>>25938564
You actually waited until you hit the bump limit.
Good job!
And another thing,Picture Related.
>>25938595
Why must you torment me so?
>>25938595
>>25938615
>>25938622
Because I feel the same you triggered bastards.
>having a skinny whorse like spitfire as a waifu
>not superior plush and cuddly ponk
Its like you want to get your eyes poked out by her shoulder blades
>>25938718
>Implying that an athletic mare is bony
>
>>25938718
>Liking ADHD child pone
>Trying to derail the thread this hard
>>25938825
Pretty sexy tb.h
Spitfire best pony
drawfriend's draw bump
>>25938718
>>25938595
There are people who don't think firehorse is best horse
>mfw
i hope that writefriend comes back tb.h f@m
>>25939747
It's worse than that. There are people so disturbed that they actually like Pinkie.
>>25939764
I am of backings!But I'm a little baked right now.
>>25939916
That is good let the green flow through you.
>>25939916
>Implying this is bad
>>25939114
>>25938718
Pinkie is fucking shit, just stop.
http://pastebin.com/8rqZLf6U
>She just nods.
>She looks incredibly drunk already.
>You watch her struggling to keep her balance on her stool.
"Are you alright? How drunk are you, on a scale of one to ten?"
>She hiccups and looks at you with a dopey smile.
>"Maybe eight."
>...Maybe?
>This horse is starting to spin in her stool.
>She's obviously a happy drunk.
>She grins at you.
>Her cheeks are so red right now.
>"So, what was home like? Wh-HIC-what did YOU have for entertainment? Any air shows like Cloudsdale?"
>You nod.
>You're actually starting to feel drunk.
>Really quickly, too.
>You blink for a moment, then catch yourself almost faceplanting off your seat.
>You lean on the counter and hiccup.
"Oh, yeah, we had airshows- but they weren't about flying ponies. Do you have airplanes, here?"
>She looks off to the side, deep in thought.
>"...'Air-plains'?
"Okay, so I'll take that as a no. Well, airplanes are like, these machines that people can fly and go really fast in, without having wings of their own."
>She just looks at you like you told her the sun was purple.
>"...How... how is that even possible?"
>You shrug.
"I never studied the things, but I know that they use fuel and take off after moving on the ground a bit."
>"How?"
>You scoot your chair closer to the counter, and watch her do the same.
>You set your hand face down on it, pretending it to be the airplane.
"So, look, first, you give that stuff gas, and it propels it really fast down a strip of land. This thing has wings on both sides of it, so after a while, the air just blows by so fast that it picks it up, so these heavy things are able to move around and glide and stuff."
>She just stares at you, fascinated.
>"That's impressive."
>You simply nod.
"And air shows will usually consist of people being in some of the fastest planes, then doing tricks, nearly smashing into each other, and so on."
>"Wow..."
"Mhmm, mhmm. Earth is pretty neat when talking science and stuff. But it's a lot."
>>25940225
>You feel a hoof tap your shoulder and jump.
>Soarin' is now beside you and Spitfire, slightly wobbly.
>"You guys, it's pretty late, now.'
>He looks at Spitfire.
>"Are you good to fly, Captain?"
>She nods her head, then loses her balance on her seat and nearly falls.
>Soarin' just shakes his head.
>"You can't fly tonight. Think about a hotel or something."
>You raise your hand.
"My house is pretty close, actually. I usually would take Rainbow there to spend the night, 'cause the couch is comfy enough for me."
>Spitfire just yawns.
>"How close is it?"
"It's pretty close. Close enough to warrant this being the only bar I go to."
>She puts a hoof to her muzzle for a few moments.
>"...Just for tonight?"
"Well, yeah, unless you plan on staying longer."
>She pauses again, lost in thought.
>"...Alright. Lead the way, I guess. I don't plan on getting anything more."
>You nod and fish into your pockets for bits.
>Cherry looks at you and waves her hoof dismissively.
>"You don't owe me anything, Anon. I oughta pay YOU for finally finishing that bottle for me, after four years of it just sitting there."
"...Are you sure, Cherry?"
>She nods.
>"Anything for my favorite customer."
>You can't help but smile.
"Wow, thank you, Cherry."
>She nods again, and picks up both yours and Spitfire's glasses.
>"Just come back, you hear?"
"Of course!"
>You hop off your stool and unconsciously help Spitfire off hers, grabbing and carrying her to the floor.
>You forget to say goodbye to the others and stumble out with Spitfire.
>She slightly leans against you, trying not to fall.
>You point a little ways at your house in the distance.
"See, my home's just right there. Not far at all."
>"Huh. You weren't-HIC-kidding."
>You simply nod, then continue walking.
>You shove your hands into your pockets, trying your best to warm up.
>Spitfire doesn't even shiver a little bit.
>Having that coat of hers must be nice.
>A thought passes your mind.
>You forgot, Ponyville homes don't have heaters.
>>25940548
>And in fact, it's BECAUSE of their coats.
>Even in snow, they all have no need to have heaters.
>So you get to freeze because you haven't evolved above having jackets, and don't have one.
>It's your only complaint about this place.
>You feel so left out, freezing as much as you do.
>And you already feel extremely left out as it is.
>You walk onto the front yard of your house and walk up to the door.
>A quick unlock later, and you notice that it's probably only a degree warmer than the outside.
>And you're fucking freezing.
"Whelp, m-mi casa, es s-su c-casa!"
>You hug yourself and shiver.
>"What does that mean?"
"M-my house, is your h-house!"
>She finally notices your shivering.
>"You're cold?"
>You viciously nod.
"I'm pretty much hairless. I c-can't k-keep warm anywhere."
>You swear, her face is getting a lot redder than it was before.
>"W-well, stick c-close to me. I could keep you w-warm..."
>You simply nod, and smile.
"Thanks. That'd probably help out a bunch."
>She nods in return, and you turn to her.
"So, did you want or need anything? A drink? Food?"
>"A water would be nice."
"Alrighty. Just make yourself comfortable, then."
>She nods, then walks into the house.
>You shut the door, then make your way over to the kitchen.
>You just think it's a bit weird how they have refrigerators, which keep things cool, but can't make heaters.
>Thought you're sure that it's still because of their coats, you still don't understand why it's not an option to have one.
>You sigh and grab two bottles of water from the fridge.
>Though, since the ponies have barely started getting the hang of plastic, the less expensive ones are glass.
>You mentally shrug and just bring them both over to the living room, seeing Spitfire making herself comfortable on your favorite chair.
>Her wings are also stiff as all hell.
"You get a wing cramp or something?"
>Her face gets a bit redder for some reason, and she nods.
>"Y-yeah. I-I was going to preen my wings, b-but they cramped up."
>>25940844
Drunkfire is adorable. We will continue waiting.
>>25940844
>She winces a bit.
>You don't know how sensitive wings are, but she looks like she's in a lot of pain.
"Well, maybe I could help preen your wings. Help out a bit?"
>She gets even redder, most likely embarrassed at the idea of needing help.
>You feel her pain.
"It'll just be between us. I'm pretty sure you don't like asking for help, huh?"
>She pauses for a moment, then nods.
>You wave a hand.
"I'm exactly the same way. So if you do need help, I'd just keep it a secret from others. But, you know, it's up to you."
>She seems to think about it for a long time.
>Meanwhile, you just set the water beside her, and open your own.
>The second you take a sip, she speaks.
>"O-okay... B-but just this once!"
>You nod, then scoot your chair a little closer to hers.
>You just stare at her wings for a moment.
"Alright, so, what IS preening, exactly? And how do I do this?"
>"Y-you don't know what preening is?"
>You shake your head.
"Heard it a few times from Rainbow, but I still don't know what it is."
>"It's, u-um, when you fix your wings up. You reposition them and, uh, and fix the bent ones..."
"Huh, that's it?"
>She nods, and stretches her wings a bit, then presents one to her.
"So, do I just, what, feel the feather for bends, or something?"
>She nods.
>"I-it's better to stroke them, to f-feel for anything wrong with them..."
"Oh, alright. So, like this?"
>You start from the base of one feather, then stroke upwards.
>She gasps, and you throw your hands in the air.
"-Shit, did I hurt you or something?"
>She quickly shakes her head.
>"Y-your hands are just, um, cold."
"Oh, sorry."
>You cup your hands and breathe in them to warm up.
>Once they're considerably warmer, you go for the same feather and stoke it again, slower this time.
>Spitfire gasps again, still probably a bit cold from your touch.
>You can't find much to-
>"H-hang on, let me take my flight suit off."
>You move your hands away, and she bites on one of her hooves, trying fruitlessly to take the thing off.
>>25941532
>You just watch for a few seconds.
"...You, uh, need help there, too?"
>She shakes her head, growing a deeper red again.
>"I got this."
>She tries again to pull the thing off, to no avail.
>"I-I think I left it on too long. It won't come off..."
"...So you DO need help?"
>She starts viciously gnawing at the suit, before sighing.
>"Y-yes, please..."
>You nod and kneel beside her seat.
>You grab the part on her hoof, and pull.
>She frees one hoof, then tries, once again fruitlessly, to wiggle her other hoof free.
>You just repeat the process, and both front hooves come free.
>She unzips the rest towards her belly, where the zipper ends.
>Then she flips on her back and tries to kick it off.
>It doesn't budge.
"...You need help with the rest?"
>"N-no!! I-I've got this!"
>You just watch her kick the air, trying her hardest to take the thing off.
>It still doesn't move.
"...I think you need more help. And hell, I've already helped with the front, so..."
>She sighs, then nods.
>You move over to your seat and lean on the armrest, just in front of her hind legs, then grab on the suit.
>In this moment, you have to admit that she looks adorable on her back like that.
>She's scrunching, and you can see some chest fluff popping out.
>You pull on the suit, and she starts lightly kicking them away.
>And just as they slowly start coming off, she accidentally kicks you in the face, and knocks your ass onto your seat.
>You instinctively cover your face and groan.
"-Fucking shit! Ooh, oh man."
>She hops over to your seat, an extremely worried expression on her face.
>"A-Anon! A-are you okay?! I'm so sorry! I-I didn't mean t-to-"
>You wave a hand.
"Nah, it's alright. I'm too drunk to feel most of it, anyways."
>Her look softens, but she still looks worried.
"Is my nose bleeding, though?"
>You move your hands away, and she gasps.
>You just cover your nose again.
"...Is it that bad?"
>"Ooh, I'm so sorry, Anon! I'm sorry!"
"-It's fine, Spitfire. And I don't think it's broken."
>>25941747
>"B-but what if it is?!"
"Pft, I've had to set my nose back a few times. I can deal with it."
>You put a hand under your nose and look at it.
>And of course, it's really bloody.
"I should probably wash this off, though..."
>She hops away from you and takes the small bit of her suit off, while you get off your seat.
>You make your way to the bathroom and flip on the light.
>Immediately, you see your reflection, and its easily broken nose.
"Oh, daaamn, well, maybe it's a LITTLE broken."
>Spitfire comes into the bathroom and just looks at you in the mirror.
"Well, this shouldn't hurt that much, then."
>You set your hands on the sides of the bridge of your nose, then slowly move it all to the middle.
>You hear a small cracking noise, and some more blood starts pouring out.
>"Oh Celestia! Sh-should we go to a hospital?!"
>You shake your head.
"Like I said, I've dealt with a lot of broken noses before in my life. It'll just take a bit to clean this up."
>She just continues watching you.
>You point at the shower nearby.
"You know, if your wings are still feeling cramped, a little warm water might help you out. You can use that shower if you want. Ponies ARE usually without clothes, right?"
>She nods, then stretches her wings a bit.
>"I guess a small shower COULD help a bit..."
>You nod and put a few pieces of toilet paper on your nose.
"There's some clean towels in that hamper right there. I guess if you do just want to have a full-fledged shower, there's some stuff for you to use, there. Things for guys seem to be much more expensive."
>She nods, then smiles.
>"Th-thank you, Anon."
"Mhmm."
>She walks past you, then grabs a yellow towel.
>Of course.
>And as you continue, you start to think about the pony who now just started her shower.
>Compared to how she was when you first talked to her, she's much more... comfortable, now.
>Hell, she didn't want anything to do with you earlier, and now she's using your shower and asking you to help her.
>It's nice.
>>25941965
Aight, this'll be it, again. I don't want to oversleep again.
'Night! Hope my slightly baked-ness didn't make these posts too retarded!
>>25942043
It was perfect, awaiting your return writefriend.
Bump
>>25938825
>not bubble canopy
>not griffon engined
>wing with the .303 MGs and not the .50 cals
Good job Anon, for once you've posted a proper Spitfire and not an abomination.
>>25942043
Good green so far, I'm enjoying it.
Spitfire's mum has got it going on
>tfw 2016 is probably going to be even worse than 2015
At least I have my waifu.
>>25943702
That's not a flight suit Anon.
>>25938647
amethyst sorceress please go away
spitfire would make a great mother
>>25943793
>Busy all the time
>Great mother
>>25943793
Make her one. She wants to be your breeding mare. She's begging to be filled with your human seed and human-pony hybrids. Slam your dick against her cervix and feel her muscles contracting around you as they work to fulfill her carnal desires..
>>25943876
exactly, proving my point
>>25943917
top unf
>>25943306
>No art of cougar aged Spitfire
This fandom is truly dead.
Writing bump.
>>25945503
Something is very wrong with this picture.
>>25945528
The characters look like they're cut from cardboard.
>>25944916
A sad day.
>>25945559
I envy that man and his magnificent pony drawing skills.
>>25945629
>I like JJ
>>25938718
>not liking both
>>25945654
Fug that, I don't know the guy. He just draws good pone.
>>25945528
Some of them look a little flat.
>>25945680
Used to. Went back to drawing his lesbian anime webcomic.
>>25945706
Well shit.
>>25941965
>Another thought hits you, and you remember what your mission was, in the first place.
>You pretty much have to have her accept the end of the Wonderbolts.
>But she's so calm and nice to you right now...
>You kind of don't want to jeopardize that...
>But, you guess what Soarin' said is right.
>It'd be better if she came to terms with it as soon as possible, as to avoid being hurt more when it actually happens.
>You sigh.
>It's gonna be a bit troublesome bringing that up when you have to.
>"-Anon?"
>You shake your head out of your stupor.
"Huh? Yes?"
>"Do you have a back brush?"
>...A back brush?
>The fuck is that?
"Uh, I don't think so. What is that?"
>"It's the brush with the long handle. For your back."
>You shake your head, though you know she can't see.
"Nope, I don't have that."
>"O-oh..."
>There's a small moment of silence.
>"C-could you... help me out, then?"
>Help out, in the shower?
>Well, back home, something like that would really get you excited.
>But if Spitfire, someone who hasn't even known you for a day, is asking for you to hop in, then obviously it's just another weird pony thing.
>Because ponies really are weird.
>And even after four years of living in this place, you're still learning about them.
>Hell, you only recently found out about bird ponies.
>A whole flock of the things followed you home because you decided to enjoy the day and eat your lunch outside.
>...Never doing that again.
"Uh, sure. What did you need?"
>"I-I just need somepony to reach my back. I can't."
>Huh.
>Makes sense, not having that back brush or whatever the hell.
>You tend to be an intellectual kind of drunk.
>Or philosophical.
>One of those fucking words.
>...You think.
>But you just, well, think a lot when you're drunk.
>But you forget basic things in the process.
>For example, you just forgot about Spitfire needing help, because you started explaining to yourself how much you think when you're drunk.
>>25945821
He's back.
>>25945821
>-Oh shit, right!
>You walk your ass over to the shower curtain and just pull it back.
>Spitfire's got a bottle of shampoo in her mouth, and struggling to actually get some on her hair.
>You simply push the shower head a little bit away, to avoid spilling shit all over the floor, then take the bottle from her mouth.
"Might as well speed up the process while I'm at it, right?"
>She looks at you for a moment, then nods.
>Right before you put some in your hands, you think of something.
>You take your coat off and just place it on the nearby towel rack, then roll up the sleeves of your shirt.
>You squirt some of that flowery scented stuff on your hands and lather them up.
>Seriously, why all the manly scents are so fucking expensive will forever be a myste-
>-Actually, they're fucking expensive because guys are outnumbered as shit here.
>And you hate that.
>Since guys are the minority, the majority, being mares, don't give a shit about the prices we have to pay, just because it doesn't affect them.
>It's a cruel, cruel world.
>Though, the time during estrus is pretty fucking cool.
>Because all the women hide out in their homes and, well, do their thing, all the guys come outside and can enjoy the sunshine.
>Then, for the entire season, it's just guys hanging out everywhere, doing cool shit without the nagging and complaining of any mares.
>...Though, it's usually the other way around.
>But the things YOU do are manly.
>...Even though it just means going to the bar.
>Which is what you do practically all the time.
>So nothing really changes.
>...Whatever.
>It's the thought that's so cool.
>Hell, one time Rainbow even came to visit during that time.
>She was still determined to drink more than you, even when in heat.
>She failed miserably.
>She also grinded on the stool she was on.
>You never lived that down.
>-Shit, right, cleaning!
>Spitfire just scoots a little closer to you, and you start shampooing her mane.
>>25946019
Moar. Now.
Shitfire worst horse.
>>25946264
>>25946264
>>25946019
>See, when she first asked you to help her out, the first thing that came to mind was actually helping out IN the shower.
>You guess that's not the case, then, because she doesn't seem to be saying anyth-
>"C-can you just hop in here, instead? This is... weird."
>-Nevermind.
"You mean, like, in there? Like... IN the shower?"
>She nods.
>Oh, shit.
"Uh, sure."
>Just remember, Anon, it's not a weird thing in ponyland.
>Still though, you ain't doing that.
>Or at least, not completely.
>You dry your hands on a towel and unbutton your shirt.
>You take off the undershirt and your slacks, as well as shoes and socks.
>Then you're just left in boxers.
>Spitfire's staring at them, growing a deeper shade of red rather quickly.
>She's probably getting impatient.
>Hell, you know you wouldn't like, just, having soap sitting in your hair like that, either.
>You set your clothes neatly to the side and hop in with your boxers.
>Spitfire looks at you, then your boxers, slightly annoyed.
>You probably took too long.
>But shit, you had to make sure that your beloved suit wasn't going to get wet or wrinkled during this.
>"Why are you still wearing those?"
"Well, because they're the only pair that I have, and they're pretty comfortab-"
>"-No, why are you wearing th-them HERE? They're g-going to get wet..."
"Oh, yeah, I know. It's just, uh, not wearing clothes around other people is a big thing back home. Usually don't do it unless you're with, like, a significant other, or something."
>She huffs, and you just start lathering up her mane.
>She's got crazy amounts of hair, and now seeing it all wet and not spiky is weird.
>She keeps having to to push her mane away from her face.
>She just closes her eyes, as to not get any soap in them, and lets you do your thing.
>Then something comes to mind.
"S-so... uh, I noticed that there weren't that me and Dash were the only ones in the VIP place... How come?"
>She immediately tenses up, then opens her eyes.
>"W-what do you mean?"
>>25946264
>>25946411
You wish Foegot, can't bait with the truth.
>>25946423
try harder
>>25946019
>>25946394
In the shower. That's interesting.
>>25946394
>"S-so... uh, I noticed that there weren't that me and Dash were the only ones in the VIP place... How come?"
ANON WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!
>>25946394
I approve of wet-mane spitfire.
>>25946394
>"S-so... uh, I noticed that there weren't that me and Dash were the only ones in the VIP place... How come?"
Anon you fucking idiot
>>S-so... uh, I noticed that there weren't that me and Dash were the only ones in the VIP place... How come?"
It might be the whiskey, but I'm having a rough time figuring out what you meant here.
>>25946696
Anon is asking spitfire why anon and dash were the only ones that are VIP. That sentence is a bit hard to understand since there seems to be a few phrasing mistakes.
>>25946462
>>25946625
>>25946696
Holy dicks, I really messed that line up.
It's supposed to be,
"S-so... uh, I noticed that me and Dash were the only ones in the VIP place... How come?"
>>25946752
>>25946753
Holy fuck I was right! Literally posted my reply 2 seconds earlier.
>>25946753
Ah, alrighty then. Thank you for the clarification glorious writer.
>>25946752
thank you to you too for clearing it up.
>>25946394
"Well, I mean, I know that the tickets are pretty expensive, but how come there weren't anymore people? I figured that everyone would want to see you guys backstage if they could."
>She closes her eyes again and softly sighs.
>There's a long moment of silence.
>"...Th-they did..."
"What?"
>"Ponies DID always want to see us backstage... We used to have full houses every performance, and more."
"...Used to? What happened to that?"
>She stays silent again.
>The only thing that's making noise is the water hitting the both of you while she stands there.
>You aren't cleaning her mane anymore.
>Her muzzle slightly scrunches, and she tightens the close on her eyes.
>"...I...I... ruined it..."
>What?
"What?"
>She opens her eyes, and you see something from them mixing in with the water.
>Tears.
>"I ruined it! I-I lost my balance in THREE of the biggest performances in my career, j-just because I couldn't finish all the paperwork and s-sleep in time!! Everypony stopped coming because of ME!"
>You pause for a moment.
>You're an INTELLECTUAL drunk, you don't do well with emotions.
>And you knew this BEFORE you even realized how many thoughts ran through your head.
"Well, I doubt that they'd all stop because of JUST you-"
>"-N-no! Y-you don't GET IT! I DID THIS! I RUINED THEM! THE WONDERBOLTS ARE DYING, A-AND IT'S ALL MY FAULT!"
>She hops out of the shower and takes the curtain down, then sprints out of the bathroom.
"Spitfire!"
>Fuck.
>You hop out after her and immediately slip on your ass.
>Literally.
>But it seems like the least of your worries.
>You look over to the front door and see her quickly shaking herself of water, wings now preparing to fly.
>You quickly stand up without slipping again, then run over to her.
>She starts fumbling around with the doorknob of your house, then swings it open.
>Just as her wings spread, you catch and hold her.
>You know she could seriously get hurt, not only flying while wet, but while drunk.
>>25947112
Oh, shit. She's an emotional drunk. Welp.
>>25947112
And then you kill Anon, somehow?
Right?Just like Little League and Birdpone Anon...
RIGHT?!
>>25947369
He's gonna grab her back legs, get a really nice view then...Show her Blue Angels videos to inspire her
>>25947112
I needs more Spiutfire before I head out for New Years. More please.Is it wrong to have Spitfire's cutie mark on a pool cue?
>>25947112
>And even if your fuck-up brought down what little bonding you've had, you know that this'd all be on your head if she flew and DID get hurt.
>"N-no! L-let me go!"
>She punches you in the face, and re-breaks your nose.
"Spitfire, calm down! Calm DOWN!"
>She hits you in the chest and knocks the wind out of you.
>But you don't loosen your grip.
>She flails for a little bit more, then just gives up and starts crying.
>And it's not just any cry.
>But it's easy to tell how long she's wanted to.
>She wraps her hooves around you like you're going to disappear at any moment.
>"I-I TRIED, ANON! I-I'M JUST A WASHED UP OLD MARE! I CAN'T FLY, ANYMORE!"
>Funny, considering she's pretty much Dash's age.
>And Dash is a young adult.
"That's not true."
>You stop talking, because of how retarded you realized you sound.
>You sound like you're just, horribly congested or something.
>"I-I'm NOTHING, now..."
>You simply shake your head, not bothering with any kind of vocal input in your state.
>She continues crying.
>She keeps heaving in air with these shallow, ragged breaths.
>She's shaking like a leaf in your arms.
>Her tears are just piling on your shoulder.
>And you're trying to catch your nose and not bleed all over her.
>She doesn't seem to be letting up anytime soon, and neither does your nose.
>You pull your hands over and set them up beside your nose again.
>It pops back into place, and then starts pouring down your arms.
>Spitfire notices, then backs away.
>"A-ANON! Y-YOU'RE BLEEDING!"
>You simply nod, still trying to stop it.
>She pauses, then starts crying again, wrapping you in another hug that knocks you on your back.
>And onto the hardwood floor.
>You're definitely waking up with a fucking headache tomorrow.
>"I-I'M S-SO S-S-SORRY!!!"
"It's fine."
>She starts crying into your chest.
>And now there's blood mixed in with the water and tears that were already on your floor.
>Great.
Alright, I gotta New Years, too.Though I don't fucking want to.
>>25947428
no it isn'tpost pics of cue pls
>>25947506
Happy new year writefriend
>>25947506
>even though I don't want to
Tell me about it. Happy new year to you, writefriend.
>>25947506
Hope you're having a good new year, writefag,now give us more greenpls ;_;
>impreg
>spitfire
>not being on page 1
NEIN
>>25949791
Meh, new year or not, it's the same thing everyday, really.
>>25950399
Same here. Only thing that changes for me is my background on all my shit.
>pic related, Spitfire on all of my shit
>>25950483
what type of watch is that?
i want one now
>page 7
oh no you don't.
>>25950976
It's a smartwatch, Moto 360 2nd gen. Start at $299. Useful as all shit, though. Can't go a day without it.Being able to customize the face of it and make your own code is pretty neat, too.
>>25949971
top unf
>>25951377
full size
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we have 42 posters
WHY IS ONE PERSON MAKING CONTENT
>>25951611
thats how this stuff goes. i see some threads with 150 or so posters with no green or just one writefag
>>25951611
>tfw would drawfag, but have too many others to finish
Here's some of my old shit i guess. Might doodle around in here sometime tomorrow, do requests i guess.
God, i want this so bad.
>>25952709
goodnight bump.
>>25938825
I'm jerking off to this later.
>>25943793
She'd be so domineering. Her husband would defer to her discipline because of how controlling she would be.
>get your little rumps back here before I tan your hides!
>listen to mom, kids. You know she's serious.
Actual spitfire impreg from gator, who I know is lurking this thread, when?
>>25954192
Ponies getting impregnated by humans is so underappreciated.
>>25954218
Probably because it's not only impossible but also disgusting. It would create abominations.
>>25954630
>magical talking equines
>who creates a robust society
>who have the power to raise the sun
>and fly through the air
>and share a world with half-human-half-bulls
>and half-lion-half-eagles
>and other half-things that are sometimes thee-halves or more
And you're worried about what's impossible. The Greek myths were interested in sticking their dicks in everything so this is no different.
>>25954218
dear god, she's beautiful
>>25955055
She may be incapable of flying but that doesn't bother her at all.
Writefagplsreturn bump
What happened with the other writefag?
Also bump.
bump a dump
bumpadoo!
>>25954218
then it needs green
Test
>>25958454
Gator is the only one who writes it, sadly.
I've had an idea for a story bouncing around in my head for a little while involving Anon renting a small cottage in a more northern parts of equestria to do skiing and other winter esc activities, however the service he uses doesn't make it clear that he won't be alone. Cue Spitfire renting the same cottage also unknowing that she's going to have company and the two having to deal with each others shenanigans. Blahblahblah it's cold lets cuddle after we bong type of deal
>>25958618
Write eeet.
>we bong
Ehehe.
>>25958474
God that is fucking adorable
>>25947506
>You're not even sure what to do at this point.
>So you just lie there, bleeding all over the place while Spitfire cries into you.
>Hell, this doesn't even seem like the Spitfire you first saw at that VIP place.
>-Well, what the fuck are you saying, of COURSE it isn't.
>This one here is obviously a very emotional drunk.
>And you just show less emotions than you already don't, when you're drunk.
>It's odd.
>Though, in the four years you've been here, you've noticed how emotional all these ponies are.
>Even their eyes show dick loads of emotion, whereas yours are just the same as they were back on Earth, minus the bloodshot look from staring at computer screens for hours on end.
>"I-I'm so sorry, Anon... I'm sorry."
"It's fine."
>"I-I'm sorry..."
"Well, it's still fine, so you don't really have to be."
>Her sobbing slows a bit.
>You softly sigh.
"...Look, Spitfire, you're not old, okay? You got behind on paperwork because you don't want to ask for help- I understand that. But people make mistakes, and even if less ponies are coming to your shows, it's not your fault."
>She just looks at you with those big, bronze eyes of hers, all red and puffy from th-
"-MPHM!"
>...Brain.exe has stopped working
>Windows can check online for a solution to the problem.
>Close the program
>Your eyes instinctively shut.
>You feel a hoof from behind your head push you closer.
>You both share a breath.
>Her tongue brushes against yours.
>You can't think.
>You feel your face quickly starting to burn.
>Her other hoof slowly brushes across your cheek, the soft hairs tickling you as they glide past.
>Then she breathes deeply, and pulls away, a small line of saliva still between you both.
>She's also got blood on her cheek.
>From your still dripping nose.
>You don't know what to say.
>You don't know what to DO.
>And you don't know what to think.
>But one thing was on your mind.
>A pony kissed you.
>...And...
>You actually enjoyed it.
>...What the hell is happening to you?
>>25959541
now i have to follow this thread too
damn you
>>25959541
>>25960005luv u 2 bby
>Wait.
>A PONY kissed you.
>OH GOD.
>THIS IS WRONG ON SO MANY LEVELS
>She's blushing furiously and avoiding eye contact.
>"S-sorry..."
"-HeyIgottagocleanmynosecoolyeahcool."
>You slip out from under her and bolt to the bathroom.
>You make sure to close and lock the door while you're at it, too.
>You just stare at your reflection in the mirror.
>You look fucking spooked.
>Hell, you're FEELING spooked.
>What the flying fuck just happened back there?!
>Being forced to feel emotions during this state is very, VERY troubling to your brain.
>He's in a fucking corner surrounded by niggers, and he has no idea what's going on.
>There's a knock on the door that makes you jump.
>"Anon? A-are you alright in there?"
"Y-yeah, peachy! I've just got loads of blood everywhere, nothing to worry about!"
>Wait, what you just fucking said IS something to worry about.
>SHIT.
>"W-what?! Is it getting worse?! Should I get a doctor?!"
"-No! I'm just, uh... I've... I've got my dick out, and, uh, I don't want you to see!"
>-WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF AN EXCUSE IS THAT?
>BRAIN, START FUCKING WORKING.
>"O-oh..."
>You sigh and splash some water on your face.
>It mixes with all the blood your nose is spewing out.
>You just take a dick load of toilet paper and start wiping the blood away from it.
>After about a second, you look at yourself in the mirror.
>Shirtless, covered in blood and water...
>You look like shit.
>Pure, unadulterated shit.
>-Thanks for clearing that up, brain.
>-Anytime, Anon.
>You sigh, and REALLY look at yourself.
>And the toll that countless years of loneliness has done to you.
>You shake your head and finish cleaning yourself up.
>You then throw your clothes on, and grab a towel.
>You open the door, and Spitfire's just sitting down, now looking up at you.
>You throw the towel over her back and continue walking.
"We need to talk. I'll be in the living room."
>>25960693
>"-No! I'm just, uh... I've... I've got my dick out, and, uh, I don't want you to see!"
I feel like this is too out of place and it ruins it.
>>25958474Not my fault that people can't get over the hump.
>>25960900
Shut up, fag.
>>25960693
>>25960900
Alright, less humor- got it.
>You walk over and flop onto the couch.
>Spitfire just follows after you, still a bit wet.
>She looks so different with her mane down like that.
>She hops on the seat next to you, just waiting for you to say something.
>You sit straight and sigh.
>You take a simple moment to collect your thoughts.
>But your mouth has other ideas.
"Alright. So... what was THAT."
>She fakes a confused glance and blushes.
>"W-what was what?"
"...You know exactly what I'm talking about. What was..."
>You sigh.
"-You're just... holy shit, you're really drunk, and I'M really drunk, but what the hell were you thinking just now?"
>She scrunches, avoiding eye contact with you.
>"I...I-umm..."
>You internally sigh.
>You're kind of wishing you could just deal with the strong, confident Spitfire you had, just a few hours ago.
>Because all this guessing, all these emotions, are really hurting your head.
>-That, or it's the fucking floor you finished hitting a few minutes ago.
>...Probably both.
>...Definitely both.
>But it's really making it harder to think.
>"I-I don't know. I-I just, I think I like you, a-and-"
"-Woah, woah, hang on a bit. You... LIKE me? You barely KNOW me!"
>She shrinks a bit.
>"I-I just, y-you d-don't see me differently, and you're the only pony w-who's ever just seen... me."
>You stay silent.
>"I just, I-I get tired, of being this pony th-that I can't even keep UP with anymore, a-and, with you, I... I feel like I have a chance, to just be able to be... Spitfire, again."
>She flies over to you.
>"I-I know how emotional I get when I'm drunk, a-and I know that I AM drunk... b-but I know what I want..."
>She gets a bit closer to you.
>You stop her with a hand.
>>25938564
> Spitfire, you'd discovered, had a real affinity for the sky.
> Not just flying in it - although certainly that was a core part of it, to be sure - but everything about it.
> Up to, and including, sleeping out underneath it whenever possible.
> Which is how you'd come to this particularly state of affairs:
> An extra mattress, moved out onto the patio of the small house you called home, so that she could sleep comfortably at night.
> Unfortunately for you, humans were not quite so used to such conditions.
> For the third time that night, Equestria's moon - far brighter and larger than Earth's ever had been - had seen fit to wake you up.
> Sighing softly, you drag the blankets up to try and block the most of it out.
> They helped block out the night's early spring chill, too, but you didn't particularly mind that at the moment - thanks to your bedmates.
> Spitfire lived up to her name, heating the bed like a small, fur-coated furnace.
> In the summer it made you thankful the house was high up enough to catch a breeze, but on nights like these?
> On these it was heaven.
> Shifting again beneath the covers, you glance down at the mess of orange and yellow mane emerging from the blankets beside you.
> Chuckling softly, you extend an arm to lightly tease at a strand of it; from somewhere beneath, an ear flicks at your fingers in protest.
> No, you wouldn't wake her - not tonight.
> Her condition left the Wonderbolts' captain more tired every week, and it wouldn't be right to deprive her of whatever sleep she got.
> Getting her to give up racing for the time being had made Spitfire despondent enough for a time; no need to take it further.
> Instead you bring your arm back beneath the covers, sliding it between her wing - itself like an impossibly soft, feathered blanket - and around her swollen stomach.
> Something - someone - kicks from within at the touch, and Spitfire shifts defensively at the stirrings within her.
>>25961487
> Leaning into murmur a soft 'shh' into her man, you begin to rub at the velvety fur covering her belly.
> Once or twice more gentle kicks are felt from within, but at last the movements subside.
> Laying your head down to sleep, you're surprised when Spitfire suddenly responds - extending her wing to return the gesture and lay it across your side.
> For a moment you think she'd woken anyhow, but no - there's no change in her breathing.
> Smiling softly, you lean in and deliver a final kiss to the head of the fiery mare before settling down yourself.
> Content in the feeling of warmth she provided for all her family.
>>25961356
You better continue too. You aren't allowed to stop now.
>>25961356
"-I'm gonna have to stop you right there. Look, I... shit, I told you from the very beginning that I'm not into ponies, and there's always plenty of fish in the sea."
>"B-but, I-"
"-And your team is worried about you."
>She pauses, then backs away from your hand.
>"...What?"
"I... look, when I was talking to Soarin' earlier, at the VIP booth, he started telling me about you- how much you overworked yourself, how much you thought about them all and the lengths that you'd go through for them."
>She remains silent.
"...Then, he told me exactly about what you told me. About the Wonderbolts dying."
>She winces.
"And, that he, and the rest of your team, were worried that you'd been denying that. They were worried about what you were going to do- your future, and when you'd come to accept what was happening and let go of the team."
>She just mulls over your words.
"And I can tell you right now, that I most certainly do NOT belong in that future. I'm not cut out for that, I've never been in a relationship, and-"
>She moves past your hand and gets closer again.
>"I-I can have my future with YOU."
>Jesus, this mare's really persistent.
"N-no, I-"
>"-Ever since I noticed the signs, SAW how much popularity we were losing, I-I got scared. I DID think about my future..."
>She takes a step up your leg.
>You slowly back up.
>"M-my mom always had me do that. Sh-she'd tell me that it wasn't good to enjoy the high-life forever, b-because all good things would have to end eventually..."
>"She told me to start thinking about family, s-somepony to settle down with, and that once I met them, I'd know exactly that they were meant for me..."
>You back up again.
>She just takes another step.
>"I've tried dating... Every stallion I've seen was just there, either for the money, the looks, or the fame... but not you."
>You feel a small lump form in your throat.
>"You treat me like a regular pony. You aren't after anything of mine..."
>She takes another step.
>>25961645
More
>>25961645
>"-You don't see me as a celebrity, o-or a Captain, or an idol... You're the most genuine pony I know, and... it's you."
>She takes a deep breath.
>"You're my special somepony; the one my mom talked about. Even if you don't see it yourself, yet..."
>She takes another step.
>"I've never felt this way with anypony before, and even though you say you don't like mares..."
>She puts a hoof on your chest and leans into your ear.
>"I'd just like to see that as a challenge..."
>She flips around and sits on your chest, moving her tail out of the way to give you a view of her-
>You close your eyes.
"-SPITFIRE, YOU'RE DRUNK!"
>You reach out, grab her, then put her on the ground.
>You quickly stand up, watching a pair of bedroom eyes just locked onto yours.
"Look, you're obviously really, REALLY drunk, and... Jesus, I'm at least sober enough to know that you'll probably regret everything you've said and done tonight!"
>She brushes away her mane with a hoof and just smiles at you.
>"Well, I'm sober enough to know that you're the one for me..."
>She slowly starts walking around you.
>"Kind, but not a doormat. Assertive, but not pushy. Persistent, competitive, honest..."
>She brushes your legs with her tail.
>"And cute..."
>You just stare at her with a blank look on your face.
>She pouts.
>-And even though it's forced, it's still really damn cute.
>She has the bottom lip quiver, the puppy-eyes, and the begging position all perfectly executed.
>You sigh.
"Look... If you truly mean what you're saying, then we'll talk about this tomorrow. That's all I'm going to do for you."
>She beams.
>She just stands up with this huge smile on her face- half triumphant, and half... relieved.
>"Thank you, Anon."
>You sigh, then nod.
"Now, did you want to sleep now or-"
>"-SHOWER."
"-Of course..."
>You close your eyes and sigh.
>And she's going to ask for you to-
>"But you'll still help me... right?"
>-OF COURSE.
>You slowly open your eyes and see her giving you another pouty look.
>Damn.
>>25962133
bluebird its always a pleasure reading your work. and its kept me entertained and coming back to this thread.
keep up the good work.
>>25950483
>The black space at the bottom
0/10 would never even consider using.
>>25962133
>>25962214Y-you too...
>You just watch as she happily trots over to the bathroom.
>And to think, just a few minutes ago, she broke your nose twice, then drenched you in water and tears.
>...She really is an emotional drunk.
>You sigh.
>Hopefully you won't remember any of this, tomorrow.
>But you know that you will, anyways.
>You slowly walk over to the bathroom and see that Spitfire's already but the curtain back where it's supposed to be in the first place.
>She just hops in and patiently waits for you.
>Hell, with all the dried blood and shit you've got on you, you feel that you need a shower, anyways.
>Might as well enjoy it the best you can.
>Besides, with your savings being completely obliterated like it is, you'll probably want to start saving water.
>You take everything off but your boxers once again, and hop into the shower.
>After neatly folding and putting away all your clothes, of course.
>She starts up the water, and you step back inside.
>The minute you do, the water turns a shade of pink.
>Jesus.
>You feel your nose and make sure that it's not crooked.
>Spitfire, meanwhile, is just dousing herself in water.
>She stands right under the showerhead and happily sighs.
>Her mane drapes over her face, and she just smiles, leaning her head back to have the water push it behind her.
>It's kinda cute.
>...Not that you'd ever admit that.
>She opens one eye and looks at you.
>"Well don't let me use ALL the water- get in here!"
>She pushes you towards her with a hoof and giggles.
>Then she pauses and looks away from you.
>"A-also... if you can..."
>She spreads her left wing out to you.
>Oh.
>Right.
>Well, at least this isn't anything too lewd or dirty.
>You see birds do the shit all the time.
>You rub the largest feather that's there, checking for any small bends in it.
>When you get to the bottom, she shifts a little bit.
>The next one gets pretty much the same reaction.
>Is it hurting, or what?
>>25962710ill try.
>>25962710
>You move down to the... secondary feathers, you think they're called.
>You feel the biggest one, getting a small sigh in response.
>Her feathers are really weird feeling, you've noticed.
>Or just Pegasus feathers in general, you're sure.
>Like, they're definitely feathers, but they're much thicker.
>You're not really sure how to explain it, really, because you don't know much about it yourself.
>But they're really soft.
>You move onto the second biggest feather and slowly feel it from the top to bottom.
>She fidgets again.
>What is WITH that spot?
>Is it really sensitive enough to hurt when you touch it?
>With the last one, you're really slow about your movements, in order to avoid that spot.
>You see her leg twitch, and she shuts her eyes and mouth in pain.
>Fuck, you didn't even TOUCH the bottom that time!
>Well... maybe she hurt her wing before, or something?
>You mentally shrug, and Spitfire moves over to give you her right wing.
>She looks away with this one, too.
>You never expected this to be such an uncomfortable experience for Pegasi...
>Or maybe you're doing to wrong?
>She'd tell you if you were doing it wrong, right?
>Unless she's just trying to be strong for you, or something...
>You stroke the largest feather again, touching it as lightly as you can.
>"Y-you h-have to put more p-pressure than that, A-Anon..."
>Fuck, okay.
>You stroke the feather with your thumb, a little harder this time.
>She winces and gasps.
>"J-just k-keep g-going, please..."
>You nod and work on the second primary.
>That IS what they're called, right?
>Eh, fuck it.
>You try to put as much pressure as the last feather, but at a gentler pace.
>She makes a small whining noise.
"Sorry, I'm trying not to hurt you."
>"Y-you're d-doing great, A-Anon..."
>You move to the smallest one and do the same thing.
>Her tail flicks at you.
>Probably another sign that you're putting too much pressure.
"Sorry."
>You move over to the secondaries and stroke the first one.
>>25963033
>>25963033
>writefag is back
time to get bumping again, folks.
>>25963033
>She stifles a groan.
"Shit, sorry!"
>"Y-y-you're fine, Anon..."
>She shifts in place again.
>You start on the second and just quickly brush past it, trying to get it over with.
>She gasps.
>You quickly finish scanning the last one with your fingers and throw your hands up.
"I'm done, now."
>She seems to be... panting, now.
>"C-can you get the base? M-my wings are r-really s-sore..."
"Uh, sure. I'll try not to hurt you."
>"O-okay."
>You hold the bottom half of her wing up with your palm.
"It's this part, right?"
>"Y-yeah."
>She still hasn't looked at you.
"Okay. Well, here goes nothing, I guess."
>You use your thumbs to slowly knead the muscles underneath.
>-Do birds HAVE muscles in their wings?
>Maybe that's what's different...
>You shrug it off and continue.
>"A-aah, j-jeez..."
>Must be really sore, then...
>You put a little more pressure and massage the part of her wing.
>"A-and I think this feather's a l-little s-sore, too..."
>She points at her primary.
>Or, the biggest feather in that wing.
"Alright, then."
>You use your left hand to massage the base of her wing, and the right one to stroke the feather.
>She grunts, and her tail flicks at you again.
>You notice her breathing getting quicker.
>You simply use your thumbs the whole process, just rubbing and putting pressure wherever you can.
>"Yeah, k-keep going."
>You do so, and you can actually start to feel her heartbeat in the wing.
>It's like, pulsating.
>It's really weird.
>You just continue at your pace, getting a small grunt or groan every few seconds.
>"Mmph, yes, that's it..."
>Man, your fingers really do the trick.
>Maybe you could start a massage parlor or something?
>You rub a bit harder, but slower.
>"A-ahh, y-yes!"
>You stay near the bottom of the primary, in order to lessen its tension.
>"Mmm, Anon!"
"-What? Did I hurt y-"
>"-NO KEEP GOING!"
>>25963529
>making a pony orgasm over caressing her wings
I CAN ONLY GET SO ERECT
>>25963529
I love how anon is completely oblivious
>>25963529
>anon not getting itF E T I S H O V E R L O A D
>>25963529
"Uh, okay."
>And you do so.
>"Oooh, yessss..."
>You know, it's a bit weird that she's making those noises.
>You understand that massages are good, but it seems a little... extreme.
>"Oh, keep going! I-I'mmm..."
>You just keep going.
>You can actually feel her wings getting MORE tense.
>Goddamn, Pegasi wings are weird...
>You just put more pressure into it.
>"AAH, Y-YES!"
>...This is getting a little bit weird, now...
>Her breathing gets ridiculously fast.
>Her tongue lolls out of her mouth.
>Wow, you REALLY need to start a massage parlor.
>...Heh, maybe it's your special talent?
>You'd be the best damn masseuse.
>One of her hind legs kick.
>Her breathing is so heavy that she can't even keep her mouth closed for it.
>So she's just panting really loudly.
>"OH, ANON!!"
>She suddenly tenses up, and her wings get extremely stiff.
>She groans, then suddenly relaxes.
>She looks over at you, still panting, tongue lolling out of her mouth, and...
>...Blushing...
>You look down.
>One of your legs is covered in weird, not-watery substance.
>You quickly put two and two together.
"AH WHAT THE FUCK?!"
>Spitfire just smiles, her whole body quivering a bit.
>"Mmm, th-thanks for that, Anon..."
>HOLY SHIT YOU JUST JERKED OFF HER WINGS.
>You frown and quickly try washing your leg.
>Spitfire just looks up at you with some crazy-looking bedroom eyes.
>She glances quickly at your boxers.
>"Want me to, ah... 'return' the favor?"
>You quickly shake your head and resume viciously scrubbing.
>"You suuure?"
>Her tail flicks at you.
"Yes, I'm SURE."
>Sweet Jesus.
>You feel so...
>Wrong...
>>25963746
>>25963746
>>25963529
Fuck this, i'm fucking drawfagging for this story now.
>>25963746
Unf
>>25963870
Not bad
>>25963882it's not even done yet, but thanks :^)
>>25963746
moaaaar
>>25963746
>How in the hell didn't you catch on earlier?
>Sweet Jesus...
>You just stand there, contemplating your life, while she just continues soaking in the water, like nothing even happened.
>She pauses, and looks up at you.
>"Can you help me with my back, Anon?"
>You just glare at her.
>She takes a seat.
>Oh fuck, she's not-
>"Please?"
>-She's using that begging look of hers.
>You curse yourself and sigh.
"If I see even a TINY hint of something else going on, I'm hosing you down, instead."
>She brightens up and quickly nods.
>You sigh again, then step over to her.
>She grabs the blue loofah from the side of the bath and spits it into your hand.
>You grab some more flowery-scented body wash and just lather that all up.
>Once it's good enough for you, you slowly put it on her back, and keep it there.
>She turns to you with a curious glance.
>You put on a cautious one.
>She rolls her eyes and sighs.
>"It's nothing BAD, Anon."
>Her eyes close half-way.
>"Unless... you WANT it to be..."
>You shoot her a glare, and she just giggles.
>Christ, this mare.
>You slowly start scrubbing her back, looking for any hints that she's enjoying it a little bit TOO much.
>You don't find anything, thankfully.
>So you pick up the pace to a normal one.
>She doesn't fidget or say anything, and just watches your hand move.
>"...Can you go any slower?"
>Jesus, it's like dealing with a second Dash.
>You pick up the pace and just viciously scrub her.
>She twitches a bit, and you pause, glare intensifying.
>"H-hey, YOU hit my wing! It's involuntary!"
>Your look softens.
>But only by a bit.
>You'll let it slide THIS time.
>You finish up, and she bites down and takes the loofah away from you.
>Then she spits it out and starts rinsing her tongue with water.
>"Why dith you cother the WHOLE thinth in thoap?!"
"...What?"
>She rubs her tongue with her hooves and spits into the drain.
>"You put soap all over that thing! I can't wash with THAT!"
>>25963746
>>25964107
"What? Of course you can."
>She glares at you.
>Then, a thought seems to hit the both of you.
>She just looks at you with a hopeful smile.
"...No."
>"Why not?"
"Not after the wing thing!"
>She returns your glare.
>"It's YOUR fault that the thing's got soap all over it! YOU should help me out!!"
"Well why not just rinse the thing and try again?"
>"Because it'll still taste like SOAP, Anon!"
"Well, I ain't helping out, this time!"
>She sits-
>-NO-
>-Pouty face.
"FINE."
>She beams, and you pick the loofah back up with a sigh.
>It's like you ENJOY putting yourself into these positions...
>She turns and faces you, then puffs her chest out.
>-Well, not her chest, but there's a bunch of fluff that sticks out.
>You sigh again and kneel, then start scrubb-
>-Fuck it, kneeling is already extremely uncomfortable for you.
"Just sit down."
>She nods and does do without hesitation.
>You just sit down cross-legged, and-
>-It's still really uncomfortable.
>Well, more painful, really.
>The lack of clothes and the size of the damn tub really doesn't help at all.
>You sigh, then sit at the edge of it.
>Spitfire wastes no time to hop on you.
>And she actually DOES hop on you.
>You land on your back, and she just casually sits on your chest, tail wrapped around her and everything, like a cat.
>It's surprisingly much more comfortable, though.
>Mostly because you now have something to support your back with.
>Even if it is just the floor.
>You just get to scrubbing Spitfire's chest fluff, much to her pleasure.
>Thankfully, though, she doesn't seem to be enjoying it TOO much.
>You move over to her right side, and she spreads her wing out of the way.
>You brush and scrub that shit, then move over to the other side.
>It's kind of like washing a dog.
>A very obedient, bright yellow-colored dog.
>>25964335
>spitfire pouty face
welp, i know what my next drawing's gonna be, then.
>>25964356
my body is ready
>>25964335
Fuck man, i don't think i've ever enjoyed reading a story as much as i am right now. Keep going, mate. This is fantastic.
>>25964335
>>25964356I was hoping you'd say that.
>Once you finish with that part, she extends her right hoof over to you.
>For a moment you have no idea what she's doing, then it clicks into your mind, and you hold it with your left while you scrub that, too.
>First you do the front, then the back, and sides, and then the spot at the bottom-
>She starts giggling.
>"Anon, that tickles!"
>You finish quickly, then move onto the other hoof, with the same process.
>She giggles again when you clean the bottom.
>So, it's obviously a sensitive spot, then.
>Just, you know, thankfully not in THAT sense.
"Alright, sit up straight, I need to get your stomach."
>She, once again, complies without question.
>You scrub that spot, and she starts giggling again.
>-Okay, ANOTHER sensitive spot.
>You just do a few circles, then call it done.
>Alright, now, all you need left is...
>...Is...
>She reads your mind and puts on a sultry smile.
>"Here, I can help you reach back there..."
>She flips over and plants her rump on your chest.
"-FUCK!"
>You cover your eyes.
"Spitfire, I'm NOT going to do that!"
>"Aw, come on? You're just going to leave my other half... dirty?"
"-YES."
>"Oh, don't be like that, Anon..."
>She backs up, putting her rump closer to your face.
>You continue keeping your eyes closed, and just turn your head to the side.
"SWEET JESUS, SPITFIRE, I'M NOT DOING THAT."
>"Oh, come on, Anon. You KNOW you want to..."
>She slowly grinds on you.
>You can't help but notice how considerably large her rump is.
>It's got a lot more weight down on you.
"DON'T MAKE ME THROW YOU OFF, AGAIN!"
>She just wiggles a bit in response.
>Your face is pressed against the tub's floor.
>You try to move your arms, then realize that your left one is trapped underneath her.
>The pressure's getting to be a bit too much for you to deal with.
"-FUCK, FINE! I'LL DO IT!"
>You can hear her squee in response.
>"-Then get to it!"
>>25964600
>"SWEET JESUS, SPITFIRE, I'M NOT DOING THAT."
>"-FUCK, FINE! I'LL DO IT!"
This anon is such a pansy.
>>25964600
>There's a moment of silence.
>Being in the position you're in is starting to get painful really quickly.
"Well, GET OFF!"
>"Oh, right!"
>The second she moves, you slip free and stand up.
>"-HEY!"
>You just glare at her and brush yourself off.
"I TOLD you I wasn't going to do it. Now, I think your shower time's up, missy!"
>She huffs, rinses herself off, then steps out of the tub.
>You hand her a towel, and she angrily bites it.
"Alright, now go dry up. I have to take my own shower."
>Her ears perk up, and she glances at your boxers.
"-NO. You're staying outside, UNTIL I'm done... got it?"
>She huffs again, then slowly nods.
"Good."
>You step out of the shower and help her on out of the bathroom.
>And by 'help', you really just lightly push her out.
"You get hungry, there's some stuff in the fridge... Just don't touch my bologna."
>Before she can reply, you slowly close the door, then lock it.
>You walk back, take off them boxers, then start off with a shower of your own.
>Starting with your hands, because you feel REALLY unclean after the whole wing incident.
>
>You turn off the shower, then step out.
>You wrap a towel around your waist and dry your hair off with a much smaller one.
>You pick your clothes up and start unfolding them.
>Once you get pretty dry, you take the towels off and-
>Your boxers are REALLY wet.
>That's not to say that they weren't wet before, but at least they had a while to dry off.
>Those are just soaking wet.
>Shit.
>Well, you're going commando, then.
>You toss the boxers in and silently curse yourself for not pushing for more boxers.
>You wonder if pony sizes would fit...
>You shrug, then dust your clothes off a bit.
>You take a deep breath, then step out of the bathroom.
>Immediately, you smell something.
>Is that...
>Spaghetti?
>>25964642
You should be happy then, it's like a self-insert to you :^)
>>25964748
no u.:^)
>>25964762
Sorry, that was uncalled for
>>25964790
It's okay baby, I still love you.
>>25964790
>>25964796
You know, I was going to say something earlier, but now I'm not even sure WHAT to say.
>>25964600
>I was hoping you'd say that.y-you too
can't wait to see what happens next bump
>>25964739
>You walk over to the kitchen and there's Spitfire, putting a flower in a centerpiece of your table.
>There's also two plates of spaghetti and two glasses of wine beside each other.
>That's the weird thing, though.
>They're not on each end.
>They're NEXT to each other.
>She looks over to you and smiles.
>"Oh, look, you're already dressed for the occasion!"
"Uh... what's all this?"
>"Spaghetti! I made it for us both!"
>You slowly nod.
"...You know when I told you about the stuff in the fridge, I meant something SMALL, right?"
>She waves a hoof.
>"Details, details!"
>You glance at one of the clocks hanging on your wall.
"...You also know it's like, three in the morning, right?"
>She follows your eyes, then simply waves her hoof again.
>"Who cares?"
>You stare at the spaghetti before you.
"...There's also no sauce on mine-"
>"-Shut up and sit down, will you?!"
>You shrug and do so.
>You actually WERE feeling kinda hungry...
>She squeaks and sits down beside you.
>That's when you notice that she's got her mane done up differently.
>It's now up in a little pony tail.
>...No pun intended.
>She just stares at you and waits for you to take a bite.
>You pause.
"...This shit isn't drugged, right? No viagra or roofies or anything?"
>She shakes her head.
>You pause again.
"Are you SURE?"
>She grunts, then nods.
>You pause a third time.
"Eat some of it, then."
>She complies, then laps up a small bit of noodles with her tongue, before slurping them up.
>...This shit better not be drugged.
>>25964739
Can't wait.
Welp, time to bust out the old tripfagging. Here's the finished scene from >>25963529 .
>>25964739
Man, i love this pushy personality of Spitfire.
>>25964954
Did she make moms spaghetti
>>25965024
I SWEAR TO GOD CARLOS
>>25965024
Carlos, I will skullfuck you.
>>25964958
https://u.pomf.is/qtnztr.jpg
>60 posters
>only 2 content creators
jesus
content-wanting bump
>>25964954
>>25964954
>>25964966
Aye, dubs AND art? I'm honored.
>You just stare at the spaghetti before you for a moment.
>...Fuck it, you're hungry.
>You grab your fork and twirl that shit.
>You just pop that into your mouth, much to Spitfire's disappointment.
>You choose not to mention it, but it kind of worries you.
>You casually grab another bite.
>She just seems even MORE disappointed.
>Do you keep missing the roofie that she put in there, or what?
>Instead of twirling, you fish around for any pill-shaped objects, then scoop some with your fork.
>You're not even sure where she'd be able to get drugs, in this time or place, but it never hurts to check.
>Once everything looks good, you bring the fork up to your mouth, spaghetti just spilling over the edges of it.
>As soon as it goes in your mouth, she hops over and slurps the other end of the noodles into her mouth and moves up to your mouth.
>You bite down on it and instinctively cover your mouth with your hands.
>...Did she just try that?
>Did she just try some Lady and the Tramp shit?
>-No fucking wonder she got disappointed when you twirled it with your fork.
>Because she couldn't hop in and try that.
>You grin, mouth still full of noodles.
"Aha, couthnth pull THAT oth, coulth you?"
>"Shuth uth!"
>She swallows and huffs, then starts eating from her plate, an annoyed look plastered across her face.
>You finish your mouthful and grab your fork.
"...This is some tasty-ass spaghetti, though. What'd you do with it?"
>She turns over to you.
>"I cooked it."
>You give her a deadpan look.
>She lightly giggles.
>"I didn't do anything special to it, though."
>Huh.
>...Maybe you're just hungry.
>You look down at your plate.
>Yeah, you're hungry.Now I'm really craving spaghetti. Freaky.
>>25961487
>>25961505
That was nice.
>>25965174
I... i think i'm gonna go and buy spaghetti. Like almost right now.
>>25965197
Holy shit, FedEx some to me.
>>25965201
>spent all my money on BABS and Buck tickets, and spaghetti for my 4chan writefag
what the fuck is my life
>>25965207
Nothin' but good choices, far as I can tell.
>>25965232
Heh. I'll get working on the pouting spitfire pretty soon. Now you get some more writing done, boy.
>>25965153
I'm from /sun/ and this thread is a paradise of content and chill.
>>25965174
>You practically destroy your plate, then start hiccuping.
>You really ate too fast.
>Spitfire just watches, amused, while she takes a pretty big gulp of her wine.
>You do the same, and quickly regain your composure.
>After a quick breath, you confirm that you're no longer hiccuping.
>But something else comes to mind.
>You look at the glass you practically already finished, then the glass that Spitfire is in the process of finishing.
>Your eyes go wide.
"SPITFIRE."
>She puts the glass down and smiles.
>"Yeah?"
"PLEASE tell me you somehow picked up another wine from the store, and this isn't mine."
>She shakes her head.
>"I got this thing from under the cabinets..."
>She just stares off into space, then nearly falls off her chair.
>"Oh, hay, that's some... RRREALLY strong stuff therrre..."
>She hiccups.
>Of course she had to get your special wine.
>Not only the wine that came straight from the Griffon Kingdom, but also the wine that is just as strong, if not STRONGER, than the average wines you've tried back home.
>She looks at her plate and just faceplants into it.
>Then starts lazily chewing on it.
>Great.
>As if her being a regular kind of drunk wasn't bad enough...
>"Thith ith really good spagethi."
>You sigh.
>So much for sleep, then.
>You start working on your own plate, staring at the clock sitting on your wall.
>Spitfire nudges you.
>"So, are we going to go upsthairths and do it, or whath?"
"No, Spitfire."
>"Aww, why noth?"
>You sigh and just continue grazing on your spaghetti.
>You start to feel a little wobbly.
>-She obviously grabbed the wine you were going to use on your birthday.
>Hell, you were originally going to go for the whiskey, but those damn griffons use the shape of the bottle as a perfect reason to up the prices.
>They're worse than Jews.
>And that's saying something.
>You've had a roommate that was a Jew.
>He actually collected pennies and everything- kept them in a jar and never even did anything with them.
>>25965320
>They're worse than Jews.
>And that's saying something.
>You've had a roommate that was a Jew.
>He actually collected pennies and everything- kept them in a jar and never even did anything with them
>>25965320
Spit's going to have a great time when she wakes up.
>>25965320
>You think he just liked having the coins there, or something.
>He was a weird guy.
>Fun at parties, though.
>-Damn it, why are you thinking about this?
>Jesus, you're drunk, now.
>You think the Equestrian stuff really softened you up.
>Because you should NOT be feeling this drunk from one glass.
>You finish off your spaghetti and look over at Spitfire.
>She's still lying in the spaghetti, eyes closed and just lazily chewing away.
>Jesus.
>You walk over to the sink and grab a napkin, then turn back.
>Spitfire's now asleep.
>On a plate of spaghetti.
>You turn back around and grab a handful of napkins.
>You poke her cheek.
>She snores.
>You move the plate away and gently clean her face, then throw said plates into the sink.
>You do the same with the glasses, then pick her up in your arms, stomach and hooves facing up.
>You catch yourself nearly falling, and carefully walk to the stairs.
>You lean on the side of the railing and slowly walk up to your room.
>After pushing the door open, you walk over to your bed and gently put her down on it.
>You cover and tuck her in, enjoying the sight of the Pegasus all snuggled up and warm in your bed.
>You smile, then walk out of the room, closing the door on your way out.
>You wonder if she'll even remember what you said earlier, about discussing everything tomorrow.
>Hell, you barely can.
>Once you reach the bottom of the steps, you flip off the living room lights, then walk over and plop on your couch.
>Tonight has been unreasonably exhausting.
>You grab a pillow from one of the other couches and lie your head on it.
>A quick yawn later, and you're just staring at the ceiling, waiting for sleep to take you.
>Though you probably have other things to think about, the only thing really calling to you is the couch.
>And a few stray thoughts.
>One says, 'Wow, even Dash isn't as much work as this one was tonight.'
>The other says, 'You threw a completely good plate of spaghetti in the sink tonight.'
>You close your eyes.
>>25965356
d-don't spook me like that, anon.
Spidya needs her love. Not that.
>>25965411
Aye, I shall take a quick food break!Seriously, I want some fucking spaghetti now.
>>25965435
I love you
>>25965435
Just as i thought my pockets couldn't hold more spaghetti. I'm legitimately hungry for that shit now.
>>25960693
>"-No! I'm just, uh... I've... I've got my dick out, and, uh, I don't want you to see!"
it's 4am and i am howling with laughter anon plS
>>25965501
kek
>>25964107
>"If I see even a TINY hint of something else going on, I'm hosing you down, instead."
dirty horse box.png
>>25965539
Exactamundo.
>>25965435
I'm getting some pepperoni pizza.
Right, i can't make a pony pouting face with my style, i'll experiment with that later. So, i'm re-purposing the drawing for a drunk spitfire in asexierflight suit.
>>25965577
nice dub-dubs
also, i'm gonna get a calzone tonight. Pizza and spaghetti at the same time :^)
>>25965597
hype
>>25965597
It better be squeezable.
>>25965604
>squeezable
Sorry anon, she'snot real
>>25965621
Only if you don't have a printer.
>>25965621
but is shea big pony?
>>25965624
kek
I did get the closest you can get to a spitfire pone, a plushie. Espensive as hell, worth every penny though.
>pic related
>>25965411
>>25965450Y-you too...
>>25965577
>>25965597
Lucky. Fuckin' ran out of pasta sauce so I made breakfast instead.It's also 5 in the goddamn morning right now, so it's technically alright.
>>25965653
LUUUCKYYY
>You wake up mid snore and blink.
>Immediately, you're met with a horrible throbbing in your head, and a cheek covered in drool.
"Ugh, fuck me..."
>You wished you had some damn water before sleeping yesterday.
>You get off the couch and walk over to the kitchen, thankful that you never had any reason to leave the window blinds open.
>You yawn and instinctively start making some coffee.
>And though it's painful to, you remember practically everything about yesterday.
>...Well, bits and pieces, more like.
>But the most important parts are there, which is what counts.
>You press a button and start watching the beautiful caffeine drink pouring into the pot below.
>It's actually quite soothing to watch.
>And because of that, you just stare at it for a few minutes.
>Man, you can't wait until Equestria develops the technology for Keurig machines...
>Or hell, if it takes too long, you always could.
>You yawn and fill two mugs full of coffee.
>You leave yours there and-
>-Oh, here she comes.
>Spitfire walks down the stairs and just starts walking over to you.
>She looks tired as fuck.
>And in pain.
>You set her mug on the table and watch her slowly take a seat.
"Creamer?"
>Not even looking at you, she just shakes her head and takes a sip.
>You sit down at the chair beside her and blankly stare at the wall.
>The only thing breaking the silence is the sound of you both taking small sips of your horribly bitter coffee.
>Christ, you fucking hate mornings.
>And hangovers.
>And you've only had two, this one included.
>The last was Christmas.
>The same day that you ended up here, actually.
>You hear Spitfire clearing her throat, and turn to her.
>...But she's just, well, clearing her throat.
>Does she even remember ANYTHING?
>>25965682
Heh. I snuggle with it every night. It's actually more or less killed my usual problems of spending 2-3 hours just trying to fall asleep.>>25965682
it's the softest mink fur ever.
>>25965682
Nothing like black coffee for a stomach ulcer in the morning.
Sorry for taking ages for this drawing. Still developing the suit.
>>25965915
true that.
>>25965682
>>25965710
I spent more than half an hour looking at plushies and forgot that I was even writing.
>The silence just continues.
>You sip on your coffee.
>You glance at her every so often, watching her just stare blankly at the wall.
>After about the third glance, she catches you.
>She just glares slightly.
>"Why don't you take a picture- it'll last longer."
>You're taken back a bit.
>You think you've actually spent more time with her while she's drunk, and the change in, well, EVERYTHING, is already throwing you off.
>She seems really... stiff.
>You're not sure how to explain it.
>Though you're sure this is all just grumpiness following a horrible hangover.
>God knows you're feeling like shit.
>Times ten.
>You simply sigh, then finish off your mug, the exact same time she does.
>You take both the mugs and put them in the sink before getting two glasses of water.
>You simply get tap it from the tap, and slide one over to her.
>She doesn't even thank you or anything, and just chugs the thing down in one sitting.
>And it's a pretty big cup, for her.
>She softly sighs, and you just start sipping your water.
>"...So are we going to talk about us, or what?"
>You spit and accidentally spray water all over yourself.
>She just looks at you.
>"Thought I'd forget, huh?"
>You simply stare at her, unable to say anything.
>She was drunk as fuck.
>How did...?
>What the hell.
>"...So?"
>You quickly get up from your seat and start wiping your coat dry.
"How much you yesterday do you REMEMBER?"
>She simply looks at you, unamused.
>"...Enough. Now, you said we'd talk about it, so we're going to talk about it."
>You give yourself more water and sit down.
"Uh, o-okay."
>You wish you were drunk enough to deal with this.
>Now you can't help but feel ready to spill spaghetti.
>-Funny.
>You remember something about spaghetti from yesterday...
>>25965986
>>And it's a pretty big cup, for her.
if i get hungover will i die
>>25966016
It'd be extremely crappy.
>>25966027
you're a heavy drinker
>>25965986
Well shit, I was only planning on writing a few posts, and I did 19...It's an academy record.
And even after three coffees and a quick minute of freezing my ass off outside, I still feel ready to just, pass out at any moment.
But, instead of passing out, I shall be playings of the Steams, and will return when I have either woken up, or pushed through long enough to find myself exhausted and unable to sleep.
I shall lurk, for now.
>>25965986
Heh, happens to all of us.
Here's a drawing for you. Consider it a thanks for this wicked story so far.
>>25966122
Hory shet, another dub/art combo! I honestly don't deserve such a thing.But I'll happily take it like the greedy nigger I am.
Muy bien, gracias!
>>25966122
Dub, dub checked.
>>25966152
Nah dude, this story is the best Spitfire story i've ever read so far, by a landslide. Period. I'll continue making stuff, and i've already got a scene i want to visualize;
>She just glares slightly.
>"Why don't you take a picture- it'll last longer."
That line was ace.
>>25966122
fuck man, those are some smooth-ass lines.
What program/tablet are you using?
>>25966195
I'd agree with this anon on best spitfire story I've read so far, but I think it's the only one I've read... but it is good mate
>>25966216
Intuos Pro, Photoshop CC. Resolution 3000x3000, brush size 4 and normal brush, third from the left in the brushes menuand a little spaghetti. It's a magical combination, anon.
>>25966122
Flat ass.
>>25966264
What is that picture in the back anon
>>25966301
Speaking of that, i did a quick nsfw edit; https://derpiboo.ru/1058066i couldn't help myself
dunno, might do it for the other one as well after i've made the one from >>25966195.
Welp, i'm gonna get some sleep as well. Keep the thread alive for me and Blue, will ya?
>>25966546
Yes sir.
How many likes to believe that Spitfire would be from Sweden if she was a human on earth?
Id go through WW3 just to be with her.
>>25966687
>not WWII
>>25966855
>>25967221
>>25967470
You're bumping too often. Also attach a picture instead of just posting "bump" five thousand times over.
>>25967518
>>25967541
You'll get it right one of these days. I believe in you.
>>25966640
Would she be BLACKED?
Picture
>>25967715
Nope.
Page 9 Bump
>>25968659
Are you seriously saying it went from page 1 to page 9 in less than 9 minutes?
>>25968583
>tfw Europe is under muslim and african attack
bump for bluebirdd.
also, big fan of that anonfilly story you were doing. I just like your stuff in general. Got a pastebin with links to all your work?
Good morning bump, just woke up.
y'know, i was planning on writing a cute little song about this storyi do musics, yobut it seems i wont be able to since MY COMPPUTER IS A FUCKING KIKE LIKE HOLY SHIT HOW THE FUCK HAVE I BEEN STARING AT A BLANK PROJECT FOR OVER FOUR HOURS WHAT THE FUCK ITS SO SLLLLOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW
>>25969082
Well fucknow i've got a morning boner.
>>25969085
oooh, music you say?
Can we have a little preview?
>>25969082
Anon should hotdog that.
>>25969082
mods!
>>25969217
I WOULD LOVE TO IF THE FFFFUCKING COMPUTER WOULD WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRK
>>25969295
kek, RIP musicfag
>>25969316
i just wanted to fucking compose today.
is this too much to ask.
fuck apple.
>>25969357
>Buying a MAC
>Not using/building your own PC
Pleb
>>25969368
>using a PC
>for music production
yes indeed.
i'd be having the same problem either way.
>>25969368
This anon's got the idea.
>>25969357
>paying for a mac
