>Yo Anon, I bet my ass you can't catch up to me in a race, Hehe.
>>25767034
shelly dash
>>25767034
The fuck are you wearing top cunt
>>25767034
What's up with that hole in your shirt. Is that where you store your extra fast?
Should I greentext a story?
>>25767034
There is something really wrong with your hips. I mean, go to a fucking hospital or something holy shit.
>>25767034
>I bet my ass you can't catch up to me in a race
That's a really big bet
>>25767073
No.
>>25767059
>extra fast
>>25767073
Yes. There needs to be hotdogging.
>>25767103
>Hotdogging
What's that
>>25767073
Fucking no.
>>25767073
Yes, one where anonymous wins and gets to hotdog rainbow's ass
>>25767093
>not keeping your extra fast close at hand
It's like you want to be left in the dust.
>>25767110
Where you stick your dick between a girl ass cheeks and thrust up and down.
>>25767103
>>25767128
Should I write RD as the Tomboy like friend, or the confident athletic Alpha Bitch?
>>25767034
A race you say? What aboutAkina Downhill?
>>25767163
You shouldn't.
>>25767163
Tomboy
>>25767034
You have already lost...
>>25767163
tommyboy
>>25767034
You're probably right...
>>25767184
Because I have no hopes for you.
>>25767163
Tomboy friend with the competitive alpha bitch attitude.
>>25767198
Is that movie any good?
>>25767177
>That Dash mixture of athletic / ufc gloves exercise combo
U-unf Dash is top /fit/
>>25767393
Muscledash and /fit/dash threads were stupendous.
>tfw she will never affectionately refer to you as 'fatfuck' before spending another day beating your ass into shape
>>25767281
I guess if you like F1 or just historical sporting events then James Hunt vs Niki Lauda aka 'rush' might be up your alley, music by Hans Zimmer, Actors very good and the story does have a good mixture of light / dark comedy and also many feels and the message at the end teaches you not to be angry at your rival / enemy but to be happy to have someone who makes you do what you do best...If you look up Rush ending that is explained in better detail
Green plz.
>>25767572
I'll have to look into it.As autistic as it sounds, that F1 AiE story got me into racing again recently.
So I don't have to beat you just catch up huh? Sure I'm game.
I'll try, though I'm not well versed into MLP that much
Pls, this is my first try at this
>Be Anon
>Be 20ish
>Ever since high school you fell down in a dump, and have slowly, but surely, been gaining weight ever since
>You've tried so hard to crawl out, but the small amount of self determination you have once in a while to get /fit/, always seems to crash and burn.
>One night, you try to think what went wrong.
>Was it all the part time jobs you had to take to pay for college?
>No that wasn't it, you still had some free time on Weekdays, and aside from a 4 hour shift on Saturday in the morning, Weekend free.
>Fuck
>You recall how in HS, you always had this one persistent voice pushing you on during sports
>It wasn't the Teacher, rather it was some girl in the year above you.
>As the details come back, so does this newfound nostalgia.
>You remember her having this tough, take no shit attitude, which was an uncommon back in those days.
>She was the Schools top track runner, also happened to be one of Scootaloos friends.
>Her name was Dash or something like that.
>With Scootaloos suggestion, she took you under your wing, when you tried your luck at the track club.
>Fatfuck was something thrown around a lot back in those days, to say the least.
>Yet with her help, you were able to find your own temporary determination, and ended up with a bronze medal
>Not too shabby
>Amidst your train of thought, you feel your phone vibrate in your hand.
>Text from Scootaloo
"Hey Anon, what's up? "
>You stare at that text for a moment
>You turn your head to your slowly grumbling stomach, it bulging slightly further
>You'll go with Option A
>You text back
"Hey Scoots, I'm in desperate need of a personal favour right now, you still in contact with Dash or whatever she was called...?"
Aiming Dash as the Tomboy mentor back in school, though she'll come off as a washed up Trainer who never really made it on a national level to Anon in the next part.
These sex games and fetishes are getting repetitive. I get it you like feeling like you're being chased but this predator/prey kink of yours is getting old.
>>25767750
We /sfg/ now?
>>25767034
"Dash we've done this before and I always win."
>"I'm still gonna beat you this time."
"Dash come on, I really can't be bothered."
>You chicken?"
>Might as well get it over with, she won't stop bugging you otherwise.
>You get up and stretch your legs.
"Where to Dash?"
>"Sugarcube Corner, you ready?"
"Eh."
>"321 GO!"
>Dash speeds off, kicking up some dust.
>Might as well walk it.
>You stick you r hands in your pockets and plod on down the road, eyeing up Rainbow as she bolts down the road.
>She's almost at Sugarcube Corner.
>You speed up and blast past Rainbow, admiring the pure shock on her face as you do.
>You stop and scratch your head.
>"I almost, won."
"Yay, I win."
>You flop onto the floor, bored out of your skull.
>Such is the life of the worlds fastest human.
>>25767103
Even better: Double hotdogging (rubbing your dick between two pairs of pussy lips
https://derpiboo.ru/347880?scope=scpe5549f794cf8b17a327c135eff5493a2373bf0865
>>25767034
Looks like for once, I really got to chase that ass. Catch that ass. Be one with the ass.
The bet is on. I win, I own your ass.
Your ass is mine.
I can dick it and lick it.
I can shape it and >rape it
Gimme those buns
I am training these guns
To beat you in your silly race
So after, you can sit on my face
You better get running, you little slut
I am coming for that juicy round butt
I shall part those cheeks and slip on in
And ravage your behind, while you make a din
This turned into a poem about your behind
So you better stop me now, if you will be so kind
Get those legs pumping
Get those boobs a jumping
Because I have a mighty need
THE NEED FOR SPEED.
>>25767173
N-nani!?
>>25767722
speaking of this, I never noticed the title to this OST track.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ki9tfdO6jHQ
>>25767722
>F1 AiE story
Have you got a pastebin my man, I think that could be a good read
>>25767872
>Just a guy who fast as a hobby
>>25767059
>extra fast
>>25768611
Just like your digits, she's got two lumps there on her chest. That's her fast storage compartment, right?
>>25767872
I got a better idea; she hauls ass to the corner while I bolt the other direction.
>>25767034
Well I bet my dick if you can't.
>>25768628
if you squeeze them does fast come out
>>25769073
she becomes flatter, but more aerodynamic.
>>25769073
>>25769084
These guys are onto something. Her excess fast must be removed before the race begins. It's only fair.
>>25769119
Small tits = Most QT tits
>>25767773
What happened to this? Sounded like an interesting setup.
>>25767773
You little shit. You better continue.
>>25770088
Triple dubs demand this! With either OP pic or flat chest. Though I don't know if there was ever green of a rainbow dash that was OP's Pic related.
>>25770088
>>25770282
Bumping for this
>>25767773
You should continue this.
>>25767034
How come there isn't any green of this rainbow dash in op's pic?
>>25768268
Can't link because I'm on my mobile but google for Serrated's pastebin.
if its a race to see who ejaculates first your on, I'm the fastest dick in the west dashie.
>>25770088
>>25771657
Aight, I'll write the next chapter in a few hours
Just casually bumping this
>>25767470
Fuck I miss those threads.
>Literally only have to outpace her long enough to catch up.
SPRINT.
>>25767034
>You beat her in the race, much to her surprise.
>A bet was still a bet, and Dash never went back on stuff like this.
>After leading you to a secluded area behind the school, she pulls down her shorts and presents herself to you.
>As you line up with her slit and begin press in, she grabs your equipment and brings it up to her other hole.
>"I said my ASS, idiot."
>>25767134
If that's where she stores it, I'd rather keep her extra fast close at hand.
>>25767173
You're on
Bump for safekeeping
>>25767034
I can run full marathon in under 3h, still want to try me, fatass?
>>25773917
>Shifting into overdrift
The absolute madman
>it is 7PM on a Saturday
>You're at the Local park, not that far away from Everfree Forest
>The sun is slowly fading away back in to the clouds, as Dusk slowly rears its head from out of the clouds, as the night prepares itself in the back for it's long duty ahead
>You've been hear for almost an hour.
>Where the fuck is she?
>Scoots, being the helpful person she is, was instrumental in contacting Dash.
>A few days after you talked to her, she was able to sit down with Dash for a while, and convinced her to help you
>She texted you again at around 5 30 in the morning on Tuesday
>Your slowly groaned when you heard the notification, as you reached to find your phone from the small wooden nightstand
>It was Scoots
"The fucking does she want now?" you thought to yourself.
>You read the text
>"Anon, Dash agreed to take time out of her "busy" schedule to help."
>You smile slightly, as hope has arrived
"Meet her at Greenhill Park on Saturday at 6PM sharp, she can't reschedule it to another time."
>That was fine, you had nothing planned anyway
>"PS: she told me to call you a Fatfuck for piling up on the pounds, so...."
>You slowly scroll down the message,
>"FATFUCK,"
>You frown slightly, as you recall the whole extent of those "Trainings" back in the day
>Training wasn't the word really, Death Camp was more fitting, the extensive use for all that equipment was certainly nightmarish
>You quiver a bit from the memory of Dash and the rest of her clique using those Hockey bats on that Belgium exchange student
>Poor Bastard, no wonder he had a stutter afterwards
>You look down at your stomach again
>Option 2 might've been a better idea
>You check your watch
>It is now 7:10 PM
>Fuck, you'll miss Kojak if you don't leave now
>You gasp, as you stare from your seat to the whitewashed sea in front of you
"Well, time to go," you groan, as you get up from your seat
>As you walk, you muse over the situation, wondering if this was just an elaborated prank by Scoots on you
(Continued)
>Lost in your train of thought, it seems you can't hear the distant shouts of your name, as the figure behind you rushes to catch up
"Fucking Bitch, " You swore under your breath, as the whole pictures became clear.
>The figures shouts became more audible, but your anger blocks it out again
"Probably just her and the rest of the Cunty Mark Crusaders laughing at me behind my ba-"
>"Umm, Hi Anon, " You heard a nervous voice behind you
>That Voice
>You've heard it before, it sounds almost like a tombo-"
>You instantly stop in your tracks, as you slowly tilt your head behind
>You look at the sprinter from behind
>"Umm, you remember me Anon? Scootaloo told me to meet you at the park an hour ago, she said your needed help? " She speaks again, in a slightly nervous giggle
>Yeah, you remembered who she was all right.
>It was Satan having taking the form of an energetic Tomboy.
Will continue later, just wrote this during break time
>>25774915
Eagerly await more.
>>25773790
Hey he has to lube up somehow. Don't worry he's only gonna such the tip in.
>>25767034
Im a fucking chain smoker.
The only way I can catch up is if I break your knees.
>>25774860
Pretty cheeky Scoots there, Anon.
>>25774915
Here I was expecting a reaction involving "Jesus Tap Dancing Christ she's hot". Pleasantly surprised. Lookin' forward.
>>25774860
>>25774915
Bumping for more of this.
>>25767773
I'm interested.
>>25774860
>>25774915
This is good. I want more.
>>25767034
>You bet your ass huh? Sounds good, I could use a new ass, my current one sucks.
>>25767089
for you
>>25776903
>Damn it, I lost.
>Well anon, hope you like my ass.>It has herpes.
>>25767034
From the legwear:
>Thighhighs
>Panties
>Two belts
>Boob window tanktop
>Sleeveless hoodie
>On wrists: Sweatbands
Slut apparel confirmed.
>>25777073
That's kinda hot. They are wearing slutty clothes but they are naive to the nature of those clothes.
Unf
>>25774915
Updates might get a little thin anons during the next three days, tests ya know?
Give me strength anons, remember to bump
(Flashback)
>"Anon...."
>You struggle from the weight on top of you, as the glistening sun comes down on your skin
>You heave and huff, as you continue with your efforts of trying to get up from the weight on top of you
>"Anon, come on...."
"HMPHHHHH," You heave, as you continue with your efforts of trying to get up with Dash sitting on your back.
"Just a few more seconds... " you try to convince yourself
>Alas, seconds turn to minutes, as you can feel your back slowly being broken in
>You collapse back on the hard groundbreaking from the weight, tired from the "Training", and thirsty from your lack of water.
>Dash merely groans at the sight of your failure
>Damn it Anon, we've been at this for three days, and you're still can't put in the effort to actually try?"
>Her words pass hastily in your mind, as you are more concerned to catch your break
>"Anon, I was able to do this when I was 8 with the help of my sister, yet You can't? "
She turns her head slightly to look at your face, heavily red from the weight on top of you.
>"Like, what's the issue here?" She smirks, as she slowly stretches her arms out
"I wonder if it's because you're actually such a Fat Bit-" you think to yourself, but her voice cuts you off before you can finish your thoughts
"But ya know...." She smiles at you slightly, as she takes your hair into her hands, toying with it
"You can be a little cute when you're training with me..." She giggles slightly, as she looks at you with a smile
>Your heart is pounding, but strangely, it doesn't seem to be about struggling to breath this time.
>Maybe it's..
>>25767034
>human
pass.
>>25777475
>"Ok Anon, let's go, Suns about to get hotter, " Dash says, as she gets up from you
>You struggle to your feet, as your breath comes back now, before dusting yourself off
>"I bet you can't beat me to the changing rooms," The cocky Tomboy smirks, as she dashes (no pun intended) off.
"Every.Fucking.Time." you think to yourself, as you hurry to catch up behind her.
Just a quick update before the Direct, this should appease your appetites.
For reference, this is a Flashback to their days with Dashie training Anon
I'll see if I can get another chapter up tomorrow, might not be able to, but, I'll try
>>25777501
Don't worry about it.
Other than the possibility of the thread dying. Call it a buzz kill or a relief if it does.
>five posts
>over twenty-four hours
Christ, could you be any less invested?
Since writefag isn't going to take care of you, here's a list of content that's been around for a while. Not all Dash, but all strong ladies.
>From Clarissa
ShotAnon & Gilda (femdom)
http://pastebin.com/X3zQw9dh
>From Alcrowholic
Gilda & Anon
http://pastebin.com/ssJWX8z1
>From Jenseits
Dash & Anon
http://pastebin.com/DkhPU5Ls
>From Gatorbait
Domazon (/fit/dom) Dash (loving femdom?):
http://pastebin.com/uiKszFVU
/fit/ Dash with actual rape
http://pastebin.com/hWkdvw04
/fit/ Dash convinces Anon to cheat on his GF
http://pastebin.com/H13fFwQq
/fit/ Gilda having her way with Anon
http://pastebin.com/JBYUqfXy
Dash the Domazon and Shotanon
http://pastebin.com/iGQFHztZ
>>25767034
"Deal. Here's your joypad. Uh? What? You meant another kind of race? Ooooooh, my bad girl: you should have specified it..."
>>25777143
Green when?
>>25778340
>"..whatever, loser! I can beat you anytime I wa-WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!?"
"...what do you mean?"
>"GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME RIGHT NOW!"
"...Dash, I'm just 'catching up to you'."
>"I MEANT IN THE RACE YOU DUMB FUCK"
"...look at the screen: we ARE racing. And I just caught up to you."
>"...."
"So, my place or yours?"
>>25777143
>>25778366
Green of Anon living in EQG world where they wear slutty clothes, but they are naive to the nature of them when? They would start wearing them in their teens.
>>25767034
Bump
>>25778466
Bumping for this. Writefags, report!
>>25779116
>>25780190
>>25781027
More like rump if ya know what I'm sayin.
>>25781027
>>25778466
>>25777143
>>25777073
>>25778366
We need green of this.
>>25778129
Damn son, lotta that is pretty good.
And by a lot I mean I actually kind of liked the first two. I'll read the rest tomorrow.
>>25778129
Thanks based Anon.
>>25778466
>wear slutty clothes
Why do that at all? It'd be hot if EQG was just a nudist world. Anon, being new to the town, isn't used to that and feels uncomfortable being nude, and girls want to "acclimate him" by taking his clothes off, and some of them go a bit beyond taking his clothes off.
I'll be damn close behind you
Never more
>>25782583
It's more unf to me because they won't think that they are sluts. They would be naive. Teasing is a shit ton of fun.
If you want straight to nudist, there is no fun in it. No surprise. Nothing.
>>25782621
Good point, though in a town full of people accustomed to it, they'd be similarly naive. How teasing are we talking, though? Like thong and string? Onesuit? Sweater with a hole in it near the cleavage?
>>25782670
We don't want too much revealing. Just enough. Maybe things like onesuits, Thongs, that sweater sounded good too. Short shorts.
"Jesus fucking Christ..."
>"What is it Anon? Wait, what are you staring at?"
"Nothing!"
Anon trying to not take advantage of them is almost comedy gold. Trying to be a good guy in that world would be torture.
>>25782450
Clarissa is usually aces with content, one of my favorites. Hopefully the rest stack up.
>>25782527
Just don't like to see how the muscle and /fit/ threads have really fallen short lately.
>>25767050
Very little
>>25778129
the fuck
are they all fucking femdom or something
>>25773403
You and me both, Anon. You and me both.
>>25778129
I love me some Gatorbait. thought those were lost forever in the good ol'times. thanks Anon.
>>25767034
>oh yea bich i run
>you run and won
>oh yeah youre ass is mine
>cunt
If any of you are looking to get fit for your waifu
>>25767059
>>25768628
>>25769073
>>25769084
>>25769119
Deviating a bit from the OP post, but this concept was too good not to write up a little something.
>Rainbow Dash took one last look around the empty locker room, then sighed in relief as she unceremoniously sat down on the bench.
>After a couple of tense minutes waiting for any stragglers to get to their classes, she was finally confident she was alone in this corner of the girls locker room, and free to take some time to deal with her little problem.
>Or, rather, her two very big problems.
>With a scowl, the cyan sportsgirl looked down at the two globes straining against her suffering sports bra, standing perk and ready in natural defiance to the athlete’s trim and toned lower body (the sight of which was obscured from Dash’s perspective by her two malignant mammaries).
>Not that their size was the problem. The problem was the painful fullness that was not relieved in the slightest as Dash pulled off the constricting sports bra, nor was it relieved by the milky trails of liquid escaping from the tips of her dusky nipples.
>With a groan halfway between pain and pleasure, Dash reached down into her gym back and, ignoring the feeling of her breast’s cargo sloshing around as she bend over, retrieved a small hand pump which she kept incase of situations like this.
>Dash set back up and wasted no time placing the cup over the skin of one of her creamy mounds and squeezing, the instant suction forcing her to bite her lip.
>As she continued to squeeze, Dash’s free hand crept under the band of her gym shorts and rubbed against the sodden material of her panties.
>After a few minutes the gentle sound of suction as Rainbow Dash compressed the hand pump then relaxed was broken by a soft gasp.
>Dash froze, every muscle in her body pausing in fear from the vocalization that was not her own.
>>25786130
>Dash froze, every muscle in her body pausing in fear from the vocalization that was not her own.
>As she looked around, she spotted the source of the sound, the purple haired junior that seemed to follow Dash around like a second shadow.
>”Rainbow Dash...what are you…?”
>Every synapse in her brain fired at once. How was she going to explain this? Scootaloo was practically a kid!
“This isn’t what it looks like squirt, I’m, uh, collecting my….fast?”
>Even with her arousal addled brain, Dash realized how stupid that sounded scant moments after she said it, but with no way to take it back, she elected to try and continue to bullshit as best she could.
>”Your what?”
“My fast. You’ve always wondered how I’ve managed to kick so much butt at track right? Well it’s because I have so much fast!”
>”Is that why your chest is so big?”
“Uh...yes?”
>”Ohhhhh.”
>Scootaloo nodded in understanding as Dash tried to remove her hand from her shorts in (what she hoped was) a subtle movement.
>”But wait, how does collecting your fast help you if you’re taking it out of your body?”
>Rainbow Dash put on her best poker face as she smiled at the junior student.
“Well, once I collect it I...uh...drink it. Yep. Like an energy drink. That’s how I’m so fast.”
>It wasn’t exactly a lie. A guilty pleasure of Dashes was sampling her own milk, and she always figured why let the product of her labours go to waste, right?
>Scootaloo’s face lit up, as if she was learning some incredible secret.
>”If I drank your fast Rainbow Dash, does that mean I could be as quick as you?!”
“Uh, sure squiiiiiirrrrrrrtttttttt!!!!!!!”
>Dash gasped as Scootaloo lunged forward and straddled Dash’s leg in order to wrap her lips around her free nipple, the orange girl's cheeks hollowing as she immediately began to suck as hard as she could.
>>25786136
>All the while her knee rubbed gently against the crotch of Dash’s gym shorts, sending shivers through the older girl’s body.
>Scootaloo’s efforts did not go unrewarded, as Dash’s breast immediately relinquished its bounty, flooding her mouth with creamy breast milk.
>The moment the milk hit her tastebuds Scootaloo moaned, the vibrations causing Dash to stifle a moan of her own lest she reveal how much she was actually enjoying this.
“Squirt stooooooo-”
>Dash trailed off into a moan as Scootaloo tried to vocalize around a mouthful of boob, sending another brace of vibrations through her idol’s chest and finally pushing the elder athlete over the edge.
>Dash sat there panting for several moments trying to regain her train of thought after the mental knockout punch her orgasm had given her brain.
>Releasing Dash’s nipple with a soft pop, Scootaloo looked up and cocked her head.
>”What is it Rainbow Dash?”
“Just...uh, don’t drink too quickly. You wouldn’t want to get a stomach ache right?”
>”Oh, right. No problem!”
>Scootaloo resumed her suckling, this time at a much more leisurely pace, causing Dash to sigh as she leaned back and rested on the palms of her hands.
>At least now she wouldn’t have to worry about having the hand pump in her bag every day.
It's short and sweet and not really related to /fit/ Dash, but there you go. Enjoy lads.
Also, here's the pastebin: http://pastebin.com/vAPBBMjE
>>25786130
>>25786136
>>25786142
It's hot, it's erotic, it's funny, it's green, it's interesting, it's wit, it's very fucking good.
Aus, you're really one of the best.
>>25778340
You're on, I hope you like F-zero https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EeseKjHRMRoI wish nintendo made a new F-zero game, one of the best racing games of all time
Le Bump Anons
>>25777475
Annnnd we're back
I'll dump what I've wrote over the few hours to appease you people
(Present)
>"ANON!"
>You hear the Voice shout, as you are startled back into the present time
>Angered slightly from the sudden wake up call, you turn to face Dash
"SHUT UP!" you snarl back at her
>Sudden Silence
>You can see Dash slowly quivering for a brief second,taking aback, before she regains her posture from before
>She stares back at you, her surprised look changing back to one of focus, as her eyes dart to yours
>You can see her red hazy eyes changing to ones of fierce burning embers, as a her smile changes from a frown, to a smooth collected one
>Perhaps that wasn't the greatest of ideas
>"Why did you say that Anon ?" she asks amused
>You panic, as Satan continues to gaze at you
"Umm...you startled me..." you reply back nervously
>She frowns slightly
>"Oh, my mistake anon," she replies, as she steps back from you
>That was close
>You take a deep breath, as you now search to find what to say to her now
>Perhaps an action would be preferable right now
>You extend your hand
"It's been a long time Dash, how've you been keeping ?" you ask quietly
>She looks at you again, her hands pressed into her sides, as you see her slowly regaining her smile
>A predatory smile might be more fitting
>"Hmmmph, I've been doing fine Anon, some rough days here and there, but fine," she muttered, as she shook your hand
>"How about yourself ? Scootaloo told me that you've gotten a little bit overweight since we last talk-"
"Overweight ?" you croak, as you twitch slightly,
>"Well, chubby would fit you better, if you ask me.." She pauses, before giggling softly
"Hmm, yeah Chubby, maybe you're right," you twitch again, as you try your hardest to keep your smile
>>25787501
>"So you've exhausted all other options, now you need my help ?" she asks you, as Dash walks with both her hands behind her back
"Yeah, I've tried everything," you confided to her
"Hobbies, diets, swimming, the Gym and even Faith!" you declared, as you count all the failed projects with your fingertips
"Like, if God isn't able to help me, maybe Satan ca-" you sop in your tracks, as Dash turns her head slightly to you, confused
>"What was that Anon...?" she questioned, as you struggle for a reply.
"Well...Umm...I'M A SATANIST," you informed her quickly
>"You Anon ? You of all people are a Satanist?" she doubted you, you could tell it
>"You came from a Christian family, what the fuck happened to yo-
"Well yeah, umm...What can I say ? Those College days got me into a lot weird shit," You interrupt her quickly, eager to drop the subject
>Satan stares back at you in a perplexed way, as she thinks to herself
>Perhaps she's debating if taking your soul is worth it
>"Ok, fine Anon, Let's move on," she murmurs, as she walks on further.
>You look at what Dash is wearing for a moment
>White boots, some blue thigh highs and a big blue coat, probably to protect her from the fierce weather
>S'alright
>You look at her hair, you vividly remember it being short back in those days.
>But that was a long time ago, as though Time has suddenly decided to age it further, growing longer
"Dashie, can I ask you something ?"
>"Shoot."
"Why did you grow your hair long ?"
>"I couldn't afford getting it cut back every once in a while back in College, so it kinda stuck with me since," she answers you
"Oh."
>"Anon,"
"Yeah ?"
>"What did you call me Dashie ?"
"You let me call you Dashie back in school remember ?"
>She stops in her steps, as she tries to recall back those early days
>"Yeah, I guess I did Anon, I guess I did...."
>>25787769
"Where are we actually going Dash ?"
>"To the Everfree Forest," she calmly replies
>"Wait, What!?" you choke, as you hear the name
>"Are you a pussy Anon ? I won't laugh if you are, just tell me..." she sighed, as she looks at you again
"I guess not..." you stammer
>"Then don't fucking whine about it." She warns you, as both of you near the entrance to the Forest
"Christ, that's right, she was a Man Eater back at school," you think to yourself after her sudden outburst. "She's probably a Dyke."
>"You wanna know why we're going into the forest ?"
>You turn to face her again, as you foot snaps on a small branch
"Why ?"
>"To face the root of all your problems."
"And what's that ?"
>"That you're actually a pussy who has no determination to do anything in life at all by yourself."
>Bingo.jpg
You freeze from her sudden accusation, but quickly thaw yourself set of it
"Shut Up! That's not true at all..." you stammer
>"Did I hit a Nerve there ?" she smirks at you again
"No you didn't!" you stammer nervously again to her
>"You wanna know what I think Anon ?"
"What ?"
>"you didn't actually try anything you told me back there." She points back down the path from where you walked from
>"You didn't try the Gym, the diets, the swimming, hell, chances are you never even tried to talk to God."
"FUCK, She's actually right," you concentrate to yourself, as the bickering goes on
>So you know what you did Anon ?"
>You consider your options, as you decide if what you'll say will give her more Ammo.
"What...?"
>With her thumb, she points back to herself
>"You went looking for Satan instead, hoping to make some easy deal to cure all your troubles, because you're such a fucking Loser who can't take matters into his own hands."
>That's it.
>>25787856
>You draw your right arm to strike that Bitch, but as you try to land it, she merely dodges it with ease.
>Quickly, she pushes you down with the force of her hands, as you lose your balance and fall slightly back into the mud.
>The mud stains your black coat, but that won't be the end of the misery, as Dashie quickly strikes your nose with her knee
"FUCK," you scream, as you wither in pain from the force of the sudden attack, as she Dashie moves further closer to the entrance
>"HEY ANON," You hear Dash shout, as she unzips her coat, throwing it at you, as you stay struggling in the mud.
>"I Bet My ass, that you can't beat me in a race, She giggles softly, as she rushes past the Entrance, "First to the Exit wins," you hear her shout in the distance, as the trees block out the noise.
>You growl, as you finally get out of the mud, pushing aside her blue coat
"I'm gonna kill that Bitch," you think to yourself, as you rush in to find her.
Aight, that should sustain you.
Don't worry, RD won't be killyet
Bumping with interest
>>25787501
>"SHUT UP!" you snarl back at her
Anon with balls, you say?
>You panic, as Satan continues to gaze at you
Kek.
>>25787769
>"I couldn't afford getting it cut back every once in a while back in College, so it kinda stuck with me since," she answers you
Cute.
>>25787856
>"Are you a pussy Anon ? I won't laugh if you are, just tell me..." she sighed, as she looks at you again
He's no pussy, he wants a pussy, he just doesn't know who's yet.
>>25787856
>>25787870
I like it. Lurking.
Late night bump anons.
I've got a few ideas in mind, though I'm not certain yet.
Le Bump
I come mortals, with bumps.
>>25767034
bump
Bumping for more of this green
Last bump for the night. Someone take over the Bump Shift.
>>25786142
dude lewd
>>25787870
Is Dash gonna get crushed under chubby weight in a fit of anger?
That'd be funny.
bump bump bump
>>25795493
I want to eat her ass
>>25795503
>>25795503
i want to eat youre mom ass
Boop
Aight, i'll dump what little I wrote today.
If I have time later, i'll write some more.
>You pick up the pace, passing the long eroded iron gates, as you can hear Dashie's faint giggles emitting from the forest.
>You look up at the sky, to see that Dawn has disappeared once again, as the Night begins to slowly creep back into view.
>You snap on several branches as you run, the sounds of their snaps slowly becoming familiar to you, as you pass the mouth of the forest,
>Slowing down on the speed, you see that your drawing nearer to two distinctive paths, which separate the one you've been on so far
>You're at the crossroads of your journey now, one leads left, the other leads right.
>As the darkness crawls out, you take out your Sony Xperia E3, and use it as beacon of light in all this darkness
>You looks for footprints, eager to see which way path at the crossroads she took
>You can't see any at all, that's odd
>There is not a single footprint on either path, not even a smudge that would suggest someone was here
>You wonder is she actually took either path, and that she might've just taken another path of her own.
>It would make sense, Dash didn't seem to be afraid of this Forest, despite it's infamous reputation over the years
>Murders, Dumping ground for the Mob, things that went bump in the night. Everfree had gathered it's fair share of shivering stories over the years.
>Therefore, That Dyke could've easily made her own path to walk through the forests over the years.
>As you reel over the theories in your mind, you can't help but feel that the trees are closing in on you
>These huge old oak trees, with scars they've gathered over the years, look like they have faces
>They stare down at you intimately
>You're in the Devil's playground now boy
"Fuck it," you shout, as you take the left path.
>>25797875
>Trees. Trees everywhere.
>But who are you kidding ? This is a forest after all.
>You keep walking on the left path, using your phone as a Torch in the dark.
>You grow uneasy slightly, you feel as though something will spring out on you.
>Or that your light will shine on the face of a Monster in your path, who will merely smile at you before gobbling you up
>Or worse, Satan herself will find YOU.
>You shiver from the mere thought of a Dashie surpise attack from the dark, she would just kick your as-
"No."
You suddenly stop in your tracks, as you can feel your fist clenching up
"I'm not gonna be afraid of that bitch any more." You shout angrily to yourself, as you stomp on the ground
>"That's all I wanted to hear,"
>Fuck.jpg
"Dash ? I that you ?" you ask the voice in the distance
>"I still bet you can't catch me Anon," she mumbles in the dark, "I'm not that far, come on and try."
>Might as well then, yo think to yourself, as you rush out in front of you, blinded by the Dark, yet able to see the correct path, using her voice as a tool.
I'll see what else I can write
Bumping for more green.
>>25798108
let me guess, it's dick again
>>25799346
How did you know?
>>25799422
Is that dick pudding?
>>25799422
It's just like my chinese sexual misconduct scroll
>>25767034
>there are people here who couldn't catch rainbow dash.
So glad i do a lot of long distance shit.
Late night bump anons.
I've written some more, I'll dump it again tomorrow
>>25799346
None other than
https://derpiboo.ru/869924
Bumping once more
>>25767034
What are you even wearing?
>>25804081
No one in that world, except Anon, knows how slutty that outfit is.
Bump Anons
Bomperonio my friendsh
Boner bump
Here's more Anons.
Back in the Zone.
>Fuck, what time is it ?
>You check your phone, turning down the brightness you had set up on it earlier, so you can see without being blinded
>8:13PM
>Fuck, you've spent more than two hours fucking around with this Dyke
>Christ, you've missed Kojak, you'll even miss that repeat of Beyond Belief: Fact Or Fiction you wanna see.
"Ugh, fuck," you shout angrily into the sky, as the Moon glistens above you, it shining more prominently against the twilight of the night.
>You consider if beheading Satan is really worth, chances are, you'll just spend even more time dicking around in her playground.
"Hmm, what would be the quickest way of killing that bitch ...? " you gently think, as you walk further on the dusty brown path
>Stoning sounds brutal, probably the quickest way to get her knocked out, yet there would be way that could make it look like a suicide.
>Hanging her from a tree could also be effective, just write some note on the tree, and nobody will suspect anything.
>There's also the Mob method, cement boots. You don't have any cement on you, but you could easily make an alternative with some rocks. Bound and gag her, then do the deed.
>As far as you know though, there isn't any river even close to Everfree forest near by though, so that rules that out.
>Still, a bound and gagged Dashie....
>The sudden thought of it, makes you groan in pleasure.
>Hogtied would probably be the first idea, you can perfect it easily now, but it just seems too generic to be used.
>Breasts bondage could be extra kinky, tie the rope around her breasts tight, and you'll see Dashies mountiful tits just bulge out...
>"Snap out of it!" You hear your conscience snarl, as it kicks in. "She's a bitch Anon, but not your personal plaything.....
>"Yet,"
>You gasp, burnt out from this long hunt, and even more so by the telling off from your supposed source of "Morality." You find a tree stump nearby, an old one, and sit down on it.
>>25808124
>What time is it now ?
>You check your phone again.
>8:30 PM.
>Fuck.
>How did 13 minutes go by so easily ?
>And why is it all of a sudden so misty ?
>The mist surrounds you.
>it's damp,
>it's thick,
>it's here to stay.
>You groan, as you try to lookout to see if anything is visible to the naked eye.
>You can't see anything, aside from the just about visible outlines of...
>You guessed it,
>Even more FUCKING trees.
>Aside from that, you can't see anything else.
>Well, there's that small pond there for some reason.
>That's just randomly located it a forest.
>And some long rainbow coloured hair pers-
>Wait.
>You move your head further forward, eager to find out if it really is her.
>It is.
"That's it ?" You ask yourself, "The hunt's over ?"
>You get up from the stump, silently of course, making sure not to make a sound.
>You can feel your eyes being blinded by this mist, yet you press forward, not wanted to mess up on the final step.
"The hell is she doing ?" "She's just sitting next to the pond, twirling her fingers in the water." You think to yourself
>You take your steps slowly, changing between shining your torch in front of you, and shining it on the ground, making sure you don't snap on something that could alert her.
>CRUNCH. You hear the branch, snap as you curse under your breaths.
"Fuck,"
You look at her again, interested to see if she heard it.
>She didn't, she hasn't even reacted at all.
>You calmly sigh, as you walk further on to confront her.
>>25808256
>Next to a tree now, you examine her from about 50 meters now.
>Still nothing, she's just twirling her fingers in the water still.
>You breath, as you walk on further.
>You can see what she is wearing now more clearly, or to be exact, what she was wearing under that blue coat.
>The thighs highs from earlier are still there, and you can now see the bracelets on both her wrists.
>She's seems to be wearing two belts around her, well, "Shorts."
>Underwear seems more fitting.
>Aside from that, some sleevless hoodie, and a sports bra.
>Attractive, but not ideal for this weather.
>It's cold, and it's only going to get colder....
>Feeling she won't react in a bad way, you ease up with your stealth.
>You're only a few more steps from her, as you reach your hand out.
>After a few more, you grasp her shoulder.
"Hey,"
>She turns her head around to meet you.
>It looks as those she's been freezing, yet yet can see a hint of water on her cheeks.
>It's seems as though it came down...
>Wait, she was crying ?
>You shake your head, as you realize you can ask her later. For now, you should make sure you don't scare her off.
"Found you,"
Will write more later I guess, if I can squeeze in time.
le bump
>>25767034
I like the bantz you got going between Dash and anon in this.
Bumping for feels/sexing
Bump, i'll get writing in a moment
Oh, we're back again
>"Anon, I..."
>Dashie turns her head back to the pond, eager to break her face from your view.
"What ?"
>She tilts her head back again to look at you.
>"It doesn't matter, just go back."
>Again, she turns her head back, looking down at the small pond from where she twirls her fingers in.
>You can't just leave her here, not that because she's in sorrow or pain, but rather that she will just freeze to death out here.
"Why are you crying for ?"
>Again, almost as though it was commanded, she turns her head.
>"I'm not crying...*sob*...It's just...*sob*...umm, the cold," she replies back, her speech becoming almost inaudible
"Well, umm, here, let me just put this around you to warm up." You speak, as you take off your coat.
>You half expect her to frail up at you, shout at you, telling you that don't need your help, because she's a strong Woman who don't need no Man.
>But she doesn't, oddly enough.
>She senses you from behind, yet she senses that are you no trouble either, as you gently lay the coat atop of her.
>You sit down next to her, perplexed by today's events.
>Make arrangements between middle woman
>Wait for girl at park
>Meet girl, almost an hour later at park.
>Talk to girl
>Go for a walk with girl.
>Suddenly, girl has the wonderful idea to run into a forest
>Suddenly girl begins to slander you, and you grow annoyed and try to hit her.
>Miss, and she knocks your fucking nose in with her knee.
>Spend an hour dicking around in the forest looking for her.
>Find her next to a fucking pond.
>She's crying for some reason now.
>And you're sitting next to her for some reason now.
>Life is wonderful
>>25811810
cmon keep going man this is good
>>25811981
Don't worry, getting there.
>>25811810
Perhaps, it's time to face the root of her problems.
>You turn your face to hear.
"What's troubling you Dashie ?"
>She opens her mouth, looking for words.
"Something, ANYTHING." You think to yourself, as you stare into her ruby eyes.
>But nothing, she can't even find the words to speak to you.
"Hmm..." you murmur, as she turns her head back to the pond.
"What the hell is actually wrong with this Dy-" You feel as though something stopped you.
"Shutup Anon, she isn't a Dyke," you can hear your conscience bellow from above, "Just keep her company for the time being Anon," it speaks, before disappearing once again.
>Perhaps he's right, for once.
"OK Dashie, you have the right not to tell me why you're suddenly crying, but you have to tell me why the fuck you lured me out here for ?" You ask, feeling even more worn out from today's events, and only wanting closure from this wacky day.
>"Anon..." she speaks to you, but this time, she's more content looking at the pond.
>"I just wanted...*sob*... to see if...*sob*... you had the determination to find me down here..."
"That's it ?"
>"Umm, yeah, I guess..."
"So I missed Kojak just to take one of your tests ?" You can sense the anger rising in your voice
>You can see her face slowly being taken aback, as though it was fear.
>That's the last thing you need now, you remind yourself once again.
"Look.." you speak with hint of calmness now, "Just tell me what's wrong Dashie, please, for your sake..."
>>25812166
lets keep this up
>>25812742
I'll do some more tomorrow
Bump in the meantime
bump
>>25812166
Don't die damn you, now I'm invested in the story
Back page 9! You shall not have this thread!
Bumparoo
Bumpy
I already said no page 9, I dont want the sweet relief of death yet!
>>25767034
bump
Bump,
I'll get writing later, just trying to figure where I should go with it
Mmk
stealth bump
>>25767034
bump
Le Small mupdate
>"It's just that...."
"Yes ?"
>You can hear sob slightly, as she struggle to find the words.
>"I'm just...*sob*...a Loser anon...." she speaks, as her head turns to the river
>That's it ?
"The hell happened to you ?" You ask, trying to break the silence
>She stares out into the pond, as her hands move deeper into the water.
>"After Highschool Anon...." her voice is more audible now, as it seems the tears and sobbing are slowly being to subsidize
>"No, you'll think it's just a stupid reason Anon there's no point in tell-"
>You have to put your foot down
"Dashie, I'm a fat slob, who only contacted you so you could help me get /fit/," You speak quickly, in an effort to sway her mind, "For the love of God, your reasons can't be any worse than that."
"Heh," you hear her speak, as she slowly snickers to herself. "Hehehehehe.....
"Is she back...?" you wonder to yourself,
Hehe..hahah...HAHAHAHA," She bursts out laughing, as she tries to cover her mouth.
>"Sorry Anon, it seems that you really are a...." She's trying her hardest to not succumb to her giggles.
>"FATFUCK."
Yep, she's back.
Fucking Dyke, should've strangled her when you had the chance.
>You quickly get up from the ground, as she continues her hysterical laughs.
>You extend your hand to her.
"Cmon, I'm freezing, let's go."
>"Oh, sure I guess then we can go now Anon..." she replies rather unenthused
>Both of you quickly move away from the pond, as your shoes crush the countless branches that have fallen onto the ground.
>>25767034
Well obviously I can't because I'm wheelchair bound. I'm not sure I appreciate you bringing attention to my disability.
>>25821860
Sorry pal :^(
>>25767034
bump
>>25767034
bump
