Anti-Chechneigha edition
>Current writefags:
Bluebirdd065
http://pastebin.com/8rqZLf6U
Soviet Toaster
http://pastebin.com/dNWxvd34
Sleepy Bastrd (Finished)
http://pastebin.com/Bput87uQ
SlavicSquat
ImFriendly
LoremIpsum
>Current drawfag
Vadkram
http://vadkram20xd6.deviantart.com/
Unnamed Anon
first for fluffy spits
>>26616275
Second for GODDAMMIT BLUEBIRDD WHERE ARE YOU?!
Repost'n from last thread
bump b4 bedhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SW-BU6keEUw
>>26617833
I have a new idea for a drawing.....
>>26617833
Checked
>>26616958
>>26617833
fixed it
>>26618881
and fuck me for saving thumbnail.
double fix
>>26618890
I like this.
I like this a lot
>>26618890
>spitefire is the same color palette as the spaghetti
>spitghetti.jpg
spitfire is now spaghetti horse.
>>26618224
Do it.
>9
>page10
dafuq???
>pagina diez
por qué?
Hot n spicy, right off the presses.
enjoy my imagination
>>26621935
Aloha Snackbar!
bamp
>>26624476
Fuck, what do we do now? Goddamn fucking writefags better hurry the hell up
>>26624594
No u. And spoiler that shit man, you might get b&
>>26616148
>All you can manage is a soft sigh.
>You turn back and look at the schoolhouse's door.
>…Great, you made another pony sad today.
>Might as well call Guinness, make yourself officially the guy who made the most ponies cry in one day.
>Even if it is just two.
>But if you've already upset two, there's bound to be more…
>You feel a familiar shiver run up your back.
>It somehow manages to make you feel worse.
>Standing up, you glance at the mess of papers sprawled out on the desk.
>Among the pages, there's a stack of smaller notes that have small water stains on them.
>Though, obviously, it's not just water.
>You pick one up and flip it over.
>It's a crude drawing of Cheerilee, with a speech bubble over her head.
>'I'm a loser!'
>You toss it and look at the next.
>'Sweet Celestia, Ms. Cheerilee is sooo boring'
>Next.
>'I think this school sucks, too. My teacher in Trottingham was so much better.'
>'Ms. Cheerilee is STUPID'
>You throw them in the nearby trash and sit down at the desk.
>Damn kids…
>Now you feel even worse for what just happened.
>If that's really even possible.
>But how would you have known that she would…
>You sigh and look at the other paper lying in the center.
>An answer key, which also has a few drops on it.
>Then there's two stacks, one neat, and the other very unorganized.
>The unorganized is the graded papers, the nice one hasn't been touched.
>You sigh, grab a nearby pen, and get to work, ignoring the fact that this pen was likely in Cheerilee's mouth for an extended period of time.
>Thinking about her does little but make you feel worse than you already do.
>…Well, time to get to work.
>
>>26625343
>Dear lord, you're almost done.
>What damn time is it?
>You can't even figure out what day it is.
>And, like some sort of miracle, you pull another paper and notice the wooden desk under it.
>No more papers.
>A small, relieved sigh escapes you, and you quickly work the paper so you can sleep.
>Sure, you worked to keep your mind off things, but you were going to make sure to finish this all before you passed out.
>It's the least you could do.
>You slap a failing grade on the paper for some retard who doesn't know how double digits work.
>And this isn't the little kid stuff either, which makes it sad.
>Time slows down into this one, beautiful minute as you slowly hover it over the graded stack, and gently place it down.
>Now, you are finally fini-
>What.
>…WHAT.
>You just finished this.
>You SAW the desk.
>Where the hell did this stack come from?
"Holy shit, I'm hankering to kill someone right now."
>Off to the left of you, the schoolhouse door opens.
>Immediately, you recognize a very welcome, familiar face poking in.
>"Anon? That actually you?"
"Spitfire? What are you doing here?"
>Something clicks in your mind.
>Your eyes trail to the new stack of papers on the desk.
"…Fucking nightmares."
>Spitfire casually walks over and meekly sits beside the desk.
>You shake your head and hold your arms out, where she happily jumps into them.
"So, if this is really you, how'd you get here?"
>She smiles and nuzzles your chest.
>"I took a trip over to a library in Canterlot and found out how to come here. I just wanted a way to control what I was dreaming about, but there was a section on visiting 'non-magical beings,' and I wanted to try it out!"
>>26625352
"Well, it definitely worked."
>She nods and contentedly sighs.
>"So then, how's the whole getting better thing going?"
"…It's good!"
>You smile.
>Straight through your smile.
>But what could you do, just tell her you were doing fine until you made two ponies cry?
>You don't even think she knows about the talk with Soarin, or what had happened after it…
>And while it's nice to see her like this, you don't want her to worry about you while you're out here trying to fix yourself.
>It'd at least put you at ease a bit.
>A small smile crosses your face.
>Though you love seeing her like this.
>She rests her head on your shoulder, and you gently stroke her back with your right hand, gliding across her silky yellow coat.
>Her warmth somehow relaxes you, numbing the feeling of the hard, rickety seat you've been on all this time.
>The beating in her chest carries on in a slow, almost melodic rhythm, serving to relax you further.
>You use your other hand and brush the back of her flowing, unkempt mane in a calm fashion.
>"…I love you, Anon."
>Your smile grows, and you close your eyes.
"Love you too, Spitfire."
>There's a small moment of silence.
"…Sorry I couldn't just be a regular guy."
>She pulls away and looks at you with a gentle smirk on her muzzle.
>"Nopony is 'regular', Anon… You just have nothing to hide from me."
>She goes back to resting.
"…Yeah, I guess that's true. But still, it's like, I've been… I don't know, ignoring myself, and now that I'm not, so many things are happening at once, you know?"
>She simply nods.
"I guess I want things to be simpler- to just go back to ignoring, but I know that everything will just fall apart if I do."
>You sigh.
>Spitfire pulls back again and looks at you.
>"I get what you mean, Anon. It's why I've stuck with you this long."
>She grins.
>"If any other stallion would've offered to take me home from a bar, I would've knocked them out."
>Her look softens.
>"But… you're not any other stallion."
>>26625370
"Because I'm not a stallion."
>She shakes her head.
>"No… You're my very special somepony."
>She pecks you on the cheek.
>"And I wouldn't change that for anything."
>Her eyes rest on you, showing absolutely no hint of doubt in them- no regret, or fear.
>She, as always, genuinely means what she says.
>A lump slowly forms in your throat, and your eyes begin to water.
>Never in your life has anyone ever been so… loving, to you before…
>Not even your dad.
>And it's nice to know that somebody feels this way towards you- cares for you as much as she does.
>Somebody who genuinely loves you for who you are, instead of what you look like- even despite all your flaws and your countless, extremely stupid mistakes.
>…Somebody to call yours, as much as she calls you hers.
>-Or rather, somepony, to.
>Through tears, a smile creeps up your face, and you bring her back in for a hug.
>A familiar feeling of whole-ness washes over you.
>Like everything is where it should be in the world.
>Like you're truly know, and are, where you belong.
"…I love you, Spitfire. And I've never meant those words as much as I have telling you them."
>You pull back again.
>Peering into those beautiful, bronze eyes you've gotten so accustomed to, you gently brush a lock of her mane from her face.
"And THAT, will never change."
>Following after you, she begins to tear up as a smile crosses her face.
>"All my life, I've waited for that special somepony my mom talked about, to show up and tell me what you just did…"
>She sniffles.
>"You don't know how happy I am to finally hear that."
>She hugs your neck tighter with her hooves and brings you into a kiss.
>Naturally, you don't fight it.
>Eyes closed, you slow down, enjoying the embrace and sweet warmth of the mare in your arms and on your lips.
>Her heartbeat seems to speed up significantly.
>>26625381
>>"All my life, I've waited for that special somepony my mom talked about, to show up and tell me what you just did…"
So, when is anon going to meet Stormy Flare?
>>26625381
Do you know what would be fucked up?
If this was Luna messing with Anon, getting him to kiss herself
Stabbin bump
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jCjLfLe_paw&feature=youtu.be
cheeki breeki bump
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zh_p20lHqtA
>>26627893
that's some cheeki breeki right there.
Regular bump
Bump
>>26616148
bump for writefags to stop fucking around with STALKER
>>26631854
>Be Anon
>be a writefag
>be reading SlavicSquats post
>notice you are in a similar boat, have a good number of stories unfinished to a point where you dont want to start another
>wait Slavic has spitfire in his house?
>AND HE HAS A SWIVEL CHAIR!?
>wow he must be a really cool guy to have best pone and best chair.
>you also browse /k/ like Slav
>L1A1 raifu
>well hes a shit. and so is his raifu.>m1911 is best waifu no exceptions.
>>26631854
>>26633725
>Be Blu
>Also be really unproductive today
>See Slav's post
>More about his gay "raifu" and /k/ shitposting
"...Damn it, I want a swivel chair, though."
>Not having a chair sucks
>Laugh at Georgia being worst state, and Slav not even having a firehorse plushie
>>I have a life outside of 4chan
>You sharply exhale through your nose
"BUUULLSHIIIT!"
>Move to other Anon's post
>>M1911 is best
>Fuck yeeeah
>After smiling, you stare at the screen for a moment
>Should you write, or kill more sand niggers?
>Maybe join the CS:GO game going on?
"-Fuck no."
>You begin mindlessly browsing the interwebs
>>26631854
>>26633725
>>26633874
>be of beings the Ivanon
>you have not of writing for /spit/ in the long of whiles
>perhaps be the starting of new green?
>nah, ivanon is not good of doing textgreen.
>be noticing the posts of anons who are not Ivanon
>slav has chair of swivel?!
>blu has orangehorse soft-toy?!
>...
>is not of mattering, Ivanon has precious vodka.
"be of the fuckings yourself orangehorse.. jack is person, not drink like vodka."
>ivanon is the noticing other anons are of removing kebab
>ivanons reputation is of the stake!
>...
>but first more vodka.
>>26633496
>Spitfire is waifu
>Noticed these threads for a while
>Hardly paid attention to any of them
Oh well
>>26624594
If you need more green that badly then write some.
Otherwise be patient.
>>26634749not soon enough
>>26634740
ayyyyy
>>26635555
you are of checked
>masks related
Have a more realistic perception of our heroes
>>26635925
Here's your sideburn's blue.
>>26635984
Ye. Haw. BlueIm sure the rest of the thread's wondering what the hell's goin on
>>26636089
>>26636157
Both of y'all are fuckin' asking for it.
>>26636218
blu do you own a stetson and cowboy boots?
>>26636218
>y'all
>inb4
Screw you niggers, it's easier to type.
>>26636274
Goddamn it.
NOOO.
There's MEXICANS EVERYWHERE. I can't learn any damn Southern accent from anyone!
>>26635430
game over man, game over.
captcha: select all image with fish
spitfire thread is now writefags jerk eachother off thread
>>26638203
>Be Soviet
>Tank Gunner of T-34-85
>Along with the Driver Slav, Loader Vad, Commander Blu, and Bow Gunner Ivan
>Slav, like the slav he is, drives forwards
>Blu is yelling about a Tiger to the front
>Ivan is shooting at shrubs to the side of the Tiger
>Vad is doodling on the cannon breech
>And you are firing the MG at a dead German
>Comrade Blue yells at Vad to load the armor piercing
>He does so, albeit dropping the shell at first
>You take aim, directly to the left of the Tiger
>Slav is going full speed toward it
>Ivan is shooting at friendlies somehow
>Blu yells to fire
>You pull the trigger
> Because Slav is the only one who knows how to repair the tank, he bent the cannon barrel back into the tank
>Said something about a bet with Ivan about if you shoot the shell back into the tank, you never run out of ammo
>The shell bounces off the front plate, ricochets away from the mantlet, and kills the Tiger
>Today was a War Thunder physics kind of day
Are gryphons the dindus of Equestria?
>Be Vadkram
>Innawoods with Slav, Blue and Ivan
>Slav, in the midst of skinning his 4 point jackalope, explains why FAL is best raifu
>Ivan simply climbs the tallest tree and squats on the highest branch
>He kicks a squirrel to the ground with a "shoo-shoo"
>Blue perfoming CPR on a deer without a head. Just pushing on it's chest, breaking ribs
>And me?
>I am buried halfway in the dirt. Firing rounds to sky to attract prey.
>Something is tickling my feet
>Slav uses new home-made rounds
>Filled with Octane fuel, rubbing alcohol and styrofoam
>Sets woods on fire.
>Angry civvies and uniforms come to kick us out of the part
>We affix bayonets
>>26637497
More like Blu occasionally writes a story while he and all the others jerk it.
>>26631854
>>26633725
>>26633874
>>26634011
>>26634740
>>26638203
>>26638275
>>26639033
Can you faggots get a room?
Budweiser tastes like piss.
>>26639404
At least they keep the thread bumped and entertaining
>>26640887
>>26640887
>>26640887
Hey thats a nice spitfire you guys have there it would be a shame if something happened to it
>>26642954Just like IRL!
OHHHH
>>26643541
Hoooooooh!
Today at work was awful, so this is a very nice suprise
>>26639658
>>26643563
>Twily and Spitfire
Vadkram confirmed for good taste in pone
>>26643645
and books
>>26643655
Not to be pushy or anything but you haven't posted any new twi story over in the slave pone thread in around 2-3 weeks. Will there be an update soon?plz
Boop
>>26643676
You ain't being pushy. Honestly I don't even know how many people were actually reading it, It's all "muh Fireking" and "muh Twilightgamenight"
Not that they're bad stories or anything. Theres just a shitton of stuff going on in that thread. Felt too crowded.
But since you actually had the pleasant audacity to call out for me here, I'll consider starting to do more. Probably when I actually have a day or to off from work next. So thanks for that
>>26644278
>implying I'm a writer
I just had a great idea that wouldn't leave me alone, so I started,
>>26643009
Spitfire laughs at puny kraut weapons.
boomp
>>26616148
bump
>>26644278
Browsing the marital problems thread has given me a sort of hatred for her.
She seems like the type to cheatkinda like in muh story
>>26616148
bump
>>26644221
...well I liked it. Sorry to hear you got discouraged.
Contributing
>>26648059
>when we had green to go with our images
bump
>>26650432
>Back in my day the show writers knew how to write Spitfire properly!
page 8 bump
>>26616148
bump
>>26651151
>slav is doing self inserts now
>>26652846
I haven't been on all day.
>>26651151
>Implying I wouldn't shoot at her instead of the balloon.
I want to see a story were Spits and Anon, not knowing each other, fug during estrus, then become forced together due to some magazine coverage, where they only play a couple because of the positive fame and benefits they both get.
>>26651566
Is it sad I actually think this?
During that one episode they just used her to purposely create a problem for Rainbow Dash to solve and it made no sense why a prestigious team had no backup at all and why they would try to push for a newbie to be on the team longer than an elite and well known member.
So what "I'm trying to say is Spitfire Didn't Do Anything Wrong. the writers did.
Blu where are you?
bup
>>26653750
I want a story with Spits without being forced to slog through endless amounts of shitty writefag green, blog posts, and insurgency
>>26616148
bump
This is literally the bet thread because of the slav shenanigans. Please don't stop.
>>26616148
bump
>>26656349
Then this thread isn't for you. Need me to hold open a door?
>>26659250
Sorry, I was under the impression that this was the Spitfire thread
Gon get high as fuck today,and I'm sorry for not posting much. I won't bother with excuses and'll just say that I got kinda stuck and didn't write much.
>>26660397
Plz. I need my fill of green and this is the only good source at the moment.
I stole this from the RGRE thread, do with it as you will.
I guess I'll go ahead and make something for ya guys.
>>26660835
>>26661838
id give spitfire a pearl necklace too.
page 10
>>26616148
bump
>>26656349
Yeah? Well I want a Belgium FAL in my hands and a orange firehorse in my lap. Too bad we can't always get what we want :,,,, (
>>26668672
>Belgium FAL
not slick and sexy H&K G3
slav you disappoint as always
>>26668811
Get outta here skele
>>26653750
>>26653750
>Day 76251 in equestria.
>Be the one and only green monkey.
>You're sitting in your living room, reading a book.
>That's right, a fucking book.
>Feels good to be a gangsta.
>Daring Do and the quest for shekels.
>It's spring.
>Which means hunting, hot weather, rain, and estrus.
>Ah estrus.
>The 2 week period of free horse twat.
>It isn't estrus yet, but you can tell by the way mares are walking and staring at stallions that it's coming.
>Usually, you would invite your guy friends over to spend the 2 weeks in peace, but your house is a fucking wreck.
>A knock at your door brings you to reality.
>>26654658
It's not sad. That episode is a three-car pileup of morals; if you examine it whatsoever, the message becomes 'don't ever accept an advancement in life which might temporarily take you away from your friends, even if your friends are cool with it and joining the other team might actually benefit your hometown anyway'. We're supposed to accept the good/bad roles based solely on who is a main character, which annoys the fuck out of me because FiM is usually above shit like that.
>>26669303
>209 years old
>>26669303
>Day 76251
Damn son
>>26625381
>After a short, amazing moment, she pulls away and rests against you.
>You're not sure why, but this all just feels… off, for some reason.
>You open your eyes and notice that the scenery's changed.
>You're now both lying on the grass below the moon, encircled by a nearby forest.
>You look around yourself for any hint of Luna.
>None.
>-Well, of course there's none.
>The only reason she was able to come into your dream last time was because you were taking those magic pills.
>No magic, no Luna.
>You shift on the grass a bit, then look at Spitfire.
"…How did you say you got here, again?"
>She looks up at you and smiles.
>"The Canterlot Library."
"…And WHAT is in the Canterlot Library?"
>She just stares at you for a bit.
>"…You don't think I'm real?"
>You shrug.
"I just… there's a saying back home that goes along the lines of, 'if it's too good to be true, it usually is'. And with how lousy today's been, I don't know why it would just suddenly change."
>"So you DID have a bad day."
>You close your mouth.
>Damn it.
>"…But, if you're still unconvinced, then Luna had visited me yesterday, in pony. She came to visit, because she wanted to make sure that her precious 'military reserves' Captain was-"
"-Wait, military?"
>She pauses.
>>26670224
>"…Sheesh, Anon, you really weren't kidding when you said you had no idea who the Wonderbolts were."
>She smiles, and the forest-y area around you fades into some huge, very white house.
>The pillars and Rome-ish looking architecture gives you a good guess where you are.
>Spitfire stands and walks over to a photo hanging on the wall.
>"Depending on the situation, the Wonderbolts are usually the first, or the last, line of Equestria's defense."
>She turns back to you while you stand.
>-Thankfully, the ground is solid, but even being a dream, the thought of hanging hundreds of feet in a cloud house scares the hell out of you.
>"We handle the big things: hydras, bugbears, dragons and such."
>…The way she's telling you everything makes it seem rehearsed.
>Or like she's had to explain it a lot.
>"In any time of war, we're usually the first to be called out for reconnaissance, right behind the Royal Guard, though could be called out for an attack at any given time."
>…Time of war?
>She seems to notice the worried look you didn't know you had.
>She softens, her professional stance and tone fading.
>"But we haven't had a war in over a thousand years."
>She smiles.
>It manages to put you at ease.
>Your eyes slowly trail to the photo behind her.
>In it, there's a line of the Wonderbolts in uniform, a flag hanging behind them.
>The one in the front looks a bit like Spitfire, minus a few differences.
>You point at it.
"Who's that?"
>She turns back to the photo and smiles, then slowly backs up to stand just beside you.
>"That's my mom, when she was a Wonderbolt."
>>26670237
>You take a moment to glance between the two.
>Her mom's mane and tail is literally Spitfire's, but darker.
>Like you lowered the brightness, and got a reddish and dark orange out of it.
>Her mane is shorter, but not spiky, slicked back from the wind while the rest is done up in a ponytail.
>Though her tail looks pretty long.
>Practically touches the floor.
>But it's, once again, smooth throughout.
>Her coat is also the same yellow, though maybe a bit darker.
>You could imagine sisters, instead of mother and daughter, honestly.
"Is your dad in this picture?"
>Out of your peripherals, you see her stiffen up a bit.
>Her eyes trail to the floor.
>"N-no, he wasn't a Wonderbolt…"
>There's a small moment of silence between you.
>During said silence, you quickly put two and two together.
>You calmly rub her ear and mane.
"My mom died while having me. I understand…"
>She nuzzles your hand and gets closer to you.
>Another moment of silence starts slowly creeping by.
"-So, you were saying about Luna visiting you?"
>She looks up at you, teary eyed and with a smile, obviously welcoming the change of subject.
>"Y-yeah, sh-she came yesterday t-to…"
>She pauses and sniffles, just staring at the ground.
>Taking to the floor, you bring her in for a hug and gently squeeze her.
>While you're sitting, your head only reaches to her chest.
>She sits on your lap and starts softly sobbing on your shoulder.
>She moves her rump forward, only to be closer to you.
>You soothingly rub her back and lightly rock her side to side in your arms.
>>26670245
>Had you had a chance to meet your mother, you may've been able to better understand her pain.
>But, well, you couldn't.
>Though, your dad would tell you stories about her.
>But when you got older, he told you he didn't like remembering her, because it only brought memories of the day you were born.
>And not in the sense that, well, you were born, but when she… passed on.
>Spitfire continues her sobbing.
>You're still trying your best to calm her down.
>And after a few more moments, she does, taking to just hugging you and resting her head on your shoulder.
>The moment only lasts a while, and soon Spitfire is in good working condition.
"Feeling better?"
>She softly nods.
>"Y-yeah… I-I'm good. Just haven't thought about him, recently."
>She rests her head on your lap and sighs.
>"…So, Princess Luna came to check up on me."
>You stay silent for her to continue.
>"She told me that the dream she visited with you worried her, and that she knew of some book that would take care of that, over in Canterlot."
>She shrugs.
>"Being part of the Wonderbolts, I had access to some of the more advanced books about dreaming. In there, I saw a method of war that involved invading the minds of any non-magical being while they slept."
>…That's pretty scary.
>Sone hardcore kind of psychological warfare, right there.
>"I know it was used for different reasons, but I thought it would be nicer to see you, rather than not have certain dreams…"
>She smiles cutely.
>You kiss her on the forehead.
"Well, I'm definitely glad you did."
>She moves forward and hugs you.
>You return the gesture and get comfortable.
>You blink, and the world arounds you fades into a bedroom, leaving you both lying on a fluffy-looking cloud bed.
>She cuddles your chest and let's out a small, content sigh.
>"I definitely made the right choice."
>>26670245
>Anon's mom died when having him
Im sad now
>>26670259
Aaaand he's back. Maximum feels-mode too, and a good subtle way of proving to both Anon and the reader that Spitfire is actually Spitfire.
>>26670259
Yay he returns! Now I'm sad. when can they get back together again properly, it's been so long
>>26616148
bump
>>26670457
Fuq, now I gotta figure out some different way my anon's mom died.
Also this part took for-god-damn-ever because I couldn't think of any ideas. I still kinda haven't.
> Dinner went by smoothly, and you set out for home.
> The sky is getting darker by the minute, and there aren't exactly street lights around.
> Though, you've always enjoyed the night-time.
> Made it easier to think.
> Which is exactly what you're doing now.
> Random thoughts, mostly, but there's one thing sticking.
> Spitfire.
> More specifically, what she said getting off the train.
> There's been some awkward boners when she sat on your lap, but she never said anything about it.
> It's probably just her joking, but...
> ... Eh, best not to think too hard.
> Besides, you're already home.
> Seeings as there's no lock, you turn the knob and head in.
>>26672976
Forgot to namefag edition
> Seriously, someone should invent this shit.
> Wait, you had a friend that did locksmith stuff.
> Didn't he teach you a little at some point?
> Ah well, maybe after the plane is built.
> You close the door and head to your bed.
> Slowly, trying not to hurt your legs or back, you strip down.
> Once you're in your underwear, you lay down and pull the blanket over you.
> And sweet Stalin's steely stache is this bed so much better than the hospital.
> Y'know, being actually big enough for you and all.
> Your eyes shut, and you drift off to dreamland.
>>26670259
>And then something fucks up as always causing Spitfires mind to meld with Anons because lol magic aint gotta explain shit
NOW WE WILL BE TOGETHER
FOREVER
>>26672981
Dassit, I got a birthday in a couple days, so so updates for a while.:c
>>26673031
Happy birthday soon bump
>>26673031
Happy Bday.
>>26669578
Not getting the reference
>>26669303
>You mark the page number with a pencil and get up.
"Hold on, one second!"
>Walking to the front door, you peek through the peephole.
>It's ya boi Blue Fast.
>With a turn and click, the door opens.
"What's up rainbro?"
>"Hey anon, mind if I come insideyou?"
>Wonder what she's up to...
"Eh uh, sure."
>She smiles and you step aside to let her in.
>Dash was one of your first friends when you arrived here.
>She found you in your burning car when you went through some sort of portal.
>Since then, you and her have been closer than siblings.
>She flies over your couch and lands on the love seat, stretching her legs and wings before sprawling out.
"So, what brings you to my trash can of a house?"
>"Huh? Oh right!"
>"Well, you probably know that estrus Is coming up."
>You nod and take a seat across from her.
>"A-and there's going to be a party in manehattans square."
>"I wanna go for the cider, but I'm afraid I might get in the mood while I'm buzzed and get pregnant."
>"A-and I thought maybe you cou-"
"So you want me to go and be your birth control?"
>She nods and smiles.
"Free cider, entertainment, and horny mares? I'm down."
>She flaps her wings and slams straight into your chest .
>"Great! Thank you so much anon!"
>She bear hugs you to the point of broken ribs.
"DASH. CANT. BREATHE."
>She let's go, and starts heading to the door.
>"Oh, before I forget. It's also an anonymous costume party, so wear something with a mask and make sure it's cool If your gonna roll with me."
"Yeah yeah yeah. What time?"
>"7:30, tommorow night. We'll be riding the train there, so be ready by 10 AM."
>With that, she leaves.
>>26674264
>You chuckle to yourself and stand up.
>A wet feeling brings your attention to the floor.
>She leaked all over your floor...
>Might as well pick out your costume.
>You walk towards the staircase and begin your acension up to your bed room.
>You have a general idea of what your going to dress up as.
That's all until I get outtawoods
>>26670259
Alrighty, I came down. Les do this.
>
>You wake yourself up with a snore.
>You blink for a moment.
>...Did you just finish falling asleep in a dream?
>Weird.
>You quickly wipe some drool from your face and pick your head up.
>On the desk, thankfully, is one stack of graded papers, and the answer key.
>Light is seeping into the room, pouring right into your face once you move an inch to the side.
>Sitting straight, you try to stretch out all of the kinks and sore areas your less than comfortable sleeping space left you.
>Well, at least you finished the damn papers.
>Rubbing your face, you stand up and slowly wobble towards the front door.
>Immediately on the other side is Cheerilee, ready to push the door open.
>She jumps back and just stares at you.
>"Anon? It's six in the morning! What are you still doing here?"
>You yawn.
"I finished the papers."
>She looks past your shoulder at the desk and breathes a sigh of relief.
>"So you did."
>Scanning you, she frowns.
>"...Would you like to get some coffee? You look like you need it."
>Coffee?
>...Well, it isn't a date, right?
>You already told her that you were with Spitfire.
>But in your tired, unthinking state, you slowly nod.
>A soft smile crosses her face and she returns the nod, then closes and locks the school door behind you.
>Then she starts walking into town, where you follow.
>There's a moment of silence between you.
>Out of your peripherals, you can see her blushing and staring at the ground.
>"So... I'm sorry for my... outburst, yesterday."
>Okay, there it is.
>You were hoping it wouldn't just be something you'd both ignore the whole time.
>A yawn escapes you as you talk.
"It's alright, Cheerilee. You couldn't of known I was with another pony, already."
>Though, you guess it's not official until you both have a make-up date somewhere.
>You should definitely invest in a map, though.
>Avoid those damn ghettos.
>There's another small moment of silence.
"Though... why me? Aren't there other stallions?"
>>26675301
Sorry, I knocked out for a moment.
>She slowly sighs.
>"...I-I don't know."
>You continue and wait for her to continue.
>But she doesn't.
>She just continues staring at the ground.
>"L-let's just get that coffee, alright?"
>She looks embarrassed to all hell.
>...Maybe coffee wasn't such a good idea, after all.
>Though you feel too damn tired to really argue.
>It's a quick walk over to this little cafe place you've always seen, but have never been to.
>You always choose the extra two minutes to walk towards the bar beside it, instead of going here.
>Cheerilee walks in first, bells above the door alerting your presence to everyone inside.
>And among those, you see a cream Earth pony and a minty green Unicorn look in your direction, then at you.
>"Oh, Anon, Cheerilee! Nice to see you both here! Short time, no see, huh?"
>You offer a small, tired wave, with an accompanying smile.
>Lyra looks as perky as ever, while Bon Bon looks extremely tired, and pissed off at everything the world has to offer.
>She turns back to her coffee and takes a long sip.
>Obviously not a morning person, for sure.
>Not that you are, either.
>Mornings are pure shit.
>"So, could I buy you guys coffee?"
>Cheerilee shakes her head.
>"Oh, no, that's not necessary-"
>"-Oh, 'course it is! Besides, the less bits I have, the less I get down here."
>She taps her flank.
>"You both would be doing me a favor, so Bon Bon can finally stop calling me a fat flank with HER fat flank."
>The mare in question lazily blinks both eyes out of rhythm and takes another long sip from her coffee.
>"Shut it, thunder thighs."
>Lyra hops off her seat and walks you and Cheerilee towards the front counter of the cafe, where a tired looking light brown pony stands, hoof propping up her left cheek while she watches a nearby sink drip.
>She glances at you three, then yawns.
>"Good morning, welcome to the Coffee Bean Supreme... orders up there."
>You look up at the chalkboard thing.
>Damn, there's so many choices...
puddi
>>26677821
>You don't feel like thinking about something like this.
>Too tired.
"Anything, as long as it has coffee."
>Cheerilee stares at the board for a moment, then smiles.
>"White mocha latte, please."
>Then she digs a bit in this small pouch you never bothered to notice earlier.
>But Lyra levitates some bits on the counter first.
>The pony behind the counter just lazily stares at the bits, then moves towards a machine.
>"It'll all be out in a moment."
>Cheerilee pulls out a bundle of bits and watches the pony grab the ones from the counter.
>She puts them back and looks at Lyra.
>"You didn't have to do that..."
>She simply smiles.
>"But I did, so enjoy it! Now, did you two want to sit with us?"
"I want to sleep."
>"Oh come on, the morning is the best time to be up! Don't be a Bon Bon!"
>The mare in question looks up from her drink and scrunches at Lyra.
>"Mornings are stupid. You're the only pony crazy enough to like them."
>"No, I'm just the only pony who appreciates the little things!"
>She levitates a small table over to the one beside Bon Bon and two chairs.
>"Now come on, sit!"
>You take a seat beside Bon Bon, with a tired look you're sure that she shares.
>Cheerilee and Lyra sit together, showing no signs of being the smallest bit tired.
>You rub your face with your hands and let out a small groan.
>When you bring your hands away, there's a cup in front of your face, held by a cream-colored hoof.
>"This is the strongest stuff they have. Just a sip will help."
>Through the pain of being awake, Bon Bon manages a small smile.
"Oh. Thanks."
>You hold the cup in your hand and slowly bring it to your lips and take a sip.
>It's bitter as all hell, aside from the small hint of sugar and cinnamon that's present.
>Then you notice that it's from the CUP, not the coffee.
>Or more specifically, from the pony who had a sip last.
>The thought brings a small warmness to your cheeks, as well as the coffee.
>The heat and this small discovery does well to wake you up a bit.
>TFW no cute firepone to go swimming with
>>26678773
>the morning is the best time to be up!
having just woken up, fuck this lyra. hard.
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>>26679690
I would love to.
>>26682110
kys
page nine bump
>>26616148
bump
>>26616148
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>>26616148
good night bump
>>26683248
>green post
>3 bumps
Well no wonder all the writefags here talk about Insurgency. None of you faggots are contributing with anything.
>>26685509
not many people here to contribute
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anybody here interested in strategy games or is it all first person shooters for you
>>26687173
I play about everything except for MOBAs. ive got like 160 games in my Steam library, so we might have something in common
>>26687173
What strategy games are you into?
>>26686080
>41 IDs
>3-4 writefags/drawfags
>theres nobody here
ok
>>26687173
Shiet, I don't think I own any strategy games, actually. I like to say that I don't stick to one genre, but I'm pretty sure I don't have one.
Or, I don't even know the definition of a strategy game, and have dozens.
My dick demands more spitfire lewds. Pls.
>>26687747
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>>26687909
>>26687173
>>26687342
>>26687386
>>26687545
I just recently got into Mius front. Fuck is it complex and crazy.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dt50SDXMwiE
>>26687173
Oldschool C&Cfag reporting. Still play a bit of Shockwave, SINS, and EaW from time to time.
>>26687909
Fuckin amazing, dayum. Pity the artist didn't decide to correct mistakes and finish it up.
>>26687173
I play Company Of Heroes a bunch
>>26687173
I enjoy a good game of Civ V and I love xcom.
>>26688650
Ive a few games in Civ 5, but turns out, i dont have really any strategy or multi player games, ive always done single player, Bluebird and Slav are the only people i've actually played a game with besides my brother in forever
>>26688732
>Oldschool C&Cfag
My nigga. Tiberian Sun and Firestorm were my two favorites. Generals was fun too, but EA is no Westwood.
>>26689468
TS really was the best. Nod was so hilariously broken until Firestorm came out, though.
> Fucking artillery everywhere
> Did you forget to concrete one tile of your base? Haha, subAPC + engineers = all your base are being sold by me
>Mobile repair vehicle fixes everything easy
> Rocket trooper spam can kill even Orca bombers
I liked the dark, kind of cyberpunk-ey/mid-apocalypse aesthetic that everything had too. Story wasn't bad either.
>>26689683
I always liked to replay the mutant missions.
>>26689741
Those were fun, yeah. The small team missions usually hit the right notes.
Except when you ran into those Tiberium horse-wolf things. Fuck those things.
>>26689989
You mean fiends?
>>26690019
Oh, yes. Fuck them with an ion cannon; hitting a patch those things with a small group was guaranteed to get you rekt.I wonder what ponies turn into if you expose them to enough Tiberium?
>>26689468
>>26689683
>tib sun + firestorm are favorites
Mah niggas.
Have you two heard of a standalone mod for TS called Twisted Insurrection? If not you should check it out. It has full campaigns for both factions (but they aren't complete yet, got around 16 missions each) and it's even got its own fucking OST!
>>26690128
>Check it out
Damn this looks slick
>All these new units
...even better
>Dem graphics overhauls
...and better!
>They have a complete story that references the other games
Holy s-
>Their soundtrack has Frank Klepacki doing parts of it.
Holy. Shit.
...welp, going to find my TibSun disks and see if I can get it to run on Windows 8.
>>26690316
Its standalone so you don't even need the original game!
>>26616148
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>>26674056
I miss my little toaster.
Amerifag here, tell me Slavs, where are you from zactly?
What's your opinion about america?
I'm curious, I've never considered how we might be affecting you, enlighten me if you will.
>>26691756
home of every single nigger ever
>>26691785
say that to my face fucker, you know what'll happen
>>26691817
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>>26691689
Rusland, Siberia
I, myself, don't give a shit.
Also, I've never ever seen a nigger in real life.
>>26687173
I play a fuckton of War Thunder.
Arma 3 as well.
>>26692118
Yeah, we know.
page 10 bump
Page 10 save before bed
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>>26687173
Wargame Red Dragon, Men of War 2 AS, HOI 3 and Vicy 2 here.
>>26690128
Yep, had it installed for about a year now.
page 9 boomp
Blue, start writin
cum back, bby:(
this was /spit/ now its /steam/
>>26697121
thats not what i meant. i appreciate the green, just its going from spitfire and a bit of insurgency to less spitfire and more steam games. i dont blame the writefags, anons just dont talk about anything else and instead just bump while the writefags have made up for it by hanging with each other. its upsetting to see it slowly be less and less about spitfire..also where the hell has Ivanon bluehorse and orangehorse gone?
>>26697242
Aye, I'm really to blame for that. I get distracted easily, and well, all the gifs and shit I posted haven't helped.
Sorry, you all.
>>26697242
>also where the hell has Ivanon bluehorse and orangehorse gone?
I question this as well.
Live. Liiiiive!
Safety bump
bampu
>>26701550
Farewell anon.
>>26701550
It's okay, Anon. Barring a few, character threads come and go. It's just how things are.
>>26692203
Worst thing is, that's not even all of my War Thunder hours. I played about 200 hours before I downloaded the Steam version.what the fuck is my life
>>26701550
best green best thread best writefag goty 10/10
>>26701550
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WChTqYlDjtI
>>26701550
>>26701550
Remember to keep playin with us if you can
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vD1yAEWpzeQ
>pg 10
Writefags pls live
>>26705548
I've written fic before, but haven't done much for this kind of format. Got any requests?
>>26705593
At this point, anything is a bonus
>>26705606
Well, you gotta give me something to work with.
>>26705593
Anon and Spitfire at a Wonderbolts Christmas party. Anon works papers, and they both don't know of each other.
They're both kinda left out while people socialize around them.
>>26678773
>"So then, Cheerilee, how goes the schooling? You haven't really told me much about what's going on down there."
>Her ears flop, and she sighs.
>"I'm getting more students from Manehattan in the spring. They're all just as bad as the places they come from."
>When you blink, you see your drinks being levitated over to you by a glowing, golden light.
>You immediately open the top of the cup and blow into it.
>Don't want shit to burn your tongue.
>"-And with all the new kids, comes new work. I've gone around town asking about anypony interested in teaching, because it's starting to get way too overwhelming for me...-"
>-OKAY, the coffee's still hot.
>"-I haven't gotten many restful nights because of it. But luckily, somepony came by and offered a hoof for FREE. I'm just wondering if he'll be willing to play as a activity coordinator, or maybe a substitute, should I ever get sick."
>-You're pretty sure this is a latte of some sort.
>It looks like it, because of how light the coffee is.
>"-Do you handle kids well, Anonymous?"
>You jolt at the sound of your name and look up.
"Wait, what?"
>Cheerilee and Lyra's looking at you.
>"Do you work well with fillies and colts?"
"...Well, I don't have much experience with kids, so I wouldn't know."
>"Would you be willing to TRY and work with them?"
>You raise a brow.
>"Because of all the work I've been under, in school and out, I haven't been able to plan any activities or field trips for any of the kids. I know it's a lot to ask... but... might you be willing to help me out, in that regard?"
>Activities?
>For kids?
>So, you'd be like, a counselor?
>-No, wait, the principal?
>...Someone who plans things?
>You take a moment.
>Well, it'd give you something to do, at least...
>But, KIDS?
>How would you...?
>"And you'd be able to get paid, should you take this position over the grading. It might take a while for Mayor Mare to approve, but she would definitely pay the school for another official position in the schoolhouse."
>>26706219
>And you'd also be getting paid for it?
>Not that you really care about the money, but you guess it'd be good to have after a while, maybe to save up somehow.
>...But you don't know the first thing about coordinating crap.
>Your eyes trail to your coffee.
"Well... I'm really underqualified for the job..."
>"Not to worry, Anon. I assure you, it's a very easy job."
>You're also not sure how to feel about this.
>Being given it by Cheerilee, who tried to kiss you yesterday, and avoided talking about it today...
>-You’re alright with her, of course, but because of all of that…
>Things might get a little weird.
>And, how many parents do you think would disapprove of your position?
>If the rumor around the town really IS that you eat ponies...
>...Though, if you took this job, maybe ponies would gradually start seeing good in you?
>Start thinking that you AREN'T some sort of lonely, pony-eating freak?
>You pause for another moment.
>Well, really, it’s either this, or you stay around in your house, only leaving to go see Lyra.
>And alcohol really isn’t an option anymore.
>It’s fairly difficult to ignore the plastic- or whatever the hell they have in your throat this time- that’s there.
>You mentally sigh.
>You would ask yourself, ‘what’s the worst that could happen,’ but you’re sure there are plenty of horrible things that could happen.
“…If you think I can, then, I guess so.”
>She and Lyra break out into a smile.
>You’re hoping this wasn’t a bad idea.
>You’re REALLY hoping this wasn’t a bad idea.
>Glancing at the table, you take a sip of your coffee, just to give yourself something to do while your mind reels around what you just agreed to.
>”-So, Anon! Wanna come back to the house with me and Bon Bon after this?”
>You spot the coffee mare’s ears perk up.
“Well, if it’s alright with Cheerilee, then I don’t really see why not.”
>The mare in question smiles.
>>26706027
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>>26706225
>”After all the work you’ve saved me from doing, it would be rude if it wasn’t.”
>It's weird to you how she's acting so… normal, after all that happened.
>Or maybe you're just weird for still thinking about it?
>…Nope, you're pretty sure that's weird.
>But you're probably just as weird, for not bringing it up, either.
>You take another sip of your drink.
>And now putting a bit more thought into it, you realize how damn good it is.
>And it’s got cinnamon.
>Lyra beams.
>”You like it? It’s what I always get.”
>You nod.
“What is it?”
>”Chai tea latte. Best drink ever.”
>Sounds weird.
>But it tastes good, so who gives a shit?
>After taking half the thing down, you start noticing the small glances from Cheerilee that you’re getting.
>They’re every once and a while, but they’re definitely there.
>Bon Bon and Lyra started arguing about raisins a while before you noticed this, so you don’t have much else to focus on.
>”I just don’t understand why anypony would want an old man grape! Like, grapes are perfectly fine themselves, so why do you have to shrivel it up and turn it into this, disgusting… THING?”
>”Because you can’t bake grapes into cookies, Lyra!”
>”Well, who says you can’t? I’m sure somepony’s tried it before- and why do they put dried fruit on cookies ANYWAYS? What if I just like oatmeal and want that, instead of horrifying dried lumps of hatred?”
>You lightly tap the side of your cup while you stare at it.
>Cheerilee looks like she’s really interested in the conversation, but the small looks you’re getting really say otherwise.
>After taking another sip, you find your cup to finally be empty.
>You shake it around, which brings Lyra’s attention towards you.
>She glances at all the other empty cups around her.
>>26706764
>”Oh, what time is it? I think we should get going!”
>Bon Bon’s eyes widen.
>”My bonbons! They might have overcooked!”
>The two get up from their seats, and all the cups are thrown with a golden magic glow.
>”Well, Cheerilee, thank you for joining us!”
>She turns to you.
>”And Anon, don’t throw up!”
>Throw up?
>What here would make you throw u-
>There’s a quick golden flash, and once it fades, you see the house before you.
>Then, you throw up.
>Bon Bon ignores you and barrels through the front door, while Lyra hangs back and pats you.
>”Yeah, advanced teleportation usually does that to ponies."
>"-THANK CELESTIA, THEY'RE OKAY!"
>Lyra lets out a relieved sigh.
>"And it looks like we get to live another day."
>When you're done practically throwing up your insides, you just stare at the ground, waiting until the feeling leaves you.
>You notice a golden glow cover your stomach, and the nauseating feeling leaves you in an instant.
>Lyra just smiles warmly when you look up at her.
>"Now come on, let's go inside."
>You take a deep breath, and nod.
>Following after her, you're immediately hit with more sugary sweets.
>It smells absolutely amazing.
>Like a sweet, sweet heroin for your soul.
>Bon Bon's messing around with those bonbons of hers, putting chocolate all over them.
>You don't even think you know what bonbons really are.
>You just know they exist, and they're a pastry.
>-And a pony.
>"Sooo, Bon Bon, are you going to let me have any of Bon Bon's bonbons, Bon Bon?"
>She stops and gives Lyra a flat look.
>"...No. Only because you had fun with my name."
>"-Aww, what? That's not fair! I couldn't resist!'
>Bon Bon doesn't budge.
>"-Alright, then! Two can play at that game! Just you wait!"
>And Lyra continues walking towards the room.
>"...I'll probably just take one when she isn't looking."
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>>26706770
If this runs with the idea that Spitfire is awful with children, this could be fucking hilarious.
>>26616148
good night bump
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>>26710541
Birthday Spiteful bump
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>>26713550
why is this funny while it shouldnt be
>>26714026
We are so dead inside its a joke now.
>>26709855
BAVACLAVA SPITS A CUTE!! CUTE!!
>>267067703 hours. It begins.
>Once Lyra opens the room door, you notice another familiar setting.
>Though, you're pretty sure they all have to be familiar to you.
>And this one you only saw last night.
>You step along the solid ground towards some couches you never noticed before.
>Lyra proceeds to scan and look around at the place.
>"A cloud house."
>She turns to you.
>"You live in a cloud house?"
>And before you can answer, her eyes drift towards the picture you pointed out yesterday.
>"Is this Stormy Flare's home?"
>Then she looks over at an award case.
>"-SPITFIRE's home? As in, the Wonderbolt Captain Spitfire?"
>You simply nod.
>"And you've BEEN in her home?"
>You shake your head.
"It was from a dream yesterday."
>"-Oh, so you DON'T know Spitfire?"
"-No, I do."
>"-But you said it was a dream."
"Yeah, she was in it."
>"-So then, you know her in your dreams, but not real life?"
"No, I do."
>"Do what?"
"I know her in real life, also."
>She pauses, mouth open and a hoof in the air.
>"...Okay. So, you DO know Captain Spitfire? In real life?"
>You nod.
"She came to me in a dream and made this setting."
>"...And how did she enter your own dream?"
"She apparently had access to some book allowing her to."
>Lyra pauses again.
>"So, you have no magic, then?"
>You nod.
>"-Okay, okay. Things are making sense again."
>>26715007
>She continues walking around the place, admiring everything.
>"Considering the money she makes, I thought her home would be a lot fancier."
>She holds a hoof under her chin as she examines her trophy case.
>"Must be a really humble pony."
>She turns back to you.
>"So, you said she came to you in your dream? Why's that?"
"Well, we're kind of a... thing."
>You wait for a disbelieving gasp.
>But there's nothing.
>She just looks confused.
"...She's my special somepony."
>"-OOOHHH, okay."
>She pauses.
>"Oh, okay."
>She scans you for a moment.
>"If you don't mind me asking, how did you two meet? I never expected anypony from Cloudsdale, especially the Wonderbolt Captain herself, to take a liking to any of us, 'simple Ponyville folk'."
>She spits the last word out like she's heard it billions of times.
>Also had a bit of a posh accent while doing so.
>You make yourself comfortable on the big blue couch in the room as Lyra walks over and does the same in the couch perpendicular to yours.
"I met her at a show, actually. Had backstage passes."
>She kicks it into attentive listening mode and nods.
"She asked me what the performance was like, and i said it was alright.Then everyone freaked out that I didn't have a bigger reaction, or seem starstruck to talk to her."
>Lyra nods.
"We went to a bar, both got drunk, and I took her to my house."
>Her eyes widen and she blushes a tad.
"I just remember something about accidentally giving her a wingjob, serving her spaghetti, and her crying on my floor while we were both cold and wet."
>Lyra just nods, looking off to the side slightly.
>"That sounds like a really confusing night."
>You simply nod.
"It sure was."
>A smile crosses your face.
"But the next day, she saved me from falling, we went out, and I came to terms with my feelings for her... with some complications beforehand."
>She nods again.
>"And have things been well between you both?"
>Your smile widens.
"I think the future looks good."
>>26715202
Wooooooo!
>>26715202
>"And what happened in the dream?"
>The memory of last night comes to mind.
"Well, I had previously been in HER dream, thanks to Princess Luna. But I was dreaming that I had just finished my work for Cheerilee, and that more of it just, suddenly appeared. She walked in and, we kind of just talked, then went to sleep IN the dream."
>You feel dissatisfied with the explanation.
>Should you actually get into detail about your relationship?
>Though she seems more like your friend- and a hint of your dad, no matter what, she's still a psychiatrist here to help you.
>You chew the inside of your cheeks.
>Lyra notices you like some kind of hawk.
>"...Something wrong?"
>She has that worried look on her face.
>One that tells you she genuinely cares.
>You know you should be as honest as you can, but is what you have with Spitfire part of what you need to talk about?
>A thought of your dad hits you.
>Then you think of what happened at the hospital.
>You bite your cheek too hard and wince.
>Then sigh.
"...Yeah. A lot is wrong, actually."
>She sits a bit closer to the edge of her chair, ears perking up.
"I just... I don't know, I kind of feel... guilty, for having her. A few things have happened to her, simply because I was practically neglecting myself."
>"How so?"
>You lie down on the couch and kick off your shoes before staring at the ceiling.
"Well for one, that first date we had, I came to terms with my feelings for her after she kissed me."
>Lyra just watches you, looking slightly confused.
"But IMMEDIATELY after, I didn't know how to react and ran away. She had gotten really comfortable with me, and even told me she felt she could be herself around me, so running pretty much told her that I no longer wanted anything to do with her, when in reality, I, well, didn't know what to say or do."
>She continues to listen, looking like she's taking a few mental notes.
>>26715202
>Unexpected sex, random food, crying while being uncomfortable
Story of being drunk in a sentence right there.
>>26715379
"Then, there was the fight with some random Griffons when we walked into the wrong neighborhood."
"And the time she punched a big fan of hers for being rude to me. Turns out she was the manager of that fancy restaurant, and it hit her in magazines."
>A shiver crawls up your back.
"And the most recent, where I was tired of seeing her take all the punishment for my own actions, and said we should see others..."
>You sigh.
"It hit harder than anything that had happened before... for both of us..."
>You feel your throat with a hand and take a deep breath.
"...But, I think things are looking up. Once I really looked at myself, things between us quickly became less tense."
>Another small smile finds its way up to your face.
"It's just a mystery how she stuck with me throughout all of it."
>Lyra mimics your smile.
>"Sounds like she really cares for you."
>You nod.
"Yeah, I even told her I love her."
>"Well... do you?"wow this song came on at the perfect moment. freaky.
>The question brings a warmness in your stomach and a sudden, relaxing wave over you.
>You feel like you did when you both shared a real, passionate kiss.
"Absolutely."
>She matches your smile again, and nod.
>"That's great. Having somepony always by your side helps out tremendously."
>You nod.
>And, as much as you don't like to think about it, not having her here with you sucks.
>But even very few married couples work together as one person.
>You run that sentence by yourself again.
>Married...
>It's weird how much weight that word has on you, now.
>Before, it was just something that you'd heard all the time.
>Just a word as normal to hear as 'I'.
>But now...
>When you hear that...
>You can't help but smile.
>...But, that's something to think about for later.
>You need to worry about the now, instead of getting lost in the, 'what can be' of things.
>"So you've both been alright since then?"
>You nod.
>"-Have you both committed to estrus, already?"
>Your mind stops.
"What?"
>>26716251
Sorry about that long wait. Internet went down for a while, and I passed out on the couch.
But this'll be it for a while.Not multpile days a while, mind you.
>>26716251
>>"-Have you both committed to estrus, already?"
>>Your mind stops.
>"What?"
Oh boy.
>>26716251
>>"-Have you both committed to estrus, already?"
>>26716251
>'Committed'?
>What does she mean about that?
>"You know that the season's almost here. Some mares are already trying to find mates."
"-But what do you mean by 'committed'? What does that mean?"
>She takes a moment to gather her thoughts.
>"Well, everypony knows that estrus can be a very... chaotic time, for everypony. When you have a very special somepony, by committing, you both agree to stay only with each other throughout the season, whether you're actually, um, WITH each other, or not."
>Silence lingers in the air while you silently process this new information.
>To you, estrus was pretty much just a guy holiday.
>Very, very few stallions stayed with their mares unless they wanted a kid.
>And even then, it wasn't for the entire day.
>From what you've heard, stallions have a really short stamina doing...
>You know.
>You've heard a few of them talking about it at the Ponyville Bar.
>All boasting about their 'thirty seconds'.
>And the ones that just came back from seeing them would usually be stupidly tired.
>All coming around to get a quick drink, relax a bit.
>One guy came in sweating, actually.
>That was...
>-Well, that's when you started buying drinks for your own home, instead.
>You pause when a thought hits you.
"...How do ponies choose their mates?"
>"Well, though it's a once a year thing, us mares think long term when choosing a mate. The majority, unless they're really desperate to just, rut everything in sight, won't take part in estrus with a partner, unless said partner is willing to stick around even after the season."
>Huh.
>>26718823
>How did you not know all of this for the four years you've been here?
>"-But we, instinctively, choose mates depending on their talents and personalities, so that they'll be a better fit for us long term. So, I, for example, have chased around for other stallions that play music, but quickly found out that they're all in Canterlot, and are a bunch of stupid rich jerks who think Ponyville is a 'simple' town."
>She finishes with a huff, crossing her hooves.
"Oh. Sorry to hear that..."
>She seems to realize who she's talking to, and sighs.
>"-Oh, it's fine. I'm not looking for foals, so I don't need a special somepony."
>"...But sheesh, are those guys rude..."
>You nod.
>Good thing you weren't really wanting to go there in the first place.
>Her earlier words seem to ring in your ear, as well,
>Mates depending on their talents and personalities...
>Is that why Cheerilee tried what she did?
>And if so, what about you is it that she likes?
"How can you all tell a guy's special talent and personality?"
>"Well, you talk to them. Though special talents naturally attract ponies towards each other. Nopony knows how exactly, so they usually just write it off as 'magic' and call it a day."
>Hmm...
>Well, you hadn't really talked to Cheerilee at all before her doing that.
>And do you even HAVE a special talent?
>And what is hers, anyways?
>-Well, teaching, of course, but you're no teacher.
>And you haven't really spent enough time with kids to know how well you do with them...
>Man, mares are confusing...
>"Why do you ask? Somepony hit on you?"
>You slowly nod.
>>26718995
Man, if that was 'normal' Spitfire before, I can't wait to see her when she hits estrus.
Spoots n spats bump
>>26720305
>>26720407
>tired to load image
>page crashes
this is a good image
>>26720305
>>26720407
>>26718995
>I see the green's glow!
>>26720464
Huehuehue
morning page nine bump
>>26713550
>>26644221
>"muh Fireking"
NIGGA
LISTEN
LISTEN
NIGGA LISTENplz dont ever leave me again
>>26722282
Uh, y-yeah, sure
>>26722592
>my thread
Excuse me?
>>26722640
We're all communists here, so its OUR thread, now go to gulag
>>26722878
bump
>>26722592
I've been here the whole time
I am everywhereI am eternal
>>26724518
You would make a great Necron.
