How could you say no to that face?
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Dancing with the Moonlight by JustSomeAnon: http://pastebin.com/W95D8fhQ
The Color of Life: http://pastebin.com/MGBfKGnh
Polls:
Moondancer body type:
http://strawpoll.me/6295045/
Spagoots poll:
http://strawpoll.me/6373537/
And we're back
>>26130272
Anon please spoiler that next time, my heart can't take that much cuteness.
i want more Moondancer in my life
>>26131070
We all do anon, we all do
shes so cute
Alright I'm back Let's see what I can crank out
Listening to Doom Metal Edition
>You sling your backpack over your shoulder as you close the car door and make a break for the school entrance.
>The sound of the rain is accompanied by the occasional splash of a puddle you fail to notice.
>When the school board had the lot built, they had it in mind to install those solar panels above it as well. Save the school money and keep the cars covered.
>Unfortunately, that was about 2 years ago.
>And the lot remained exposed to the elements, leaving the lot to become it's own wading pool.
>You could feel the biting cold in your toes as the water soaked through your shoes.
>The rain continues to pelt down on you as you reach the door and hurry inside.
>The hallway was almost devoid of any other students, except for a few that were running to catch their class.
>Fortunately for you, Mr.Doodle's class was just three doors down.
>You take a deep breath and collect yourself before making your way.
>The silence of the school was interrupted by the methodical squeaks or your soaked shoes.
>The polished tile made it somewhat difficult to walk.
>It took a small amount of concentration to not slip and fall on your ass.
>But, with some small miracle, you arrive at the door, slip free.
>You stand right outside the classroom and take another deep breath, steeling yourself for the verbal outburst from Mr.Doodle.
>Just as you reach for the door, it swings open and you are greeted by the grimacing face of Mr.Doodle himself.
>'He certainly seems in a good mood right now.'
>His eyes meet yours as his brow furrows even deeper, as a trickle of water streams down his forehead and drips off of his nose.
>Your eyes quickly flash to his 'hair', or what you like to call the "tribble on his head".
>Although it looked more akin to a drowned cat right now, a telltale sign of his experience with the weather this morning.
>'Maybe he'll think I'm late because of this weather' you think to yourself.
>>26132605
He returns!
>>26132605
>After a second of awkward silence and staring, you meekly open your mouth.
"Uhh Sorry Mr. Doodle uh-sir I got caug-"
>"Get to your seat.
"Yes of course sorry."
>It seems like he's giving you a pass. For now.
>He's probably saving the tirade for after class, when everyone won't be listening in on it.
>Mr.Doodle steps aside as you walk into the room.
>You feel everyone's eyes upon you, as you slowly squeak to your seat.
>Mr.Doodle doesn't even wait for you to be seated before he starts class.
>"Alright, everyone. I'm going to write a couple of derivatives on the board. Solve them."
>You hear several low groans scattered across the classroom as you sit down at your desk.
>Your pants feel uncomfortably damp, yet another byproduct of the rain that you subjected yourself to.
>Shifting in your seat yields little difference so you just give up and retrieve your notes from your backpack.
>You feel some level of relief as your hand feels no sign of water inside or on your belongings.
>'At least something else has gone right today.'
>You set to scribbling down the problems Mr.Doodle wrote down.
>As you stare at the jumble of numbers and variables, you find your concentration starting to wane.
>You rest your head in your hands and stare at the paper intently, as if trying to force the problems solved by sheer will. Or Force.
>But the numbers and processes in your head fade, so you resign yourself to start daydreaming as usual.
>You continue to stare at the problems to maintain the facade of a serious student to Mr.Doodle.
>You look up to where he is seated, and find him displaying the same level of boredom.
>His feet are perched up on his desk, a magazine in hand as he lazily flips through the pages.
>Upon closer inspection, the cover seems to read "Toupee's Monthly".
>What a shocker.
>You take a mental note to do whatever it took to keep your hair.
>But even that is quickly forgotten, like your mind is quietly protesting against calculus.
>>26132605
Welcome home, I thought we were kill for a bit there.
>>26130272
bump
>>26133147
it's for a greater good
http://m.imgur.com/a/4zNo7
i have hidden the spagoots
>>26137573
>>26137795
Too late, Moonie found them
>>26130272
Moon bump
>>26130272
Too cute! TOO CUTE!
ABANDON THREAD! ABANDON THREAD!
Moondancer a shit.
Here's the real QT.
>>26138948
Faggot I'd fuck them both stupid.
>>26138948
Go to bed Seth
>>26138948
>no eyebrows
>>26130272
bump
What is Moondancer's magical power level caompared to Twilight's other unicorn friends/antagonists?
>>26139689
Her education seemed much more focused on more 'mundane' things rather than magic, so Moony wouldn't be particularly powerful, magically. I've little doubt she'd be a quiet expert in what she is studying, though.
>>26139689
>>26140194
Yeah, Moonie strikes me more as having broad but shallow knowledge. She probably could learn something in depth if she wanted to (Twilight seemed to think she was capable of learning that spell to enter a book after all) but doesn't want to specialise.
Caution: Most Dangerous Boop enclosed.
Cerebro?
Hey anons, I'm trying tolearn lighting and shadows. Am I shit?
>>26141884
Pretty damn epic, you win some spagoots
>>26141935
danke!
>>26141884
>ponies use magic crystals as a kind of digital notebook
Headcanon accepted, drawfriend.
>>26142109
Crystals are the flash drives of Equestria
>>26142138
Ooh, I had forgotten about that scene. Not merely headcanon but showcanon. Nice. Will be included in my current fic project...
>>26130272
bump
Bumping with question.
How bad is Moondancer's vision? Would you let her cast a spell to permanently fix her vision or nake her keep the glasses?
>>26142839
>How bad is Moondancer's vision?
Probably quite bad
>Would you let her cast a spell to permanently fix her vision or nake her keep the glasses?
If it's safe, whatever she's more comfortable with. If it's dangerous (i.e. permanent loss of sight if it goes wrong), I'd ask her not to do it, but respect her decision.I sound completely whipped don't I
>>26143084
If it gets you that Moondancer pussy, I see nothing wrong with that.
>>26142109
Can't take too much credit, the scene was heavily composed from other people's edited assets.
Oh and the crystal isn't a notebook. It's enchanted, and she is checking the bound spell.It's a bomb trigger for her spy friend Bon-Bon
My next plan is to make her actually etch the runes onto a clear crystal.
I wonder what kind of extra stuff she will need to do it. Fairy dust? Some kind of acid? Focusing lens for her magic?
>>26142839
Obviously her vision is ok, her glasses just help her cee sharpsee wat I did there >>26141986 keke
>>26133147
Please don't stop!
I wonder if the other writefag will return
>>26143570
>Oh and the crystal isn't a notebook.
It is now, for me anyway.
Crystal can be acid etched, but the process is pretty involved and has many steps. Laser engraving is much simpler, and having a laser beam on her forehead would make life pretty easy, though it would take a lot of focus and care to make sure the engraving was cut exactly as needed for the spell.
Acid etching has a lot more preparation, but once that is done you can leave it in the acid to etch with an egg timer while you go have a coffee.
So however it would work for your story, I guess.
>>26145543
>It is now, for me anyway.
It's possible to use them as datastores, but it's a niche thing. A notebook anypony can just open and read, to read a datastores you need at least some spellwork knowledge. Binding spells to them is just a better use.
Crystal datastores are invaluable when you need to copy spells though, so spellsmiths like me use inert crystals all the time as templates. As a bonus, if you're working on spells that work on contact or anything dangerous, you can bind to an inert crystal first, and the spell won't trigger until you feed power into it or copy to a live one.
OOG
for the etching scene, I want it to look like a magical analogue of pyrography or soldering: make her do it 'by horn' in real time, but using some kind of tool and, preferrably, consuming some kind of material.
>So however it would work for your story, I guess.
I guess the question is - what kind of Magical Bullshit Material to use. The problem is basically anything can be made to work, and the freedom scares me lol
>>26145931
>what kind of Magical Bullshit Material to use
Welp, if you are using Amethyst crystals, it would be fairly easy- the colour of them will fade in direct sunlight, and alternately, they will become a deeper shade of purple if irradiated.
Specifically, irradiating it to result in the substitution of trivalent iron for silicon in the crystal structure.
You could have her burning a small pile of 'special' iron filings to kind of push into the crystal to darken it for lettering, or alternately, have her magically sucking iron out of the crystal to etch lighter coloured runes, and depositing the waste in a small plate at her side, gradually building up a little pile of incredibly fine black powder.
>>26146119
That was Immensely helpful. Saving it in my notes.And I wasted all the time you won me making this reply pic
>>26146757
Dats a cute spagootle. You prepping green or a fic?
>>26148983
Both.at the speed of a lame turtle
It's not about Moonie though, she is an episodic character. But the more I think about her... I think you understand.
>>26150223
Well, my story-writing turtle is dead, so I cannot possibly complain. I would like to see a suggestion is implemented, though!
Hi, Moonie thread!
How many of you are spellsmiths by trade?
I like Boondancer but that sweater she wears looks itchy
>>26151506
You get used to it
>>26151506
When is that a problem?
(you are huggling Moonie clothed) -> (sweater not a problem)
(you are huggling Moonie naked) -> (she better be nekkid too)
(you are not huggling Moonie) -> (she has fur, she don't care)
>>26151506
Nigga stop shitposting. That sweater is an important part of her character and without it some of the charm goes away.
>>26130272
bump
>>26146119
I kinda realized that I was going for iron as a magic-null material. This certainly suggests that it will be used in enchanting (magic insulator/semiconductor? idk),but how is Moony supposed to handle it?
>>26152933
Yeah, plus it smells like her autistic nerd girl sweat.
>>26154284
Maybe heat the iron in a container made of a material with a higher melting point until molten, then use it like ink in a pen?
>>26154284
It wouldn't he hard to use that in your favour. Iron might be magic resistant, but there are other elements that wouldn't be, and quite a few will bind readily to iron. If she is pulling iron out of amethysts, you could have her blasting the crystal with an oxygen-infused magic to change the iron into magnetite, and pulling it out the moment it is forming, possibly while the magic-null quality is in flux.
This would allow her to etch white runes in the purple crystal, which can then be imbued with the necessary magic, which itself will be nicely contained by all the iron in the crystal surrounding the etchings, ensuring it will stay 'fresh' for a long time.
Its funny though, I was working in a magic-null metal for a story I am brewing up, though I was going to be using Invar, as it is unaffected by temperature changes and is a fair bit rarer than iron.
>>26154380
But invar is mostly iron still... I think there is money in different kinds of reactions to different magical bullshits.
Check this: if you make spells produce waste heat, iron runes/armatures would expand unevenly compared to the quartz, damaging or destroying the crystal store.
Invar expands at a rate close to quartz. Invar-based crystores would not be damaged by heat, allowing high-draw spells to be invoked repeatedly.
>>26156840
Why you so sad Moonie??
>>26158385
someone took her spagoots
>>26159109
>WHO TOOK MY SPAGOOTS?!?
pump
>>26130272
SHE'S GONNA TAKE YOU BACK TO THE PAST
>"THIS GAME SHITS THE FUCK OUT OF MY CIRCUMCISED DICK NIPPLES! I MEAN HOLY FUCK, I'D RATHER GET A FUCKING HOT SAUCE ENEMA!"
>>26159660
you did, you ate all of them, even the spagootiOs
Color of Life, cont'd:
>you are Moondancer
>and you cried yourself to sleep on a friend's shoulder because your house basically asploded
>but she's really very cuddly
>and she's rubbing her hindleg down...there
>which is why you woke up
>she's tickling your teats
>you're still wearing your sweater from last night
>and you really need to get some water in and out right now
>Minuette refuses to let go until you levitate a pillow into the snuggle position
>while you park your rump, you think about last night
>your eyebrows make a nice V shape when you realize it's been all night and Anon's been-
>you leap off the porcelain thinking spot
>run back in to flush
>run out past a very sleepy Minuette
>and out the door
>down the stairs
>and down the street you go
---
>you are Minuette
>why the snuggles go away?
>UGH.
>you'll deal with it in a few hours
>night dancers are not morning ponies
>Zzzz...
>Hello, cute and sexy mare with the red and purple socks!
>"Mmrph...make them go all the way up Moonie..."
>it's probably better that she didn't actually hear that
---
>you are Anon
>on the couch
>it took a few hours but you're in a fitful slumber
>clutching a pillow
>it smells like her
>once you're tired enough, that was what you needed
>the pillow is gone though
>the smell is still there
>something tucked into your arms while you start to rouse
>warm, fuzzy something
>smells nice
>hugs
---
>you are Moondancer
>you stole back into Anon's apartment
>and there he is on the couch
>you were going to fluff that pillow
>he grabbed you instead
>nose against the back of your neck
>legs hanging off the side of the couch
>...not waking him up just yet
>today, you're going to be a total cuddle slut
>life owes you this after last nightWriter just had a busy weekend
>>26161959
I was just about to go to bed, but I think I'll stay up a bit longer and enjoy based green
>>26161785
I think you mean the spagooteroos
>>26162032
>>26162087
>>26162179
Chrysalis may call them that, and she's entirely allowed to. After all, everyone is allowed to be completely and totally wrong once in a while.
>>26130272
bump
>>26130272
bump
>>26161959
your story is cosy as fuck
gr8 m8
>>26161959
I just wish Anon wasn't such a cuck, that's my only complaint.
>>26163978
Anon's not humping any married ponies- there's just a serious male:female shortage in Equestria. Combine that with having a seasonal hormone rush and you get a lot of irritated and grumpy mares and not nearly enough stallions to keep up- and even then, "willing" isn't the same as "desirable".
Anon's not a complete cuck in this story- while he's a happy horsefucker and proud that he's got the skills to (literally) pay the bills, there's always going to be ones like Abridged who although they may get some kind of sexual situation, they don't get relief.
Speaking of that...
---
>you are Abigail Abridged
>and you're getting off in the bath before work
>again
>lying on your back while the faucet blasts cool water over your aching crotch
>you'd call in hot, but that's not going to change things
>not going to get Anon's hands slapping your ass while his big thick stallion stick makes the need go away
>you've never had luck with mating
>for all the books you've read, you never could read a male right
>and Anon was the next chapter in "Abigail Can't Snag Stallions"
>the orgasm and cold water just gets the heat down to a dull throbbing
>but it's time for work
>deodorant, "plot patch" so ponies don't have to stare at you winking, mane up, ears down
>days like this you -wish- you were an old nag so you'd stop getting that springtime Celestia special
>but you aren't
>so it's off to work you go
>>26162202
Chrysalis was first to the spagoots, she was kind & generous enough to share themSpagoot lovers got to stick together yo!
>>26164237
>you are Moondancer
>you are couch pillow
>Anon is making happy noises in his sleep
>rubbing his face against your neck
>*poke*
>now he's rubbing something else against you
>b-but you're not in heat, what's making him do this?
>stallions aren't interested in...that with a mare who isn't ready!
>you're blushing enough to keep Anon warm, never mind the rest of you
>he's...cuddling your marebits
>you remember Anon telling you that humans will spoil you for stallions
>there's a pleasant tingle going on down there
>hand doing handsy things to your teats
>hand rubbing your belly under the sweater
---
>you are Anon
>dreaming happy dreams about mare molesting
>Moondancer making little squeals of delight
>it's so real you wonder if she'd be as happy with you awake
>most mares don't really seem to be interested if they're not in heat
>it's a dream, so why not enjoy it?
---
>you are Moondancer
>and Anon is clearly out of it
>but he must be dreaming about mares
>...he's doing that thing with his hand
>you can't help but shiver when he starts exploring
>it's not the crazy feeling you got when Anon was cooling you down, even when you were still presenting a little with Minuette
>it's...warm. Loving. Like he's bringing you into heat, just by touching you the right way.
>there's a trickle, not a gush
>enough to make his fingers slippery without ruining the couch
>you weren't thinking about mating for months, you thought
>stallions just can't get it up right without a receptive mare
>mares aren't thinking of stallions that way unless they're in heat
>humans apparently have...ha~aaaah
---
>you are Anon
>and this is an awesome wet dream
>your dick is probably diamonds
>and then your mind makes that imperceptible shift from half-sleep to half-awake
>and you aren't humping a pillow
>it's Moondancer
>making very happy noises while you stroke her ponycootch-ie coo
>so you dip a few fingers in
>it's not drenching your hand
>but it's plenty slippery enough
>>26165281
Cuddle fuck her into submission.
>>26165281
>you are still Anon
>and Moondancer is panting and sighing about being horsemolested
>so you say hello
>"Hello, Moonie."
"A-anon? I'm nnnnn...not in heat, but hhhhh...how are you so ready?"
>"Human mares don't go into heat, human stallions don't need to sniff a hot mare to do-"
>and you gently pinch her clit between two fingers
>"Stuff like this."
---
>you are Moondancer
>and you had no bucking idea that anyone would want you for mating-without-mating
>pony stallions don't get it up without smelling the right things
>and if it's too much, they're flaring before they stick it in and you've got to wait to try again
>and then it's like a minute at most
>or so you've read
>no stallion could be doing ~this~ to you
>...you're not letting a "sexy cuddler" like this away for the rest of your life
>and he does that thing with his fingers as they curl up and thrust-
---
>you are Anon
>and Moondancer just apparently came
>horn-sparks sprinkling the floor and drifting out the window like fireflies
>your hand is wet
>but it isn't any messier than jacking off into your own hand
>once the belly loosens a bit and her legs stop kicking air, you hear:
---
>you are Moondancer
>"Can we...cuddle like that more?"
>and there's something else poking your backside
>and inside
>Wow, he's actually mating with you outside of heat!
>You hold him, but it's not a panic-heat-the-meat-hug
>there's no frenzy to get that precious seed
>just the pleasant feeling of fullness as Anon presses again and again into your rear
>and there's another gentle ripple of joy
>and a third a few minutes later as he squeezes you like a doll and the warmth of his own release mixes with your own
>the room is filled with little magical motes that are caught on the breeze and drift out into the morning sky
>was that you?
---
>you are Anon
>and that was definitely something new
>Bunny wasn't ever up for sex-sex even if she'd get you off
>but Moondancer certainly seemed to like it
>>26165528
She is ours
>>26165528
My dick has transcended diamond at this point
>>26165528
>you are Minuette
>and you're looking for Moondancer
>she isn't at her house
>and she ran out in a hurry
>maybe she's at Anon's place?
>you get to just outside the apartment building when a gust of wind blows a cloud of sparkles down from the skies
>they're like itty-bitty snowflakes
>and they melt on contact
>why do you feel so warm all of the sudden?
>it's not heat, Anon took care of that
>but all the sudden, a stallion sounds REALLY nice
>there's one right there in the middle of the street in a fancy top hat
>"R~rowr."
>that's not the part you're into right now
>nor are the eight other mares giving him the winker's eye
>aw, he's running away!
>that's OK. You're athletic.
>and with a bounce, you're off to the races in the Stallion Stakes
>a solid second behind that one mare
"Dear- Sweet Celestia! What's gotten into you?"
"Mmm...why aren't you in ME?", she says-
>and the two tear off nose-to-tail through the crowd
>like a couple or something
>you shake your head and slow down, the other mares blitzing past you after their goal
>you just tried to...jump a mare and her herd stallion?
>that's not nice
>but he'd feel so goooood
>No, that's not NICE.
>and the warm feeling in your nether regions dissolves like a wisp of cooling tea as you shake off whatever-it-was in confusion
---
>you are Drafty Dodger
>and your herdmate Merry Hail has got her tail up
>in the dead end alley she's ran you into
>backed into a corner
"Honnnney Dodger, I want you to buck m-"
>and she blinks
"I want- what?"
>you take this as a good time to use the wall as a handy leaning spot and konk out
---
>you are Anon
>and you're kissing your marefriend good morning
>it's like yesterday's wrongs never happened
"Noooonie, brushies?"
>she's giving you the cutie eyes and levitating a manebrush
>OK, maybe they happened a little
>and you curry out the tangles while she floats a coffee cup up to your lips for sips
>it's still a good morning
>>26165758
>to your lips for sips
kek
>>26165528
>pony stallions don't get it up without smelling the right things
heated mare urine salesponies when?
The "shit look at the time" bump
>>26167470
Stale mare pee isn't gonna cut it, I'm afraid. Nor is it gonna happen if the mare in question isn't in heat.
Kinky unicorn sex with alien monkeys plus forbidden love magic seems to be a weird effect on ponies, though...
>>26166631
If you can't manage qt prose about qt pony, why live?
>>26130272
bump
>>26164237
That... That's not even remotely what a cuck is.
Literally speaking, it's someone who raises someone else's child unwillingly or without knowing it isn't his.
Colloquially, it's someone whose partner sleeps with other people behind their back or openly, depending on how disgusting you are as a person. It can also refer to someone who is pussy whipped.
I was implying that since Moonie, who is basically his girlfriend, cuddled with another person while Anon slept on the couch, he is being a cuck.
p.10 bump
bump
>>26130272
Page 10 not on my watch. bump
>>26130272
bump
p.9 bump
>>26176410
This thing is creepily human.
>>26154294
> Moondancer's autistic nerd sweat.
p.10 bump
>>26176859
whats she see
>>26165758
>"Honnnney Dodger, I want you to buck m-"
>>and she blinks
>"I want- what?"
>>you take this as a good time to use the wall as a handy leaning spot and konk out
Clearly, Honey Dodger don't give a shit.
>>26184308
that's one chubby chubsteri like her
>>26184389
Bump for more cuddle fucking. Also, what happened with Cadence?
>>26130272
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>>26130272
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>>26130272
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>>26130272
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>>26185499
She ended up getting pissed, grabbing Star Struck for forcibly making ponies hot for each other, and he's going to be getting a long stint in the House Without Pudding Cups for his crimes, especially when they find out Moondancer was the last in a string of serial shippings.More lovehorse later in the story, I should think.
17th image in your non-lewd Moondancer folder is her reaction on first seeing you
>>26165758
>you are Anon
>and Moondancer
>and you're off to work
>(after a little cleaning up)
>morning sex is good sex
>it's not like most pony couples would make the effort
>and you're strolling down the street
>you've got a bounce in your step
>you're being pulled into an alleyway by your shirt collar
>Lyra Heartstrings is pulling your coltfriend into an alleyway with that slightly demented grin of hers
>Oh, fuck.
>Oh, BUCK.
---
>you are Lyra Heartstrings, xenoarcheologist and musician
>that butt mark of yours is an interest both in the past and music, after all
>and when you heard the descriptions from Minuette about Moondancer's colt-toy, you knew what it was
>an ancient race that had enslaved the first ponies as beasts of burden, the Hooms!
>you'd find out his nefarious plans and save Equestria from
"Oh, hi! You must be Lyra."
>...he knows...
"LYRA HEARTSTRINGS!"
>Uh-oh. Moondancer's defending the Hoom like she's already enthralled! Time to-
*skkritchy-skritch*
>W-what is this...
>my ears...
---
>you are Anon
>and this is your favorite trick ever
>skritch the pony-ears
>see how long it takes them to snap out of it
"H~nnngh..."
>resistance is futile
"Anon, she isn't going to tell me why she just tried to drag you into an alley if you keep doing that!"
>luckily, you have two hands
---
>you are Moondancer and Lyra
>and you are being manhandled
>that is, a luxuriant feeling of scratchies behind your ears
>it fades, just enough to remember where you are
>in an alley, with Anon
---
>you are Anon
>you desire a croissant and hot chocolate before work
>so you turn the ear-love down a few notches
>"Breakfast? Lilac Roan's?"
---
>you are Lyra
>you have been effortlessly subdued by the Hoom
>who has just invited you to breakfast
>which, in your crusade you had forgotten about
>*gurgle*
>"Umm..."
>Moondancer gives you a baleful stare that changes that to "You will go to breakfast or you will become an experiment in orbital mechanics".
>"Yes?"
>>26188869
I don't have a Moonie folder, sadly.
This seems to displease her.
p.9 bump
page nine bump
again
is this what Moonie threads have become?
>>26191390
Not enough greenposters and everyone bumping threads.
>>26130272
Who's the Twilight recolor?
>>26191882
what isn't
>>26189141
>you are Anon
>and you're heading to Lilac Roan's
>you could do this with your eyes closed
>just follow the smell of fresh, flaky pastries
>biscuits and mushroom gravy
>croissants
>and a baklava that must take tapping a beehive for the honey alone
>and the croissants are just out of the oven
>brushed with butter
>it's nice having some bits padding your pockets
>so there's a pile of best bready treat
>two unicorns
>who manage to pick up one at the same time
>fortunately, it shreds in two
>Moonie's chewing on hers like a wolf
>Lyra's keeping her mouth full and giving you the side-eye
>clearly, you must masterfully lead the conversation
>"Sooooo! I hear you and Moondancer are old friends. Welcome to Canterlot!"
---
>you are Lyra Heartstrings
>should you say something?
>will Moondancer launch you so hard you become your own constellation?
>he's a pony-enslaving minion of evil
>but do minions of evil buy you breakfast?
>do they give you...
>your tail twitches
>Bucking bothersome heat flashes
>you grab another croissant and chew slowly to buy time
>what would Agent Bon Bon do?
---
>you are Anon
>time to turn up things a notch
>"Moondancer's been a wonderful friend to me. Why, I wouldn't have a career as a professional cooler and library aide without her!"
>you duck as Lyra hacks out a sodden breadball
---
>you are Lyra
>and HE COVERS MARES FOR A LIVING?
>t-the Hooms...snu-snu-you into being their mare-mistresses?
>you choke on your breakfast and do your best Opalescence impression
>*HACK*
>it lands in a glass in the recently vacated table next door
>you meant to do that
>"A-heheheh...about that...thaaat's why I pulled you into the alley!"
"Books?"
>"N-no..."
>you sit up like the Hoom does and lean over to whisper in his ear
>"I'm sorta running hot today."
>*JAB*
>and that's Moondancer's hoof in your ribs
---
>you are Moondancer
>and Lyra's studying Anon like a pre-Minosian vase
>...annnnd her ears just went up all the way when Nonny said "cooler"
>>26194345
>you are still Moondancer
>and you've got one forehoof firmly in Lyra's ribs right now
>"Let me guess, Lyra."
>"Oh, I'm so shy about finding a stallion when I'm heating that when I saw Anon, I was just OVERCOME with the need to ask him!"
>you look at Anon
>"That's Lyra speak for "she'd like to study you harder than a seven course syllabus collection for Advanced Arcanodynamics III."
"Could I?"
>"I don't know, Lyra. Could you what? I'm his front and his marefriend."
"Could I do it...for science?"
>your eyebrows peak somewhere around the summit of Mt. Canterhorn
>"You released a ancient Pegasopian Horned Daemon into Mr. Hinny's third-year class the last time you said that."
"But-"
>"It ate their research papers and puked cuneiform all over the blackboard."
"Butttt-"
>"You think you can write about some weird mythological sex rituals using Anon as your source and get published. Again."
"He IS a weird mythological! He's a Hoom!"
>"Hooman, Lyra."
"Hoom, Hooman, whatever! He's-"
>"Two hundred bits an hour and if you get weird with him, no refunds. Anon, is she too weird?"
"Is she going to eat my hands?"
>What? EWW.
>"NO!"
"Well, alrighty then."
---
>you are Anon.
>the hot chocolate is delicious
>the Lyra is...interesting
>you think you'll spend some quality time picking her brains about legends while scratching behind her ears
>boops as needed to ensure she spills the mythical beans
>...why is Moondancer so hot for you to trot, anyway?
---
>you are Moondancer
>and you're not telling Anon how deep in the bucket you likely are
>that's not something you burden a stallion with if you love them, right?
>Lyra will talk Anon half to death, do something weird as usual, show's over, Anon has more pocket money and you can pay the plumber without giving anything away
>nothing can go wrong with this
>and after exchanging addresses, you and Anon are off to work for the day
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>>26195193
It's always good to wake up to more green
>>26195722
I'm at ground zero for the East Coast blizzard.
If power/net holds out, it'll be comfy writing time I hope.
>>26196079
Just make sure you're adequately prepared for it, I'd rather have a living writefag who's delayed in posting, than a dead one who can't
>>26130272
bump
>>26130272
bump
>>26130272
bump
>>26195193
interesting
>>26130272
bump
>>26196079
Staying warm?
>>26195193
Lyra is love. Lyra is life.
