This story has been going on for a really long time, like what the fuck was this about in the first place? First Rainbow Dash mouth rapes our dear Anon, then there's something about a horse based concussion? i don't fuckin' know. Anyway, we're at the point where they are at the dinner before homecoming, and Anon is or isn't in the mob. Also, Rarity is a total cunt.
Here's the correct pastebin now: http://pastebin.com/u/FulLR3tarD
>>25487649
>Rainbow Dash mouth rapes anon
Now you have my attention.
Previous Thread: >>25355338
OP got the pastebin right, without me even posting the new one yet.
>kicks back in chair
Now this, I can get used to.
Green dump sometime tonight before I go to bed.
>>25487716
WE LOVE U FULLRETARD
Last time on Homecoming Anon:
>be Sunset
>a playful scolding over with, you continue with your meal
>Though the thought of sex with Anon was becoming more appealing as the date went on...
>"What were we talking about?"
>you twirl your fork in the pasta, thinking still of what to say
>but
>if he forgot, then you could direct the conversation elsewhere
"Ummmm, I don't remember!"
>with a chuckle, he says "Me neither."
>this gives you the green light to shift the dialogue elsewhere
"Here's a question: What is your greatest weakness?"
>"Probably food, or alcohol."
>you shake your head
"No, I mean like a personality flaw, Anon."
>with a mouthful of steak, he says "Oh, that."
>he chews the food and thinks in silence
>"Getting deep over here, aren't we?"
>you think to yourself as well
>was that too deep of a question for a first date?
>did you just make him uncomfortable?
"I guess.. you don't have to answer if you don't want to."
>he waves his hand
>"No, it's a fair one. Lemme think."
>you warmly smile
"Take all of the time you need."
>he takes another bite of his meal and you continue on with your own
>"I'm not a good judge of these things, especially for myself. But if I had to guess, it would be trust."
>you try to chew your food so you can ask why
>"And before you ask why, there really isn't a specific reason. There's no sad, pathetic, boo-hoo story to give on why I'm that way. I just find it difficult to trust people."
"Do you trust /me/?"
>he waits a second
>"You continue to have my back when I need it, and you were nice to me even when I wasn't to you. Yeah; I'd be insane not to, right?"
>there's a warmth you feel when he says that
>"What about you? What's your biggest vice?"
>you look at your food for the sole purpose of not looking Anon in the eye
>and softly say
"Self-esteem."
Lurking.
>>25488325
>Sunset's answer
>>25488617
I have the same problem too. What makes it worse that I am a cripplefag and will probably never have a GF.
Everytime these threads die before someone can post a link to the new one, I turn into this.
>be Anon
>great
>you just opened the emotional faucet by asking her this
>and as much as you honestly cared about her feeling good
>you had listened to her go on about this before
>and you knew what she was going to say
>you could feel it in your loins
>but you're not a shitty person
>an ass, sometimes,
>but not a shitty person
>so you let her get it out of her system for the night
"How is that?"
>she's not looking at you, rather staring at her food
>"I've told you most of this before, but after you spend so much time being an awful person it's hard to believe you're good; even when you try so hard to be a good person. I get anxious.. at myself and other people sometimes. Does that make sense?"
>you might as well get this off of your mind
"I guess so. I've never dealt with what you're dealing with to the same degree, but I can try to imagine what it's like. Though, I'm also not dumb enough to believe that my imagination of how you feel is anywhere near 100% accurate. I just, can't fully understand how someone who looks as good as you do could be anxious about what other people think..."
>she shakes her head, still not looking up
>"It's not about how I look, Anon..."
>fugg
>you said the wrong thing.. didn't you?
>"It's having the burden of knowing who I was and never knowing if that will fully go away. It's the feeling of being alone, even when people are around."
>time to drop this conversation
>she usually gets emotional if this goes any further, and walking out with your date crying isn't how you wanted this to go
>but before you can say anything..
>"...but I wouldn't bring that up here if I was going to leave it at that. I wouldn't spoil our date by being a downer."
>>25488979
>while this happens
>next song starts, and it's just 2 guys playing stringed instruments
>a guitar and a mandolin
https://youtu.be/oLU08nOtUkc
>she takes a breath and then exhales
>now she looks at you
>"You make me feel better about all of that. You made me realize that there's no reason to keep myself down about this anymore. I've spent too many nights being depressed... crying... about something I can't go back and change. Whenever you're around I feel... I feel like... I like who I am again. I feel.. comfortable with you. I'm not really worried when you say I shouldn't be, and I... I like the idea of being your date."
>she looks like she's not done, so you don't interrupt
>"There's always going to be a small part of me that will doubt, or be anxious. I want you to know that. But from now on I'm not going to let that get in the way of enjoying myself, especially when I'm with you."
>well,
>no shit
>that went far better than expected
>but Sunset quickly looks away again, her courage gone from her person
>"I'm sorry, I know you don't like talking about 'feely' stuff; I'll shut up now."
>you quickly grab her hand across the table
>and she looks back at you
"No! Don't shut up, Sunset. I like you too; that's why were's here. And I'm glad that I can make you feel better about that kind of stuff. I.. like seeing you happy. I'm glad I could help you."
>>25489041
>it still felt a little weird to express actual romantic feelings
>but you for sure like Sunset, and it felt natural to say that to her
>and in a weird way, your happiness for her extended beyond romantic feelings
>you were pretty proud of yourself for helping her with a problem; one you had no idea was as bad as you had previously thought
>and oddly enough, you needed to hear that
>you needed a reminder than even someone as pretty and nice as Sunset, was still only human
>just like you
>you felt like you really knew her now
>like her being into you wasn't too good to be true
>because she had her faults just like you had yours
>after you finished your response, she asks
>"So you don't think that, like I'm a... like a pretty basket case, even after I told you all of this?"
>sweet lord, she's adorable
"No way. It sounds like you've gone through a lot, but you're not a basket case. No one is insane for having human emotions."
>you look at her eyes
>she's looking back at yours
>you get a big grin
"But I do think you're insanely pretty."
>she grips your hand tighter, squeezing it
>she bites her lips together; smiling
>but now her eyes get big and start to water up a little
>she's looking like she's about to get emotional,
>but not in a sad way
>you were pretty prepared for everything except the eyes watering up part
>without letting go of your hand, she scoots herself out of the booth seat
>walks around the table and sits next to you on your side of the booth
>she hasn't looked away from your eyes the entire time
>she stays about a foot away from you, still gripping your hand
>"You... do you mean that? All of it?"
>>25489064
>you realized that at this point, it's do or die
>you couldn't lie to her now, even if you wanted to
>you use the non-squeezed hand to slowly reach over and cusp her cheek
"Of course I do."
>she takes two heavy, diaphragm flexing breaths
>she looks like she's certainly about to cry
>you're about to ask if she's okay
>but before a single word can escape your mouth
>she pounces at you and pushes your back to the length of the seat
>she's on top of you, wildly planting kisses on your lips and all over your face
>you put your arms around her and return a few on her lips when they connect
>all the while you can feel her unconstrained smile as her face practically glows
>and you can also feel a few drops of liquid land on your face as she's caught up in emotion
>she's pouring out nothing but happiness to you
>after about 30 seconds,
>she stops her barrage of kisses for a second to pull her head back a few inches and look at you
>she says at nearly a whisper volume, slightly choking up
>"T-thank you. I can't tell you how much what you said means to me."
>she puts her arms around your neck and closes the space between her body and yours
>and puts a side of her face onto your neck, just wanting to hold you
>slow streaks of tears run down her face and onto your collar, she still isn't making any crying noises
>just tears and quiet, staggered breathing
>and though you can't see it
>you can feel the smile she still has
>your arms still around her, you say
"You're welcome, Sunny."
GN bois.
>>25489124
As a huge Shimmerfag, I love you.ALL OF THE HOMO
>>25489103I squeed a little
>>25489103
As if he didn't already have the respect and admiration of every man in the restaurant already just for showing up with her.
That little scene is gonna make him a fucking legend in his old neighborhood!
I fucking had to go 'oh, what is this? Thread VII of some shit?'
It's fucking five AM R3tarD. FIVE AM. I didn't ask for this.
> 8
>>25489103
He is going to have to fuck up in the most titanic way imaginable to not get laid tonight!
Hell, at this point I'm starting to think there might even be a chance of getting a three-way out of Sunny and Applejack.
GO FOR IT MOTHER FUCKER!!
>>25490109
You had to fucking jinx it didn't you?
>>25490584
I didn't jinx his race down the freeway.
His plot armor is too strong for that shit anyway!
>>25490109
Or even better Sunset gets drunk and slurs to Anon that she is from an alternative universe. Sunset then tells Anon there are more females than males in her world so 9/10 females had a lesbian experience before. Then whispers to him that she is up for if again
>Anon's hands tremble as he reaches his phone to call Applejack.
>>25491415
Stop portraying Anon as a fucking faggot, guys.
>Anon's hands tremble as his dick becomes diamonds
>>25491426
>Anon's dicks tremble as his hand becomes diamonds.
>>25491637
>Hands tremble as Anon becomes diamond dick
Bumping for sunset giving anon road head.
>>25489103
>your waiter comes by to check on you,
>Sunset is still on top, so she can't see behind her
>but you can
>as soon as the waiter sees what's going on, he gives you a thumbs up and quickly leaves you two alone
>yeah, he just earned a nice tip
>a few moments of her just laying there on top of you, and she asks; nearly pleads
>"Will you play with my hair again?"
>as sweet as the moment was, her head was directly on your trachea, and it was becomes difficult to breathe
"Yeah, but could you move your head a little? It's right on my throat."
>"Oh oh, of course."
>she rolls a little bit off of you, but the booth seats aren't that big
>and by her rolling towards the backrest of the booth, she inadvertently pushes your body towards the table
>except the table itself is pretty tall
>so you don't quickly run into the table,
>you quickly fall off of the seat and under the table
>in a split second before your body leaves the seat, you want to grab onto the table to keep you from falling
>but the table isn't bolted to the ground
>and if you grabbed onto it, the table and all of its contents would fall onto Sunset
>and in a decision that took .14 seconds in your mind, you just let yourself fall
>so that Sunset's dress and hair wouldn't be ruined by steak sauce and marinara
>accepting your fate, you let out a quiet,"Shit."
>your body makes a *THUD* as you hit the ground
>>25492964
>a minute later, you're back onto your seat; Sunset sitting next to you
>in your limited experience, something like that would ruin the sentimental moment,
>but somehow the both of you were giggling about it, and you still felt just as close to her as you did two minutes ago; her on top of you
>you give a content sight
>you finished your steaks and helped Sunset polish off the Tour
>and man, everything was just absolutely delicious
>while Sunset was explaining her self-esteem problem a few minutes ago, the restaurant workers cleared out a sizable floor space in front of the band stage
>you didn't see this happen
>but Sunset noticed after you got up from under the table
>with a full belly and a pretty girl next to you, you lean back onto the backrest and swing your arm around Sunset
"Damn, that food was good."
>"It really was. Tell Joe that he's amazing at cooking."
"Will do, for sure."
>in a minute, the waiter comes back
>he checks to make sure you two aren't still having a moment, then he walks to the end of the table
>he leans over past Sunset to quietly tell you, "Mr. Vito told me that everything was on the house, and you can stay here as long as you like."
>he stands up straight again and says at a normal volume, "Can I get you some refills?"
>you look at both yours and Sunset's drinks and notice there's plenty in both still
"I think we're good, man. And, uh... thanks."
>you were thanking him for not intruding a few minutes ago
>he reaches past Sunset for a fistbump, which you return
>he nods and grins with a, "No problem, boss."
>he leaves
>Sunset looks at you in bafflement
>"Why does he keep calling you boss?"
>you scoff
"Oh c'mon Sunny, you know why."
>she innocently shakes her head
>"No, I really don't."
>arm still around her, you flex your arm to pull her a little closer, then give her a quick kiss on the forehead"It's because I'm with you, Sunny. And you look fucking great."
>>25493019
>her cheeks singe, but only a little
>she scoots her butt over closer to you, so that you two sit hip to hip
>"I don't think that's the only reason why, but if you say so then I'll believe you."
>you snicker
"There we go. The first step is admitting that I'm /always/ right."
>she lets out a quiet chortle
>"Yeah right! The first step is admitting that the /Queen/ is always right!"
"No way; remember now, I'm the King, and now the Boss."
>she shakes her head with a smile
>"Whatever you say, Anon. I can't argue with the 'boss' part."
>then gives you a kiss on the cheek
>she then grabs her 'secondary drink' again and starts to pour some more into her mouth
>for some reason, you feel responsible for her
"Sunset, you don't have to drink that. I don't need 'turned Sunny into an alchie" on my conscience."
>she downs a gulp of the mixed drink with a little more grace this time
>"Ha, calm down. I'm not turning into an alcoholic, Anon; I just don't like to waste free stuff. Plus, it's not even that much.."
>there was more gin in that drink than there was tonic
>and with a full glass, it was a decent amount of alcohol
>then again, she did have those drinks at your place,
>and she seemed to handle herself
>she's as old as you are, and you're not going to tell her what to do
>you shrug
"Alright."
>after a few minutes of talking and her working on the drink, she finishes it
>then proceeds to wash it down with some water
>it wasn't enough to get even a lightweight drunk, so you didn't worry about that
>but you were interested to see how buzzed she got from the drink
>you look over with a smirk
"Feelin' it yet?"pic
>she gives a 'are you kidding me' look, and talks like she has something to prove
>"No, Anon. I'm not 'feeling it.' It wasn't even that much."
>you wait a few seconds before you say anything
>no way she feels nothing from that
>then she lets out this adorable little hiccup
>"Okay, maybe a little.."
>>25493124
>you look at her to make sure she doesn't look visibly uncomfortable
>she looks perfectly fine, but you ask anyways
"Sunny, you okay?"
>"Yeah! It barely hit me, and I feel really good."
>you could tell she wasn't lying, and you were happy if she was happy
>"I kinda dance right now but it's probably too early to leave."
>you check your watch
"Yeah we got about 20 minutes before we should leave."
>"You never want to be early to these dances."
>so you two sit there closely and talk some more for about 10 minutes or so
>then the full band comes back on stage
>and starts playing
https://youtu.be/g0nyW2P4xgo
>you're looking at your phone to check for more messages, when suddenly you are pulled by your hand out of the booth
"What the.."
>you look up to see that it was Sunset pulling you, seemingly towards the band
>you're confused; this place doesn't have a dance floor
>then you look at the opening made in front of the band
>and there are a few couples dancing already
>you shrug your shoulders like 'meh, why not?'
"Alright, I guess we're dancing.."
>she stops when she gets to the clearing and looks to you again
>and she starts dancing
>she starts to move her hips to the beat and dips in place a couple times while doing it
>then she goes into what you would consider to be normal dancing
>you need to start with casual moves,like what Will Smith taught in the movie "Hitch"
>but you would eventually need to show your power level before you left the restaurant
>so she wouldn't be totally surprised when she danced with you at school
>as the song goes on, you start to experiment more with your moves
>and continuing to not give a single fuck what the onlookers are thinking
>Sunset sees your dancing and holds back a giggle
>but she follows your lead as the song goes on, having fun, trying out new and improvised moves
>by the end of the song, you show your lack of dancing abilities by finishing with this move-pic
>>25493230
*I kinda want to dance
>>25493230
>be Big Mac
>the barrage of passive insults soon took over after Rarity seemed like she might become nice again
>the hopes of her being an decent person, being destroyed, only worsened your mood
>everything you did was apparently wrong and you had reached the point where not only did you not care about 'acting incorrectly' at this fancy place,
>..a place that you didn't even like; in the company of a girl you didn't like /even more/..
>but you were reaching the breaking point of not giving a shit about keeping your gentleman's personality true
>20 minutes ago, you were bored to tears and uncomfortable, defending yourself against her rude comments
>but now you were struggling to keep your anger from emancipating in a physical formpic
>you felt like you could punch a hole through the wall
>maybe even two walls at the same time
>and you were strong enough to do it, too
>but reacting in anger would mean that Rarity got the best of you
>and you were hell-bound to not let that happen
>it was no longer about dodging a yelling-at from Applejack or even Granny
>this was for you
>this was the challenge presented to you
>you had to keep it cool, no matter what
>the problem was: it just kept getting worse
>aside from Rarity herself, everything around you kept getting worse
>this place was too fancy
>you had no idea what Rarity ordered for you
>the music put a bad taste in your mouth
>the people here and the way they talked, pissed you off
>you couldn't dip
>you couldn't drink
>and the tie around your neck wasn't something you were used to, either,
>and it just added a physical side to the uncomfortable situation you were in
>you were only at this place for a half hour>and you were ready to explode
>Page 10
>>25494584
woah that was close
>>25493362
Big Mac right now
Bumping back to youuuu~
Live, damn you!
sccymmp bump
Bumpy doodle
Humpity bump
Survive the night bump!
>>25493019
b0ss
Page 10 bump
>>25493362
>be Anon
>the song ends
>"You know the best part of your dancing?"
>you're expecting her to make a playful diss about your dank moves
>though it wouldn't be in the least bit uncalled for
"When I stop?"
>she chortles
>"No, it's the fact that you just have fun and you don't care who sees it."
"Well if you weren't embarrassed by that, then we'll have a good time at the dance."
>Sunset moves back to the table to grab a sip of her water
>phone vibrates
>next song hasn't started so you pull the phone out of your pocket
>1 new message
>it's from a new number..
>open it
>'attachment downloading'
>huh
>who is sending you a picture from a number that you don't have??
>cell service here is awful, so you have to wait a few seconds for the download
>you take a look around, not looking for anything in particular
>you look back to the phone
>'download complete'
>you open the picture
>you see Sunset walking back towards you
>as soon as you see the picture, your face goes pale>it's Trixie
>she sent you a picture of her in the dress you guess she's wearing tonight
>except the dress covers no part of her torso and she's pulling the bottom portion of her dress up to reveal her thighs
>she looks smug as can be in the picture, with the caption
>[Would the Homecoming Queen do THIS for you?]
>you feel a hand on your arm
>it's Sunset
>"Anon?"
>your eyes turn into pinpricks
>you mash the 'back' button on your phone like your life depends on it
>"Anon, you look a little pale; you feeling okay?"
"Y-yeah, I'm good. Probably just the lighting in here."
>>25501635
Threesome when?
>>25501635
>okay, you need to not pull out your phone in front of Sunset for the rest of the night
>if she gets one look at anything like that; all of the good things that has happened tonight will avalanche into a disaster
>and however difficult it might be, you needed to forget about the picture as well
>Trixie isn't here so you can't do anything about it right now
>you definitely can't think about how easy it would be to tap her tonight
>you definitely can't think about what it would feel like to have those thighs wrapped around you
>you definitely can't think about how into it she would probably be
>and you MOST definitely can't think about how she'd probably be cool with keeping it a secret; letting you get other girls at the same time
>you quietly mumble
"Well, when it rains; it pours."
>Sunset looks to you
>"What does that mean?"
>dammit, you really need to stop thinking out loud
"Uh, it's just a metaphor... I think."
>next song plays
https://youtu.be/sJ5quMAjfs0
>Sunset looks to you again
>"One more dance?"
>you check your watch, while also thanking whatever Homecoming god blessed you with making sure Sunset didn't ask why you said 'when it rains; it pours'
"Alright, one more; then we should go."
>she happily nods her head
>"Okay."
>the song plays and everyone else is slow dancing, so you put your hands on Sunset's hips and she clasps her hands around your neck
>basic slow dancing was easy
>she followed your movements, step for step
>after a bit, she says
>"Hey, at least he have slow dancing down."
"I'd say so."
>she closes the space between you and lays her head sideways on your chest, wanting still to be closer
>and closes her eyes
>when this happens, it becomes much easier to forget about Trixie
>for the time being...
>>25501784
>after you were positive you got the rhythm right, you start to look around a little
>there were other couples still dancing, most of them a good bit older than you and Sunset
>but there were people watching the dancers as well
>middle-aged to older couples, onlooking, remembering a time when they were young
>and just like when you were walking to your table,
>you were getting some serious looks of approval
>but what surprised you was seeing your boys towards the entrance of the restaurant, onlooking as well; waiting for you to see them
>Joe gave you a smirk and a thumbs up
>Thunder flipped you off, with a smile; he was jealous, but still rooting you on
>Vito only gave you a boss-level head nod
>a head nod that you returned with a slow, boss-like head nod of your own
>as soon as that happened, they went back to work
>you take a gander at Sunset, who is still content to close her eyes while still moving with you
>you feel an urge that you can't resist
>and place a quick peck on the top of her head
>a week ago, this entire situation would have made you uncomfortable
>telling anyone about serious romantic feelings past anything like 'you're hot'
>opening yourself up; especially to a girl
>slow dancing...
>giving 'sweet' signs of affection like kissing a girl's forehead..
>fuck it
>this felt good
>and you weren't going to let some bullshit get in the way of that
>the song ends and Sunset holds on a few seconds longer, then lets go of you
>"Should we go now?"
>you look at your watch again; pulling air in through your teeth
"Yeah, we should."
>"Okay, let me grab my purse from the table."
>you walk back with her, pulling out your wallet
>as she grabs her purse, you leave $15 on the table
>"15? Isn't that a little much?"
>you shrug
"Everything else was free; might as well tip good."
>>25501861
>be Big Mac
>"...and I just cannot understand how one can live like that. Feeding livestock? Field work? Manual labor is so disgusting..."
>you're past the point of a facepalm
>this is just torture
>a mind numbing, boring, uncomfortable, rage inducing torture
"Good thing ya don't do it then."
>Rarity looks past you
>"Our food is here!"
>the guy puts a plate of... something... in front of Rarity
>then puts your plate in front of you
>without even seeing your food, you're ecstatic that the food is finally here
>being pissed off can really work up your appetite
>then you look at your plate
>then you look back at Rarity in slight anger
"This some kinda joke?"
>"Heavens no, why would you think that?"
>you look back at your plate
>then back to her
"It's snails... this ain't food."
>Rarity looks at you in disgust
>"It is called 'escargot' and it is a delicacy. /Really/ Big Mac, I thought your 'Granny' would have raised you better to know these things."
>you feel your eye twitch
>your fists ball up with so much force, you're not sure if your fingers just impaled your palm
>you feel your head slightly convulse
>that was the last straw
"AITE, T' HELL WITH THIS!"
>you get up out of your seat so fast that the chair flies a few feet behind you
>the symphony stops playing and everything goes silent except for your voice
>Rarity quickly leans back in her chair, eyes wide
"YA CAN TALK TRASH 'BOUT HOW I LIVE, HOW POOR I AM, AND HOW I DO FARM WORK. YA CAN LOOK DOWN AT HOW I TALK, HOW I DIP, AND HOW I DRINK. HELL, YA CAN EVEN GET AWAY WITH CALLIN' MY /DEAD/ PAW'S TRUCK A "RUST BUCKET."
>the entire restaurant is seeing this, and everyone is just as uncomfortable as you were a few minutes ago
>you quickly walk over to Rarity's side of the table and stand next to her
>she slightly backs away, not sure what you're about to do
>you grab her arm and stand her up, then lower your voice and put your face closer to hers
"But ya don't talk /SHIT/ about my Granny."
>>25502705
Big Mac = Pic
>>25502705
>you let go of her, being sure not to be rough
>there was still a limit on how much you could explode
>you take out your wallet
>there is 1 bill left in said wallet
>it is $100, and it was the last bit of money you had to your name until the harvest money came in
>and you had to spend it on... Rarity
>as though you couldn't be any more angry, you now were
>you slap the bill onto the table
>as delicately as possible, you grab Rarity by the wrist and start to walk
>"Where are we going??"
>her tone doesn't depict fear, but rather severe irritation
>which is actually good, because someone might call the cops if she sounded fearful
"We're leavin'"
>"We didn't even get to eat!"
"Don't care."
>the doorman steps in front of you to stop you, but you give him the evil eye
>with your size and anger levels, he quickly steps out of your way
>you slam open the door, nearly taking it off of its hinges
>you see the valet
"Keys."
>"Sir, I have to find your vehicle and bring it back. That's how this works."
>you lean over his podium, rage still in your eyes
"Mah keys. Now."
>he quickly understands and hands over your keys
>"Y-yes sir."
>you swipe the keys from him and march towards the parking lot
>as soon as you see your truck, you stomp towards it; Rarity in tow
>she says something again
>"Macintosh! You are being an absolute brute!"
>you ignore her
>your hell is almost over
>>25502705
Ya done fucked up, Rares.
>>25503246
>you get to your truck and open the passenger side door
>look to Rarity; you're still angry, but also still trying to contain it
"Get in."
>she crosses her arms as her face depicts a mix of anger and pout
>"No."
>you close your eyes as your arms shake; trying to get rid of the unbelievable rage she's giving you
"Last time. Get in."
>she doesn't move
>"No."
"Fine."
>you swing the door open as far as it goes
>pick up Rarity off of her fancy little heels, and she lets out a quiet yelp
>"Big Mac!"
>then you set her down in the seat; not in a rough manner, but not exactly lovingly either
>then slam the door shut
>walk around the truck and get in your door
>you start the truck up
>"Where do you think you're taking me??"
"School."
>"The dance doesn't start for at least another 45 minutes!"
"Don't care. Already paid for my ticket, so I'm goin'."
>you put the truck in reverse, then drove out of the parking lot
>"Big Mac, I will not stand for this!"
>you turn to her with anger still in your eyes, and point your finger at her
"Ya damn well talked 'nough tonight already. No more yappin' from you."
>she's pissed that you said that
>but her lower jaw shifts into a pout position as she silently looks forward
>you turn on your CD player
https://youtu.be/6EwK0NsKdDY
>when the song starts, you turn up the volume; trying to drown Rarity's presence
>she looks over and gives you an evil eye for the music, but she doesn't say anything
>and you were miles past caring about her having a good time
>>25503614
Big Mac isn't the hero we need. He is the hero we deserve.
>>25503614
>outside is pitch-black by the time you reach the school
>you pull into the back of the nearly empty school parking lot, and put the truck in park
>your music and the wad of dip in your mouth has calmed you down a little bit
>but nowhere near enough to be okay with Rarity
>you're about to get out of the truck when you notice that Rarity isn't moving
"You gunna get out?"
>still pouting, "No."
"Rarity, I've had just about enough of you for one lifetime. Get out of my truck."
>she turns to you, and in a haughty tone says,
>"I'm not moving until you apologize."
>every bit of calm you had received from the ride over here was thrown out of the window
"What!?"
>"I said. Apologize."
>the fuse has been blown
>you yell out
"I AIN'T APOLOGIZIN' FOR SHIT!! I'VE BEEN MORE THAN NICE 'N FORGIVIN' THE WHOLE DAMN NIGHT. YOU'VE BEEN NOTHING BUT DOWN-TALKIN' EVERYTHIN' I AM AND DO. I ain't been on too many dates, BUT I DON'T RIGHTLY SEE HOW IT COULD GET WORSE THAN /YOU!!/"
>you reel yourself in, not knowing if you went too far with that..
>you're expecting her to either yell back,
>or cry
>but something else happens
>instead of either of those reactions, she leans in with...>... a seductive look??
>as if a new Rarity you haven't seen the entire night appears in place of the bitchy one,
>she says in a cool, low volume>and with a little moan in her voice,>"Then I deserve to be punished."
>>25503909
Fucking slut.
>>25503909
R3tard you magnificent bastard you.
>>25503909
>>"Then I deserve to be punished."
Dick is now diamonds...you've got my attention
>>25503909
Fucking hell R3tard, first you make me hate her, now you do this.If the fact that hate fucking didn't bring a smile to my lips, I would be extremely salty right now
>>25503909
"...hwut?"
>she puts a finger at the top of your shoulder and slowly trails it down your arm
>"You have been an absolute gentleman to me, while I have been absolutely dreadful all night. I don't suppose you could find it within yourself to... punish me... would you? It would make me feel so much better... getting what I deserve."
>there are too many thoughts going on in your head
"What in the hell are you goin' on about??"
>"I was thinking maybe some... corporal punishment.. might be in order."
>wait
>you know what she means...
>but
"Hold it jest a damn second. You acted awful all night on purpose just for this, didn't you?"
>she puts on an obviously fake offended look
>"What would make you think that, Big Mac??"
>it was fake; she didn't mean anything that she said to you
>you weren't even mad about that anymore
>you furrow your brow
"I don't rightly enjoy being played, Miss Rarity. I'm a might irritated at you fer that."
>her act is dropped momentarily
>she half closes her eyes and looks dead at youpic
"Show me."
>>25504847
ONE PREGNANT RARITY, COMMIN RIGHT UP
>>25504847
SLAP HER TITS
>>25504847
Give her the most painful purple nurple of her life!
>>25505028
This is Major Tom to Ground Control, despite this billion dollar search mission into space, I still cannot find my sides, over.
>>25505079
You mean twist her teats.I'll just go now...
>>25504847
What should Big Mac do?
>>25505985
If rarity doesn't comeback with choking bruises on Monday I'm going to not nut in my pants.
>>25502705
>that was the last straw
Oh, here we fucking go! XD
>>25503909
WHAAAAAAAAAAAT!?! O_O
>>25506363
Like this? https://derpiboo.ru/818951?scope=scpe086a04fe6f38df06a5b49b73baaed3310fe1d3c5
Alright bois, I got some bad news. I'm leaving right now to go to my family's place for the entire week. I'll update here when I can but I'll be busy most of the time. Another writefag has some side content for this story coming up for you in the meantime.RararasxMac to be posted asap, probably tomorrow.
>>25506628
I guess I can deal with it, sadly
>>25506628
> another writefag
NOT CANON, WHO CARES
>>25506640
This particular write-friend will wet your sheets, no-worries friend.
>>25507139
That was a joke. I don't mind as long as it's fun to read.
Currently at work so my writing wont come until later. So my side stories are really just gonna be other people and what they're doing for the homecoming dance. Probably gonna do the CMC, but who else would you want to see what they're doing for homecoming? Would prefer people who haven't really had a part in the story. Wouldn't want to mess with what R3tard has written.
>>25507909
Could do crystal prep's homecoming
>>25508697
Only problem with that is that Sugar coat and Lemon Zest and Soarin have been mentioned before in story. As I said, I don't want to fuck with anything R3tard has that's canon.
>>25507909
Insanebow is that you?
>>25509710
Fuckin magic man over here. Yeah, I'm writing side stories for R3tard.
>>25510159
Fucking knew it.
>>25510191
how?
>>25510366
Who was the only writefag here besides r3tard and interacted with him?
>>25510560
Insanebow Dash didn't even post as his name until>>25510159. That was his first named post. So how did you know?
>>25511404
So how about those four posts in the previous thread
>>25511443
Dammit Vampon I know it's you.
>>25511464
Yo Insanebow did everyone from the vamps thread die?
>>25511464
I am not Vampanon.
>>25511475
I think so. I remember autistocrat going for awhile but he just quit outta frustration. I tried updating as often as I could but all inspiration had left me. And no one made a new thread so I just let it die in peace. Maybe I'll try bringing it back one day.
>FullRetard with a side of Insanebow Dash
>>25501635
https://youtu.be/YkXPGllO2Sw
Not letting you fucking archive on me damn it!
Blump
no no no, we ain't dying here.
B U M P
U M
M U
P M U B
>>25514661
I tried to be cool
>>25514661
B U M P
U M P B
M B U P
P M U B
I tried to be cool like him, and it didn't work.
>>25489318
Did someone say "Fucking legend"?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DRRIjOkzHPM
>>25507909
Maybe Derpywaifu?pls
>>25515349
Kiss the legend!
Pg 9? Not on my watch!bump
9
Equestria, the land I love
A land of Harmony
>>25515349
That was quite the legend there.
I'll bump the thread to keep it alive.
Bimbo bumb don't
Die on menever forgetti mom spaghetti
>>25501784
>has sunset clinging to him
>still wants to rail trixie
what a nigger
>>25521426
To be fair you can want to rail a girl without going through with it. Just because I'd like to fuck Emma stone doesn't mean I'd actually cheat on my gf
This thread shall live forever!
Or at least a week, hopefully.
Apologies for not starting the cmc adventures today. Was busy with work and watched the new hunger games.
Bump for writefags to come back
bump before bed
are writefags kill?
>>25525066
No.
Bumping to see how well R3tard can write sex. Don't let me down, writelord.
>>25525641
>R3tard writing smut
Oh you guys are in for a treat. It's his first time writing smut.
Gonna start writing soon.
pg 9 bump
>You were Applebloom
>And you were with your friends Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo in your guys' tree house
>Normally you guys try to figure out what type of profession you want to get into in life
>But today you guys had a special topic
>Tonight was homecoming
"So girls, any of ya'll get asked by a boy to homecoming?"
>S:"Featherweight asked me but I shot him down. Besides, I prefer just hanging out with you girls."
>SB:"This guy from the football team asked me, but I thought the same thing as Scootaloo and turned him down. I felt kinda bad."
"So both of you got asked? Huh, I wonder why no one asked me..."
>S:"I wouldn't worry about it. We got eachother. We don't need anyone else ruining our night!"
"I guess so. The game last night was pretty amazing."
>SB:"Yeah! That last part was like something out of a movie or story! I wouldn't have believed it unless I saw it with my own eyes to be honest."
>S:"I've seen Rainbow Dash pull something like that in Soccer and Basketball all the time. It's no big deal for her."
"Yeah, but still. That Anonymous made a really great play. I hope him and AJ meet up at the dance or something."
>S:"I doubt it. You saw Sunset kiss Anon when they became king and queen right?"
"Well yeah, but who's to say that wasn't just for show? I mean, Anonymous did come over to see Applejack the other night."
>S:"Oh! Did they bang?"
"Darnit Scootaloo, you know my sister ain't like that and I don't think Anonymous is either. He seemed genuinely nice and pleasant. Besides, how would I know if they hit the hay together?"
>S:"I was just asking, jeez."
>SB:"Rarity made the 3 of us dresses tonight by the way! They all look so great!"
>S:"Yeah, and no doubt really girly."
"Would you rather go and buy your own dress Scoots?"
>S:"Well, I guess not. Hey, do you think Rainbow Dash will be at the dance?"
>SB:"Well she was at the game so I don't see why not."
"You know you got some type of obsession with her or something."
>S:"Do not! She's just awesome!"
I'm-a back!
Wrong page.
Bizzle-dump
Bump for the green!
>>25504847
>you spit your dip out of the door
>if it was rough she wanted,
>rough would be what she gets
>and you were still mad enough to give it to her
>but you were also turned on enough by her body that what she had in mind wouldn’t be difficult to give
>she gets very serious for a second
>”Safe word is ‘Cantaloupe.’”
>you nod; never had sex where a safe word was needed..
“Aite.”
>you looked at her, if for only a second
>she /did/ look amazing
>the feeling you had at the restaurant of 'I will not touch her' suddenly flies out of the window
>you took her smaller body by her waist and threw her into the backseats of the truck
>she lets out a "WaahaHA!"
>when you get into the back, she's not laying down
>and apparently back into her 'character'
>"Are, are you going to punish me?"
>something about this had you hard as a rock
>you gripped her sides and threw her back to the seats, making her lie down
"Best believe it."
>she gets in your face with a fire in her eyes
>”Let’s see what you’ve got, farm boy.”
>in what seems like seconds, you’re dressed down
>you look up to see that she hasn’t moved
>"I'm not taking my dress off for you!!"
>you didn't need to; you took the bottom portion of her dress and pulled it up
>and she took her panties off
>as she does this, you sit down on the seat
>then grab her again and put her on top of you, sitting down facing you
>you bend her torso to lean towards you, but you shift yours to the side, in order to slap dat ass
>and slap it you do
>the tightness of her ass when she is practically bent over is unbelievable
>her ass jiggles only a little when you slap it, but it does shake in response to your strike
>a quiet “Mmmhhmmmm” reaches your ears
>something about that makes you want to do it again..
>then she moans out, “More.”
>>25531844
>>25531844
>you place your arm back like you’re about to pitch a baseball, then unleash a torrent of smacks to her ass
>and they were hard smacks this time, more force with each time you connected
>her moans become more powerful each time as well
>her white ass starts to shade red from the thrash contacts, and yet Rarity still moans in pleasure
>she likes pain
>time to insert
>no foreplay
>no cute romantic gestures
>she didn't deserve a gentle start
>even if it was a ruse, she said some awful things and played with you
>you knew that it was polite to just insert the tip at first; slowly increasing how much you penetrate your female with each thrust
>so that is exactly what you wouldn’t do
>you position your hips to be right below her own,
>you take your dick and shove it in almost all the way down her canal;
>as you finish your thrust, you can feel her bodily reaction to what she didn't expect
>her walls tightened up and grappled your dick
>it takes the breath out of her and she has a cry of pain
>her jaw shuts tight as her teeth grind a bit
>"That hurt, you plebeian brute!"
>your sneer said it all
"Good."
>you take it a little slower beginning on the next entry
>grasping her hips, you swirl her body around your dick as she uses her feet and legs to propel her her body vertically
>her breathing is starting to become irregular, more shaping itself around the speed of your actions
>you gradually increase speed, feeling your tip glide against the walls of her vagina
>your body shifted slightly in expectation for higher speeds and rougher sex
>then you grip her hips, pulling and pushing with them; assisting your thrusting
>she grabs onto your wrists and squeezes when you thrust inside her
>moaning out a mix of pain and pleasure
>moans that soon show more pleasure received than pain
>>25532064
About to fall asleep and just thought I'd check to see if there was green before bed...now I'm awake and I've got diamond dick
>>25532064
>she takes over and rides you on occasion, her grace while pleasuring your dick is surprising
>"How is this?" she asks
"Damn good,"
>she leans over again, "I want it hard again,"
>but only you can make her go as fast and hard as you both want it
>you straighten your body out on the seat, letting your penis extend fully
>as you increase your velocity of hip thrusting, your moans increase in volume
>"OhhhhhHOHHH Mac!" she yells
>her supple breasts bounce with the same rhythm as your thrusting
>your thighs slap against her own every time her body is momentarily lifted off of your own
>the sound of your skin to skin contact is almost too hot to handle
>hey eyes roll back from pleasure as she gasps for air
>you're really giving it to her; she's loves it
>you take her by the waist and slam her back onto the seats, lengthwise
>with her back to the seat bottom, belly up,
>you grab her thighs and forced them into spread eagle, which leaves one of her feet behind the headrest; the other on the floor
>as you continue the lord's work,
>she occasionally flexes her flat stomach to lift her head up towards you and throw insults to you; every time with an evil smile
>"You don't even know when to be gentle, oaf!!"
>an evil smile you can reflect
"An' you don't know when to shut up!"
>the harder you go, the more wet she becomes; making it easier to go further and further inside
>she's dripping at this point, but your dick just plows it out of her
>between breaths, you say
“I’m guessing the guys pissed at ‘cha never had this?”
>she rolls her eyes but keeps smug, “Hardly.”
>she pulls her head up, and in a moment of surprise toughness;
>she headbutts you and bites your lip so hard that you might bleed if you move
>your entire motion momentarily stops
>with your bottom lip still between her teeth, she makes out a,
>”And they will continue not to know about this. Do you understand?”
>you slowly move your head up and down
>she lets go of your lip
>>25532221
>your eyes are wide with surprise
>another surprise, which Rarity was apparently full of
>because not only is she into this,
>but that headbutt damn well hurt!
>but it only fuels your desire
>still on the seat, you get on your knees and grab her ass; pulling her pelvis up to meet the level of your cock
>as you continue your onslaught
>you feel her legs twitch, and you see her lip quivering
>"You filthy farm animal! Who said you can have me?"
>you pull back
>only to once again shove every inch of you inside her
>when this happens, you feel yourself hitting her cervix as she cries out once again
>but this time instead of an insult back to you,
>she looks furious as she slaps you across the face
>for a moment, you wonder if you went too far, literally and figuratively
>but she didn’t call out the safe word so you were good to go
>you continually slam your tip against her cervix until her moans of pleasure produce a few tears as well
>"Ugh, Ugh; Guh, UGH!"
>your tip needs a momentary break as you pull out
>you fall back on top of her, placing your head in between her tits
>she jiggles them around for you, then stops
>she breathes out, eyeliner starting to stain trails of her face
>”Choke me.”
>>25531844
BRUH
>>25532285
>you don’t even think about it
>missionary style, you thrust once again
>except this time you grab her throat; half for lightly choking, half for thrust assist
>every once in a while, grasping your hands a little harder to choke her, then giving time for her not to pass out
>you see her face slightly turning red, but she’s loving it
>she says, struggling to speak
>"Big Mac, more!!"
>the pleasure rises for the both of you; and you’re starting to sweat
>you let go of her neck, letting her breathe
>she wraps her arms around your back as her nails roughly scratch your skin
>it hurts like all hell, but it’s a good hurt
>and probably not as much hurt that you’re giving her
>"Please!! Harder!!"
>for a second, you thought about playing music
>but this wasn’t romance
>this was raw, gritty, nasty, and all kinds of dirty
>you felt the pressure building up quickly
>eyes focused, and a few droplets of sweat on your forehead, you moan out, “Rarity… I’m about ta’..”
>with catlike reflexes, Rarity unplugs herself from your dick and flips her body around to where she’s on her hands and knees; still on the truck seats
>she wants to finish doggy style
>she yells out, “ON MY BACK!! CUM ON MY BACK!!”
>with a final thrust, you can feel the flood gates opening
>"SHOOT YOUR SEMEN ONTO ME, YOU FILTHY FARM BOY!!"
>you pull out of her and place your dick between her ass cheeks as she begins to hot dog the cum out of your dick
>and when she flexes her cheeks together, you fire a load so hard that the first volley flies over Rarity’s back, head, and onto the backseat window
>the second volley lands square onto her hair, a nice glob of it to contrast her purple follicles
>"YES!! MORE!!"
>the third and on make a trail straight down her back, leading up to a drip out of the cannon it shot from
>as you finally finish cumming, your panting slows back down
>you take a second to look at your handiwork,>your load all over Rarity
>>25532285
>>but that headbutt damn well hurt!
probably hurt her a whole fucking lot more then
>>25532384
I would NOT get into a relationship with that if I were Mac.
>>25532384
>>25532384
Wasn't she still wearing her dress above her waist?
>>25532470
>Notably Dangerous Texan Erection
9/11 would remove sides again
>>25526484
"Whatever you say Scoots. So what do ya'll wanna do till we gotta get ready for homecoming?"
>S:"We could play some Fighting is mag- *cough* I mean, we could play some Thems Fighting Herds."
"But I'm terrible at fighting games!"
>SB:"Just do what I do! Press all the buttons on the controller till you win!"
>S:"Or you could just learn how to play skillfully like me!"
"Oh fine, so we heading to your place Scoots?"
>S:"Yeah. We can also stop by Sweetie Belles for the dresses so we don't have to go back and forth."
>SB:"I like that plan. That's a good plan."
"Alright, lemme just tell granny I'm heading over to your place. We gonna spend the night there?"
>S:"I don't see why not."
"Then I'll get some other stuff for the sleepover too."
>S:"Alright, just hurry up. Sweetie and I will be waiting at the farms gates."
>You make your way to the house and go inside
>Mac is on the couch watching TV and Granny seems to be in the kitchen doing some things while Applejack was out with her friends.
"Hey Granny, after the dance tonight I'm gonna spend the night at Scootaloos' house. That okay?"
>GS:"Wyell, I guess it'll be fine. But you be careful out there with them boys. I better not find out you were sneaking around with a boy behind my back ya hear?"
"Of course Granny. Thank you!"
>You hug her before heading up the stairs to get some things
>As you're packing a small bag of essentials, your phone rings
>It's a text message from a number you haven't seen before
>The text reads like so:"We should try doing the JFK.
I splatter all over your face while you desperatly try to get out of the car."
>What in the hay?
"What in the hay?"
>You text back "who is this?"
>You wait a few minutes
>No response
>You put your phone back in your pocket and continue putting the last few things in your bag
>Who the heck would write something like that to you?
>You head to the door before giving Granny and Mac a goodbye
>>25532676
>That text
Now that's just fucked, I'm all for rape jokes but holy shit
>>25532676
haha
holy shit i was not expecting that
>>25532676
>You get a second message. "Whoops, wrong number ;)"
Saving bump!
>>25532384
> With catlike reflexes, Rarity switches into doggy style.
Gotta love that fucking metaphor!
>>25535633
>Catlike
>Metaphor
Pretty sure that's a simile, m8.
>>25537006
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.
Good catch.
>>25532676
>>25532493
>how about she just took it off when ninja fliping in the midst of fucking
srsly dont ruin the diamond, just enjoy it and ignore minor details
>>25532676
>>25538727
That's easier said than done.
>>25532676
>You quickly jot down your road to where Scoots and Sweetie were waiting for you
>S:"Tokk you long enough! It shouldn't be alot, it's just one night."
"Well I'm sorry I like to be prepared Scootaloo. Also I got this weird text from a phone number I don't recognize."
>SB:"Oh what's it say?"
>You open the message and show it to them
>Scootaloo just bursts out laughing
"It ain't funny Scootaloo! It's just weird."
>SB:"I don't get it. Who would even want something like that?"
>S:"It's probably a joke from someone in one of our classes. I mean, who would actually say something like that seriously?"
>SB:"You don't know, maybe it's a secret admirer who just doesn't know how to properly convey their feelings to Applebloom!"
>S:"Highly unlikely. And when did you become such a romantic?"
>SB:"I'm not! I was just throwing out a suggestion."
"Well anyway, let's get headed to your place Sweetie Belle and get the dresses."
>You begin the trek to Sweeties house
>You try to push the text message out of your mind but it just sticks to the back of your conciousness
>S:"Man, I can't wait to just get this stupid dance over with."
>SB:"Aw, don't be like that Scootaloo. It's gonna be super fun!"
>S:"Sure it is. Just wish we were older to do more adult things."
"Why do you wanna be an adult so badly? Granny always tells me to enjoy my youth."
>S:"What's to enjoy about being unable to do anything on your own?"
>SB:"I'm with Applebloom, why would you want to be an adult with all that responsibility and stuff?"
>S:"Because I hate everyone always treating me like a kid it just gets old."
>SB:"We'll have plenty of time to be adults in a few years but we should just enjoy ourselves now."
>S:"Whatever."
>Your phone goes off
>You reach in your pocket to check who texted you
>It's from that random number
>You open the text message
>It reads :"Someone who's been watching you ;)
>>25539084
OH SHIIIIITT.
>>25539306
Seriously what the fuck is that thing?
>>25539084
"Hey girls! They texted me again!"
>SB:"What'd they say?"
>You show them your phone again
>S:"Okay, so that's creepy. You gonna reply?"
"I honestly don't wanna."
>S:"Like I said, probably just a prank right?"
>She lets out a nervous laugh
>SB:"Anyway, we're almost to my house. I'll get my stuff together and you get the dresses Scootaloo."
>You head inside with the girls
>Inside you 3 see Rarity getting ready
>SB:"Um, why re you getting ready so soon Rarity?"
>R:"Soon? Darling, at the rate I'm moving at I'll be late for when Big Macintosh gets here!"
"But the dance doesn't start for like another 8 hours."
>R:"But I still need to make sure my hair is properly curled and my dress is as perfect as can be and I need to make sure my makeup is applied perfectly evenly. So much to do so little time!"
>SB:"Well, I'm spending the night at Scootaloos. That okay?"
>R:"Of course. Just be safe. Oh, and here are your dresses."
>She hands the dresses to Scootaloo
>SB:"Okay, just give me a second!"
>She runs up stairs
>R:"So do any of you girls have a date you're bringing to the dance tonight?"
>S:"Naw. We're just all going together."
>R:"Did no one ask any of you?"
"Sweetie and Scoots got asked but they turned them down."
>R:"Sweetie was asked by someone? Why, she never informed me of this."
>SB:"Alright. I'm ready. Let's get going. Bye Rarity!"
>R:"Be careful girls!"
>The three of you head out together
>S:"So why didn't you tell Rarity that that one guy asked you to the dance?"
>SB:"I just really didn't see a reason to."
"So we just gonna play some fighting games before the dance?"
>S:"We can do some other stuff. Up to you guys."
>SB:"I guess we can just figure it out when we get there."
Just a couple things I wanna share...
>>25540918
They don't all get happy endings.
>>25540925
...And that might be why.
Insanebow dash is cooking up some saucy green.
>>25542369
Yum!
>>25540886
>As you begin your trek to Scootaloos house you can't help but think on a few things
>The first being those weird text messages
>Was it some weird person from school?
>Maybe someone playing a joke
>Or even a secret admirer
>Which brought up another thought to mind
>Why weren't you asked to the dance like Sweetie Belle or Scootaloo?
>Were you not pretty enough?
>Was it just that no one liked you?
>You let out a sigh
>It would have been nice to have gotten asked by someone.
>Even if you just turned them down, someone would still have some interest in you
>You hear your name addressed
>SB:"Applebloom helloooo. You listening?"
"Huh?"
>S:"I asked if you wanted to play against me first or if you wanted to play the winner between me or Sweetie."
>You honestly didn't care about the game
>It was more about spending time with them
>Your friends
>Your ONLY friends to be exact
>You cherished them
>Held them close to you like family
"It don't really care. I guess I'll play the winner between you two."
>S:"Well that obviously means you'll be going against me."
>SB:"Now who says I won't beat you?"
>S:"I did. There's no way you can beat me at my favorite fighting game."
>SB:"I guess we'll see then won't we?"
>S:"Not much to see but you losing!"
>Sweetie just snorts
>You could see why guys would be interested in them
>Scootaloo is brash and bold and has a cute face with a fit body to go along with it
>Sweetie Belle had a more feminine figure with the right curves in the right places and had the biggest breasts between the 3 of you
>She was also really genuine and kind
>You would really like to find someone like that...
>Wait... you weren't thinking about them... like that were you?
>Of course not! They were just your friends
>Just your good looking friends
>You face palm and try to get your mind back to reality
>S:"Well, looks like we're here."
>You seemed to have arrived at Scootaloos quaint little house
>Before you enter however, your phone vibrates
>>25542490
WHAT'S THE MESSAGE?
Bampf!
Moar green
Bamp
>>25542490
I bet the person texting her is Diamond Tiara. After she became friends with Applebloom she can't hide her true feelings anymore.
>>25544493
This is now canon
>>25544493
I AM JUST A PONY
I MAKE MISTAKES FROM TIME TO TIME
>>25544493
I want this to happen.
>>25542490
>You pull your phone out to check who it was
>Hoping it wasn't from the stalker
>It's from... Applejack
>AJ:"Hey kiddo, didn't see ya before you left but I'll see you at the dance tonight. Be careful, it gets late pretty early during this time of year and I know Scootaloo doesn't live in the best neighborhood. Anyway, I love you and I'll see you tonight."
>SB:"Did you get another text from that creepy person?"
"No, it was just a text from AJ telling me that she loves me and she'll see me tonight."
>Scootaloo seems to droop a bit
>S:"Oh. Well that's good."
"Something wrong scoots?"
>S:"What? No! I'm fine. Take your dress, these things are annoying."
>You and sweetie belle take your dresses from her
>Your dress was a simple pink dress with a bow wrapping around the waist with some white furls around the top and bottom.
>Sweetie Belle had a red dress with a layering below the waist and a headband with a flower on it
>And Scootaloo had a dress with a purple top and red for below her waist
>The dresses looked great
>The three of you made sure to hang them up so they don't get wrinkled
>S:"Alright Sweetie Belle, you ready to lose?"
>SB:"No, but I am ready to win!"
>They began their fight in Thems Fighting Herds
>Huh, that cow reminded you of somebody, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it...
>While Scootaloo looked like she actually knew what the buttons did, Sweetie Belle just looked like she was mashing the x and y buttons.
>Suprisingly though, Sweetie Belle won
>S:"WHAT?! You cheated!"
>SB:"Did not, I just pressed the buttons that worked."
>S:"Fine, Applebloom, beat her."
"I'll try my hardest."
>You pick the familiar cow
>Admittedly, you've never played this game before but you try to mix Scootaloos playstyle with Sweetie Belles
>You lost the first round, but she lost the second.
>Time for the final round
>You try doing some fancy moves like Scootaloo did but Sweetie Belles button mashing was a bit too much resulting in your loss
"Gosh darnit!"
GO ARIZONA GO
>>25545763
>For 4 matches straight Sweetie Belle beat you and Scootaloo until finally you had more health than her when the timer ran out
"Finally! I won!"
>S:"Now I get to play someone who doesn't just spam the same two combos!"
>SB:"Aw man, there goes my streak..."
>A sense of accomplishment washed over you
>It was unfortunately true that you didn't win a whole lot of things.
>Even with tons of hard work it seems that someone else always beats you
>So even just a small win like this felt good
>You continued your rotation of playing against winner for awhile
>Because you figured out how to beat Sweetie Belle, she had to adapt a bit more
>She did so by adopting a single button more
>Well if it's not broken, don't fix it...
>SB:"Hey guys! Why don't we try being video game designers!"
"But we don't know a single thing about making video games."
>SB:"There's always the magic of Gaggle!"
"I've said this before, we can't just decide to let the internet tell us how to do something. Part of the fun is figuring it out ourselves."
>Scootaloo didn't seem to want to be part of the conversation
>S:"Hey guys, can we just focus on the game?"
>SB:"Don't you want to find out what it takes to be a video game designer?"
>S:"Not really..."
>SB:"How are you gonna know what you wanna be if you don't look into stuff?"
>You could see Scootaloo get visibly shaken by her statement
"Scoots, you okay?"
>S:"I'm fine! Let's just find something else to do. M-maybe we could play some cards against humanity or something?"
>Tears began to well in her eyes
"Scootaloo?"
>S:"I... I already know what I want to be in life."
>SB:"That's amazing! Why didn't you tell us before? What is it you wanna do?"
>S:"I uh... I want to pilot airplanes."
>A single tear rolls down her cheek
"Well that's great Scoots-"
>S:"No its not great Applebloom!"
"Why not?"
>S:"Because I'm colorblind."
>>25546866
And the feels roll in.
>>25546866
POW right in the gut.
>>25546866
>tfw pilot
I would take that little girl up and do a shitload of aerobatics with her.
Page 9 bump.
How do I spoiler text?
>>25549033Newfag
>>25549033
chant the magical words and ring a very small bell
>>25549044
>>25549050
>>25549164
Newshit get out
>>25549164
Nice May May you got there newshit. Word of advice: lurk more before you post.
>>25549033
>>25549164
How old are you?
>>25549164
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Newfags can't triforce
>>25549694
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im a newfag and i can triforce
>>25549849
obvious sarcasm is obvious.
ive been lurking for about 2 years now and still cant get it to work
>>25546866
>SB:"You're colorblind? So what?"
>S:"It means I can't be a pilot Sweetie Belle."
>SB:"Well why not?"
>You could see this getting harder and harder for Scootaloo
>S:"Because pilots have to have normal vision to fly a plane. And I'm not normal..."
>There was a few moments of silence before Scootaloo speaks up again
>S:"You know my dad told me things always happened in our life for a reason. He believed in karma and all that bullshit. So I wonder now, WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?"
>Sweetie Belle backed away from Scootaloo a little bit
>S:"And there's another thing. If everything happens for a reason then why...*sob*... why isn't my dad alive anymore?"
>She was having a complete brake down at this point
"Scootaloo..."
>S:"What cosmic force decided that my dad didn't deserve to live? WHAT DID HE DO TO DESERVE DEATH HUH?!"
>You couldn't take it
>You've seen Applejack blow up like this once before
>Over mom and dad
>So you did what you did then.
>Walked over to Scootaloo
>And pulled her into your embrace
>And cried with her
>S:"It's not *sob* fair."
"I know Scootaloo. I know."
>Sweetie Belle also joined the embrace
>And for a while you just hugged and cried together
>You all wept out all you had in you
>Greived for the bad in your life
>Scootaloo for her father
>You for your parents
>And Sweetie Belle shared your grievances as a close friend
>Slowly you all withdrew from the embrace
>You rubbed your eyes and sniffed
"Feel better?"
>S:"*Sniff* Yeah. Kinda. Thanks guys. You don't know how much you guys mean to me."
>SB:"Oh I'd say we do. We all mean the world to each other Scootaloo. There's no need to be alone in how you feel."
>Scootaloo lets a few more tears out
>S:"Thank you guys."
"Anytime Scoots. Anytime."
>She smiled at the two of you
>S:"So uh, what do you guys wanna do now? Now that we're done crying."
>Before you can answer your phone buzzes again
>>25549923
Oh please, why must these feels be interrupted by rapey intent?
>>25549923It's a picture from Big Macof him fucking Rarity
>>25549923
go away
>>25549694▲
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Holy fucking bump
>>25549923
>It's from the stalker
>"You crying together like that was hot. I came twice. Watch your step outside. You might get your shoes sticky ;)"
>>25553219
"Get some rest 'Bloom, you look tired."
Welp guys, I most likely won't write today as it is thanksgiving. Take this day to be with your family and friends. And if you're not from America then do what you normally do.
>>25554147
What if I'm from America but I don't celebrate Thanksgiving?Like, you know, everyone in Latin America.
>>25554305
Well then happy burrito day!
>>25554305
>latin america
>not doing something today
Nigga I'm inEl Salvadorand we got the turkey sandwiches on lock today.
Things are slow at R3tarDad's place today, so I'll leave something here.
>>25532384
>be Sunset
>the food was amazing
>the music was amazing
>everything about this dinner was amazing
>but it was time to go to the dance
>onwards and upwards, as they say
>walking with Anon towards the exit, you remember something vital
>you stop and grab his arm
“Anon!! We forgot!”
>”Forgot what?”
“Pictures!! We didn’t take any pictures!”
>he looks like he does care much either way
>”I mean, the restaurant is nice and all, but I don’t think it we need to take pictures of it..”
>you shoot him a face that says ‘really?’
“No, pictures of /us!/”
>”Is that a thing? Were we supposed to do that?”
"Yeah it's like a school dance tradition, or something. People get with their friends or just their dates and take a bunch of pictures together."
>"Oh," he says looking a bit disappointed
>"Sorry about that."
"No, no. It's fine. We can just take a few here."
>you pull him in and take a few selfies of you two with your phone
>he takes the device and does a few as well
>then someone takes the phone
>TL: “Lemme help.”
>”Thanks, Thunder.”
>Thunder backs up a little and takes a few snaps
>TL: "Alright, just gunna keep this thing snapping."
>you change poses on occasion; Anon barely moves
>you slap his arm when you look up at him
“Anon! Quit mean-mugging and smile, darn it!”
>he grins>”No can do. Gangsta life, Sunny.”
>>25555331
Anon, just kiss her.
Then have Thunder take pictures of the two of youH-holding hands....
>>25555410
>Holding Hands
You sicken me.
>>25555331
>several pictures later
>as Thunder gave back your phone, he looks to Anon
>TL: “So what did you drive here?”
>Anon’s face brightens up
>”Oh man, c’mon, you gotta see it.”
>Thunder calls the other two friends over
>the door slams open and four giddy guys race over to the car
>you walk outside, but don’t run with them
>you stay next to the entrance of the place
>you’d let Anon have his fun with his friends before you two left
>plus, being a little late to a dance was always a good idea
>Anon hops in the car, and starts the engine
>the Camaro roars as he pumps the gas in neutral
>all of the guys, even Fancy, yell out and holler
>the night became even more brisk and chilly by the time you left the restaurant doors
>and your dress wasn’t exactly built for heat
>you start to shiver a little
>goosebumps appear all over your arms and legs
>you’re cold, but you don’t want to spoil Anon’s fun before they’re done gawking at the car
>and it looks like the cold doesn't bother the guys, at all
>Thunder shouts that Anon should spin the tires, which Anon gladly does
>the car worship goes on for a while…
>Page 10
Turkey bump
never die thread
>>25556289
>several minutes later
>Anon drifts around a corner of the parking lot, back to where the guys stand
>more hollers ensue
>you’re hoping he’s going to be done soon,
>because you are absolutely freezing now
>he turns off the car
>”Alright guys, it’s been fun but I better get going.”
>they say their goodbyes and all start walking towards the entrance again
>they say goodbye to you as well, then walk past you into their work
>Anon, glad that he could show off the ride to his old friends,
>asks you, “Ready?”
>still freezing, you say
“Yeah.”
>he holds your hand, about to turn and walk towards the car again
>but stops before he even takes a single step
>”Sunset, you’re freezing!!”
“Yeah, it’s k-kinda cold out here…”
>”Why didn’t you go inside for a sec?”
>for whatever reason, you didn’t think to do that
“I… don’t know.”
>he pulls you close and rubs your arms to create some warmth
>somehow he was still warm; more like a furnace
>you tightened the embrace, trying to pull some of his heat onto you
>”Here..”
>Anon took off his suit jacket and put it over your shoulders
>”Keep it on until you warm up.”
“Won’t you get cold though?”
>”Nah, I’m good.”
“Well, thanks..”
>”No problem.”
>you hold his hand again, and follow him to the car
>”I should have brought a jacket.”
>he points to his jacket on your shoulders, and grins
>”Nonsense, you already have one.”
>>25554305
>Latin American
Mah nigga!
>>25557991
>as Anon opened the car door for you
>you turn and put a hand on his chest
>your voice turns a little bubbly
“Soooooo, I was wondering something.”pic
“Okay?”
>”Would you show off the car.. to me?”
>he gives you a weird look
>”What are you talking about? You’ve already been in it.”
>you playfully shake your head
“Not what I mean. I mean, show me what it can do.”
>”Like… speed? You want to see how fast it can go?”
>you excitedly nod your head
“Yeah!”
>his face turns into a serious look as he thinks on this for a second
>but he brightens up again
>”Alright, you got it.”
>you decided to mess with him a little
>you're about to put your leg in the car, but you slightly bend over and wiggle your ass towards him
>you expect him to pinch your ass again
>instead he grabs you by the hips and pulls you towards him
>both of you fully standing up now, there is no space between the back of your dress and the front of his pants
>he puts his hands on your midriff; keeping you close
>he whispers in your ear
>"Getting a little frisky, are we?"
>you crane your head up
>and as flirty as possible, you say
"Not yet,"
>then the pinch on the butt happens, and you yelp
>trying not to smile, you look back at him
"You'll pay for that."
>without skipping a beat, he says, "Do you take checks?"
>you get in the car and he shuts your door
>as he walks around, the only thought your mind can come to is,"Yeah, he's getting some tonight."
GN bois. If you celebrated it, Happy Thanksgiving.
>>25558179
Anon has this shit locked down
>>25558179
oh yes
>>25558627
And you KNOW that means something's gonna happen at the dance to fuck up his chances!
>>25559020
Something meaningTrixie,Applejack,Rainbow Dashor All of the above
>>25559052
You're forgetting aboutNurse Red Hot!
>>25559163
And his own mumbling while sleeping...because he will fall asleep at the dance for some reason..
Since today is about being thankful. I'd like to say I'm thankful for writefriends for gift of green
>>25558179
>Flash did have a surprise
>He also had a trench coat
>and 4 pounds of C4 strapped to his chest
