Here goes nothin.
>You crouch under her and drape her limp arm around your shoulder, lifting yourself back up and picking her out of her seat.
>You assume her room is the one you accidentally went in the first time you had to pee.
>Even if it isn't, it had a bed and that's good enough for you.
>Her feet drag on the floor as you get her there, slowly and carefully to make sure you don't drop her.
>Or bang her against a wall.
>Either of those situations would be undesirable.
>Getting to the door from before, you kick it open, not caring for how much noise you make.
>Well, Sweetie could wake up, you guess.
>But oh well.
>Rarity could sleep through a train passing through the living room at this point.
>>25391633
>Inception was cray.
>Dragging Rarity into the room you flop her top half onto the bed, walking behind her and lifting her legs to the bed as well.
>Better take those shoes off too.
>Wait.
>She's way too drunk to be sleeping.
>She might puke.
>Bathroom.
>Slamming into the walls a few times you bring a towel from the bathroom, move the duvet away from Rarity's face and hands, and place the towel under her.
>It'll stop at least some of the puke, should there be any.
>Did you see a bucket at any point during the night?
>The kitchen should have one right?
>Under the sink maybe?
>You're glad you know Rarity so well, were it anyone else's house you'd be fucked.
>And sure enough there IS a bucket here.
>So smart, Anon.
>You bring it back to Rarity, almost dying three times on the way there, placing it on the floor next to her.
>Hopefully she'll see it if shit hits the fan.
>Now, where should you sleep?
>Eh, might as well hit the couch.
>Fumbling past the table and chairs, you try aim for the couch.
>But your legs prove too tired, and you instead fall too early, straight onto the carpet.
>Good a place as any.
>The blackout hits you near instantly.
>
>
>
>
>
>...
>Oh God.
>Oh good Lord.
>May the sweet mercy of death come now.
>You open your eyes and stare out, trying to assess where you are.
>The floor.
>That's how you know you had fun.
>This isn't your floor.
>Your eyes hurt.
>You move your head, further analysing where you are.
>Rarity's living room.
>Alright.
>The sun is very bright, so you can only assume that it's at least noon.
>Probably later.
>Feeling your fingers and toes again, you slowly move your body up from the floor and rest on your knees.
>Everything hurts.
>You're never drinking again.
>Why would anyone do this to themselves?
>Isn't wine a pussy drink?
>How did you get so blasted with the stuff.
>You scan the living room.
>No one here.
>Up we go.
>>25391683
Now Anon will fall on top of Sweetie and his dick will accidentally fall inside her pussy.
>>25390178
>Yes, and our laws are superior.
MUH FREEDUMS SHALL NOT BE INFRIDGED FUK U COMMIE SCUM UR WELCOME FOR KILLING HITLER U FUCKING SURRENDER FAG
Also keep up the nice work writefriend
>>25391683
>Each step you take sends a shockwave up your leg and spine, telling your brain to physically punch itself.
>Death awaits us all, in the end.
>And this is your time.
>You hear a sound from the kitchen and stumble towards the noise.
>At this point you could ace the part of a walker.
>Turning the corner, you see a shorter and lighter haired Rarity doing dishes.
>Oh.
>That's not Rarity.
>Your attempt at communication is thwarted by the excess buildup of phlegm and spit in your mouth.
>It comes out as a gross, low, groan.
>"Oh, you're awake."
>You swallow the blockage, as disgusting as it is, but there aren't any places to spit it so you had no choice.
"Sorry about this."
>Sweetie continues doing dishes.
>"About what?"
"Gettin' drunk. Sleeping here. Not helping to clean."
>Speaking is hurting you too much.
>You put a hand to your forehead to try quell the pain.
>"It's fine. How are you?"
>She turns around and dries her hands on her pants, crossing her arms and smirking.
"Not good."
>She giggles.
>"I know the feeling."
>Her comment manages to make you laugh.
"Do you now?"
>Sweetie motions to a glass on the counter, telling you to drink it.
"What's in this?"
>"It's just a smoothie. Hopefully fix that head of yours. Don't drink it too fast."
>She goes back into the living room and comes back with more glasses, putting them in the sink and beginning to wash them.
>There's something you have to ask.
"You seem a lot less shy."
>She doesn't look back at you when replying.
>Probably for the best.
>You doubt you look your best.
>Surprised you didn't puke.
>"That tends to happen when you see someone passed out on your living room floor for 4 hours."
>4 hours?
>How long has she been here?
"No school?"
>"I got up for school, sure, but after seeing you and Rarity I decided to skip."
>Oh, right, Rarity.
>>25391760
And that kids, is how I met your mother.
>>25391863
>You put the drink down.
"How is she?"
>Sweetie finishes rinsing the last of the dishes and sets them out to dry.
>"She's fine. Woke up at around 11, stayed here for another two hours and then headed out."
>She left?
>Rarity was more pissed than you were.
>You can barely move, much less think of going anywhere.
>Maybe you don't give her enough credit.
>Sweetie walks towards you and places her elbows on the counter, looking at you with a sly smile.
>"We tried moving you to a bed, the two of us. Turns out you were too fat to lift."
>You chuckle but quickly stop because it hurts.
"Muscle weighs more than fat."
>Shit, that joke only works if you flex after.
>Pretty sure that would leave you to drop dead.
>She laughs, probably more at your situation than at the joke.
>Being funny is hard when hungover.
>"Want to head to bed, big guy?"
>You stare at her for a moment before nodding slowly.
>"I'll help you up, come on."
>She takes the drink in one hand and lets you lean on her shoulder, slowly walking you to the room you left Rarity.
>"Take as much time as you need. I'll be.. around."
"Thanks Sweetie."
>She closes the door and you close your eyes, calming your body down.
>You didn't ask her for the time, damn.
>
>
>...
>You open your eyes lazily once again to a room still coated in light.
>Considering that the sun sets at like 10, it could very likely be like 9 PM and you wouldn't know.
>Though you feel much better.
>What was in that smoothie?
>Bathroom.
>Rolling out of bed, you almost fall on your way to the door but right yourself in time.
>Going to the bathroom never made you feel this different, good God.
>You feel like a new man.
>Was it the smoothie?
>That was a great fucking smoothie.
>Not being able to find anyone downstairs, you walk up the winding steps to the second floor.
>>25392237
>Rude, maybe, but you have some questions to ask and Sweetie to thank.
>You knock on what seems to be a teenage girl's door, hearing her say "Come in."
>Turning the knob, you spy Sweetie sitting on her bed, laptop out and one earphone in.
"Hey, I just wanted to thank you for everything you did for me. You really helped me out."
>She looks away, not meeting eyes.
>"Well, what can I say? I couldn't just leave you like that. You were passed out on my floor and all."
>You chuckle.
"Yeah, sorry. Do you happen to know the time, by the way?"
>She checks her computer.
>"Yeah, it's 8."
>You sigh.
"That late already? Slept right through the whole day."
>You wait in the door for a few more moments before realising that you hadn't seen Rarity yet.
"Hey, Rarity should be home, shouldn't she? Is she sleeping?"
>Sweetie sakes her head, shrugging.
>"No, she messaged me after she got to work that she has made a mistake and felt too sick. They have rooms at her boutique for desginers that pull all-nighters, so she said she'd just stay the night there."
"Stay the night somewhere other than her own bed, really?"
>"She does it pretty often, actually. Especially near deadlines."
>You shrug.
"Well, I guess I'd better get going. I'll be sure to pay you back somehow, alright? Next time."
>Sweetie laughs it off.
>"It's fine, you don't have to. Are you going back by car?"
"Yeah."
>"Are you sure you can drive?"
"Whatever you made fixed me up quick."
>She smiles, probably taking in the compliment.
>"I'll walk you to your car."
>You both head downstairs, passing out the front door and onto the street.
>Fresh air, how pleasant.
>You click your car keys, expecting to hear the bleep from your rental.
>Nothing.
>What.
>You click it again.
>The car doesn't respond.
>Wait a minute.
>That's...
>That's not your car.
>Oh no.
>>25392249
>
"Yes, sir, I understand that now, but how could I have known if the sign wasn't there."
>You pace around the living room, Sweetie sitting on the couch watching you.
"On the other side of the street? How was I supposed to know it applied to both if there. was. no. sign."
>She watches your increasing frustration with an increasing look of humour.
"I don't live here, what do you mean I should have known? How is this my fault?"
>You roll your eyes at her, gesturing to the phone.
>She giggles.
"Yeah. Yeah. Fine, that'll do. Thanks... Bye."
>You shove your phone back into your pocket and cover your face with your hands.
>Ensue the crying.
>"So, what happened?"
"They can give it back tomorrow morning, at the earliest."
>"Back at your place?"
"No, they have to deliver it to where it was parked."
>She shakes her head.
>"So why'd they tow you in the first place?"
>The anger builds inside of you.
"Apparently you're not allowed to park there, but the sign broke when someone hit it a few days ago, so I had no clue. One of your lovely neighbours insisted that my car be removed from the premises, however."
>Sweetie launches into full blown laughter.
>"Oh my God, are you serious? Ha! It was probably Mrs. Hemmingsworth, a really old lady across from us. That's great."
"Yeah, just dandy. I'm glad you find it so funny."
>You flop down on the couch next to Sweetie, still seething from the phone conversation.
>Sigh.
>"Hey, wanna watch TV or something?" Sweetie asks, waving the remote.
>You look at the large flatscreen.
"Yeah, why not? Not in any rush now."
>She flips through the channels and makes idle conversation, just enough small talk to get your mind off the whole towing business.
>The weird atmosphere that surrounded you both disappeared completely today.
>She's actually a really cool person.
12 posts, afraid that's all today. Uni again. 1AM fucking damnit.
Tomorrow we can really get into this. Keep it bumped guys, Deucey.
>>25392317
Goodnight douzey!
>>25392317
Can't wait for the dickinbecause she is practically 18
>>25392317
The sexual tension is killing me
DICK ICECREAM
>>25389388
>take off your shoes
Japan?
bump
updating soon ishh
I would her if she had a dick
>>25398377
Yessssss
>>25398377
Noice
>>25392317
>You didn't get to know Sweetie all that well at the country club, and after the incident in your car you weren't sure as to exactly how you would ever speak to her again, but that seems to be behind you.
>Topics just come to your head while talking, not particularly important in any way, but you and her can make just about anything interesting,
>Adverts on the television, the music playing the background, a scene that reminds one of you of something or the other that happened, and the like.
>Before you've had proper time to notice how long you've been on the couch, the sun sets outside the window, clearly indicating that it's at least 10 o'clock.
>It's more fun than you thought, hanging out with someone and just talking.
>Though, if there is one thing you could change...
>You don't care much for how small this couch is.
>In hour one both of you sat upright, and as time went on leaned further and further to the right.
>You're not entirely sure of when it went from no-contact to Sweetie lying half on you.
>If she were to lie down completely flat her head would be just a few centimetres away from your crotch, a realisation that almost forces you to cross your legs.
>Sweetie hasn't tried anything though, and you can't tell if she's just a flirty person in general or if her 'jokes' insinuate something more.
>Whenever a topic becomes too heavy you segway away from it as smoothly as you can, guiding the conversation in a very PG- 13 manner.
> A movie begins on whichever channel this is, and the advert is interesting enough for the both of you.
>The film itself, however.
>"Hey, Anon is it just me... or is this a really really boring movie?"
"No, I think you're right. It's pretty bad."
>"Do you know what's going on?"
"Not really. I think that guy's mom died... and now he's trying to get into that girls pants."
>"What, why?"
"It's a movie, they gotta have a love interest."
>"I thought this was a more serious thing."
>>25399392
"Same. You got the remote?"
>"I thought you had it."
"Nah."
>You and her look at the TV, each other, the TV, and each other again.
>And shrug in time.
>Might as well keep watching it.
>As the movie progresses the story becomes even less clear, and you lose the picture about halfway through.
>Sweetie manages to make it fun by making jokes about all the actors and characters, parodying over their lines.
>You're unsure exactly how, but something she says makes you lose it, bringing a tear to your eye.
>The scene moves on and the joke ends, but you and her keep on laughing another few moments.
>Until she asks a question from quite out of the blue.
>"Hey, Anon, do you think she's pretty?"
>You look at the screen, trying to find out who she's talking about.
"Who, this chick?"
>"No, no the other one. Her.. not her. That one, right there, at the back."
>You shrug, moving your head form side to side.
"Eeh. I mean she's alright, sure, but I guess it's one of those 'not my type' deals. I may be bias though, I don't like her character so that's blanketing over her looks."
>She continues.
>"Is her personality important to you in a girl?"
>You nod.
"Yeah, absolutely. If there's someone you want to /be/ with, the two of you have to be emotionally compatible or else nothing works."
>"Like what?"
>You look back at her, a bit too interested in this topic.
"What do you mean?"
>"What are some things you... like?"
>You pause and wonder.
"Never really thought about it. Just kinda knew, y'know?"
>She deadpans you.
"But if I had to choose, I guess it would just be pretty basic. She'd have to be able to cheer me up when I'm down, be someone I can always have a laugh with, take care of me when I fuck up, pretty general attributes."
>Sweetie gets more comfortable on the couch, laying down closer to you.
>>25399392
>>25399488
Sweetie Belle snuggling up to Anon
muhheart
Hey guys.
I've got something to ask you.
It's kind of important.
Majority wins.
There might not be a point to this since I think I who'll win, but oh well.Is Sweetie Belle a virgin?
>>25399611
YES
>>25399618
This.
>>25399488
>You scootch to make room for her.
>She holds her head up on her arms, resting her elbows on your chest.
>Still intently waiting for you to answer her question.
"I don't know what else to say. It just needs to be someone that I can have fun with, somsone who I won't get sick of, no matter how many hours we may stay with one another."
>She nods understandingly, a bit more quiet than usual.
"How about you?"
>She perks up a little.
"What do you look for?... In a guy, I mean."
>She smiles lightly.
>"I'd have to say the same, really."
>You huff.
"Oh come on."
>"What, I'm serious!"
"You would have never let me answer that way. Answer it for real."
>She groans.
>"I don't know... He'd have to just like... Be there."
"What?"
>"Emotionally n' stuff. Like, imagine you come home to them. It would have to be someone I could open up to and just tell about my day without them getting bored or agitated. Someone who was genuinely interested in what I had to say."
>Hm.
"That's a pretty well thought out answer. I'm pretty sure finding a decent guy like that would be easy though."
>You look up at the ceiling, away from her.
"I mean, I don't want to come across as weird, but your stories are really fun to listen to."
>You just hear her laugh in response.
"I'm serious, you know?"
>"I know, I know. Thanks. But it isn't as common as you'd think. Plenty of people think I talk too much."
"True."
>"Hey!"
>She digs her elbow into your chest, making you beg for mercy before she stops.
"Ah, I think you broke a rib."
>"Serves you right."
>You go back to the previous conversation.
"Nah, I'm serious though, Sweetie. You'll find someone like that, you just have to look in the right places. Maybe at your school the guys aren't mature enough yet, but give 'em some time, they'll come to their senses."
>>25399611
I'd probably say yes though she might have played with herself.Bonus mode: she's not slept with any guys but has had lesbian experiments with the other CMCsand she liked it.
>>25399705
>"Ugh, gross."
"What do you mean 'gross'?"
>She sticks her tongue out in disgust.
>"The boys at my school are all ugly."
>You laugh.
"Don't say that. My highschool years were not my best, let me tell you that much. I was a very different person before I moved."
>"Were you really?"
"Oh yeah."
>She squints at you.
>"That's weird? I remember you pretty much the same."
"Remember me?"
>"Yeah, you came over a few times, right? I saw in the hallways at school too, talking to my sister, stuff like that."
"True. Oh I remember the Sweetie from back then. Your voice would crack a ton, I can recall that much."
>"Shut up!"
>You laugh.
"Why? Are you self concious about it? I noticed it today, it's kinda still there when you get angry."
>Again she digs her elbows into your chest, probably collapsing your ribcage.
>But it's too funny to see her angry.
"Stop, it hurts, please stop! Why are you angry, anyways? it's pretty cute."
>She stops abruptly, and your brain goes back over what you just said.
>Fuck.
>An entire day of ceaseless proofreading your thoughts so that nothing slipped out, ruined!
>That's it man.
>It's over.
>It's jail time.
>Take me now officers.
>"Are you being serious?"
>What?
"Y- yeah, I guess."
>"You're not joking?"
"No. Why would I be?"
>"I don't know. It's just-"
"What?"
>"People make fun of me for it sometimes, since you know, no one's voice breaks any more but mine."
>Oh, wow.
"Seriously? That's fucked up."
>"I really hate it. Sometimes it happens when I sing and it throws everything off."
>Oh right, she sings.
>That's her shtick
>You forgot about that.
"Man, screw what they say. It might not make a difference, but I like it. Not in any - you know - weird ways."
>"Thanks, Anon."
>You pat her on the head, much to her discontent.
>"Don't think you can treat me like a kid now, just because of that."
"Eh, you'll always be a kid."
>"Will not!"
>>25399710that's pretty lewd, anon
>>25399711
"Will too."
>She goes to dig her elbows into you again, but stops.
>"Hey, Anon... Back then- before you left, I mean. Did you... you know... like me?"
>You raise a brow.
"What?"
>"I- I don't mean it like that! I just, like, as a friend."
>Oh.
>You shrug.
"Yeah, I guess. Didn't know you that well, but you weren't a bad kid."
>"Even when we played those pranks on you?"
"That was pretty shitty, I'll admit."
>She giggles.
>"Sorry about that."
>Sweetie lays her head down onto your chest, staring at the TV.
>Oh hey, the movie ended.
>"Thanks, Anon."
>You run a hand through her hair, watching as pointless nonsense passes by on the screen.
>Telling you that she needs a drink, Sweetie gets up and off of you, leaving a weird cold patch where she was on you before.
>You're getting in too deep, Anon.
>Pull back.
>Retreat.
>No taxi money, no clue how to use the bus.
>You're stuck here.
>Don't do what you're thinking of doing, swear to God.
>You sit up, resting you back on the armrest of the seat.
>Now there should be enough space for the two of you on the couch, without overlapping.
>The number '17' flashes before your eyes.
>It can't be worth it, Anon.
>Just don't.
and now to the other thread.
>>25399882
Well, kissing ain't illegal right?
>>25399882
What. Other. Thread.
>>25400055
>>25364052
>>25399611
Yes.
>>25399392
Did I miss something?
What happened in Anon's car? Or at the country club, for that matter?
