dweeb
>>26677486
You are the hero we need and deserve.
>>26686093
Qt lizard and Shy catbutt? Yes please sir I want it pumped directly into my blood stream
Catbutt
>>26686610
This,we need you back in our lives.
Also,anyone has some coolno hooves/pawsgreen about Anon and gilda?
Bumerino,pls don't let this thread die
>>26687001
Here have this
http://pastebin.com/iQczRfsh
>>26688119
thank you very much anon
>>26687001
http://pastebin.com/ssJWX8z1
http://pastebin.com/E1h5bWdt
http://pastebin.com/KzW1utGP
>>26687001
Get your penis ready
http://pastebin.com/KWqmcpTv
>>26688354
These always get me
Hoping for more Gilda green.
Anyone remembers that one green where Gilda's coco pommel's roomie,thinks anon is a burglar,nearly kills him and fell shit about it?
Cant find it anywhere
Does anyone think that Celestia has any royal bakers in Canterlot that could outdo Gustave le Grand?
>>26692305
Now I'm just picturing the griffon chef, Gordon Osprey, and his shows Tartarus' Kitchen and Kitchen Nightmares.
Stalker writefag here, continuing story from >>26672278 in case you haven't read it
>The thick early morning swamp mist allowed you to move quickly and safely
>The trails were clear of any bandits and the creatures seemed to still be sleeping
>You reached the Machine Yard come mid-morning, seemingly clear of danger
>You wander around the yard a bit expecting to run into Clear Sky members
>Or maybe Renegades
>Your hand instinctively reaches for your holster, but only and empty wind blows through the structures
>A rusty creaking can be heard somewhere on the grounds, but besides that all is quiet
>Breathing a sigh contempt you decide you're safe enough
>Looking back for the first time in nearly four hours you see the same empty wasteland you always have
>Except for some movement at the far end all seemed quiet
>Feeling a pang of fear in the pit of your stomach you pull out your binoculars to have a look
>"They just found our trail."
>Gilly had spoken before you even raised them to your eyes
>"The watchtower we came from, there's a couple soldiers at the bottom."
>You peek through your visor just to make sure
>After a few seconds of scanning the horizon you finally spot them
>They were too far away, even for the binocs to pick up what they were doing
"I'm guessing they're going to call it in, a full search party will be looking for us before nightfall."
>"Then let's keep moving."
>Gilly's voice seemed far away
>Dropping the binoculars you find her walking halfway across the yard
>Cursing silently you store the binoculars again and rush after her
>You at least wanted to check up on the stash you had hidden nearby
>A murder of crows flew up from the fields below as you caught up with Gilly
>You speak in a hushed tone
"Wait."
>A dull beep makes you reach into your pocket
>Several other PDA's were popping up ahead
>Turning yours off you grab hold of Gilly's wing and drag her behind you
>"Let go of me you-"
"Shh. Quiet, we got company."
>>26693757
>Black and Red clad stalkers emerge from the tall grass and enter the yard, some just hopped over the broken fence
>They walk in like they own the place
>Gilly is crouched beside you
>The both of you took refuge in the loft of the nearest building
>You watched from a crack in the roof as they walked away and towards Clear Sky
>You didn't dare speak
>"who are they?"
>Gilly on the other hand didn't know any better, but at least she had the presence of mind to whisper
>You raise a finger to your lips
>A voice came up behind you
>"Hey look at all these goodies I found!"
>You cursed silently, they had found your stash
>Another voice rose up from the yard asking him what it was
>"It's an SMG and a couple of cans of food. Hey! There's even two grenades here!"
>"We're soldiers not thieves. Leave it for the poor soul to come back."
>"Hey, you're a soldier but I'm a mercenary. Besides what if he doesn't come back? It would sure be a waste."
>"I said no. But on second thought bring the grenades and ammo at least, the military might be stingy with supplies."
>You hear a metallic clang as the door on your powerbox stash is closed
>At least they left you the food, and maybe even the smg
>You felt a twinge a hope before you saw the mercenary walk by with a can in his hand
>Before you could drool over your lost treasure a shockwave hits the area
>"EMISSION! FIND COVER!"
>Duty troops rushed the building you were hiding in
>You couldn't chance one of them spotting you
"Gilly, run."
>You jump down from your hiding place and roll when you hit the ground
>Several Duty members jump in surprise as you land
>Looking up over your shoulder you still see the Griffon in the loft and wave at her
>"Come on!"
>One of the duty men calls out to you
>"No, wait! You'll be killed!"
>>26693771
>The man ran inside as Gilly landed behind you
>Several other brave men went back outside to watch you run away
>"Come back Stalker! We have an emission!"
>Gilly floated next to you
>"Where are we going?
>You spoke between breaths as you pumped your legs
"A farmstead...just north...renegades. I don't think they'll mind."
>Ahead of you the sky began to catch fire
>You ran as quickly as your legs could carry you with Gilly at your side
>A sudden quake made you stumble and fall over yourself
>Gilly too took a spill and dropped her artifact
>The world became red and you knew you had run out of time
"Gilly! Gilly you have to fly to that farm!...Save yourself!"
>Gilly looked at you scared and confused
"GO!"
>Gilly took off without another word
>She must've known you'd be fine
>The last blowout caught you all outside as well, it was you who led everyone to safety
>You produced a bottle of Vodka from your pack and started downing it
>As you walked towards the nearest pond you nearly trip over the artifact
>Not wanting to leave it behind you bend over in a semi drunken stupor to retrieve it
>You held it up to the sun to inspect more closely
>Through hazy eyes you see Gilly just reaching the farmhouse and diving inside an attic window just before the emission hit
>You yourself jump into the nearest lake to avoid the worst from the attack
>The bottle never leaving your lips
>You watch it wash over your radioactive pool as the heat from the water comforts you
>As the bottle empties you continue to hold your breath
>Just another day in the zone
Not sure if anyone is reading this but at least it keeps the thread alive for that other writefag to return
>>26686093
bump
>>26686093
bump
>>26693781
Im reading fellow stalker
And you are doing gods work
>>26689145
>>26689145
This is pretty nice.
>>26696808
Over dose Trixie
>>26687001
>hooves
Pg 9 again
>>26698073
Damn this board's busy today
Bump it
>>26699537
I'm about to go request a grease monkey human gilda in the draw thread
>>26699537
Three things come to mind.
>1.) Gilda and Anon are a racing team, possibly with debts to less than reputable people, and need to win the big race.
>2.) Anon and Gilda in an Around the World in 80 Days scenario as a point of their own pride, and to shatter someone else's.
>3.) Motorboats.
>>26699664
>Motorboats
You mean they're racing them. R-right?
>>26699719
That can be in there too.
>>26689145
>Actual graphic rape with actual rapist psychology
Maaaan, I can fap to diapers, traps, trannies, hyper, mild cbt, public humiliation, women, men, pones, actual horses, wedgies, pantsing, bondage, hard flogging, foodplay, watersports, gaping, enf, enm, cmnf, cfnm, cfnf, cmnm, pegging, fisting, post-orgasm torture, electrostim, overstimulation, tease and denial, sph, and furry incest kiddy porn but this is
not
my
fetish
I see you like Gilda.
Have a few doodles of her, of various ages and stages of completion.
>>26700257
lol bronies are furfags
>>26700090
I'm going to assume you're joking.
>>26700257
Looking forward to seeing this one finished
Reminder that Griffonstone ruined all the "proud warrior race" headcanons and that Griffons are all third-world shecklebirds.
>>26700268
And this is all I can find so far. Enjoy.
>>26700487
Alternate universes still exist.
>>26700348
Nah, that psychological trauma shit doesn't do it for me.
>>26686929
that;s a butt-cat
>>26700808
people like you are why griffons are seen as autistic anon.
>>26700487
So they're less germanic, more semitic, who cares? Doesn't mean they're jewish. They could be phoenecian or carthaginian or something.
>>26700487
So if they made a show about humans, and they only showed India, would that mean the entire world has designated shitting streets?
>>26700487
>Anon goes to the Equestrian version of Hollywood
>Everything is run by griffons
>>26701095
this needs to be a thing.
What male in Equestria do you think would have the best chance at dating Gilda?
>>26702970My OC
>>26702970
Thunderlane?
Idunno, all of male pegasus in show seems so selfish and egoistic. None of them cant probable satisfy Gildas daily dose of compliments of her coolness.
>>26702970
Snowflake
>>26702363
Thats pretty hot
>>26703699
Kiddie-fiddler Gilda?
>>26686093
bump
>>26693781
reading it btw
>>26700090
Aw, man, it was pretty fun, it wasn't about rape anyway. Just a psychological novel
>>26703932
sorry i meant bulk biceps. was thinking of one of his fan names before he got one in the show.
because hes a yes (YEAH!) sayer thatd just agree with gildas ego
Some quick catbutt sketches from flockmod earlier.
>>26702970
She probably wants a nice Griffon guy that she can make a nest and eggs with.
[Spoiler]>tfw this will never be you [/spoiler]
>>26702970
Someone who challenges her but also puts up with her bullshit with a shrug and an even head. You'd have to be a thick skinned individual to deal with a girl like that or you'll be always angry/upset.
>>26706513
>tfw you will never pester Twilight to transform you into a griffon so you can get that cat pussy
>>26686093
I daawww'd, and I almost never do that.
>gomenasai, my name is Catbutt (that's Gilda for you griffons)
What secret guilty pleasures do you think Gilda has? I bet she loves plushies.
>>26708664
I bet she's into being a submissive catburd
>headcanon that she likesbaking
>Griffonstone episode comes outwhat a feeling that was
>>26708664
>Gilda loves sappy, saccharine romance movies. The kind that are laser-guided feel nukes.
>Curled up clutching a pillow as the Big First Kiss is about to happen
>Anon makes a joke and ruins the moment.
>She decks him with the pillow.
>It's a feather pillow so it hits like a brick.
Live
So does she have a cat pussy or a bird pussy?
>>26711661
The back half is lion, so cat cooter.
Nighty-night.
>>26709815
>You and Gilda sit across from one another on your couch
>The both of you stare at the television in front of you
>You didn't much care for the show but Gilda loved it
>Tonight's episode was advertised as the mother of all 'will they, won't they?' episodes and Gilda had prepared herself well
>Various snacks and boxes of tissues lined the space around you as Gilda alternated between gorging herself and bawling
>"If any pony knows of any reason why these two should not be wed, let them speak now or forever hold their peace" announces a priest presiding over the big wedding of Ronaldo and Sadina
>"Wait!" comes the cry from the back of the wedding hall
>The camera pans backwards and reveals the mysterious stallion to be Ronaldino; Ronaldo's third evil twin brother
>"This guy again?" screams Gilda and grips the edge of the couch with her clawed talons, tearing into the padding
>You hastily hold a cushion in between the two of you to shield yourself from her rapidly wagging tail
>You turn back to the television and find that in the 20 seconds you'd stopped watching approximately 7 long lost siblings had appeared
"This goddamn ridiculous" you say out loud
>Gilda's eyes smolder and she shoots you the most furious look you'd ever seen from her
>You keep your mouth shut and sit in perfect silence for the remainder of the program
>...
>"You may kiss the bride"
>Ronaldo and Sadina lean in and as they kiss one another Gilda lets out an uncharacteristically shrill scream of jubilation
>Why, it was almost feminine of her
>She shifts between laughing and crying before launching herself at you and, in her ecstasy, showering your face with kisses
>She realises her gaffe and quickly pulls back, eyes bulging
>Oh good, Gilda was back
>Cheeks aflame, she snatches up a poster of Ronaldo before scrambling into her room and slamming the door shut
>You faintly hear the sound of bed springs from behind the door
>You really should learn to avoid her when she gets like this
>>26712494
>showering your face with kisses
These are called pecks, and are not a good thing
>>26686093
But anon, what are they doing together? Why does Spike look so embarrassed?
>>26713486
Spike's just a little shy.
>>26686093
bump
>>26719334
Moar r63 Gilda please
>>26719334
>Look at the wings, breasts, and thighs on that bird
>unf
Live
>>26707519
Haven't come across those memes in years
Nighty-night.
Why does she have the least amount of shit art compared to overall amount of her art?
I mean when you search for Rarity you get pages of shit and one or maybe two good pictures, but with Gilda the quality is much higher.http://rule34.paheal.net/post/view/1560170#search=Gilda
Best Gilda art, prove me wrong.
>>26686093
bump
>>26722561
It feels like the opposite for me. It feels like most of her art sucks, as most of the good artists never draw her.
>>26712494
This gave me an idea
>Anon and Gilda are total buddies
>It's the 'just-bros-but-secretly-wanna-fuck' relationship that is popular in grentexts across /mlp/
>After a night of drinking at their regular hangout Anon finds himself in a couch at Gilda's place, watching tv
>He doesn't really care for the show, but it could be cool just chilling with your friend, right?
>As time goes on Anon realises that no, it's not cool
>The show is atrocious and every passing minute he grows more and more irrate
"This show sucks, Gilda. If you don't put on something else I'm gonna leave!"
>"WHAT?! Fuck you, Anon! It's the 'will they, won't they?' episode of this season and I'm not gonna miss that for anything."
"This is the real 'will they, won't they?' right here!"
>Anon says while pointing back and forth between Gilda and himself
>Being slightly to drunk to realise what he just said, Anon stands up and walks determinedly toward the door
>He leaves, unaware of the furious blush on Gilda's face behind him
>>26724995
Seems pretty good so far
Pic unrelated.
>>26687001
>no paws
normies gtfo
REEEEEEE
>>26700090
>not liking >Rape
Get the fuck out.
>>26702970
Anonfuck yo canon
>>26686093
bump
>page 10
>>26728318
dont let it die
>>26729347
Thats aludicrouspost
>>26729551
Bumping with rage
Nighty-night.
>>26689553
I remember that one being quite nice.
I can't, however, recall the title or the writefag.
>>26686093
bump
>>26732994
Gilda in revy's clothes
>>26735099
>being cucked by the cuck
Truly the mist pathetic person on this board imo
>>26686093
bump
Stalker writefag here, got banned for posting griffon pussy but I'm back and will post later tonight
>>26686093
bump
>>26737497
You little rebel, I like you
So, are Griffons badasses, jews, or douchebags.
>>26738717
All of the above.
>>26738717
They're assholes.
>>26738668
It was an accident. I swear.
>>26693781
Continuing
>You emerged after you were sure the emission had passed
>Unfortunately for you it wasn't
>The amount of alcohol you had taken to the head dulled the pain in your brain though
>Enough to the point that you didn't immediately black out
>Whatever the matter if you didn't move now you'd die of radiation poisoning before you went crazy
>Stumbling onto the muddy bank you craw back onto the path, you blink once and find yourself in front of the farm
>Your groggy, addled mind can't comprehend the time skip
>All this seemed fine to you, even the renegades passing by seem natural
>Their moaning and wailing left you all too soon and you really only noticed when you bumped into a wall
>A flurry of feathers enravel you before you wake up for the second time that morning
>Someone called your name
>Opening your eyes only serves to drive a sharp pain through your head, temple to temple
>You close them again and offer another silent scream accompanied by an abated breath
>You press your hands against your head hoping to counteract the headache
>Rough talons wrap around your own hands and squeeze slightly
>It helps get you together enough to take a peek at your helper
>Gilly breaks her usually cool demeanor by seeming worried
>"Are you okay?"
>You grit your teeth and try to nod
>Gilly backs away from you as the pain begins to dull
>Staring at the floor you find the softball sized artifact between your legs
>Secretly you were happy you didn't let go of it
>Even if it meant your life, which it usually did, you wanted to resell it to Freedom
>Your sopping wet clothes were the next thing to draw your attention
"Stand back Gilly, I am beings of radioactive."
>Vodka brought out the Slav in you
>"What do you mean?"
"Lookit."
>You reach out with your PDA and show her the Geiger counter
>She peers into it
>"Look at what?"
>>26739740
>You wave it around drunkenly and present it to her again
>"There's nothing there."
>Feeling pissed off you bring it up to your face to read it
>A drunk man reading radiation measurements to a griffon, nothing could go wrong there
>AHA! Just as thought, it read nothing
>No radiation in the present area
>You smile stupidly as you tap it
>Your smile is wiped away as another wave of pain washes away
>Sure you were drunk, but you never misread the geiger counter
>Hell half the times you read it you were already drunk
>So why now?
>"You're not radioactive. Wouldn't that thing be clicking if you were?"
>You waved it all over your body but again registered nothing
"How is this of happening?"
>"I don't know, but we better keep moving."
>Gilly turned for the door but stopped
>"The, uh, "blowout"? It should be over now, r-right?"
>You stare at the counter until you hear faint shots being fired
>"That should be them. I saw them leaving for that other place before you came in."
>Snapping out of your confusion you pick up the artifact and run for the door in a drunken stupor
"Da, blowout is over now. We move, to Agororoprom."
>Coming out the back of the building you rush for the railroad tracks
>"Wait for me you idiot. Where are we going?"
"Agrapronom. Agara-Agro. We are movings to research institute and base of Duty."
>"I thought they were the enemy!?"
>You trip as you reach the base of the hill and start clambering up the side
"But Duty is of leavings their base. Must be working with military's to kill us both. Do not worry, Stalker base is also nearby. They can be of helping."
>Reaching the summit you struggle with the barbed wire while Gilly soars overhead
>Looking back as jump over you find the Machine yard under siege, both of them
>You rub your eyes and look away for fear of going crosseyed
>"Is the Freedom base nearby too?"
>You wait until roll unwittingly to the bottom of the hill to respond
>>26739817
>"Oof! Freedom is not nearby, but next to garbage. Garbage is on the main road, the military will pass through. We go through Agoroprom, get help, then we move behind garbage in hidings of the military. Then we reach the Dark Valley, and Freedom. FREEDOM!!!"
>You scream the word at the top of your lungs for no apparent reason other than Vodka
>"Will you keep it down!? Why'd you drink that stuff anyways?"
"For kuring of radiation."
>"But you're not radioactive."
>You stop in your tracks before entering the woods
>The exercise helped you clear your head a bit
>And now that you thought about it, it really didn't make any sense
>Vodka cleans radiation from the body, but certainly not clothes
>The only other explanation would be an artifact protecting you
>It suddenly clicks in your head and you pull out the crystal from your pocket
>Looking at it through blurry, semi sober eyes you definitely saw a faint glow it didn't have before
>But what did you know? You were drunk
>Still you peered at it incessantly until Gilly floated back to you again and snatched up her artifact, hovering in midair
>"I'll carry this if it keeps you moving, Stalker."
>She flew ahead again forcing you to jog to catch up to her
>You've seen anti radiation artifacts before so it wasn't too surprising
>Still none of them were crystallized
>You put the notion out of your head, you needed what little brainpower you had to find your way to Agroprom
>The biggest problem you had in the forest was a pack of blind dogs
>Coming out on the other side you spot the walls of the institute far off in the distance
>They were dispatched quickly by Gilly who said she wanted to keep in hunting shape
>There were no quarrels with you
>Just as you thought, as you approached the facility it lay barren in your path
>The plains around it were completely silent
"Here is where we tread careful. The underground was cleared recently but that only means more mutants will kome."
>"Underground?"
>>26739859
>You point to the hills
"Tunnels and bunkers, built by Soviet cold war dickheads of great glory and poor thinkings."
>You motion Gilly to keep moving, the Stalker base seemed busy as usual
"Tunnels stretch underground, pop up everywhere, and that is why mutants are everywhere."
>Gilly scanned the area
"No mutants now, the kome later...maybe tonight."
>"When were the tunnels cleared?"
>You scratch your greasy matted hair
"Perhaps one, no two. Yes, two days before we met. Duty pays well."
>Gilly went silent for ten full meters
>"What do you mean they pay well?"
>Her feathers, along with her fur began to ruffle up and her wings spread out a bit
"They were not of wanting to lose any of their boys, so they pay me and couple other crazy stalkers for to do their dirty work."
>You shake your head
"Not easy work. Two men die but three men live, they still pay us the same. No bigger cut like promised."
>You spit on the ground
>"I do not like being cheated, but at least i get job."
>Gilly paused behind you
>"You worked for Duty? You said they were the enemy!"
>You stop only when your drunken mind notices her absence
>Turning you spot her in attack mode
"Gilly, in the zone enemy means whoever is wanting to kill you. Not all the time, just sometimes. Now is one of those times."
>Gilly calms down when she hears you explanation
>"So then, are the stalkers..?"
"Nyet. Stalkers only enemy with Bandits, lazy punks steal from others for not wanting of job. Come, we are almost home."
>You walk ahead expecting to hear her footfalls and maybe a bit of grumbling
>That's not the case as approach two nervous looking guards
>>26739877
>Gilly watches you talk them into lowering their weapons
>Making some hand gestures she collects that you shared information about the artifact
>She gripped it tightly in her claws
>Finally one of them nods his head in approval and you motion for her to come over
>You watch as Gilly approaches slowly, almost awkwardly, towards your location
>The guards are equally as uneasy
>You undestood their disposition
>Gilly was a large creature after all
>Her head came to chest level and was tipped with a beak you knew to be deadly
>Each of her 'hands' could easily wrap around a human head and tipped razor sharp talons
>And not that you thought of her as heavy but her lion body was almost certainly more than 100 kilos
>Yes, Gilly was a dangerous creature from the zone, anybody would be wary of her
>She stared coldly at the three of you as she reached you, not saying a word
>An eerily clear memory rushed your mind as you remembered the day you met her a week ago
>She didn't want to speak then either
"Uh. Ah. Fellas, this is my favorite creature of the zone. She's a griffon, i don't know her name, but she lets me call her Gilly."
>The guard looked at you funny
>"She lets you call her..?"
"Yeah?"
>The other guard chimed in
>"How do you know it's a she?"
>"Shut up Igorov. Are you saying she can talk?"
"Yes. Right Gilly?"
>You turn to her but she only stares back
>>26739903
>Laughing it off you face the guard again
"She's a little shy. But listen guys, I'd love to stay and chat but Duty is all over my ass right now. Is general Krylov here?"
>"Sure, he is upstairs as usual. But what is happening with Duty? They just up and left this morning."
"I'll tell you later, after i talk with the general, if he doesn't tell you himself. But Clear Sky camp is gone."
>"What do you mean? Did the Renegades finally win?"
>You shook your head
"This was the military."
>"But the military doesn't move into the zone. They even abandoned their warehouses."
"That's why i want to talk to Krylov."
>"Then quit wasting your time here Stalker, get moving."
>The guard motioned you inside
>You made sure to have a hand around Gilly's shoulder to let others know she was harmless, mostly
>Either way you still garnered the attention of every pair of eyes around you
>Back at the door the two guards were talking amongst themselves
>"What do you mean is she a she?"
>"I just wanted to make sure."
>"Why?"
>"Trachenko, it's been five years since i've been with a woman."
>"So you want to have sex with a creature from the zone!?"
>"What!? No! That's disgusting! Come on, man!"
>"Well then?"
>The guard shrugged
>"I just wanted to hear a girl's voice. That's all."
I might post more later tonight, if i can get it done Stalker and Gilly might just get past the garbage
>>26739982
Submissive tsundere catgirl a best
>>26733658
Well, here's more fuel for the fire in your pants.
>>26740228
My wang had to take a vacation after i saw that pic.
>>26740058
I was actually going for Kuudere. But i can see that too.
>>26740058
eyyy Kurenko is the best! Oriemo was a great anime but that ending thou man. i didnt lke it
>>26740657
https://cs.sankakucomplex.com/data/e4/cc/e4ccc4014954ff6317b46d29ef6e02a0.png?4491125
https://cs.sankakucomplex.com/data/b5/df/b5df6947b079be22761c368af9864bdf.jpg?997600
>>26740735
my friend you truly are the real MVP
>>26739956
>"So, the military is finally making it's move. To think it took them this long."
>The general looked out the window at a rapidly darkening sky
>"It will rain before too long."
>You and Gilly sat at his desk enjoying your first meal of the day
>Sausages, cheese, and bread. A Stalker's delight
>Krylov insisted you gorged yourselves as he proclaimed you would have a long journey ahead of you
>An old wiry man in a lab coat entered the room
>"Anatoly? How is it coming?"
>The old man beamed at the question
>"Marvelous! I've never seen anything like it! Come, come."
>Gilly shovels down her food and follows behind Krylov with you in tow
>You carried your food intent on enjoying it
>Anatoly had set up the artifact in a sort of containment sphere with various bulbs and coils sticking up around it
>Several wires led to an outdated computer running some sort of simulation
>Three graphs in dimming green light on the screen seemed to measure distinct measurements
>Gilly looked at the container apprehensively
>"Now, we all know the artifact absorbs radiation. What is astounding is how it neurtalyzes the radiation. Here..."
>He pointed to a seemingly straight line that hardly wavered
"This is the amount of radiation it absorbed from the pool you jumped in. As you can see it barely registers as a reading."
>Krylov studied the line
>"You're saying it has room for much more correct?"
>"Exactly! Those pools have enough concentrated radiation to kill a man in a matter of seconds, but to this artifact it is hardly anything. Now see here?"
>Again he pointed at a line that vibrated constantly and produced the occasional bump
>"This is the energy output of the artifact."
"Energy output?"
>The scientists smiled brightly
>"Yes! This artifact is converting the active half-life of the radiation into pure energy!"
>"How doctor?"
>"I have no idea!"
>He laughed heartily as you pointed at the third graph
"What's that one?"
>>26740779
>His grin faded slowly when you mentioned it
"Well, that is the one small problem with the artifact."
>The third graph spiked wildly every 3 seconds or so
>"How shall i put this? Because of the energy output the artifact also creates a weak radio signal, the less energy it produces the weaker the signal. Think of it as a sort of beacon that anyone can hone in on with the right equipment."
>Krylov frowned
>"I imagine the military has such equipment."
>The doctor turned off the computer and disconnected the container
>"I would imagine so, but as it stands now the signal is too weak for anyone outside this room to detect it."
>Both you and Krylov breathe a sigh of relief
>"Young man, did Mikhail tell you anything else about this artifact? Any detail would be helpful"
>You shake your head no
>"He just shoved it in my hand and told me to come to you. He died two seconds later."
>You pull out the rag he gave you and spread it before you
>It looked like an old stained labcoat torn half to shit
"He wrapped it in this and told me to talk to you. Sorry doc."
>Anatoly stopped unplugging cables to look at you
>"What is that?"
>He stretched his hand out to the breast pocket when a Krylov's radio burst to life
>"General, the army has been spotted moving out of the swamp, they're headed down the main road towards the garbage."
>"This is Krylov, acknowledged. Stay out of sight. Well Stalker, it sounds like your friends are dying to catch up with you and your little songbird."
>Gilly turns her eyes to Krylov then immeditately lowers her head
>Her feathers ruffle a bit in what you think is the griffon equivalent of a blush
>Still her sight turns back to the containment sphere sitting on the scientist's desk
>"Doctor, return the artifact. We have no need for it."
"Whoa, wait. What are you saying?"
>>26740789
>You nearly choke on the food in your mouth as you speak
>"What I am saying is, i don't want that troublesome thing in my base. Take it somewhere else, bury it, i don't care what you do with it, just get it away from my men."
"Hold on. What about a reward? I almost died twice getting this thing here."
>"Is money all you think about Stalker?"
>Krylov spoke as the scientist tentatively handed back the artifact, enclosed in the sphere, to Gilly
"Well...no...but..."
>"Even if i wanted to pay you I don't think you'd be able to get it away from her."
>Following his gaze you found Gilly staring daggers at you
>Reeling from her voiceless threat you find yourself take a step back
>You already knew she'd have no problem dismembering you
"...Fine. I won't ask for any money. But, well, you were fine with it the first time they took it away from you!"
>Gilly maintained her cold stare
>"I am afraid i may be to blame for that little misunderstanding. You see Mikhail was only, er, renting the artifact from your friend. He communicated with me and we talked about passing it back and forth, for research purposes of course."
>Anatoly sighed before he turned around and opened a locker to pull out a pair of yellow lead pajamas
>He continued to speak as he put them on
>"However the situation is different now. The military has caught wind of his first notes on the artifact, again it was most likely my fault. I insisted that we communicate via a CB radio last night, how foolish i acted. I intend to make good for my faults though as i will accompany you to the center of the zone."
"What? The center? Why?"
>>26740795
>"There is a mobile research lab in yantar. Another colleague of mine is there, no doubt he will want to investigate this matter a little further."
>You were just about to open your mouth in protest when he held up a finger
>"Before you say anything Stalker, I will pay you for your services. Double, in fact, for your troubles getting here. I assume that is alright with you?"
"Can you pay 8,000 rubles so easily?"
>The doctor cinched his body suit up
>"Of course, we are a big organization. But only if we leave now."
"No problem. Gilly, we move."
>Outside you load up your sawn off shotgun and pray it doesn't jam anymore
>Your party was just leaving the base when Krylov stopped you
>"Stalker, wait up."
>He handed you a Molle belt with a noticeably large pouched attached
>"For your friend, to help her carry her burdens."
"Thank you general."
>"Is that all you're carrying?"
>You turn the weapon in your hand
"I lost my rifle in the woods. Bloodsucker scared the shit out of me."
>Krylov nodded in understanding
>"Well, it won't do."
>He looked between the two guards guarding the entrance
>"You two, go with the Stalker and provide him protection."
>"But sir, what about the military? We want to help protect the base just in case."
>Krylov put his hand on the guards shoulder
>"This is a more important mission. Besides we've put out an APB for all Stalkers in the area to convene on our location. We will have enough arms to defend ourselves if necessary."
>The two guards looked at each other and shrugged.
>"Yes, sir."
>Thunder rolled over the fields around you
>"Go, now. The storm will offer cover for you."
>>26740803
Fuck it, I didn't proofread this one. I already stayed awake later than I intended. Good night faggots
Nighty-night.
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page 9 no
page 9 stahp it
>>26686093
catbutt threads are the best
>>26708664
I bet she's into real hardcore cuddles
>>26743995
I bet she keeps classy playpony mags out in the open.
I bet she even saves the centerfold where theytouch lipswith each other.
>>26744089
>Beneath her stack of porn, at the very bottom, is her secret stash of Better Nest and Gardens.
>She has the most sappy, cliche dreams of a family.
>She's not just gonna be a homemaker, but it doesn't mean they can't have the best damn nest in the rookery.
>>26686093
mmmm
>>26744269
Fag.
>>26744221
>Gilda is scrapbooking her future family memories.
>She cuts out individuals from several magazines and pastes her face over them
>She has two kids. Luke and Leia
>Her husband is a successful businessman who comes home every day to a home cooked meal
>And they often vacation in the mountains of Stalliongrad
bam
>>26709815
Feather pillows aint nothing to fuck with
http://www.militarytimes.com/story/military/2015/11/25/west-point-bans-cadet-pillow-fight-after-30-injured/76377998/
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Would rainbow dash compete with gilda over anon's affection?
>>26747455
As competitive as Dash is? Of course.
>Page 10
Like I'm gonna let it die
>>26747455
What if
>Pre season 5
>Gilda comes to ponyville and tries to make up with Rainbow Dash
>RD doesn't completely trust Gilda, but she can't just say no
>However, she gets a bit annoyed at Gilda since she keeps talking about Anon
>At first it was questions: "who is that", "what is he" etc.
>Then it was "Anon is pretty cool, right?" and "I bet he is strong."
>Wait a minute
>ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh
>Gilda likes Anon!
>RD pretends to compete with gilda over Anon's affection to force Gilda to make a move
>Also, it's a bit fun to rustle her feathers
not yet
Stalker anon here. I should've proofread that last part, they were supposed to meet the scientists at Freedom's base not the stalker base in agroprom.
Also another thing, Gilly is not Gilda. Just a random griffon oc i created for the sake of expanding griffon interest. At least that's what i was thinking, i might just let Gilda have this one.
Not posting anything tonight since i have to rethink some shit, or edit the last 'chapter'
Nighty-night.
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>>26753234
>Zev
;_;
>>26753234
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>>26753274
Get the fuck out of her Nazeem.
>>26753250
>>26753234
I get what the artist was trying to do, but arms don't work that way.
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>>26753274
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8B_netzcluQ
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>>26754600
Fuck, now I canmt unsee it
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Are there any slightly worthwhile fic's on fimfiction that involves catbutt and romance?
>>26758652
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/96920/evening-flames
>>26753820
>>26755906
Right after I'm done with that pussieeeeeeeeeeee
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>>26700630
Those are pretty good.
You should finish them up.
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>>26764348
It's rare to see a human Gilda that isn't ugly.
>>26699664
>motorboats
yea would totally motorboat with Gilda anon :)
http://pastebin.com/pm1gsGKg
>>26769215
.... wat.
No, seriously. What the fuck is that supposed to be.
>>26769215
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>>26686093
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>>26769215
Posting this from the previous thread in hopes that the writefag comes back and continues.
>The pink-maned mare across from you crosses her forelegs, her face falling
>"So... you do *what* for a living, exactly?"
"I'm in a band."
>"I see..."
"We're a pretty underground crust-punk group."
>"Naturally."
>Christ, it's like the temperature in the room dropped five degrees
>Definitely not the best date you've ever been on, to say the least
>But also not the worst
>The waiter stops by your table, notepad in his mouth
>"Mr. Anonymous? Ms. de Lis? Can I get your order?"
"Yeah, I'll have a plate of the broccoli flambé with--"
>"Actually... I think I'm going to go. I've got a... an important gig to get to. I completely forgot about it."
>You don't even try to stop her
>As you step out of the restaurant, head bowed in defeat, a dark shape seems to descend from above, gliding in a wide circle before landing next to you
>"So? How'd it go?"
>Gilda smacks you with her tail
"I'm leaving after fifteen minutes. How do you think it went?"
>"I know you fucked up, dweeb, but I thought I'd give you the oppurtunity to *try* to save face."
"Eh. Nah. Why'd you think trying to hook me up with a model was a good idea, anyway?"
>"Because she was hot, dumbass! Are you seriously gonna complain that I set you up with one of the best catches in Equestria?"
"No... no, I'm not."
>You plop down in a bench, sighing
"Thanks, G."
>Gilda raises an eyebrow
>Or whatever the gryphon equivalent is
>>26774142
>"Yeah... go back to complaining. The 'heartfelt gratitude' is weird as fuck, coming from you."
"Get fucked, lion butt."
>"Kill yourself, monkey dick."
>Gilda places a claw on your back, scratching you gently
>"But seriously, though, she was a total cunt anyway. Thought maybe she'd be an easy lay, but I guess she was a prude."
"Pretty much. She kept using random French words."
>"Are you fucking serious?"
"Yeah. I think she made one of them up though. Unless *le salád* is an actual French word."
>"Ha! What a fucking dork!"
"I know, right? You sure know how to pick 'em, don't you?"
>"Ha... yeah."
>For a moment, Gilda's demeanor falters
>"That I do..."
>"Yo! Anon, dude!"
>Gilda, as is her habit, just squeezes right through your open window, plopping onto your bed
>"Dude, I got you a date for tonight!"
"Are you serious?"
>"Yeah, fag! Now get the hell out of bed! You're meeting her in ten minutes!"
"Ten minutes? What the fuck!? You couldn't give me a little more notice?"
"Nope! It's the fucking Element of Generosity, dude! She's in town, and she's looking for some company! Now hurry the fuck up!"
>Ten minutes later, you're dressed, hastily showered, and waiting to meet your date
>As it turns out, the mare's fifteen minutes late anyway
>You can spy Gilda waiting in the bushes across the street, her tail poking out from beneath the shrubbery
>Nosy little catbird
>>26774225
>"Ahem! Yoohoo, darling!"
>An absolutely gorgeous mare trots up to you, her mane styled in a physics-defying purple swoop and her alabaster body adorned with the latest in horse chic
>"Are you the one I'm supposed to be meeting here?"
"I guess? You're Rarity, right?"
>"Yes, darling. And you are?"
"Anonymous."
>"Well, Anonymous, I know this dainty little restaurant downtown! If you'll follow me..."
>Holy shit, this is the best date you've ever been on
>Rarity's charming, gorgeous, well-spoken, and devilishly witty when she has to be
>After this, you promise you're never gonna yell at Gilda when she drops fish carcasses on your floor again
>"And then the poor darling actually asked if we had anything in her size! Sassy and I were horrorstricken!"
>You join Rarity in laughter, punctuating it with sips from your glass of whine
>"You should have seen the poor thing! Of course we had nothing near her size, but what could we say? We tried to cobble something together, but... well, neither of us are miracle workers."
"So, what'd you do?"
>"I pretended she'd just won our "one thousandth visitor" competition, and promised to send her a free dress within the month. That seemed to placate the poor darling."
>You glance over your shoulder, where you see Gilda peering through the window, watching you
>She gives you a thumbs up, or whatever the gryphon equivalent is
>You nod to her, then turn back to Rarity
>The waiter arrives, carrying the bill
>You reach for your wallet, but Rarity stops you
>"Oh, nonsense, darling, allow me!"
>Cute, good talker, and pays for her dates?
>You're in love
>As Rarity counts out her money, she continues on with a completely different story
>"I can't thank you enough for today, darling. It's been so lonely down here in Baltimare, away from my friends, my marefriend..."
>>26774259
>At the word "marefriend" you nearly spit your wine out
"Did you say... marefriend?"
>"Of course, darling. Oh! Did I not mention Applejack?"
"No... no, you didn't."
>You try to keep the disappointment out of your face, but Rarity clearly sees right through you
>"Oh, darling, I'm so sorry. I gave you the complete wrong impression, didn't I?"
"No, it was my fault. I shouldn't have read so far into things."
>She shakes her head
>"I'm so dreadfully sorry. If... if you'd like to pursue a friendship, I'd be more than happy to visit sometime."
>She gives you a hopeful smile
"Yeah... yeah, sure. Any time."
>The minute you leave, Gilda is upon you
>"So? How'd it go? Looked pretty good, yeah?"
"It was nice. But she's... not interested."
>"Are you fucking serious? What a cunt!"
"Nah, it's not her fault. Still... fuck."
>You walk aimlessly through downtown, Gilda prowling beside you
>"Well, hey, dude. You feel like drowning your sorrow?"
"Wouldn't be opposed."
>"That's the spirit!"
>Gilda hover up into the air, smacking your cheek
>"Come on, let's get hammered! Cider's on me!"
>Gilda drags you down the street to your favorite little seedy liquor market, where you shell out for some cheap cider
>Since you paid for the booze, you force her to carry it to the park, which she isn't happy about
>"This is heavy as fuck! You carry it for a while!"
>>26774291
"Ha. Nope."
>"What the hell! Come on, asshole! I'm dying back here!"
"It's one six-pack. Is one six-pack seriously too much for you?"
>Gilda puffs up her cheeks, blushing at your challenge to her
>"Uh, duh, no it's not! It's easy as fuck! I'm just tired!"
"Yeah, well, deal with it. We're almost there anyway."
>"Uuuuuuugh I hate you so much."
>She knocks against you, snickering when you nearly lose your footing
>Faking anger, you chase after her, barely able to keep up with even her laziest flight speed
>The two of you collapse into the shadiest spot of the park you can find, cracking into your cold drinks
>Gilda buries her paws in the dirt, sighing
>It's a perfect spring afternoon, with the sunlight bouncing off the lake in shimmering waves and wrapping you and Gilda in a pleasant blanket of warmth
>You chug the cider down, then toss the bottle into the trash
>Gilda finishes hers, then tosses it, bouncing the bottle off a tree and into the trash
>"Get fucked."
"That was... pretty good, actually."
>"Heh... yeah. I didn't think I'd actually make it."
>She crosses her forelegs behind her head, and you do the same
"Thanks for today, by the way."
>"Don't mention it. Sucks that it went to shit."
"Eh, it was still pretty nice. Just... didn't work out."
>"Hey, just like you."
"Huh?"
>"Not working out."
"Hey, I'm gonna start soon."
>"Sure you are. Tubby."
"Okay, now that's a low blow. I'm not fat."
>Gilda pokes your stomach, and there's a little more resulting jiggle than you're comfortable
>>26774379
"...didn't say I was perfectly skinny either."
>Gilda throws her head back, laughing
>"Dude... seriously. How many is this you've botched, now?"
"I think... twelve?"
>"Are you counting Pinkie?"
"Was Pinkie even a real date? It was so... you know."
>"Yeah... okay, Pinkie doesn't count. But still, twelve first dates. What are you doing, dude?"
"I don't fucking know! Either it doesn't get going, or gets going too fast, or... or whatever. Maybe I'm just shit at this."
>"Maybe? It's pretty obvious you're shit. I just wanna know why."
>Gilda whacks you with her tail, her favorite way to remind you not to take her words *too* seriously
"Heh. Who knows..."
>The two of you fall silent, staring out over the lake
>"If it makes you feel any better... I haven't a good date in a long-ass time either."
"Yeah? I always assumed you were just too cool for dates."
>"Oh, trust me, I am. Still, though... it's been a while."
"What happened?"
>"What do you mean?"
"You know. Why haven't you tried to get another date? You find one for me like every week, why don't you go focus on yourself for once?"
>The feathers on Gilda's neck ruffle
>"Because... I dunno, dude. Fuck you, that's why."
"Sensitive subject?"
>"N-no! I just don't feel like telling you my romantic history. Asshole."
"Why not? I tell you mine."
>"Yeah, but that's because you're a pussy. I got better things to do."
>She grabs another bottle of cider, cracking it open on her beak
>>26774408
"Like drop fish carcasses all over my rug?"
>"I did that like once, douche."
"Once a week, maybe..."
>Gilda smacks you with her tail, throwing back half the cider in one gulp
>"I just don't do romance. That enough for you?"
>You shrug
"I guess. Is it enough for *you*?"
>"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"Dunno."
>"Idiot."
>Gilda stands, prowling in a circle around you
>"Not gonna lie though, dude, you're kinda exhausting my date supply."
"I know, I know."
>"Who haven't I tried to hook you up with?"
"I dunno. But seriously, I think you should stop worrying about finding me a date."
>"Definitely. But if I don't, who will? It's not like you put in any effort."
"You got me there. But... well, neither do you?"
>"The fuck? I bust my ass trying to find you a--"
"Right, exactly. You bust your ass trying to make *me* happy. Why don't you find someone for yourself?"
>"Because..."
>Gilda turns away from you, her claws digging into the ground
>When she speaks, the strain in her voice is masked well... but you've known her long enough to see through the guise
>"Because fuck that, you know? I got me. That's all I need."
>She thumps her chest, feathers ruffling with pride
"Right. Couldn't keep you tied down for long anyway, right?"
>Relieved at the excuse to save face, Gilda quickly jumps on the line of conversation
>"Of course not, dude. Who in their right mind could even handle me?"
>>26774445
>Before you can answer, she leaps into the air, her wings snapping open as she glides in a wide, swooping arc around you
>"Come on! Let's go steal some kid's Frisbee!"
>She zooms off, eventually finding some poor, unsuspecting colt and swiping his toy, doing laps with it around the lake before you finally force her to give it back
"Do you have to do that every time we come here?"
>"Come on, dude, I always give it back. It's just fun!"
"Yeah, yeah. Poor little guy looked kinda sad when you took it, though?"
>"So?"
>You stare at Gilda, and she hangs her head
>"Okay, maybe it was kinda douchey. I'll... I dunno, buy him an ice cream if he comes back. But whatever! Lets go get hammered!"
"Already? It's like four o'clock in the afternoon."
>"Hell yeah! Best time of the day!"
>She swoops off towards your favorite dive bar, leaving you to follow her
>When you get there, you find she's already gotten the two of you a booth, and ordered two drinks
>One for her, and one for... well, also her
>You get yourself a whiskey sour, sliding into the seat across from her
"You alright?"
>"Huh? What're you talking about, dweeb?"
>Gilda's leaning against the corner of the booth, her paws up on the table
"Nothing. You just look kinda... I dunno, tired?"
>"Of course I'm tired, man. Trying to find dates for your ass every single weekend makes someone tired!"
"Oof. Still milking that, huh?"
>"Until it goes dry."
>The toes of her paws wriggle, and Gilda sighs
>>26774460
"Okay, seriously, what's up?"
>"Nothing! Would you chill out? Jeez! You're ruining my weekend vibe."
>She gives you an exaggerated eye roll, slumping against the chair
"Right. I'm the one who needs to chill."
>Gilda glares
>"Look, dude. Just saying it's starting to get a little old, you know?"
"What?"
>"Our shtick. Me getting you a date, you cocking it up, me trying to comfort you. I'm just getting a little..."
>She pauses for a moment as she searches for the right word
>"...bored."
>Somehow, you get the feeling that wasn't what she wanted to say
"Well, I'm sorry. I offered to help you find a date, if you wan--"
>"Well, I don't. I can find my own dates."
"Okay, then what do you want?"
>Gilda's feathers ruffle
>"I don't know, dweeb, alright? What is this, an interview? Cool it with the super personal questions."
>Her neck poofs even more in her discomfort, and Gilda averts her eyes
>Looks like someone's in a bad mood
>Fortunately, you know exactly how to break her out of it
"So... that Wonderbolts race last week, against Griffonstone?"
>"Fuck! Don't even get me started! That was such bullshit! Soarin is so clearly juicing on something! It's not fair!"
>And there she goes
>The two of you spend... Christ, you don't even no how long, arguing over aerial racing
>Gilda knows way more than you ever will, but you know just enough random facts to challenge her opinions, each one turning into a huge argument you have no chance of winning
>And Gilda loves every minute of it
>Each time you're forced to concede a point to her, she grins like a kid receiving a huge pile of delicious spite-flavored candy
>>26774468
>And the happier she gets, the more she drinks
>Which... well, that ends about as well as you'd think
>"Yeah? Well... you're wrong! Idiot! The only reason Grizelda lost in the Saddle Arabian cup was because that cunt Spitfire checked her in the middle of a race! Her right wing was wrecked!"
"Spitfire never checked her. Just a rumor!"
>"There's pictures! It was all over the papers in Griffonstone!"
"Didn't hear about it over here!"
>"WELL THAT'S BECAUSE--"
>The barkeep steps toward you, clearly not happy with the noise
"Well, you got me kicked out of a bar. Again."
>"Ahhh, quit being such a whiner. Besides, he was so busy being mad at us... that he forgot to charge us for drinks!"
>Gilda throws her head back, teetering slightly as drunken laughter errupts from her beak
>You're feeling it a bit yourself, but nowhere near her level
>Stupid gryphon gets like this every time she drinks, or worse
>"Hey! Let's go get in a fight!"
"We're not gonna get in a fight, G. Let's just go home and crash."
>"It's cool if I crash at your place, right?"
"When isn't it?"
>Gilda chuckles, whacking you with her tail
>"You know, for such a huge dork... you can be pretty cool sometimes."
"Awww. I'm real touched."
>You trace an imaginary tear down your cheek, and Gilda laughs far harder than she probably should
>>26774479
>"Like, don't let this go to your head, okay?"
"Oh, trust me, I won't."
>"But, like... you're probably the best friend I've got."
"Aren't I your *only* friend?"
>You only intend for the words to come across as a self-deprecating joke, but Gilda winces, her head drooping in response
"Shit, sorry. I didn't mean--"
>"Didn't mean what, dude? Ha, it's cool, I can take a joke!"
>She punches your leg, forcing a smile
>When you get back to your apartment, she wobbles over to your couch the moment you open the door, stretching catlike across the cushions
>Leaving no room for you, of course
>You take a seat next to her, folding your arms behind your head
>"I do have a lot of friends, you know."
"Of course, G. It was--"
>"Just a joke, right. And the joke's funny because I'm popular as fuck."
"Exactly."
>Gilda repeats her words to herself, staring up at the ceiling
>"But, you know... even if I wasn't so crazy popular... I'd still think you were pretty cool."
"Same to you."
>"Ha. You aren't popular at all, dork. You've botched it with how many mares this year?"
"We went over it, remember? It was twelve."
>"Twelve? So the next one is lucky thirteen?"
"Guess so."
>"Awesome. Can't wait to see how you cock that one up."
>She stretched again, her beak cracking open in a yawn
>"But I guess I'll have to find someone for you first, won't I?"
>>26774504
"Shouldn't be a problem. I mean, you're twelve for twelve, right?"
>Gilda chuckles
>"Heh. Yeah. Better track record than you've got."
"Yeah..."
>You drop your head in mock defeat, before running to the kitchen to grab some water
>Returning, you pass a glass to Gilda, who gulps it down greedily
>"Can I ask you a weird question, dude?"
"I can't remember the last time you asked me a normal one, so sure."
>"Why do you keep doing it?"
"Doing what?'
>"Going on these dates. I mean, I set you up on 'em because it's funny to watch you crash and burn."
"Ouch."
>"Can't help myself, dude. It's just so goddamn funny! The look on your face when you found out that Glitter-whatever mare was a dude? I thought my lungs were gonna explode."
"It wasn't that funny..."
>"Sure, not to you. Which is why..."
>Gilda wriggles around to face you, her golden irises inches from your face
>"...why I'm wondering, why do you keep doing it? Do you just get off on me laughing at you?"
"Maybe a little."
>Again, Gilda laughs way harder than necessary
>Her tail twitches in response, ending up draped across your shoulder
"I guess it's just... I dunno. Even if I know they're gonna go to shit in the end, I still get to enjoy myself for an hour or two. Even if it won't go anywhere, I can at least pretend it will for a little while."
>"That's... that's sad, dude."
"A bit, maybe. But if it's so sad, why keep finding them?"
>"Sad for you, not for me. They'll never stop being funny."
>>26774556
"So... this has all been a big joke?"
>"Of course, dude. It's fun, right? If I was really worried about someone making you, you know, happy, I'd just do it myself."
>In her drunken state, it takes her a minute to realize what she just said
>"I... didn't mean like... not like that, idiot!"
>She whiffs you with the back of her tails
>"And stop looking at me like that! It's... it's really weird."
>She folds her forelegs across her chest, chest feathers puffing out
"So... let's say, hypothetically, it actually worked out with me and one of these mares. How would you feel?"
>"Hmph. It'd be whatever. I'd be a little disappointed, probably."
"Oh?"
>The blush that's begun to creep into Gilda's face deepens
>"Because I wouldn't get to laugh at you! Idiot! Jeez. Fuck off."
>She tries to smooth her feathers back out, but they don't want to seem to stay down
>"And..."
>She sighs
>"Maybe a little bummed because... because we probably wouldn't hang as much."
"Aww."
>"Don't make fun."
"I'm not."
>You reach up to pat her back
"That means a lot to me, G."
>"Yeah, well... don't get used to it. I can only handle so much sappy shit."
"Think you've got room for a little more?"
>"...maybe."
>>26774600
"If we ever did stop hanging out so much... I'd be really disappointed too."
>"Really? I mean, uh... yeah dude. Duh. Who the hell else would you have to hang out with?"
"Exactly."
>"Heh. You're damn lucky you've got me, honestly."
"I agree."
>Gilda's eyes go wide
>"Just... just get to bed, you giant ass-clown."
"Reached your tolerance?"
>"I reached my tolerance like half a conversation ago. Lemme sleep."
"Alright."
>Groaning, you get to your feet
"There's blankets in the closet, if you need them."
>"I know where your stupid blankets are."
"Yeah, but you never use them."
>"Because that's gross, dude."
"You always complain about how cold it is in here."
>"Yeah, well... it is. But I'm not using one of your stupid blankets."
>She hardly finishes her complain before you grab a blanket from the closet and drape it over her
>Gilda groans
"See? Isn't that better?"
>"...maybe."
>You chuckle
"So... we gonna get some breakfast tomorrow?"
>"Tomorrow? I've, uh... I might have things to do tomorrow."
"Yeah? Since when do you have 'things' to do?"
>"Since fuck you, dude. I'm... gonna be busy."
>Gilda hides her face beneath the blanket
"Busy with what?"
>"With things, you retard. Like I just said. Now lemme sleep."
>>26774622
>Gilda curls up into a tight little ball beneath the blanket, her entire body hidden from view
"Um... alright. I'll see you soon, then?"
>"Yeah. Whatever."
>The ball scoots to the end of the couch, coming to rest against one of the pillows
"Night, G."
>"Whatever, dude."
>You turn to head back to your room, but just as you reach the living room's doorway, Gilda calls out behind you
>"Hey. Anon."
"Yeah?"
>"Thanks. For today."
"You're welcome?"
>"Don't be shitty. I'm... I'm glad we got to hang out. Thanks for spending time with me."
"Hey, you don't need to thank me, it's--"
>"Yeah, I've had enough sappy shit. Get to bed, dude."
>A single claw sticks out from the ball to wave goodbye
>When you wake up, Gilda is, as expected, gone
>You find your couch empty, with the blanket you leant her neatly folded
>It's covered in feathers, but then again, *everything* ends up covered in feathers when you have Gilda over
>You go through your routine as normal, expecting Gilda to crawl back through your bedroom window at practically every moment
>But she doesn't
>It's been three days, and you haven't seen a single feather
>Or, well, you have, but not one attached to her
>Just the ones covering half the area of your home...
>Okay, bad example
>>26774691
>You'd probably have thought Gilda were dead, or at the very least had high-tailed it out of Baltimare, if not for a mysterious, scribbled note showing up on your door one Friday morning
>It's been a week since you last saw Gilda, and you're glad for the contact
>But leaving notes really isn't her style
>Normally, if she had something to tell you, she'd squeeze through your window and let you know
>So something's definitely up, but at least she's alright
>You turn the note over in your hands as you head into the kitchen to make breakfast
// I found your number thirteen. She'll be waiting for you in the park, near that fountain with the missing foreleg. Be there at seven. Dweeb.//
>Number thirteen?
>You can't really say you're excited at the prospect of another date; at this point, you've started growing numb to them
>Besides, she doesn't normally set up such mysterious meetings
>Maybe she'll be...
>No, that'd be stupid
>It's probably just Gilda fucking with you, again
>Should you even bother going?
>If she really feels the need to go to the lengths of writing you some stupid note, then she's probably got something really, really obnoxious planned for you
>But, well...
>What the hell else are you gonna do today?
>Preemptively rolling your eyes at what you're sure is going to be an absolute mess of a "date," you head back to your room to get dressed
>It's the perfect day for a park date, at the very least
>Sunny, no clouds in the sky, that perfect seventy-two degree sweet spot...
>It's the kind of weather that absolutely forbids any negativity, and you find yourself actually starting to -- dare you say it -- look forward to this mystery date
>Gilda does have a point
>They can be pretty funny, can't they?
>>26774743
>You reach the park around noon, immediately heading for the statue Gilda mentioned
>Apparently it's supposed to be some super-famous pony politician -- whose name, if you remember correct, was a bad horse pun -- but the features have eroded from the weather, and the front foreleg was snapped off by vandals years ago
>It's supposed to be one of the most popular meeting spots in the city, and you're somewhat surprised Gilda went with something so cliche
>You reach the treeline that surrounds the fountain, peering out from behind a trunk thick enough to hide you
>Gilda lounges atop the fountain's basin, basking in the sun
>She keeps glancing over her shoulder, and her tail twitches at every little sound
>Why is she so nervous?
>And why don't you see a mare anywhere around?
>Gilda ruffles her feathers, clicking her claw impatiently against the marble base
>Maybe she's waiting for your date to get here?
>You settle against the trunk, figuring you'll let the mystery mare get here first
>Thirty minutes later, she still hasn't shown up
>Gilda looks like a nervous wreck; her tail coiling and uncoiling, her claw tapping so loud and so quickly you can hear it from fifteen feet away, and the fur on her back bristling with anticipation
>Eh, fuck it, you're getting tired of this
>You step out from between the trees, calling out to Gilda
"Hey! Did she no-show?"
>Gilda yelps, accidentally toppling backwards into the water
>She springs out immediately, looking like... well, like a wet cat, shaking the water from her fur
>"She, uh... she just showed up, but... uh... you missed her! She left like five minutes ago!"
"Really, now?"
>"Yeah! What a dork, am I right?"
>Gilda shakes off again, dousing you with a shower of little droplets
>>26774759
"What a dork. And you were sitting here because...?"
>Gilda's cheeks turn a wonderful shade of crimson
>"Because, uh... uh... come on, dude, you know. Just hangin' out, right?"
>She ruffles her feathers, trying her best to look nonchalant
>Instead, she just looks even more nervous
"Oh, right. What a shame, huh?"
>"Yeah, dude. What a nob! Anyway..."
>Gilda turns in a half circle, her tail swishing
>"I was thinking man, uh..."
"Yeah?"
>She clacks her claws together, clenching her beak
>"Can I tell you something... a little weird?"
"Of course."
>Is... is she really about to say what you think she's about to say?
>"I, uh... listen. You know..."
>Gilda hisses in frustration
>"Alright. What I'm trying to say is..."
>She looks up at you, the golden orbs of her eyes glittering in the afternoon sun
>"Is... ha!"
>She awkwardly punches your shoulder, skipping away from you
>"There never was any date! It was just a prank! Got you, dude! Ha!"
>She spins in another circle, nearly tripping over her own paws
>"You should see the look on your face! H-ha! Totally priceless!"
>You just stare at Gilda
>Eventually she comes to a stop, giving you this doofy, forced grin
>"Pretty good joke, right? Eh?"
>>26774869
"Gilda..."
>"What's the matter, dude? You're not mad, right? It was just a prank, dweeb!"
>Gilda bats at your leg, hopping around like a kitten
>"Come on, you're not mad, ri--"
>You drop to one knee, placing your hands on Gilda's shoulders
>Or whatever the cat equivalent therein
>Her eyes widen, and through her fur you can feel her muscles tensing
>"Hey... what are you doing, asshole?"
>You place your hand at the back of Gilda's head, moving your mouth towards her beak
>"B-back off, dweeb. I'm serious..."
>Gilda doesn't make any attempt to get out of the way
>As your face approaches hers, she closes her eyes, tilting her head back and opening her beak slightly, which you suppose is the griffon equivalent of puckering one's lips
>Your mouth gets so close to hers that you can taste the minty flavor of her breath... and then pull away
"Gotcha."
>Gilda freezes for a moment
>Then her eyes fly open
>"H-h-hey! What the hell was that!?"
>She sputters in fury, her hackles bristling
"Just a prank, dweeb."
>She howls in frustration
>"You... I hate you!"
>Gilda tackles you to the ground, and the two of you roll together to the edge of the clearing
>When you come to a stop, she's straddling you, her face barely an inch from yours
>Immediately, she jumps off of you, squawking
>Yep, an honest-so-God squawk
>Sounds like a distressed, prepubescent chicken
>Gilda's face turns red from embarrassment, and she hops onto the bench, sulking
>>26774882
>You haul yourself up from the ground, and sit next to her
>She turns her back to you, hissing in anger
>"That wasn't funny."
"I'd disagree."
>Gilda looks away
"But... maybe it was a little mean."
>"Fuck you."
>You catch Gilda looking over her shoulder at you, but she immediately glances back at the bench
"I, uh... I saw you waiting, earlier."
>"Huh?"
"I got here early. I saw you waiting."
>"Y-yeah, idiot! I was waiting for your--"
>Gilda sighs, turning back to you
>"You're not buying it, are you?"
"Not really."
>"I hate you, sometimes."
"Yeah, well I hate you more."
>You bump Gilda, and she tries her best not to smile
>"Guess I look like a total dork right now, don't I?"
"Eh. I wouldn't say a *total* dork."
>Gilda drums her claws against the bench, shifting her weight on her haunches
>"So... guess we've got a new contender for 'worst date now, huh?"
"Worst? I mean... couldn't be any worse than finding out Rarity was a lesbian. Or that disaster with Suri Polomare."
>You nudge Gilda again, hoping she'll get the hint
"Besides... shouldn't judge a date before it's over, right?"
>>26774968
>"Before it's over...?"
>Gilda blinks twice, taking a moment to process your words
>"Y-yeah! Of course not, dork! Let's do something fun!"
>She jumps up from the bench, ruffling her wings in excitement
>You get up after her, surprised at the sudden change in attitude
"Yeah? Whaddaya want to do?"
>"Let's get hammered."
"Eh."
>"Come on, don't be a pussy! Let's get fucked up!"
>She circles around you, whacking you with her tail
"Actually, I was thinking we could get some ice cream."
>"Ice cream? Dude, come on. We're not little kids."
"So you're saying you don't want any?"
>"I mean..."
>Gilda puffs up her chest, cheeks a little pink
>"I wouldn't say no, but... bleh, fine."
>She runs ahead of you
>"But I get to pick the place, okay?"
>The walk there feels so familiar, but it's... different somewhere
>You and Gilda don't act different towards each other, but each word you speak seems to carry a weight that wasn't present before
>"So, what've you been up to without me, dweeb?"
"Eh, crying myself to sleep, mostly. Life just isn't the same without someone dropping their dirty feathers all over my house."
>"Well, glad to hear nothing's changed. And my feathers are *not* dirty."
>On the word "not," she smacks you with her tail
>Though you can't help but notice that her tail-smack has lost its usual edge
>It feels more like she's caressing you...
>>26774991
I really hope this gets finished.
>>26775327
same
Man I could swear I saw this exact thread like a week ago.
>>26777671
Listen here you little shit-
>>26778259
No man it's not meant to be like an insult I'm just getting this weird feeling like I've read these exact posts and stories before, but some of it has sorta changed but in weird, kinda recognizable ways.Maybe catbutt really is that hypnotizing
>>26777671
Old thread died about a week ago. This is the new one.
>>26740803
What the hell were you doing here anyway? I thought your lab was set up in Freedom?
>"Oh, the Stalkers have started to bring in more artifacts in the past few days."
You mean about a week ago?
>"Yes, though not all of them have a friendly status with Freedom so i decided to move in with them."
>Trachenko shouldered his weapon as a flock of crows scattered ahead
>Oleg, the second guard, took a bolt out of his pocket and tossed it as hard as he could
>You watched it toss and tumble and then finally shoot off in a random direction as the air rejected it
>Olag spat on the ground
>"That anomaly wasn't there before. This whole area should've been clean
>A loud thunderclap exploded above you sending Gilly into your arms
>Her talons wrap around your neck and dig into your shoulder
>Gilly's eyes narrow and turn up to the rapidly darkening sky
>The clouds had gathered and thickened in the time since you left the Stalkers' base
>Now a powerful wind began to blow from the west shaking leaves from the trees and sending waves across the long grass in the fields around you
>The sun's rays were a fading memory as they attempted to wrap around the thunderhead
>Gilly was heavier than you thought and you were losing your grip
>You clear throat softly
>Her gaze falls on you quickly
>You catch a hint of fright on her face before she leaps off, purposely pushing off harder than she had to
>She turned away from you as a smile creeps onto your face
>None of the others noticed
>They were too busy arguing which way would be best to go, they were practically screaming in each other's face
>It was hard to hear over the howling wind
>Trachenko and Anatoly were pushing for Yantar
>We're going to need help from people with guns! Not labcoats! The military is after us!
>Trachenko shot his hand out north
>"If we get to Yantar on time they won't be able to follow us in the rain! Our tracks will be wiped out!"
>"I must agree with Trachenko, we have to get the artifact somewhere safe."
>>26778593
>You decide to throw in your two rubles worth
"That won't matter doctor!"
>You point towards the garbage
"Freedom is the only one that can help us now! If we move to Yantar now we'll be caught out in the open, with no backup and no other option but to fight!"
>You wave Gilly over who reluctantly obeys
>"We have the artifact with us! And the military knows it! But if we go towards Freedom, they'll have to go through the bandits base to get to us and then face off against Freedom! That might buy us some time because they're going to have to gear up for a fight!"
>You look at Gilly
"What do you say? Want to go to Freedom?"
>Gilly glared silently at all the faces looking at her
>Thunder rolled over the plains and she looked back at the sky
>Lightning webbed itself among the clouds like a great skeletal hand
>She looked back down to you and swished her tail nervously as she nodded
"Good. It's three against two! We move to Freedom."
>"We won't make it in time! The storm will catch us before we get Freedom! In case you've forgotten storms in the zone are a little deadlier than back home!"
"We might not make it Freedom, but we'll at least reach the Flea market! That's good enough!"
>Gilly immediately started on her way, you only noticed when her tail brushed against your leg
>Reaching out, out of instinct, you grab her by the belt and pull her back
"Wait!"
>Gilly swiped at your hand
>Surprised and a little shocked you let go as you fall backwards on your ass
>Gilly stared you down
>Oleg came to your defense
>"Listen, uh, Gi-Lee? Why don't you let us lead!? It'll be safer for everyone!"
So i just noticed that Krylov is in fact Duty. But who cares right? he's a stalker now. I am also waiting on that other writefag to come in.
>>26778604
>Maybe catbutt really is that hypnotizing
Of course it is. Just look at it.
>>26778604
there a pastbin? i want to read this ffomr the beginning
>>26686093
bump
>>26778327This thread has been up for nearly 10 days
>>26686093
bump
>>26686093
bump
>>26686093
bump
>>26784164
>Call Gilda a dyke
>She gets mad and charges you
>Wave kitty toy in front of her
>That happens
>She's still mad at you but she can't help herself
>>26686093
bump
>>26781328
Looks like someone needs a hug
boomp
tell me i'm not the only one who would marriage my own daugtheru.
