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First for Disco is a cuck
Second for Story is a nigger.
Third for the biggest guy on the plane.
Fourth forI love Sunset Shimmer with all of my heart and it makes me sad that some people will never feel the same way
>>26740689
If they feel the same way you'll get your waifu stolen by a total Chad.
JUST LIKE STORY
>>26740711
Don't do this to me, familia
>>26740728
>4chan
>expecting civility
pls
>>26740747
I really don't understand why you're white knighting Pheno about this
Literally you're fighting a losing battle and you're not going to prove shit.
>>26740754
Literally this. Why the fuck are you so invested in this? It literally doesn't concern you at all.
>>26740777
You as in Leman. But that should be pretty obvious
>>26740747
It's fine. I'm a retard and people are calling me out on it. Not like they've ever done anything stupid while blackout drunk.
Still gonna write shit.
>>26740747
>>26740754
>>26740777
my main problem is guys, if you dont like it. Do it yourself. but no. you just wanna sit there and make really rude comments, even for /mlp/, of someone who is actually writing.
im guessing the only reason you say im whiteknighting is cuz pheno is a chick.
well, no. I stand up for all my writefriends, good or bad.
and seriously why make a big deal out of something that happened days ago. like we all had a good laugh and dropped, but someone just doesnt want to let it go.
here have a fucking trixie while im at it.
ayy lmao whats this drama going on here lads
>>26740832
remember when pheno drunk texted last thread?
>>26740836
People got salty over that?
kekkles
>>26740808
You do realize that just because you make content, that doesn't mean you're immune to criticism right? Its absolutely absurd to think that if you write something, you can do no wrong. (NaOH fanboys do, but that's another story). Honestly, if you're actually stupid enough to post on 4chan drunk with your name on, how the fuck do no not expect to get shit on?
And in regards to Pheno being a chick, there's no evidence to suggest that they're male or female. Pheno just ends up avoiding the question.
>>26740832
Apparently, people are shitting on me. I'm obviously crying girly tears, and leman is being his usual niceguy self.
>>26740841
Like, really salty. Mad salty, broham.
>>26740841
pretty much. we all had a good laugh, and then some guys wanna come days later and start shit again.
1 person asked what happened to pheno and just a huge ass wave of salt water flooded the thread.
>>26740784
>>26740808
Also both of you should join the Discord chat, a lot of the other writers, (Or ex-writers in this case are in it) and it might help you guys out somehow.
>>26740844
you have it all wrong. what hes saying is he doesnt like people who go to far with criticism. like the 'kill yourself this is gay' comments or whatnot.
What he's saying is he wants to see other people write green and see how they handle harsh criticism.
And what makes NaOH Fanboys an exception?
And also i thought pheno pretty much dropped the ball on being a girl when she first came in her saying she was a 'high school slut'.
but if pheno would love to clarify this for us, that would be great. so all these NEETS can stop talking about them in a sexual way. or continue to idk.
>>26740854
^ignore this post, joining chats makes writefags stop writing and become dead
Don't join the skype chats either, it's even worse there
Just keep doing your thing
>>26740854
the only time i ever used the discord chat was when i told anyone who was in there that i got banned for 2 days for posting porn on a another thread,
I swear i thought it Wasn't porn but evidently the moderators thought so.
>>26740878
aint that bad actually, most of the time it's just writing material discussed and ideas given.
>>26740882
You're missing out.
>>26740878
This is the very thing that happened to /nst/
>>26740888
I'll give it a try. I have some ideas for more write topics but idk if they would be good or not.
>>26740889
they should've been here in the first place
>>26740882
i joined a couple of days ago and it aint as bad as >>26740878
said
most of the time there are actually active writefags who post stuff but also talk to us about stories and ideas.
>>26740878
>>26740884
>>26740889
>>26740896
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qo1hqCx6kJs
this is how the skype calls always went down.
>>26740889
>Implying /nst/ wasn't doomed from the start
But yeah I see where you're coming from
>>26740896
Yeah they should have died with us not on their own
>>26740901
>Fingerbang
>Skype
>Calls
Ok, you know nothing.
>>26740904
we used to have skype calls all the fucking time
>>26740854
I probably should. It might help cut down on all my shitposting.
>>26740898
*most of the time it's dead
FTFY
>>26740884
I've rarely seen much organized discussion in the discord chat
It's marginally less dead than Skype
>>26740913
Not anymore nigga
>>26740919
thats why is used the word 'Used'
>>26740918
do it.
>>26740929
Exactly. We are talking about the current fingerbang and not the one from before
I remember when the chat was filled with life and the thread was desperate for any shred of activity. Looks like it's the other way around this time.
Hey guys, been away a few days, have I missed any-
Oh shit.
>>26740889
NST didn't die because of skype group. it died from lack of readership and a toxic group of fanboys image bumping and waiting for one specific writefag to return.
it's hard to retain activity when every post is either unappreciated greens or "when iz EQGWF coming back omg". that level of cancer tends to drive contentfags away.
hell, it was the only fucking general that didn't involve "anon gets all the pussy all at once" as a theme and it died because of shitty fanboyism. it had a huge number of writefags at its height.
>>26741459
"it died from lack of readership and a toxic group of fanboys image bumping and waiting for one specific writefag to return.
it's hard to retain activity when every post is either unappreciated greens or "when iz EQGWF coming back omg". that level of cancer tends to drive contentfags away."
>NaOH fans in a nutshell
Woah, what's this?
An actual discussion on the thread?
Granted it's not about stories or writing, but it isn't so out of control to call it a shitstorm.
I'm impressed /fb/, looks like this old girl has some life left in her yet.
>>26741587
Yeah, when a writefag's just starting out, probably not that good, but wants to get their stories out there, it's disheartening when no one seems to notice their work.
/mlp/ in general is pretty hard to get feedback on, and not to shit on this thread since I like most of what goes on here, but Fingerbang seemingly in particular has this problem.
It's frustrating sometimes, especially when you offer a writer some encouragement and get five responses accusing you of circlejerking, while the story continues to languish.
Thicker skin, I guess. This ain't exactly the writefag's guild.Thankfully
>>26741459
Hi EQG.
LEAVE PHENO ALONE
How fucking dare anyone out there make fun of Pheno after all she has been through.!
She got drunk, she said some things she shouldn't have. She wrote two fuckin green stories.
Her drunk ramblings turned out to be a sad and miserable and now she's going through shit from her fans. All you people care about is... Greentext and jerking yourself off to her.
SHE�S A HUMAN! What you don't realize is that Pheno is making you all this greentext and all you do is write a bunch of crap about her.
She hasn't gotten a break in ages. Her greentext is called Spellbound for a reason because all you people want is MORE! MORE-MORE, MORE: MORE!.
LEAVE HER ALONE! You are lucky she even wrote for you BASTARDS!
LEAVE Pheno ALONE!...Please.
Leman talked about professionalism and said if Pheno was a professional she would've pulled it off no matter what.
Speaking of professionalism, when is it professional to publicly bash someone who is going through a hard time.
Leave Pheno Alone Please. !
Leave Phenobarbiedoll alone!right now!.I mean it.!
Anyone that has a problem with her you deal with me, because she is not well right now.
LEAVE HER ALONE!
>>26742719
Just stop.
>2 weeks
I want to try my hand at some green. But I can't decide on which girl I should write about. I really don't want to do a harem thing, but I don't want to overly plan it out, because doing so I feel like I'll give myself writer's block. I just want to have a base end point that I lead up to. (IE- Anon x Certain person) Just can't decide on who that'll be. Any suggestions?
>>26743485
Starlight Glimmer.Preferably pre-reform.
>>26743485
Shadowbolts never get enough love, and they were given such little characterisation in the movie that it's pretty much free reign in how you make them act.
Just give one of 'em a quick wiki search, read it for four minutes and you've got everything canon about them down.
Or do Pinkie cause she's best girl. Hella hard to write, though.
Easiest to make a story out of would probably be Fluttershy (just make her an autist) or Rainbow Dash (A jock)
Looking forward to having another writefag.
>>26743507
>wanting a story about a commie
THE FREER THE MARKET, THE FREER THE PEOPLE
>>26743507
>>26743539
Thanks both of you. Starlight has a bit of personality that, for my first green I don't think I'd want to tackle, though I do have some ideas stirring about in my noggin, something like head of the student council, or safety patrol type thing, just to the max...
I think I'm going to go ahead with Flutters for the first. Sunny Flare looks kinda cute, so I think I'll keep that on the burner too.
Expect some green soon(ish)
>>26743640
>something like head of the student council
STRAIGHT OUTTA ANIME
>>26743552
>>>/pol/ is that way
>>26743666
Those trips tho. I figured it'd be an easy start. Either way, I'd want starlight to be in a position of power, or pseudo-power that she takes to another level. No matter where I go with it it'll probably have cliche or trope-like points.
I've got a little green now. Basically an introduction type thing. Incoming.
>You are Anonymous
>Hiding in the janitor's closet, yet again.
>It's not all bad, you've spent enough time in here that you have rearranged it into a fortress of sorts.
>Outlets let you charge your phone, and there's even a desk with a lamp you've cleaned up to use.
>Drumming your fingers softly against the top of the desk, you wait for the clatter of students in the hallways to die down.
>"Where did that cur run off to?!"
>"If ah find 'im, he'll be sorry."
>"C-come on girls, i-it's really not that big of a -"
>"Fluttershy! It is, he grabbed you right in front of the entire cafeteria!"
>Okay, so you aren't hiding from the entire student body.
>Rather, you're hiding from a specific group.
>They are right outside of your fortress of solitude!!
>"R-really, I don't think he did it on purp-"
>"It doesn't matter, Darling! It is not the first time, or even the second!"
>You stop drumming against the desk and silently sigh, covering your face with your hands.
"Please just listen to her and leave me alone."
>No sooner do you mutter this to yourself, do you notice the doorknob start jiggling.
>ohfuck.jpg
>You snap a hand forward and grab the handle, using every ounce of your strength to keep it from budging.
>You really wish this door had a lock on it. Especially now that you're about to be found out.
>"Ha! Found you! Applejack, quick, help me get this door open!"
>"Don't need ta tell me twice, sugarcube."
>Sweat is dripping from your brow at an alarming rate and your knuckles are going white against the door handle.
"It was an accident, really! Just leave me alone!"
>"Not a chance you degenerate lowlife! You've been let off the hook too many times already!"
>It really wasn't your fault! You knew it, even your unfortunate 'victim' knew it!
>SLAM!
>You can feel the vibration of the two girls ramming the door rock through your arm, and it's almost enough to make you release your death grip.
>"One more time dash!"
1/2
>>26744369
>This is it. You're going to die here, in a janitor's closet.
>RRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGG
>OH THANK CHRIST
>"Darn it! You got lucky again Anonymous, next time we see you, you're gonna face what you did!"
>The other voices all chime in with their angry words aimed towards you.
>A few kicks land on the door before you hear them all chattering and walking along back to class.
>Just as you breath a sigh of relief, you hear the softest of knocks on your door.
>"A-Anonymous? I'm..umm...sorry for my friends. I know you didn't mean to...and..well..you should probably get to class...bye..."
>Fluttershy joined back up with the rest of the girls.
>You finally let go and stand up, grabbing your books and opening the door to step into the hall.
>With a cautious glance to make sure the coast is clear, you book it towards your locker to switch out the previous classes books.
>Just as you run up to your locker, your shoelace comes untied, and you trip.
>Trying to avoid falling on your face, you kick off your locker, denting the metal and sending you onto your back in a slide.
>..landing at the feet of the librarian, Miss Cheerilee. And staring right up her skirt.
>Your face reddens at the sight for a moment before the realization hits you.
>You scream out loud, and then pass out, blood gushing from your nose.
>You are Anonymous.
>The unlucky and clumsy gynophobe of Canterlot High School.
>And this is not going to be an easy year for you.
2/2
>>26740705
Degenerate Duty
>>26744369
>>Outlets let you charge your phone, and there's even a desk with a lamp you've cleaned up to use.
>>Drumming your fingers softly against the top of the desk
Try avoid using the same noun to describe something two lines in a row. A workaround could be 'against the tabletop'
Ain't nothing wrong with repeating, but it sticks out like a sore thumb, especially in a chopped up blocky format like greentext.
>>"If ah find 'im, he'll be sorry."
This is fine, but for future reference, don't be too heavy on AJ's speech. I've seen lots of stories add eight apostrophes in three words of speech, to a point where it becomes obtuse.
>>fortress of solitude!!
Personally I tend not to use exclaimation marks outside of dialogue as it makes the tone shift to be more silly, but that's probably because I don't write comedy-heavy stuff. This point is just a gripe on my part, there must be anons that enjoy it.
>>ohfuck.jpg
Everyone's done this at some point in their stories, and I mean everyone that's ever written. It ruins a readers immersion by smacking them in the face with a meme-y reaction image and I know more people that hate it rather than love it.
>>RRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGG
>>OH THANK CHRIST
Same gripe as the exclaimation points. I find using all caps unnerving and childish, but again, it might just be me.
>you book it towards your locker to switch out the previous classes books.
>Just as you run up to your locker,
Repetition of locker, same thing with the desk.
>Your face reddens at the sight for a moment before the realization hits you.
>You scream out loud, and then pass out, blood gushing from your nose.
>You are Anonymous.
Never use >You more than twice in a row. I think that's like a rule or something.
>You scream out loud, and then pass out, blood gushing from your nose.
I sure do love my chinese cartoons.
>The unlucky and clumsy gynophobe of Canterlot High School.
Is this To-LOVE-Ru, the greentext: EqG edition?
1/2
>>26744369
>>26744402
Now, please don't take what I said negatively.
Honestly I don't know if you've ever written before, but it feels like you have.
You are better than pretty much anyone one their first time, by probably a factor of ten.
Christ, I try reading what I wrote two years ago and want to kill myself.
Your premise isn't bad either. It's interesting,probably because I watch too many mongolian moving pictures, and seems to be an all around good time.
With just two posts written you've already drawn me and I assume a myriad of other readers into your story, which is more than I can say I could do when I started.
What I mentioned above really is just critisism for critisisms sake. There's nothing wrong with how you're writing now, and you don't need to feel at all disinheartened by it.
I just thought that I might 'review' something for the first time, and why not do that on a new story.
>>26744678
write Ordinance u cuck
>>26744369
>You are Anonymous
Word of advice, unless you're starting with a character that isn't Anon, or switching perspectives, never use
>Be Anonymous/Anon
Besides that, the dialogues funny and this screams first day of Harem tv show so much that I love it.
Besides that, you've done a great job as a writer and I suggest that if you're going to continue this to take up a name and maybe make a pastebin.
All in all,you're pretty good.
>>26744678
>>26744741
I appreciate the criticisms, and will take them to heart. I have written some before, but never really in greentext form, usually prose. Repetition is something I certainly have a problem with and will work on in future delivery.
I'll work on it to be sure, hopefully the next part will be more up to snuff and have less aspects that stick out as 'negative.'
As for the To-LOVE-Ru, perhaps? I just don't remember reading any green where Anon has these characteristics.
>>26744841
Got it, thank you for the input. I'll start considering a name while I continue the next entry.
>We're caught in this thread
>I can't walk out
>Because I cucked you too hard babaaaaaay
>>26740932
Oi leman. You have a dA?
>>26731510
>Applejack stood up and regained her composure.
>Pushing her blonde hair back and huffing, she looks at you.
>”Annnnd that’s how it’s done.” Applejack swipes her hands comically.
>You look towards sunset and see her in a fetile position holding the back of her neck.
>That shit looked like it hurt.
“”Hey, is sunset going to be ok?”
>Applejack looks towards sunset with a puzzled look, with her lips pursed out.
>Looking back to you with a wide smile she says “Oh yea, she’ll be fine! It’s just been awhile since she’s taken a bump.”
>You’re not too sure since sunset hasn’t said a word since Applejack almost obliterated her.
>From the impact of AJ’s ‘move’, you swear Sunset went up at least 2 feet.
“Hey man, sunset. Are you ok?”
>”Yea, ugh, I’m fine.” Sunset says as she stands back up on her feet.
>”See? Ah told you she was fine. I only used about 30% of mah energy to do that.”
>Sunset continues to rub her neck.
>”Ok anon, do you think you can do it now?”
“What?”
>”Ah want you to perform the move Ah just showed you.”
“You mean I gotta do it now?”
>”For godsake’s anon. Yes, I want you to try it on me!”
>>26744744
dubs confrim 12 gets off his ass and writes ordinance
>>26744402
anon being gynopphobe? intrigingly new concept. i like it!
>>26740662
bump
>>26744402
>"That's him! The one who peeped at Miss Cheerilee and assaulted Fluttershy!"
>The shadowy feminine figures all leer and point at you, malice and anger clear in their voices.
>Frozen in fear, unable to even shake your head or make an attempt to clear your name, you take their hatred.
>"Why do they still let him even come to school?"
>"They should just lock him up already!"
>The evergrowing group of estrogen-fueled schoolgirls grow closer
"Leave me alone already! I told you, it was an accident alright? I really didn't mean it!"
>The face of Miss Cheerilee comes into view, pity and disgust showing vividly on her features.
>"Now girls, there's no need to use those kinds of bullying tactics."
>You can feel a slight sense of relief that Cheerilee is coming to your defense, but something doesn't quite sit right with you.
>What did she mean by -those- kinds of bullying tactics.
>The group of schoolgirls look amongst each other, snide grins coming to each face in a terrifyingly slow realization.
>All seem to now be holding various items. A bundle of rope. A melon baller. A pair of scissors.
>"I'll hold him down girls." Miss Cheerilee says in a grim tone.
>Terror strikes every ounce of your being, overflowing until you feel warm liquid fear running down your leg...
>You are Red Heart, School Nurse at Canterlot High School.
>There's a rather strong smell starting to fill your little office.
>It takes only a few seconds to realize what that strong ammonia filled scent is.
"Not again, Anonymous!"
>You groan and put down the paperwork you were looking over, before moving to check the cot that the boy is laying on.
>Sure enough, the once clean white sheets are staining yellow.
"I thought you were going to get help for this over the summer, Anonymous, truly."
>With a sigh, you move to the supply closet and pull out a duffel bag, leaving it at the foot of the cot.
1/6
>>26747424
>Taking an extra few moments, you scrawl out a letter and leave it on top, before grabbing your things and leaving the office, making sure to give the door a hefty slam.
"I suppose I can't really blame the poor child though..."
>You are Anonymous.
>Freshly awoken by the loud slam of the metal door.
>That dream was terrifying.
>Tears dried on your cheeks.
>Sweat drenching your entire body.
>Oh...that's not sweat.
"Ugh...not again..."
>You groan and sit up, instinctively grabbing the duffel bag that you knew would be there.
>After stripping and using the moist towelettes kept in the bag, and changing your clothes, you finally notice the note the nurse left you.
"Anonymous,
I understand you have little control over your condition, and know that I don't hold it against you. I couldn't, as a professional. However, you are not a child. Strive to start behaving in a manner more becoming of your age. I expect you to take those sheets and wash them, return them before the end of the school day tomorrow.
P.S.- Might I suggest eating less Asparagus?"
>You can't help but chuckle at the last bit, though you still feel quite guilty and rather embarassed about the situation.
>After looking around the nurses office for a few minutes, and finding a plastic bag to stuff the soiled sheet into, you gather your things to leave.
"All things considered, not too bad of a first day. Beats my freshman year..."
>Just thinking about that makes you weak in the knees.
>Hoisting the duffel over your shoulder, you move for the door.
>Through the window, you think you see a flash of pink, but it's gone before you can even think on it.
>Kzzzt "Would Anonymous Surname please report to the Office. Anonymous Surname, please report to the office."
"Should have seen this coming..."
>Gathering what courage you have, after checking the hall of course, you make your way to the Office.
2/6
>>26747435
>Sitting behind an all-too-fancy oak desk, in a rather plain office chair that ruins the craftsmanship of it, is Vice Principal Luna.
>"Confound this paperwork. I AM NOT YOUR SECRETARY CELLY!" She shouted mere seconds before noticing you.
>It was a good thing you already evacuated your bladder, because Luna's yelling was more than enough to trigger such an event.
>"Oh, you're here. Principal Celestia is expecting you."
>At least she is straight to business and doesn't try to make any small talk.
>She knew better.
"Alright, t-thanks."
>Dear god your voice cracked.
>Eager to escape the discomfort, and be on your way home, you enter the principal's office.
>You are Celestia.
>On your desk are a handful of reports submitted today.
>Anonymous is at it again.
>Multiple witnesses saw him 'attack' Fluttershy in a deviant manner.
>Those accounts are invalidated however, as when you spoke to Fluttershy, she said it was a misunderstanding.
>A misunderstanding you just so happened to understand, thankfully, meaning there wouldn't be too much trouble.
>However, Miss Cheerilee also submitted a report, and with no other witnesses, you're afraid you have no choice.
>"...I AM NOT YOUR SECRETARY CELLY!"
>You stifle a small giggle, smirking.
>True, your sister is not a secretary, but Discord had an incident that required some medical leave on short notice.
"How on earth did he manage to swallow so much glass in the first place?"
>An incredibly soft few knocks call your attention to your door.
>"P-Principal Celestia, y-you wanted to see me?"
>Those cracks in his voice were adorable and heartbreaking.
"Ah yes, come in Anonymous."
>Though you tried to keep your voice calm, you couldn't hide a slight tone of sadness.
>You hated this part of the job.
>You are Anonymous again.
>Before you sits your Principal, who, despite her kind and serene presence, terrifies you.
>Especially the way she told you to come in.
3/6
>>26747454
"I think I know why I'm here. A-and I want to say it was all a big misunderstanding, I didn't mean t-"
>You're interrupted by Celestia clearing her throat and pointing to the chair in front of her desk.
>Fight or Flight senses kick in, and it takes every last ounce of willpower to not run away with your tail between your legs.
>You do as you're told and take a seat, eyes darting for every possible chance of escape.
>"The incident in the Cafeteria today, yes, I know. However, that isn't what I called you for."
>A slight sense of relief hits you, calming the on edge nerves you felt.
"O-oh? Then what..."
>No sooner do the words leave your lips, do you notice a flourished signature on one of the papers of Celestia's desk.
>An i dotted with a daisy.
>Miss Cheerilee's signature.
"Oh..."
>"Oh is right, Anonymous. I understand you have some bad luck and that you aren't the most elegant of people..."
>Oh man was that the understatement of the millenia.
>"...however, as this is the Third report I have recieved from Miss Cheerilee throughout your years here at Canterlot High School, I'm afraid I have to take action now."
>Flashes of the actions taken by the girls in your nightmare play like a silent horror film in your subconscious.
>"on the first day of school no less. I assume you know where I'm going with this?"
>You nod your head and look down at your feet in shame.
>It really wasn't your fault, nor was what was to happen Celestia's...
>But you still felt terrible about it.
"So...expulsion then?"
>The laugh that comes from Celestia is a tad surprising, making you jump in the chair a little.
>She clears her throat. "Heavens no. I couldn't in good conscience expel you. However, you will face a weeks suspension, and you are expected to write a 3 page letter of apology to Miss Cheerilee."
"Yes Ma'am...Is that all?"
>Celestia shakes her head, and she reaches for the phone. "Not quite, Anonymous. Is your mother working today? Or would she be at home?"
4/6
>>26747472
>Your knees audibly crack together as your entire body tenses.
"N-n-no, she's at home. I-is it really necessary for you to t-tell her?"
>Though she can see your unease and fear, Celestia starts dialing, a frown on her face.
>"You know I have to, Anonymous."
>You can feel your stomach do a flip.
>Writing an apology letter and three weeks suspension is nothing. But your mother..
>You clench your fists against your knees and sit silently.
>"...Hello Miss Surname? Yes, this is Celestia from CHS. Quite well, thank you. No no, he was here today. I'm afraid this is a business call-"
>Sweat is forming on your brow as you imagine your mother's face on the other side of the line.
>What horrors will await you once you get home.
"I'm just..gonna go now."
>Celestia barely hears you, but nods and gestures to the door.
>You can catch a little more of the conversation as you leave.
>"...another incident with Miss Cheerilee. No, I don't believe it was intentional, but there still needs to be some action taken..."
>With your head down in shame, you make your way out of the school building, and start walking home.
>You are Fluttershy.
>And you've been following Anonymous around a little.
>Not that you're being invasive, that would be terrible!
>You're just trying to make sure he is alright, the poor thing.
>He really does have a string of bad luck.
>A light thumping against your back makes you reach around and softly pet your backpack.
"Shhh Angel Bunny, we'll be home soon, calm down." you whispered, leaning around the corner to watch.
>Anonymous is leaving the office now, and he looks vacant.
>More than that, it looks like he's...crying?
>But you told Principal Celestia that it was an understanding!
Oh dear, I know it wasn't his fault!
>An pang of sympathy towards Anonymous wracks your heart.
>You don't like seeing him in that pain..you know just as well as anyone what that can be like.
>Luckilly, you have your friends now...but you've been alone.
5/6
>>26747490
>As if sensing your thoughts, Angel Bunny thumps against your back again.
"Oh hush, I know I've had my little animal friends, but it's different..."
>You follow Anonymous, albeit staying behind so as not to be noticed by him.
>He exits the school and there's a rusty car, sputtering out thick puffs of smoke from the rear end.
>A woman is shouting something you can't really understand at Anonymous and pointing to the car.
>You watch as the older female slaps him and grabs a handful of his hair, forcing him into the backseat.
>Tears are filling your eyes now.
>One final glimpse of Anonymous before the car drives off.
>He looks so broken...so helpless.
>Your heart aches stronger than you've ever felt it before.
>With the speed of Rainbow Dash on the soccer field, you grab your phone and text your friends.
Girls something came up and I can't get milkshakes. Some other time, I'm so sorry.
>Something came up, hmm?
>There's someone hurting...and you can't just ignore that.
6/6
>>26747509
And that's it for now. I have a feeling I may have went overboard with the switching perspectives, but thats what my fingers were typing and it seemed to have semi-decent flow to it so I went with it.
>>26747529
nice work dude
>>26747529
The best green I've seen here in like weeks.
>>26747544
Thank you, nice dubs!
>>26747656
Thank you as well, glad you are enjoying.
And now looking back I see some inconsistencies I made, referring to the punishment. It is only 1 week, not three weeks as I goofed on in >>26747490
And a Pastebin now. I'll update the paste after posting new entries here in the future, rather than have multiple 'parts'.
http://pastebin.com/7fqVAPW5
>>26747863
thanks waid
>>26747863
Doormat Anon gets abused by his mom and saved by Shy when?
>>26747509
>You stare at the cracked stone of the basement, wincing and grunting with every heavy kick planted into your ribs.
>Pretty sure that a few are cracked, it's pretty hard to breathe.
>There is definitely some wheezing happening.
>"What have I told you about causing trouble for women, Anonymous?!"
>Mother is really not pulling any punches tonight. Or well, kicks.
"Y-yes Mother."
>You cry out in a groan of distress when you feel her heel digging into your side.
>"What did you say?"
"Ah...y-yes Miss Surname, I'm sorry."
>Sweet reprieve, however brief it may be, as that heel is removed.
>"That's better. Sickly little piece of shit."
>Another flurry of kicks and stomping into your already sore, punished flesh barrages you
>Able to feel your consciousness slipping, you make another mistake today.
>Cracking a slight smile of relief.
>"Smiling?! Do you know what it's like being known as the mother of the degenerate boy who runs around molesting and peeping on half the town? Do you?!"
>A pressure like a sledgehammer slamming into your temple, forcing cranium to smack and press against the concrete.
>"I should have dropped you at the orphanage like I wanted. If it wasn't for your scum sperm-donor's parent's sending those support checks I would have gotten rid of you years ago."
>The emotional abuse was a good sign, you thought.
>It usually means she's about done with your punishment.
>Luckily, you never knew your father.
>So that was a chord that when struck, produced nothing.
>Grandma and Grandpa however...you couldn't help the words that escaped your mouth.
"Y-yes Miss S-surname...i-it'd be a shame if you couldn't afford to drink yourself to sleep at n-night."
>"You cheeky little..."
>The next sensation you feel is her grip around your throat.
>The crazy bitch is squeezing with such force, your esophagus feels like it will be crushed in no time.
>"The only reason I drink is because I was cursed with a living piece of shit like you."
1/5
>>26750296
>Her fingernails dig into your throat slightly before she pulls back, and slams your face into the concrete with a sickening wet thud.
>Unconsciousness finally greets you after Mother's punishment...and once more, your bladder erupts in physical proof of the fear within.
>You are Fluttershy
>And it didn't take too much coercing to get Daddy to use his contacts in the CCPD to find out where Anonymous lives.
>He's always had a soft spot for you, and once you gave him a good pout combined with a toned down stare...well..
>The hoodie you wore was pulled tight, hiding your face slightly.
>You were surprised to find that the area of town that Anonymous lived in was so...shoddy.
>He dressed nicely enough, and when he had to speak in class, aside from a little familiar shyness, he was well spoken.
>You didn't even know that Canterlot had an area like this. It was rather scary, really..
>Maybe you should turn around...it's not really your business after all...
"N-no...I can't just let that poor boy hurt..I need to at least check on him."
>You finally saw the rustbucket of a car that Anonymous was tossed into at school, and your heart skips a beat.
>Now or never Fluttershy. Mind your own business and go home, or follow your more powerful urge to help Anonymous.
>The decision is made with only a little internal deliberation.
>Walking up along the walkway to the house, you take a deep breath.
>The door looks menacing, unknown. The house itself was barely standing, at least it looked that way.
>knock...
>knock knock...
>You hear the clatter of glass and stomping footsteps approaching the door, before it's swung open.
>"Can I help you?"
>Anonymous' mother answered the door...and oh dear she reeks of alcohol.
"Y-yes, I'm l-looking for Anonymous? I-is he home?"
>His mother looks down at you with a bit of a glare, though she still looks nicer than she did at the school.
>"He's home, but he is under punishment. No guests."
2/5
>>26750304
"O-oh, I'm sorry. C-could you tell him Fluttershy stopped by?"
>Anonymous' Mother cocked an eyebrow and leaned closer, getting into your face.
>The smell of booze grew even more intense.
>Letting out a squeak, you hide behind your hair a little, gaze averting and catching that some of Miss Surname's knuckles are skinned.
>"Fluttershy huh. You're the girl he attacked in the cafteria. Don't you worry, he'll learn his lesson."
>It seems she is misunderstanding the situation.
"That wasn't...n-no, that's not why I'm here Ma'am."
>"Then why?"
>You really, really don't want to say you're here to check up on him after seeing the way he was treated. But lying or coming up with an excuse, which you neglected to think of on the way, was out of the question.
"I u-umm, w-well you see..."
>Wait, you do have an excuse! And you have been wanting a little more help at the shelter lately..
"Y-you see, I volunteer at the Canterlot Animal Shelter, a-and I thought, since he was suspended, Anonymous could help out..as a form of community service.."
>His Mother closes her eyes for a few moments.
>"No, I don't think so. I need to keep that ba...bad.." the next word comes caked with a venom and hostility you normally only sense from a predator. "...son of mine under close supervision. He'll be staying here."
"O-oh..w-well if you change your mind."
>"I won't. Good night Slutterfly."
>...what did she call you?
>You brush it off as the alcohol and turn around, hearing the door close behind you.
>As you start walking away, a sound catches your attention, coming from an open window along the side base of the house.
>It's a basement window, cracked only slightly.
>Against your better judgement to leave, you make sure to not be seen and creep closer.
>Tears fill your eyes instantly, and you clasp your hands over your mouth to silence yourself.
>The sight makes your stomach turn.
3/5
>>26750315
>Anonymous is beaten, wounded and trapped in the basement. A pool of blood around his head, oozing from his nose.
>But that's not even the worst part.
>You watch as a light comes on, and fight the urge to look away when you see a glass bottle zip in and smash against his temple.
>Anonymous' mother soon comes into view, leaning down and screaming at him, while he tries to scurry away.
>Your heartstrings can't take this. He's more like a wounded animal than you could have ever imagined.
>You want to run. To get help. But you're glued in place.
>"Trying to get away from me?! Having your slutty friends try to come and give you a reason to escape huh?" his mother's fury echoes through the basement and out the window.
>"W-what..what are you-" Anonymous is interrupted by a slap to the mouth.
>"Don't play stupid you little bastard."
>You reach into your pocket and pull out your phone, open the camera, and hold it towards the window...
>You are Anonymous
>Mother is furious, and you don't know why.
>Slutty friends? You can't even talk to your Principal without feeling like you're going to piss yourself.
>You have no idea what's going on, though the concussion might be part of the reason.
"Mom, I-"
>Mother grabs a handful of your hair and drags you to the wall, propping you up.
>Her next action makes you vomit.
>Her foot connects with your groin with the force of an MMA fighter.
>"Don't call me that you worm. And the next time you try and have someone come get you, I'll make sure there's nothing left here for me to kick."
>Tears flow freely down your cheeks, while you desperately try to curl over and gasp for breath.
>"Clean this puke up and then get upstairs and make me dinner, I'm hungry."
>Your mother turns to leave, after spitting on you and grabbing a bottle of wine from a nearby rack.
>All you can do is sob silently and utter one small phrase.
"I wish you'd just kill me already."
>Gagging from the pain, you do as commanded.
4/5
>>26750325
>You are Fluttershy, and your hoodie is stained with tears.
>The grip on your phone is ironclad, and you tap the 'stop' button on the camera.
>As quietly as possible, you get away from the house and start tapping frantically on your phone.
>It's heartbreaking..but it only solidifies your will.
>You will save Anonymous, help him.
>God have mercy on anyone who tries to stop you.
5/5
>>26750337
That was intense. Cool story Waid.
>>26750337
You...
I like you. This is indeed one of the better premieres I've seen here. Good flow, interesting premise, nice characterization.
Still falling into that same trap that everyone suffers from at one point or another, starting two lines with the same word, though. If there's one thing you do to self-edit, making sure that doesn't happen is it.
This is good stuff, and I'm excited for more.
>>26750337
Holy shit I'm liking this I await more new writefriend
>>26750608
>>26750615
>>26750627
Thank you. I think I'm done posting for tonight, though. But who knows, the urge to write more might hit me mid insomnia. I've just got to say, if you're enjoying the ride so far, you'll like what I have cooking for the future.
As for that trap that you mentioned, I consciously tried to avoid it, but I fell back into it a few times. I'll make more of an effort on that part.Also, how do people feel about Flashbacks? Overused, or acceptable for character growth?
>>26750998
There was so much head trauma, is he gonna develop mental issues?
>>26751365
Aside from the obvious that he's already got? It's a possibility.... Though I intended him to be somewhat 'used' to it, as this isn't just an isolated incident.
>>26750998
Bloody hell, that was rough but good!
Keep it up mate!
>>26745608
>…..
“A-applejack. I don’t know about this.”
>”Holy shit, Anon. Are seriously nervous because ah’m a girl?.”
“Y-yes.”
>You’re currently standing behind AppleJack. She’s looking back at you with those big blue eyes of hers with an annoyed look on her face.
>Sunset is sitting on a plastic chair away from the trampoline with a bag of ice on her neck, and a smug look, enjoying the spaghetti show before her.
>Applejack holds the bridge of her nose.
>”Listen, I’ve fought my brother plenty of times. But I can understand where you’re coming from. But please anon, just try to do this. And I swear to god if you cop a feel Ah’m gunna break your nose”
>That wasn’t your intentions but as Applejack gently took your hands and guided them, thoughts began to invade your mind.
>And you began to chub.
>”Am ah gunna have to hold your hand through this whole process?”
>God, your hand was literally an inch away from applejack’s tit.
>”ANON!”
“Huh…what?....sorry I got lost.”
>Applejack twirls around and faces you, with her hands on her hips.
>”Ah swear ta’ god anon, if you don’t slam me as hard as you can the way I showed you in 3 seconds, I’m going to kick you in the nuts.”
>Well. Can’t say no to that.
>With lighting fast reflexs you grab Applejacks arms,
>”What the? Anon! I was Kidding!”
“Too late!”
>You lifted her up as high as you could, and with all your strength, drove the country flower over you and onto the back of her head as hard as you could.
>And with the force of the impact following , applejack skyrocketed upwards and fell off the trampoline.
>”WHAAAA” as she fell off and onto the ground.
>You could hear her body hitting the hard ground beneath you with a distinctive ‘SMACK’
>“Holy shit! Applejack Are you ok?!” sunset screamed as she bolted out of her chair and over to applejack.
>”Ughhhh” Applejack muttered.
>>26751968
>breaking Appul
You stupid green-faced idiot! Now she's going tofuckyou in revenge until yourpelvisturns to dust.
>>26751968
>if you don’t slam me as hard as you can the way I showed you in 3 seconds, I’m going to kick you in the nuts.”
I'd like to slam applejack in a sensual way if you know what i mean
Needs more Sunset. Stupid sexy Sunset.
>>26595241
>>26704266
>>26598749
Isn't this thread #190??
>>26752601
no. fuckoff with the last two. only the first one counts
>>26750337
Reminds me of my childhood
>>26751968
>Applejack
>blue eyes
leman pls
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>>26752488
Hey, Sunset isn't stupid
She just gets nervous when people watch her do math
>>26752773
The way she does math is so sexy it's stupid.
http://pastebin.com/CTKfug3d
Might as well just post the bin, it's been so long since I dropped any content.
>Applejack's eyebrow raises, pinning Pinkie with a glare.
>"Sure, that's what ya meant, sugarcube." Her gaze shifts to Flash. "Ah'm just not okay with exposin' mah lil' sis to any more of our friends 'displays'."
>He grimaces, looking down at his lap.
>"You noticed that, huh?"
>Lemon lets out a snort of laughter. "Dude, I'm pretty sure the whole balcony noticed."
>"Not stealthy. Like, at all." Rainbow puts in, and Big Mac chuckles, nodding in agreement.
"Yeah... Trixie did mention something about a bunch of people wanting you three kicked out."
>Anon gives Flash a weak smile, rubbing the back of his head.
>Vinyl just grins, unrepentant as usual, while her two lovers try to sink through the floor.
>"Come on, it's not that bad you sissies. And now we get the whole balcony to ourselves! Score!"
>Vinyl pumps her arm in victory while most of the table rolls their eyes, used to her antics.
>Anon can't help but to notice a furtive glance pass between Rainbow and Mac, though.
>Or the hand that slips onto his thigh, giving it a squeeze.
>"That's the spirit!" Pinkie says, looking around the cobbled together table and smiling widely.
"Heh. S-settle down, Pinkie."
>Anon tries to keep a straight face, but another hand joins the first on his other thigh.
>"Well, I'm sure we can conduct ourselves appropriately." Rarity murmurs, but her eyes keep roaming toward and over Anon.
>He's having a hard time not squirming in his seat as the pair of hands roam over him.
>"Yup! Appropriately for a bunch of teenagers alone in a dark movie theater with no supervision."
>Pinkie adopts a serious expression, giving a firm nod before dissolving into giggles.
>Rarity scowls, a light blush touching her cheeks. "Well, I, um... Just, know that I will be watching!"
>"Ooh, kinky."
>Applejack gapes at AB, Mac wearing a similar expression.
>>26753335
>Rarity just stares in horror as the young girl gives her a wink, bumping fists with the pink girl beside her.
>"Not mah sister, too..." Applejack groans, pulling her hat down over her eyes.
>Into this perfect storm of awkwardness strolls Noon, two tray stands under her armpit and a chair in her other hand.
>She sets the chair down at the head of the table, and sets up the stands to the side, an eyebrow quirked at the group.
>"So, you're my last table, and I haven't eaten yet. Mind if I sit down and get to know my sister's new friends a bit?"
>Rarity immediately snatches at this lifeline the world so kindly extended.
>"Of course, please, we'd be delighted!" She almost screeches.
>Noon looks around the table, and not seeing any dissent, she smiles.
>"Thanks. I'll be right out with your food."
>Lemon sighs, resting her face on her palm with her elbow on the table.
>"Well, this should be fun." She mutters, giving Anon's thigh a firm squeeze.
>Anon pats her back gently.
"Come on, Noon's nice. You told her you'd keep her updated, anyway."
>Lemon turns to him with an incredulous look. "Didn't she threaten to rip your balls off or something?"
>"It was more of a general death threat..."
>Everyone looks at Anon's nervous grin, then swings their gaze back toward the kitchen.
>"Eyup." Mac notes. "she ain't changed much."
>"She ever threaten to rip YOUR balls off, big guy?" Rainbow asks with a snicker.
>He gives her a thoughtful look. "Might've, a time or two. Noon gets a mite heated."
>Rainbow's grin falters a bit, but she rallies with a laugh, slapping Mac's back.
>Lemon just pillows her face with her arm, grumbling as Anon continues to rub her back.
>The kitchen door opens, and noon walks out with a huge tray on her shoulder, followed by someone carrying two more.
>"Arms off the table, Lem." Noon says as she sets her tray on one of the stands, turning to divest the man behind her of another.
>"Yeah, yeah, whatever mom." Lemon grunts and sits back up.
>>26750998
>There's something you've always found calming about the pitter patter of rain.
>Lightning strikes and illuminates the basement, and for a moment you can see the stains of years past.
>Concrete that looks rusted, forever a testament to the blood that has been spilled there.
>Mother passed out before dinner was done, and knowing better, you let her stay that way.
>The idea to pack a bag and run while she's asleep upstairs crosses your mind more than once.
>But even though she treats you worse than shit, completely expendable...
>..you can't bring yourself to leave.
>Clinging to a hope that maybe one day she'll come back to her senses, and be the mom she was when you were younger.
>You rest your back against the cool stone wall, knees tightly held to your chest, and try to get some rest while you can.
>Knowing full well that your hell begins anew when Mother awakes.
>Elsewhere...
>You are Fluttershy
>And right now, the ear-shattering thunder and nightmare fuel lightning don't exist.
>Rain is lost in your tears.
>Running. Running faster than you ever believed possible.
>A call to daddy, frantically sobbing and weeping for some help.
>"Calm down Shy, I can't understand you, deep breaths sweetie."
"D-Daddy, I can't! He was...h-he needs...Oh god, p-please, there has to be something we can do!"
>"This Anonymous kid? What happened shy?"
>With a flurry of emotions, you recount the events.
>The yelling. The emotional abuse. The physical abuse. All the blood. And Anonymous' silent plea to be killed.
>"...Shy, are you absolutely sure of all that?"
"I recorded it all!"
>After running for so long, your legs finally give way at a corner.
>"Where are you?"
>After a look at the street signs, you relay the location.
>Daddy says he's going to bring help, and to wait there.
>You can only hope he hurries.
>There's a terrible feeling growing in your stomache.
>And the ominous weather doesn't bode well.
1/3
>>26753920
>You are Anonymous
>Dreaming of better days.
>Days that you can't even recall being a reality when you are awake.
>The sun is shining as you play in the backyard with two towering adults.
>Everything is hazy, like watching a grainy film in sepia tone.
>Vibrant colors here and there, the strongest of subconscious memories.
>Mother wearing a beautiful blue sun dress. The house painted apple red.
>Much better than the shit brown it looks like these days.
>"Look at our little man, John...he's going to be so handsome when he grows up."
>Her voice is so soft and sweet, sounding like an angel.
>You don't fear her in this dream.
>A rough, masculine voice follows mother's.
>"Of course he is, Jane. Just look at his parents."
>Laughter. Genuine, heartfelt laughter.
>You wish you could make out John's face.
>Even if it's just a dream...
>The longing to remember your father hits stronger than it ever has.
>Sunshine gives way to grey skies.
>You're no longer outside. You're alone in a room, screaming and crying.
>Jane is also screaming in another room.
>"....can't believe you, you asshole!"
>More yelling. Mother is crying. Why is she crying.
>No words escape your mouth, you can't take control of this dream.
>Deafening thunder cracks, and light floods your vision.
>"...237-A. Get the paramedics in here."
>You don't recognize that voice.
>"-nonymous? Can you hear me? Everything's going to be okay. You're safe now. She can't hurt you anymore."
>That's not John...it's not mother.
>"-cer that's a lot of blood. We need to get him on the stretcher right away."
>You're being lifted, restrained...but it's not malicious.
>It's safe.
>Tilting your head to the side, you see the raging face of Jane, your mother.
>Being forced against the ground and cuffed.
>Her eyes lock with yours, and she releases a banshee howl.
>"You'll never get away from me Anonymous! You can't survive without me, you piece of shit!"
>A female officer pushes Jane's head into the floor to silence her.
2/3
>>26753937
>You struggle against the stretcher, but you too are held in place.
>That's when you cry out in pain. You can finally feel all the wounds that have been inflicted.
>Definitely some broken ribs, and your shoulder is out of the socket.
>You can't help it, and pass out.
>You are Fluttershy.
>So man police cars are parked outside Anonymous' house. There's also an ambulance.
>There was a lot of loud screaming coming from inside.
>Loud enough that even from you and Daddy's spot down the street it made you shake.
>You winced when you heard Anonymous scream, and grabbed your Dad's arm.
>"Don't worry Shy...he's going to be alright. See? They are loading him into the ambulance now."
>No, you couldn't see. Everything was a blur through the tears.
"D-Daddy, can we go to the hospital?"
>With visible regret, your father shakes his head.
>"I know you're worried Shy, but you've been through quite a bit tonight, and you have school tomorrow."
>You grip onto your skirt, whimpering out a meek nod.
>He's right.
"After school?"
>With a nod, he starts up the engine and you begin to drive away.
>You manage to catch a glimpse into the back of the ambulance.
>Anonymous looks so broken and sad...so scared.
>Bringing a hand to the window, you press your palm against it and blink away some tears, whispering.
"Anonymous..."
3/3
>>26753946
>So man police cars
Many*
Thought about waiting to post this next bit, but saw there was a long enough lull between Pheno's story posts, figured nobody would mind.
>>26753982
congrats you made me curios what happened to have changed the mother so much
>>26753335
>Anon frowns, noticing a slight pause from Noon, but he can't see her face as she sets down the tray.
>She straightens up with a smile and grabs the last tray from the man helping her.
>"Thanks, Broad. You can retreat back to your lair."
>He grunts, jerking his head at Big Mac with a tiny smile.
>"Good to see you, Mac." He rumbles out before turning back to the kitchen.
>Big Mac watches him go, noticing a small hitch in his stride..
>"Still got the limp, huh?" He mutters, and Noon smiles after the man a little sadly.
>"You know how he is." Noon says as she sets plates in front of people, quickly emptying a tray and going back for another one.
>Sensing a delicate topic, Rarity regarded her meal. "Well, this looks delicious! Let's dig in, shall we?"
>Noon finishes setting out everyone's food, checking to make sure that their silverware's accounted for before taking her own seat.
>"Please, be my guest. I'm just gonna have a little chat with my sister."
>She turns to the girl, and Lemon gulps audibly.
>"Who's supposed to have been checking up with me every day."
>"Look, Noon, I'm sorry, I just, got caught up in everything..."
>She glances at Anon and Fluttershy, and Noon's expression softens a little.
>"Yeah, I get it. It's okay. But please, just keep me in the loop, sis."
>She ruffles Lemon's hair with a grin and glances around the table before starting into her meal.
>Lemon absently tries to smooth her hair back down. 'That went better than I expected...'
>Everyone seems to be content to eat in relative silence.
>Noon eventually strikes up a conversation with the Apple siblings, catching up on how the farm is doing.
>Pinkie seems to be content making cryptic remarks to Flash about how she "Told you so."
>Anon eats his meal stiffly.
>Heh.
>The girls on either side of him seem to be taking turns making him uncomfortable.
>One would eat, while the other engaged in conversation, her hand busy under the table.
>'Okay, I expect this shit from Lemon, but..?'
>>26753982
Great update!
>>26753982
Yeah, it's no problem. I tend to just write as I go, so there are usually pretty irregular gaps between posts.
If I wanted people to wait for me to finish... Well, I'd be an ass.
Gotta say, though, your story is top notch Waid. I'm really liking it.
>>26754082
>Anon sneaks a glance at Fluttershy as she talks to Rarity about stitches. Or something.
>Her expression's innocent enough, but god damn is her hand misbehaving.
"So, Noon, no problems from Crystal prep about Lemon?"
>Noon glances at him, then nods.
>"Sure. They're fine with it as long as she doesn't start missing classes. Cadance is a pretty understanding woman."
>Anon smiles, stifling a grunt as Fluttershy gets a little more aggressive.
>Getting up from this table is going to be an awkward process.
"Y-yeah, Lemon mentioned that she's pretty nice."
>Lemon nods, setting her utensils aside as she finishes her lasagna.
>"She's really done a lot of good for that school."
>Fluttershy pouts, busying herself with eating again as Lemon's hand slips under the table.
>'Seriously, did they have some sort of meeting about this? Where was I?'
>Lemon glances over at Octavia, who's listening to something off Vinyl's iPod with Flash.
>Vinyl talks softly as the two nod along to the music.
>"Kinda wish she'd been around when Octy started. Then again, things seem to be working out fine."
>Anon shares a smile with Lemon, then looks at Noon.
"Well, um, things are going... Fine at Flash's place. Really good. Not strange."
>Noon gives him a smirk. "I'm sure. Obviously there've been SOME breaks in the orgy."
>Lemon rolls her eyes. "Pfft, orgy? More like ambulatory threesomes. Although, we don't really know how many people were in there with that Cloudkicker chick..."
>Noon blanches. "I... I was joking..."
>Lemon shrugs. "You wanted an update. I have to have these thoughts of you and Big McHugedick over there, you get to picture all the interesting shapes me, Flutters and Anon can twist ourselves into."
>Noon blushes furiously. "Me and Mac? We never did anything."
>Lemon just grins at her. "So how did you you know I wasn't referring to Broad?"
>"But, we, it... It was a long time ago..." Noon finally mutters out, looking down at her lap.
>>26754449
Returning bump
>>26753946
Liking this very much. Now we need to see the girls know that Anon was abused
>>26754977
first of all i want to know why is mother changed that much
>>26754977
>>26755778
I kind of want Cheerilee to get what she deserves. A teacher in on the bullying really pissed me of more than it should.
>>26755799
oh thats true i just dont see how i could only see her apologizing and being sorry but not getting some actual punishment sadly
>>26754050
>>26754096
>>26754116
>>26754977
>>26755778
First of all, thank you for enjoying my green.
I hope to address both of these (The girls reactions to finding out, and why his mom changed so much) in my next bit. I've been typing since 3pm (I'm est, so for about 3 hours) and hope to have a sizable update later on tonight. The words just keep flowing!
>>26755799
Cheerilee wasn't really in on the bullying. If you're referring to saying that she'll hold him down, that was a gynophobic nightmare brought on by being chased after the cafeteria incident earlier that day, plus Cheeri was the last person Anonymous saw before going unconscious
>>26755819
oh... well good, guess i got all worked up for nothing. Now that i'm calming down i feel a little deflated. I at least hope he won't just forgive whoever has then.
>>26753946
Damn such good writing
>You take a breath of fresh air and admire the open space of the large park.
>Gentle breezes cause the grass to rustle and sway in small waves.
>Agreeing to go to the park with Fluttershy turned out well enough.
>Today is quite pleasant, with clouds blanketing the sky and dimming the light of the sun, giving the whole area a slight grey complexion.
>A drop of rain falls onto your arm, you notice the darkening clouds in the sky and soon you hear the drops of many more begin to hit the ground around you and Fluttershy.
>”Hey Sunset, I think we should find something to get underneath, in case the rain gets worse,” Fluttershy suggests.
“Sure, I’d rather not get wet.”
>You spot a pair of picnic benches underneath a metal awning at the top of a shallow hill.
>Soon, you and Fluttershy are underneath the awning, the rain and wind slowly begin to pick up, and distant rumbles of thunder.
“So, do you like the rain?” you ask.
>”I don’t really like it because all my animals get wet, then I have to clean and dry them off,” she quietly says.
>You nod, half listening.
>The table shakes as someone sits on the opposite side of the picnic table where you and Fluttershy sit.
>You look back and see that he is soaking wet.
>They’re facing away from you, wearing a dark grey hoodie, black pants and some gloves.
>He speaks up.
>”I saw a bear heading this way from over there it’d be a bad idea to stick around.” he says, pointing to a treeline some distance away.
>You look past him and see something in the shadows of the trees.
>He quickly moves in front of you, blocking your sight to the trees.
>”No seriously, you need to leave,” he says urgently.
>”Sunset, I think we should do what he says and go already.” Fluttershy urges you as she stands up from the table.
>>26756499
“You go ahead Fluttershy, I’ll catch up.”
>The table shakes as the man rapidly stands from his seat.
>”No, seriously, I really need you to get away from here, if you need any more convincing just look over there again,” he says, thrusting his finger over to the treeline again.
>”Sunset please, we need to go!” Fluttershy anxiously says, already taking several steps away from the tables.
>You look again to the trees and see something beginning to cross the field between the treeline and the awning.
>It’s something that you have never seen before, it’s walking upright, and has a large, dome shaped head.
>He snaps his fingers in front of your face.
>”Hey, stop looking at it, and get the hell out of here already,” he says, his tone becoming more frustrated.
>You give a slow nod and quickly run down the hill and hide behind a nearby tree.
>From here you can still just barely see him.
>He leans on one of the tables, and faces towards the direction of the creature.
>Oddly, you start to hear a quiet sound, like someone is humming, and it’s strangely clear over the noise of the rain.
>The sound grows louder, until it becomes audible singing, and then the source of the sound comes into view, or at least half of it.
>It stops in front of the boy, and the singing ceases.
>Now you can get a better look at it, it seems to be a very tall humanoid with a massive, dome shaped head comprised of… large eyes and mismatched body parts.
>As you look at it, you start to feel uneasy and worried.
>Many of the eyes begin to stare at the boy, unblinking.
>He reaches out and grabs one of the creature’s hands, then slowly leads it back in the direction that it had initially come from.
>You crawl back up the hill as slowly and quietly as you can, just barely keeping the two of them in sight.
>>26756511
>You make it back to the benches and notice that the creature is wearing a long, thin dark dress.
>The lower part of the dress is ripped, dirty, and drenched, and the rest of it seems to be in poor condition as well.
>He leads the creature out to the trees, nods, and the creature walks back into the trees.
>The man turns around and begins to walk back over to where you are.
>Soon, he is back and he sits back down on one of the benches.
>He looks up at you, leaning on one of his hands.
>”Can’t figure out why you wanted to stick around.”
“I honestly don’t even know, either. Guess I was just curious.”
>He laughs and further relaxes on the bench.
>”Well, I bet you’re real confused right now, I’m willing to answer just about any questions that you ask.”
>What should you ask him?
“How about… what was that thing?”
>”That’s a tough one, hard to describe, but I’ll say that it’s an old friend.”
>His cocky smile slowly fades.
>”Friend is a big stretch, actually. She was just glad that I could talk to her without going insane.”
“Without going insane?”
>He nods and leans forward.
>”Yeah, we talked using our minds, and due to her nature, a living human would go insane talking to her.”
“Living human? So, you’re not alive?” you ask as you tilt your head.
>He slowly nods his head, then reaches up to his face and wipes off some makeup, revealing pale grey skin.
>”Guilty as charged, I’ve been dead for a few years now, and occasionally my body gets fixed up.”
“Wow, okay. I can’t say that I’ve ever seen anything like that before.”
>Before you can ask another question, he looks down and pulls out a phone from his pocket, then reads something on it.
>”Ah, sorry, looks like I have to go. Was good to meet you, don’t tell anyone about what you saw here or they’ll think that you’re insane,” he says as he starts to walk away.
>>26756524
ok im curios more when?
>>26756499
>”I saw a bear heading this way from over there it’d be a bad idea to stick around.” he says, pointing to a treeline some distance away.
STRANGER DANGER
BAD TOUCH, BAD TOUCH
>Oddly, you start to hear a quiet sound, like someone is humming, and it’s strangely clear over the noise of the rain.
>Now you can get a better look at it, it seems to be a very tall humanoid with a massive, dome shaped head comprised of… large eyes and mismatched body parts.
Yes.
>You crawl back up the hill as slowly and quietly as you can, just barely keeping the two of them in sight.
Frenzy resistance thru the roof
>“Living human? So, you’re not alive?” you ask as you tilt your head.
Not the first thing I'd ask, as that would be
"THE FUCK WAS THAT HOLY SHIT"
>“Wow, okay. I can’t say that I’ve ever seen anything like that before.”
A moving dead guy?
Yeah nah cool story senpai I'm chill.
Sunset is hard as nails.
All in all, I am positively throbbing at the thought of this continuing.
Please do so.
Just to be clear:
>Anything with >no hooves is welcome and encouraged here.
This means that there's no real guideline I need to follow other than just writing the characters in human form?
Like, if I don't want to use a variation of the Anon character-concept, or the second person, I can just go ahead and nix those?
>>26757284
As long as it's humans and is about one of the canon characters in the EqG or FiM universe, you're golden.
If you wanna make OCs, you head over to Normal Norman.
>>26754449
>"No doubt, sis. Nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, props. Guy's a stud. Mitts off, though, I think Rainbow'd throw you in a wood chipper."
>Noon blanches, glancing over at the girl hanging onto Mac's arm, a devilish grin on her face as he blushes.
>"...That's Rainbow? I remember when she was barely up to my waist..."
>Anon arches an eyebrow.
"Really, the hair didn't give it away? Yup, Rainbow grow'd up."
>Noon looks at the pair, then chuckles wryly.
>"She finally made her move, huh? Good for her." Anon chuckles.
"Yeah, I think they're good together."
>Anon pauses. 'Huh, I really do feel like that...'
>Lemon's hand gives him a particularly strong squeeze, and he fights down a grin.
>'This is getting out of hand. Or, in hand. Bah!'
"L-lemon, Settle down..."
>Anon tries to say this as quietly as he can, but she just grins at him.
>"That was delicious." Fluttershy murmurs, smiling at Noon.
>She pushes her plate forward and plucks her napkin from her lap, dabbing at her lips.
>Anon watches her hands lower, retreating under the table again.
>Apparently she's done being coy, because she doesn't bother going over his jeans.
>Anon hisses lightly as he feels her fingers slide into his pants, slipping down to the base of his shaft.
>"You alright?" Noon asks, a concerned look on her face.
"Just fine. This food is just as good as the LAST time I was here, by the way."
>Anon gives her a sickly grin, wondering if she'll catch the emphasis he put on his words.
>"Oh, thanks. I'll pass that along to Broad."
>Nope.
>Anon grits his teeth as Fluttershy's hand wraps around his shaft.
"Um, what time is it? Isn't the movie going to be starting soon?"
>Anon looks at Fluttershy, his head nodding in AB's direction and widening his eyes slightly.
>Fluttershy blinks, then flushes, and her hand retreats slowly.
>If a hand could be petulant...
>"Oh, you're right, Anon, it's almost time to be getting back." Rarity notes.
>She turns to Noon, holding out a hand.
>>26753946
>The next day
>Canterlot High School is buzzing with news about Jane Surname's arrest and Anonymous' hospitalization.
>To your chagrin, there is little in the way of sympathy for Anonymous.
>"It's about time that perv got what was coming to him."
>"Yeah, I say we should commemorate his mom, give her the key to the city!"
>It makes you want to cry all over.
>Those stupid girls have no idea what they are talking about. You want nothing more than to walk over to them and...
>No, Fluttershy, you're not that type of person.
>You do your best to ignore all the negativity around you.
>It's not that hard to do, considering your thoughts keep drifting back to seeing Anonymous in the back of that ambulance last night.
>That image plagued what sleep you managed to get. A tear stained pillow is not fun to wake up on.
>Only the Teachers seem to show any kind of sympathy. You can hear a few tidbits from the faculty lounge when you pass it on your way to lunch.
>"That poor boy. Even he didn't deserve that.."
>Okay, so it wasn't completely right that they still thought him to be some kind of deviant.
>But it was a start at least, right?
>You sit at the table with the rest of your friends, bringing out your salad and some mixed fruit.
>"So, girls, shall we address the metaphorical Elephant in the room?" Rarity, of course, is the first to speak.
>"Oooooh! There's an Elephant?! How did they get it into the Cafeteria? Can we ride it? I want to feed it some peanuts and take it for a ri-mmf!" Pinkie is interrupted by Dash covering her mouth.
>"Pinks, it was a figure of speech. She's talking about Anonymous."
>The energetic girl's eyes widen and she nods, seeming to grasp the situation.
>But of course when Dash removes her hand, Pinkie mutters - "An Elephant would be better..."
>"Do we really have to talk about him? Just thinking about him takes away my appetite."
"Umm..girls..?"
>Ignored, as per the usual.
1/7
>>26758147
>"Perhaps now he'll have learned his lesson. Though of course, I think his mother went a tad overboard."
>A tad? Understatement of the year, Rarity.
"Girls?"
>AJ shrugs pointing her spork with a spear of broccoli towards Rarity. "If ya ask me, it wasn't enough. I don't pretend to know all the juicy bits, but he attacked our friend. I say good riddance."
>You can feel the heat of anger filling your body. And that is definitely not a common occurence.
>"Applejack, maybe you shouldn't talk about that right now. Fluttershy is starting to blush, maybe it's too soon?" Sunset chimes in.
"No! You've all got it all wrong!"
>Finally the girls all look towards you, a little surprised at your outburst.
>Not that you were too terribly loud really.
>"Fluttershy, it's alright. We've all had our encounters with that brute. But you are far more sensi-"
"You're wrong! Anonymous doesn't deserve any of what everyone is saying about him!"
>Dash, usually on your side, rolls her eyes with a scoff. "Shy, you don't have to act tough."
>You really can't take this anymore.
"I'm not acting tough! Poor Anonymous, his mom...she..."
>Tears are starting to well up again, and your friends look apologetic...but its sympathy for you being upset, not for Anonymous.
>You pull out your cellphone and bring up the video from the previous night, setting it on the table.
>Everyone falls silent, watching with eyes widening
>After the video ends, you break the uncomfortable silence.
"I watched...I c-couldn't help him. I couldn't do anything but call my Dad."
>More silence. The look of guilt on your friends' faces mirrors your own guilt at being little more than a bystander.
"He's more than everyone thinks he is...I know it. When I saw him in that ambulance I...I..."
>Your voice breaks and a hiccup of sadness escapes your mouth.
"...I'm sorry for ruining your lunch."
>Standing, you leave the tupperware containing your salad.
>The girls' voices are deafened to you.
2/7
>>26758159
>Daddy will understand if you skip the afternoon...
>As you leave the school, you're surprised to find him waiting at the car with a half-smile.
>"You lasted longer than I thought you would. Come on, lets go."
>You are Applejack, and you can't believe everything you just saw.
>Nobody at the table can, and everyone has the same guilty look.
>Pinkie Pie's hair isn't as poofed as normal.
>Rarity is trying her best not to cry...she wouldn't want her mascara to run.
>Dash is clenching her fist on the tabletop and muttering. "Stupid stupid stupid." over and over.
>Sunset looks the worst of all though. She knew better than anyone at the table what Anonymous must be going through.
"Girls...I think we made a huge mistake."
>Unanimous nods of agreement.
>"It's not like any of us coulda known, right? I mean, he's been a wierdo since middle school."
"That's another thing. Do any of ya remember Anonymous before middle school?"
>Pinkie Pie is the first to respond. "Yeah, we used to play on the monkey bars at recess."
>Dash looks up a little. "I think I was on a little league team with him, now that you mention it."
>Rarity shakes her head, but she moved to Canterlot right before freshman year.
>A similar situation with Sunset...well, not quite similar, what with the whole Equestria thing..
"And I used to play with him at the farmer's market when I was little."
>One by one, a light starts dawning on each of you at the table. Rarity and Sunset aside, though they seem to catch on to the general mood rather quickly.
>You all remember that at one point you could call Anonymous a friend, but somewhere down the line, something changed.
"We've got some thinking to do. And not just for Fluttershy's sake."
>Everyone nods again as the bell rings.
"Come to the farm after school. We got alot to talk about."
>You are Anonymous
>Hospitals suck.
>Last night is a blur, but you think that has something to do with the morphine flowing through your veins.
3/7
>>26758171
>Pro- Your everything doesn't hurt quite as much anymore.
>Con- you can barely move in this bed.
>There are bits and pieces you can remember. That dream for one.
>How your mother shrieked for another.
>And for some reason, you swear you saw something pink again when you were loaded into the ambulance.
>"Ah, Anonymous, you're awake."
>That voice isn't familiar. And even worse...
>it belongs to a woman.
>The EKG sensor starts going crazy, and you start shaking in the bed.
>"Anonymous, please calm down. I'm not here to hurt you. I'm Chryssy, your doctor."
>The rapid beeping slows slightly, and your eyes clench shut. It'll make it a bit easier at least. But you're still shaking.
"A-alright."
>"Good. Now, we've got some important things to discuss...are you experiencing a headache?"
"N-no, it's just..."
>"Are my tits popping out again?"
>From the tone of her voice, you're pretty sure she's smirking and trying to ease the tension with a joke.
>If anything now you're more tense.
"No, I just...don't worry about it."
>The sound of paper being flipped about catches your ears before a soft "Ahh, I see. I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but there aren't any male Doctors on shift right now. At least, none that aren't already occupied. You'll have to make due with me.
"Nng...alright."
>"Can you tell me what you remember about last night, Anonymous?"
"N-not much. I remember hearing a loud bang and waking up to my mo-..Miss Surname yelling. Everything else is pretty fuzzy."
>"Mmm..yeah I'm not surprised." She's scribbling something down while speaking.
>You're tempted to ask about Mother, where she is..but you're not that doped up. You know exactly where she is.
>"We took the liberty of running some tests while you were unconscious. X-rays, blood tests and the like. You have been through a lot haven't you."
>She clearly wasn't asking, but that didn't stop the slightest of nods coming from you.
4/7
>>26758188
>"4 fractured ribs on the left, 3 more on the right... Multiple lacerations to your cranium, a dislocated shoulder..and the x-rays showed that you've had several breaks on your legs that never healed properly."
>You whimper out of instinct and start rambling on.
"I fell down the stairs while I was doing my chores thats all. I'm really cl-"
>"Anonymous, that's enough. You don't need to protect her. We already know."
>You can feel the wetness building in your eyes. Part of you wants this to be real. Another part, hammered into you, wants to correct her...but you remain silent.
>More scribbling before she speaks again. "We weren't able to contact your grandparents, and your files say you have no other relatives..."
>Your breath hitches when a weight joins you on the bed.
>Eyes open slightly to see the dark-skinned Doctor sitting at the foot of the bed.
>She turns and you wince, making the smile she was trying to calm you with fade to a frown.
>"...as I was about to say. We've already found someone who is downstairs filing guardianship papers. You'll be leaving, since your injuries are mostly minor."
>Your breath catches again.
"I-is it a-"
>She cuts you off with another smile. "No, he's a big strong man. More like a teddy bear really, but he does have-"
>You are Fluttershy
>Waiting in your father's car with your knees clutched to your chest, sobbing happily.
>Daddy was the best. He saw how much this was affecting you.
>Luckilly, he was a licensed Foster parent, and when the two of you entered and overheard that woman talking about who to release Anonymous to..
>Your dad just told you to wait in the car, gave your shoulder a squeeze, then made his way to the officers and the doctor.
>It'll be wierd having a boy other than Daddy in the house, but it wouldn't be the first time.
"Please God...let us help Anonymous...he deserves some good."
>A silent prayer, before all the emotions hit you, overwhelmingly so.
>Now you rest.
5/7
>>26758203
>You are Anonymous
>And you are being wheeled through the hall by a bear of a man.
>Chryssy wasn't kidding. This dude looks like he solely eats protein powder.
"Mister uh..."
>A hearty chuckle before the big guy (for you) responds.
>"Just call me Ted."
>You've gotta be kidding me.
"Is that short f-"
>"Yes. But Ted is fine."
>It takes a lot of willpower to suppress your own laughter..for fear of your life, and because it would really kill.
>Broken ribs and laughter don't really mix.
"Alright, Ted. You know, I really appreciate this but you don't have to go through all this trouble. The state could take me in for a year, or I could just get emancipated."
>The wheelchair suddenly stops and you feel a big, strong hand on your shoulder
>"It's no trouble. Besides, Shy would never forgive me if I didn't help you out."
"Shy? As in..f-fluttershy?"
>"Yup. My little angel."
>...did he just squeeze your shoulder?
>Pretty sure he did. Luckilly it wasn't the newly re-socketed one. It still hurt.
"G-great..."
>"Heh. You don't sound too enthused. Don't worry, I know you didn't mean to do anything bad. Especially after hearing about those breaks that didn't heal. I'm surprised you didn't tell anyone...Oh...sorry."
"Don't mention it..."
>The doors open and you hear the doctor call out. The loudness of her words makes you flinch and grip the chair. "Take care Anonymous! Stay out of trouble and visit me again soon, but not too soon!"
>There is something wrong with that doctor. But you respond by raising your right hand with a thumbs up.
>Ted pushes you out to the car and helps you into the back.
>You can barely see Fluttershy in the front seat, all huddled up, just a mess of pink hair showing..
>...No, that's just silly.
>Visibly tense, you buckle up.
>"Don't you worry 'Non. We're going to take good care of you, I promise."
"Yeah...thanks Ted."
>The door closes, and Ted starts up the car.
>Morphine hasn't quite wore off yet, and just supporting yourself is tiring.
6/7
>>26758226
>Your last thought before drifting off to sleep for the ride is-
Good job me...made it through a day without pissing yourself...
>Meanwhile in the front seat.
>You are Fluttershy, and you woke up when you heard Anonymous' voice
>Can't let him know of course!
>It has nothing to do with how you are suddenly really nervous.
>Daddy can tell though. He saw you peek.
>And now he has a big grin on his face while he drives.
>That just makes you blush even more.
>You whisper to yourself and smile
"Everything is going to be fine now Anonymous...I promise."
>You are Jane.
>The cell you're in is still more comfortable than the basement.
>Which is precisely why you never sent that miserable prick of a son to Juvie.
>Anonymous, that ingrate!
"Ugh! After I fed and kept him clothed, how could he turn me in!"
>Your head is pounding from that cunt slamming your head into the ground.
>Right about now, you really want a drink...and to take out some frustration on Anonymous.
>A clank on the bars catches your attention.
>"Surname, get up, you've got a visitor."
>It sure took Anonymous long enough to come groveling.
>With a smug smirk, you get to your feet and move to the bars.
>Looking down along the path, you're surprised to see that it's not Anonymous who is visiting.
>Instead, it's even better.
>Your visitor comes close and reaches through the bars, embracing you and kissing your forehead.
>"I'm so sorry Jane, I didn't know this would happen!"
>Your reply comes softly and sweetly as you return the hug with a serene smile.
"Oh hush. This isn't your fault at all, Cheeri."
7/7
>>26758248
And that's all for now. Revelations are slowly but surely coming, I promise! Sorry for all the cliffhangers. At least I didn't end on fluttershy again like I've noticed myself doing! (By the way, the Cheeri twist...you can blame >>26755865 for putting the idea in my mind)
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>>26758248
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>>26757549
>"I'll take care of the check, darlings. My treat." She smiles. "I don't think we'll have time for desert."
>"Blasphemy!" Pinkie roars out, but beyond the sound of some pots clattering to the floor in the kitchen, everyone ignores her.
>Noon hands Rarity the check with a smile and follows her up to the register, and Anon uses the distraction to pry Lemon's hand out of his crotch.
"Lemon, save it for later."
>Anon mutters this out as he leans over and kisses her, drawing out a pleased murmur.
>'Now I just need to figure out how to get rid of the evidence... Granny smith in a dress... Granny smith in a bathing suit... Granny smith in under- okay, that did it.'
>Anon stands up slowly, and the rest of the party joins him on their feet in their own time.
>Fluttershy immediately presses up against him, and he smiles a little bit bemusedly at her.
"What's gotten into you, Flutters?"
>She looks up into his eyes, and he can see a sparkle in hers.
>"Everyone's... Looking at me, Anon. I... Like it." She murmurs, leaning in and giving him a kiss.
>When they break apart, Anon takes a glance around the room.
>It's pretty full still, people finishing up their meals, having conversations over coffee, living their lives.
>But occasionally someone will glance in their direction.
>A preteen boy sneaking furtive looks as he nods along to his mother's lecture.
>A trio of girls, probably from Ponyville, jealousy and admiration warring in their eyes.
>An older man in a battered suit, taking a break from his paper to give Fluttershy an admiring look, then turn to Anon's scowl and give him a lecherous wink.
>Eww.
>He looks back into Fluttershy's simmering eyes.
>"I'm really glad you and Lemon convinced me to come out..." She says, smiling up at him.
>Anon blinks, then smiles back at her.
>"Sheesh, I know you said you wanted to change, Flutters." Lemon sidles up beside her, giving her a hug.
>>26758272
Need to kill...
Rising...
I mean, shit. Yeah, the idea of someone that hides abuse being put in charge of children. That won't make me go a bit murderhobo. Nope.
[Part 1]
>Flash Sentry
>"I'm glad so many of you could make it to this year's Freshmen Dance." Principal Celestia says, a smile on her face. "With this dance, we hope that you'll all have a chance to connect with your fellows students while also having a little fun. So, don't be shy; just get out there and dance."
>Flash tugs at his dark blue dress shirt, his suit suddenly feeling a bit stuffy. The sound of clapping, causes his attention to snap back to Principal Celestia.
>"Enjoy the dance." With that, she signals to the Sophomore band onstage, prompting them to start playing as she made her way offstage.
>Flash sighs, running a hand through his hair. Suddenly, a strong hand grips his shoulder, causing him to nearly jump out of his skin.
>"Yo, Flash!"
"Phew. Hey, Beats."
>Beats cocks an eyebrow. "You okay, man? You look like you owe somebody money."
>Flash rocks on the heels of his feet, glancing away.
"Yeah. I'm cool. Totally fine."
>"Yeah, right. You're usually, like, pretty outgoing. What? You scared to dance?"
"Well... I... it's just..."
>Beats chuckles, patting Flash's back. "Oh, man! Never thought I'd see the day when Flash 'Lady-killer' Sentry passes up a chance to sweet talk some girls. Even Ringo's out on the floor."
"I'm not a-!"
>"Yeah, yeah. I'm just messin' with ya. Look, man, just get out there and ask a girl to dance. You know it's no different than how you're always chatting girls up in the hallways, right?"
>Flash rolls his eyes, but nods in agreement.
>"Good. As for me, I've got my eye on the girl in the cowboy hat." With one last, reassuring pat to his back, Beats steps past Flash and towards a group of girls dancing next to each other. "Wish me luck."
"Good luck."
>Deciding to take his friend's heart to advice, Flash scans the crowd. He couldn't help but agree with Beats finding it strange that he was so nervous. Asking a girl to dance shouldn't-
>Wait. 'Heart to advice?' How'd that happen?
>>26758376
[Burnin' Up Part 2]
>Anyways.
>Asking a girl to dance shouldn't be any more difficult than just talking to them. Well, there's the chance of being rejected and looking like a fool, where just saying 'Hi' or something may just result in them ignoring him.
>So, there's that.
>Maybe he could just start dancing by himself? It's a party, so maybe some girl would just approach him.
>But, what if he just looks silly dancing by himself? Or bumps somebody by accident? Or-
"Okay, I'm over thinking this. I'll just-
>He spots the refreshments table.
"Get some punch. Maybe a sandwich?"
>Striding over to the table, Flash moves past his fellow students with more deftness than necessary. But when making a temporary retreat, why not make it a bit stylish as well?
>As he reaches for an empty cup, he catches sight of something out of the corner of his eye.
>Red and yellow.
>He turns, setting his sights on a girl sitting at a table nearby. She wore a red dress with golden embroidery, a color scheme that matched her hair. She was staring off into space, a frown on her face; though it looked like she was trying to appear uninterested in the dance.
>Flash stares at her, partly because she's cute, but mostly because he's wracking his brain trying to recall her name.
>Starlight Glimmer? Chicken Dinner?
"...Sunset Shimmer!"
>He freezes, mentally kicking himself for thinking aloud. Her eyes focus and dart around for a few seconds, trying to find whoever said her name, before settling back into an aimless stare.
>It must have been her imagination.
>Flash lets out the breath he'd been subconsciously holding. He combs a hand through his hair, settling his nerves before walking over to her.
>As he approaches, she apparently catches sight of him out of the corner of her eye, because she turns to stare at him for a moment, eyes widening with surprise. Her mouth opens a bit before clenching shut, frown intensifying as she looks away.
>This isn't going to be easy.
>>26758376
Flash's inner monologue is dyslexic. headcanon accepted.
>>26758540
[Burnin' Up Part 3]
>He stops at the edge of the table, steadying himself on it with his left hand while his right was tucked away in his pants pocket.
"Hey."
>She glances at him, indifference painted on her face.
>It's a pretty shoddy painting, too.
"You're Sunset Shimmer, right?"
>The painting cracks as she grimaces at the sound of her name.
>"Yes."
>Okay. Making some progress.
"I'm Flash Sentry."
>Beat.
"The Lady-killer."
>She stares at him, surprised that he'd actually call himself that as a pick-up line.
>He smiles at her.
"That got your attention?"
>She rolls her eyes, mumbling, "Not all attention is good, 'Lady-killer.'"
>More words. Good, good.
>"But, I'll bite. What do you want?"
"To dance."
>She waves her hand towards the crowd of students on the gym floor. "Well, get out there and dance, then."
>He extends his right hand towards her.
"Alright, let's go."
>She looks at his hand, scoffing. "No, no, no. I just... no. I don't want to dance."
"Then, let's talk."
>Before she could protest, he takes a seat in the chair across from her. She stammers, apparently trying to come up with convincing variations of "go away," but eventually lets out an exasperated sigh.
>"Alright, okay. What do you want to talk about, 'Lady-killer?'"
"Let's start with introductions."
>She raises an eyebrow; he extends his right hand.
"Hi, I'm Flash Sentry. And, who might you be?"
>>26758690
[Burnin' Up Part 4]
>She stares at his hand, looking from him to it in mild confusion.
>With a sigh, she looks him in the eye, grabs his hand and gives it a shake.
>"Hi... I'm..." [sigh] "Sunset Shimmer."
"Nice to meet you, Ms. Shimmer."
>She rolls her eyes. "Charmed, I'm sure."
"So, where are you from?"
>She glances away. "Out of town."
"Hmm. That's pretty vague. Where?"
>She tenses up a bit. "Nowhere."
"Nowhere, huh? Did you live in 'The Middle of' or at "The End of" Nowhere?"
>She stares at him for a moment before raising her hand to her mouth. Despite her best effort to hide it as a cough, Sunset couldn't help but be somewhat amused.
>"Okay, 'Lady-killer,' I can see how you got your reputation."
"My... reputation?"
>Sunset raises an eyebrow. "Yeah? You sort of have a reputation as a player. At least, that's what I guessed from the way some girls talk about you."
"H-how do they talk about me?"
>She chuckles. "Relax. It's nothing bad, really. At worst, I've heard that you're a heart breaker, though. Flirting with every girl will do that."
>Flash buries his face in his hands, groaning.
"Aw, man. I'm not really that bad."
>Sunset smirks at him and shakes her head. "I can see that." With a sigh, she looks away, "But, you have that image and it's going to take a bit of work to get people to see past that. Especially people who don't know you."
"Yeah... So, what about you?"
>"What about me?"
"Your reputation here."
>She grits her teeth. "I'm not... a freak or anything."
>Flash nods. She sighs.
>"I was just getting my bearings, you know? This whole... thing is just new to me."
>He nods again, tugging at his shirt.
"Yeah, puberty's weird. My clothes feel too small and my face feels fuzzy."
>Sunset opens her mouth to speak, but shakes her head and gives him a small smile.
>"Right. Puberty's weird."
>>26759099
Thanks, I really needed to know the name of the story three times.
>>26759099
[Burnin' Up Part 5]
>The music dies down, prompting Flash to turn his attention to the stage.
"Hey, for the next song, why don't we go out and dance?"
>Sunset rubs her arm nervously. "I'm not sure that's a good idea."
"It'll be fine."
>She looks at him, a genuine smile on his face as he rises from his seat and makes his way over to her. He extends his hand and gives her a slight bow.
"Ms. Sunset Shimmer, will you do me the honor of being my dance partner?"
>"...Okay." She rolls her eyes and takes his hand as she rises from her seat. "One dance."
>They make their way to the floor and wait a bit for the music to resume.
>"I've never really danced before. Not like this, at least."
"Ah, it's easy. Just do a little sway and do a jig like this. And don't be afraid to move your feet."
>Sunset watches him, taking in the way the other students are dancing as well. "Okay, so, like this?"
>Sway
>Jig
"Not quite. It's-"
>Sway AND Jig and move your feet.
>You must jig WHILE swaying.
>She nods, mimicking his movements to a T.
"See? You're a natural. Just let the music work."
>She chuckles, brushing her hair back. "It's a little embarrassing, but... I kinda like it."
>He nods and the two of them continue to dance as the band cycles through a few more songs.
>Eventually, they play a slow song and a number of students begin to pair up.
>Sunset watches, a bit nervous.
"You want to keep dancing?"
>"Yeah, but, you know. I've never danced in a duet."
"Me neither. But it looks easy enough."
>Sunset rolls her eyes. "I just don't want to end up, I dunno, tripping over myself, or you, and looking silly."
"Don't worry about it. As long as we don't step on each others' toes, we'll be golden.
>He moves in closer, placing his hands around her waist as she places hers on his shoulders.
"Besides, if we mess up, we can look silly together."
>>26759320
You're welcome.
Can someone write a Rara x Rainbow fic for me? I love the ship and there's painfully little stuff involving it.
>>26759341
[Burnin' Up Part 6]
>And so they danced, starting out slow as they got used to each others' pace, but falling into a natural rhythm as they inevitably did.
>"You sure you've never done this before?"
"Yeah. I'm actually pretty nervous right now."
>Sunset chuckles. "Could've fooled me."
>They dance in silence for a few moments, Sunset's arms wrapping around his neck as she drew closer to him.
>"So, Lady-killer, why'd you bother asking me?"
"Well, I saw you alone and you looked like you weren't having fun. And I was feeling pretty jittery and stuff."
>Sunset quirks an eyebrow, a smirk on her face. "So, it was pity?"
"I think it was destiny."
>"Ha. You're a pretty cheesy guy."
"Thanks... But, seriously? I dunno. I just wanted to dance with you. I didn't mean anything bad by it."
>"Don't worry. I know what you mean."
>A few more slow songs passed before the band switched back to a faster beat.
>As they did, Sunset Shimmer broke contact, causing Flash to do the same.
"What's wrong?"
>"I'm just tired. I'm gonna head home now."
"Oh. Alright."
>He tucks his hands into his pockets, a little dejected, but gives Sunset a smile.
"I had fun."
>She smiles back. "I did, too. Thanks, Flash. I mean that."
'Thanks, Flash'
'She said my name!'
>She rolls her eyes at his widening smile. "I'll see you around, Lady-killer."
"Yeah, see you later, Sunset."
>With that, she turns to leave. He watches her go until she could no longer be seen past the gym doors.
>>26759473
[Burnin' Up Part 7 END]
>The dance was winding down with only a few more songs left to play.
>Maybe he-
>"Ooh! That was so great!"
>Suddenly accosted by a pink-haired girl, Flash was nearly knocked to the ground.
>"That was so nice of you! I saw that Sunset Shimmer looked pretty said, and I wanted to ask her to come dance with me and my bestest friends, but then I saw you and you were talking to her, then you danced with her, and you were having fun, then you stopped dancing with her and she left, and I just wanted to say that was really, super nice of you to do!"
"Um, thanks, Ms...?"
>"Pinkie Pie!"
"Pinkie Pie. Hi-"
>"Hey!"
"Um, well, I'm Flash Sentry."
>He offers her his hand.
>And nearly loses it as she practically shakes the life out of him.
"You've, uh, got a pretty strong grip there, Pinkie Pie."
>"Thanks!"
>Flash looks to the stage, the band finishing up their current song, before looking back to Pinkie Pie.
>Shrugging his (slightly sore) shoulders, he offers Pinkie his hand again.
"Care to dance?"
>She nods her headed enthusiastically, taking his hand with considerably less force than before.
>"I'll lead!"
[Bonus]
Sunset: "Who are you?"
Flash: "I'm your prom date, Sunny-D."
>She stares at him, perplexed.
Flash: "My name's Flash Sentry, but you can call me: Sentry the Lady-killer. Has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"Story based on lyrics to a Jonas Brothers song.
>>26758248
>>26758272
HOLY FUCK!
That twist really boils my blood. Props to you for that.
>>26759414
>Rara
Just to be clear, you're talking about Rarity, right?
Not AJ's pop idol friend?
>>26759856
Yes
>>26758340
>"Hehe, I know. I feel like I can do anything with you two beside me. I could never have worn this," She glances down at herself, blushing, "Without you two."
"I don't know why you're so shy when you're so beautiful, Flutters."
>Her cheeks flush, and Lemon grins at him.
>"Smooth, Romeo." She leans over and nibbles on Fluttershy's neck, eliciting a squeak.
>"Flutters is still in there, I see." Lemon says in a sultry tone, and the taller girl pouts at her.
>Anon smiles at the two girls, and glances up as Rarity walks back over to the group.
"Hey, Rares, thanks for paying, but I wouldn't have minded covering my part."
>Rarity gives him a smile. "Think nothing of it, Anon. Believe me, better that one person pays than Noon has to split a check twelve ways."
>Huh. that's a good point.
"Well, that makes sense, but I owe you one, Rares."
>She grins at him. "Oh, I'm sure I can think of a few ways for you to pay me back, Anon."
>Anon quirks an eyebrow at her as she moves past them to strike up a quiet conversation with Pinkie.
>Lemon watches her for a few more moments before rolling her eyes.
>"Dude, she needs to get laid." Anon chuckles, while Fluttershy giggles nervously, sidling a little closer to Anon.
>"She really does like you, Anon. We, um, talked about it a few times."
>Fluttershy seems to be regressing, as she fiddles nervously with the hem of her skirt.
"Well, she should have said something instead of organizing the pool that was betting on my 'capture'."
>Anon's surprised when a little heat makes it's way into his tone.
>'Am I actually mad about that?' Anon stares off for a second, pondering.
>"Oh, well, she was going to, but then she found out about the bet, and how many girls were already in it."
>Fluttershy sighs, remembering how she herself had felt when she found out.
>Hopeless was a good word.
>"She decided to, um, withdraw. She said it was because she didn't feel right being 'the source of so many girls' disappointment'."
>>26759969
=/
This is what happens when I decide to drop the name to shitpost.
See why I keep it on? lol
>>26742719
You're almost a bigger cuck than Story Man
>>26742719
>>26760102
>>26760146
...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EqfTLgHbhxs
>>26751365
What anime is this gif from?
>>26759414
>>26759859
Perspective
[Part 1]
>Rarity paced around the Carousel Boutique, a frown on her face.
>She was in a slump.
>Her dresses, her designs, everything just felt so soulless to her.
>Oh, they were sound. They were 'flawless.' They were good.
>But she wanted -needed- GREAT.
>She'd normally be content with her usual designs, but not today.
>And so she paced, and thought, and looked for something -anything- that would fire her up.
>Something that would inspire her.
>The chime of the Boutique bell gave her pause, though only for a moment as she continued pacing.
"Hey, Rarity! Uh... Are you okay?"
>Rarity pauses for a moment, just enough to acknowledge Rainbow Dash's presence, before continuing her routine.
"Hello, Rainbow Dash. I'm just... hmm. No. I'm just brainstorming ideas...Oh, what if I added sequins?"
>Rainbow Dash watches as Rarity paces and mumbles to herself, finding the sight a bit amusing.
>Still, it couldn't be good for Rarity to get so worked up over something. So...
"What's got you so jittery?"
"I'm not jittery, darling."
"Oh, really?"
>Rarity sighs, stops pacing, and looks at Rainbow Dash.
>Her eyes look surprisingly sad. Not her usual over-dramatic sort of sad, but like she's just tired of life.
"Well, maybe a little."
"Rare, look. Why don't you just rest for a bit, alright?"
>The fashionista nods and lets out a sigh, before letting Rainbow Dash guide her to her lounging couch.
>She settles into the couch, resting her head on a pillow propped up by one of the couch arms.
"There. So, do you need anything?"
"Do you know how to make tea?"
"Um... yeah... You just take the tea thingy and boil it in water, right?"
>Rarity rolls her eyes, but gives Rainbow Dash a small smile.
"Can you be a dear and just fetch me a bottle of tea from the refrigerator?"
With a nod, Rainbow Dash makes her way into the kitchen.
"Oh, and feel free to help yourself to something as well!"
>>26760309
my GIS tells me Black Rock Shooter is what you're looking for.
>>26758248
The following takes place during the hospital/jail/car scene.
>Meanwhile, at Sweet Apple Acres.
>Rarity, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Sunset Shimmer, and yourself (Applejack) are sitting on some hay bales and discussing what to do about Anonymous and Fluttershy.
>"Oooh, I know, we can-"
>Everyone interrupts Pinkie with a resounding - "No Parties, Pinkie."
>This of course, makes her visibly deflate.
>"...I was gonna say let him cop a feel."
>"Pinkie!"
>The pink haired girl falls backwards laughing uncontrollably."Pffffthahaha I was just kidding!" she adds under her breath "..maybe."
"Alright girls, thats about enougha that. We're supposed to be thinkin of a way to apologize to both Shy and Anonymous."
>"I don't really get why we have to apologize to Anonymous..."
"Because, Dash, we chased him all around the got dang school over nothin and helped get him inta this mess."
>Rainbow grumbles but secedes the point to you.
>Sunset looks over to you with a half shrug. "Can't we just apologize? I mean, FlutterShy will understand right?"
"That'll work fer Shy, yeah. But what about Anonymous?"
>"What -about- him? If our apology isn't good enough for him, good riddance."
>You're half tempted to slap Rarity upside the head.
"Missin the point, sugarcube. Now we all know how Shy gets."
>The group all nod in sync, and you hold up a finger.
"I wasn't done. We all know how Shy gets...when its a critter. Do any of you ever remember her bein so concerned about a boy?"
>Realization hits for most of the girls. Pinkie lulls behind a bit.
"Exactly. So, like it or not, we all gotta pull together and t-"
>"OhhhhhmygoshFluttershylikesAnonymous!"
>Palms meet foreheads with a resounding and cumulative slap.
>"Hehehehe, sorry sorry, go on Applejack!" Pinkie says, miming zipping her mouth shut.
>Sighing, you kick off the bale you were seated at and step to the middle of the barn.
1/4
>>26760447
"So here's what I'm thinkin. The five of us are gonna apologize to Shy first, then we're gonna have ourselves a picnic and invite Anonymous once he gets out of the hospital."
>In theory, the plan sounds good. Even though some of your friends grimace a little.
>Yes, Rarity.
>"Do we really have to go that far?"
"Yes, Rare. I reckon we do. We've been downright mean to that boy. And if Shy's got her heart set on him..."
>"Ugh, can you stop all the lovey dovey stuff? You're making me queasy"
"Oh hush Dash. We were there for you when you had that crush on So-"
>"Alright alright, I get it, don't bring that up again!" Dash interjects with growing crimson on her cheeks.
>You all share a little laugh and agree to surprise Fluttershy later that night with a group apology and a lot of sugar, at Pinkie's behest.
>You are Anonymous.
>And once more, you are dreaming.
>Stuck in your room, locked from the outside.
>Mother started locking you in there a few weeks ago.
>She does it for a few hours every day, since Dad is always away at work.
>Loud music fills the house, but you can still tell there's company over.
>Wierd noises come from Mother's room, it sounds like she's in pain, but there's always some laughter too.
>You'll never understand adults.
>As you sit there, drawing a picture to give your dad, you hear a loud crash from the front door.
>The music cuts off, and you can hear yelling.
>"What the fuck are you doing Jane?! In -our- house?! In -Our- bed?! With that...that..."
>"That what? Go ahead, say it John!"
"Mom? Dad?" you call out, to no avail.
>"That retrodyke! How long has this been going on, Jane?!"
>Dad sounds furious and you're starting to get scared. You've never heard them yell like this before.
>A third voice chimes in. "Why don't you just go away, John? Jane and I are in love. I've been coming here all month, every day!"
>Confusion fills your head. The voice sounds familiar, but you can't place it
>"...where is Anonymous?"
"Dad! I'm in my room!"
2/4
>>26760451
>Someone steps in front of your door. You can hear the sound of a body against it, and see the shadows under it.
>"John, leave. You're not taking him."
>"Jane, tell your rug munching friend to get out of the way. If I'm leaving, my son is coming with me."
>Mother screams and you hear the loud smack of flesh on flesh. "Don't you talk about her like that."
>"I'm only going to say it one more time, and then things are going to get violent. Let. me. get. my. son."
>Click.
>"Come one step closer and I'll do it, John. Just leave. Jane will send your things."
>Quick footsteps and the other female voice screams, followed by a loud slap and thud outside your door, as well as the clatter of metal.
>Your doorknob is turning, but by now you're scared, crying and confused as ever.
>"How dare you hit her you stupid dick!" your mother shouts out.
>"Jane...put the gun down."
>"Leave, now! Get out of her John, I never want to see your face again!"
>"Jane, come on...we can talk this o-AHH!" A deafening bang and the smell of gunpowder makes its way to your nostrils.
>"Jesus christ Jane, you shot me!"
>"I told you to get out...and you didn't listen. I'm tired of it. I'm sick of you. I'm sick of being the good wife. I deserve better than you! I should have done this a long time ago."
>"J-Jane, wait. Alright, I'll le-Ahghh!" Another bang.
>Your eyes are wide and lifeless at this point. Your conscious having retreated with the first shot.
>"You should have left when you had the chance."
>"D-do it, Jane...kill that prick, and we can finally be together."
>"For you, love, I will."
>Click
>Bang
>Thud
>Your floor has become damp with your urine. And all you can do is mutter and look on, without really seeing when your mother steps into your room.
>Dad is dead on the floor behind her.
>The other woman is out of view, but you can hear her in the bathroom sobbing.
>Mother points the gun at you.
>Click
>Click
>Click
>"Dammit babe, only 3 bullets?!" Your mother calls out
3/4
>>26760456
>"He's just a kid Jane..."
>"Fucking hell. Alright..." Mother leans down and pinches your chin between her fingers, forcing your glazed eyes to look into hers. "I'm going to make sure you never raise a hand or question a woman in your life."
>Cold metal hits your temple, and darkness greets you.
>You're woken up by Ted's car pulling into the drive and stopping.
>A cold sweat covering your shaking body.
>The dream is already out of your memory, you can't grasp at anything.
>Traumas get blocked out all the time. But something stays.
>You look around the car, and find the curious eyes of Fluttershy on you.
>She's frowning, and looks down at your legs.
>You follow her gaze and start sobbing.
"S-sorry Ted...I'll clean this up."
>"Don't worry about it Anonymous...you've been through a lot. Lets get you inside, I'll cl-"
>Fluttershy interrupts her dad. "I'll clean it up." She speaks silently.
>You know that she can tell that it'll be easier for you if there's space.
>Silently thanking her, you unbuckle and struggle to get out, Ted offering a helping hand and guiding you inside.
>He leads you to the upstairs bathroom and brings a change of clothes and a fresh towel. "Clean yourself up, I'll get the guest room ready. We'll go and pick up your clothes from your house tomorrow, alright?"
"Yeah...sure. Thank you."
>You walk over and step into the shower, turning the water on full blast, nearly scalding, and cry as your shame is rinsed away.
"I'm sorry Mother...I'm so sorry...I'll be good."
4/4
>>26760463
what do you do all day?
>>26760484
I do a variety of things, really I do. Everything I've posted so far (save the Cheerilee twist entry) was both written and posted within an hour or so.
If I get hit by the urge to write, I write. Specifically today though, it's my day off and has been filled with lurking, fallout 4, re-watching YYH, and writefagging. Sorry if the updates are annoying I can slow down.
>>26760324
[Part 2]
>Rainbow Dash soon returned with a bottle of tea, alongside a bottle of soda and a bowl of grapes.
"Thank you, dear."
>As Rarity unscrews the tea bottle, Rainbow Dash takes a seat on the couch and plops a few grapes into her mouth.
>After taking a few sips, Rarity lets out a small sigh of relief.
"Heh. Feeling better?"
"A little bit, darling."
>Plopping another grape into her mouth, Rainbow Dash turns to Rarity.
"So, what's the deal with you and... well, all 'that.'"
"Rainbow Dash, don't talk while eating. It's bad manners."
"Yeah, okay, mom. But, seriously. What's going on?"
>Rarity sighs, taking another sip of her tea.
"Well, I've just been wracking my mind trying to come up with some new designs, but..."
>She waves her hand, pointing to the scattered papers and dresses lining her work area.
"I'm just not feeling it."
"Okay, so... hmm."
>Rainbow Dash hunches over, her chin resting on her fist as she mulls over Rarity's problem.
>Usually, whenever Rainbow Dash is in a funk, she just plays soccer.
>Shooting a few goals or 30 always seems to make her feel better, feel focused.
>Rarity, on the other hand, hates sports. Well, just getting dirty or sweaty in general.
>Which is basically what sports is about. So, she hates sports.
>Well, she hates doing sports. Doesn't seem to mind watching.
"Wait a second, what were we talking about?"
"Um, well, I'm having trouble finding inspiration for-"
>Ok, so. Inspiration.
>Rainbow Dash gets inspiration from doing things.
>Rarity gets inspiration from looking at things.
>How can these two facts be used to get Rarity out of her funk?
>Rainbow Dash felt a trickle down her forehead, causing her to groan in irritation.
>Normally, she wouldn't mind a bit of sweat, but the trickling sensation was making it hard to focus.
"Rainbow Dash."
"Yeah?"
"You're sweating."
>>26760531
wasent trying to be mean, your just like the most content filled writefag ive seen in awhile.
>>26760463
ok im back to wanting cherilee dead again
>>26760456
>>26760463
Ok my anger's back and Cheerilee better get what's coming. I mean the fuck is wrong with that woman
>>26760915
That's a fucking understatement
>>26760939
or maybe if we get lucky she doesnt die bbut gets horribly gangraped
Bang bang
Bumping with some Yuri
http://pastebin.com/34XnryYu
>Rainbow Dash’s lack of bravery was among the last things you expected on this trip.
>The two of you stay in place, with her eventually falling completely silent and nuzzling her face into your shoulder as the hours drag on. The hope for a wifi connection only rises slightly whenever one of you check your phones.
>When it’s apparent that there weren’t any changes in the situation, the hope drops back down to that level you have no comfort with. And it somehow feels worse as the sky begins to turn to dusk.
>The air is beginning to become noticeably colder than before.
>And it was horribly cold before.
>…
>Dash’s breathing feels a lot more steady after a while. Though, a part of you would still like her to be at least a little worried.
>It’s somehow easier to admit that she’s stronger than you, especially with the sky growing darker. You’re basically clueless when it comes to survival.
>”Hey Alan?” Rainbow Dash breaks a multi-hour long silence.
>You barely have enough energy to answer her; everything’s been stressing you out.
“Hmm?”
>”Why did you want to stay a virgin your whole life?”
>Blankly stare forward as you try to think of an acceptable sounding answer. This question she brought up couldn’t have caught you more off guard. Why would she bring this up again?
“…I don’t know.” You can already tell she’s not going to buy that.
>”Alan, please.” She strains. “Just at least explain why.”
“Didn’t I already?” You pray that it had been answered before. You’re honestly too worried for your life to remember at this point.
>”Don’t think you did.”
You shut your eyes and try to shake your head. “Well why do you want to know now? Huh?”
>”Because… I have an idea.”
“What does it have to do with anything?”
>”Oh, stop it. Can’t you at least put it together in your head or something?” She finally sharpens her tone again. “We both can feel how cold it’s getting. Our phones are dying, and so are we. And it’s only going to get colder later on.”
>>26762080
“Yeah, we’re fucked. What about it?” The obvious morbid overtone to your words can’t be ignored.
>”So is it religion?”
“What?” You imagine yourself tilting your head to compensate being too cold from the neck up to physically do so.
>”The reason why you avoid having sex. Is it religion or something?”
>You can already see where this conversation is headed.
“No, I’m not religious.”
>”Then what’s the reason that’s so important to you?”
“Hey, you brought this up first.” You pretend to be oblivious to drag the conversation out. “What’s your ‘idea’?”
>”Fine, I’ll say it. I want to have sex so we can get our body heat up or something. Okay?”
“…What?” There’s nowhere left to dodge to.
>”You heard me!”
>…
>”Alan!”
“What?!”
>”I just don’t want to die, okay?”
>Not a single word can escape your mouth as you realize just how cornered into all of this you are. Despite your best efforts, the thoughts of what could happen in the next few minutes can’t help but start to harden you. And there’s no doubt she can feel it.
>Damn these human instincts.
>”Alan, I’m just asking you. Because, it would feel too wrong otherwise.”
>…Otherwise.
>The very implication of the word makes your stomach churn… and strangely enough, another part of you intensify what it’s already doing.
>”Okay look, you don’t have to come up with-uh- I mean, tell me a reason.” She already knows you got nothing. “I just want to know this. Is that reason really so important that you’d literally put it before your own life?”
“I… I don’t know how to answer tha-”
>”Then let me explain how you can answer!” She cuts you off. “Yes or no?”
“Uh…”
>”Is your reason THAT important, yes or no?”
“No, no it’s not.” The obvious response comes out before you can even authorize it.
>The silence that comes afterward feels like nothing short of a cue to… get started. Rainbow Dash spends over twenty seconds staring you in the eyes with thoughts in her head.
>And she knows that you’re doing the same back.
>She can feel it.
>>26762084
>”Alan…”
“W-well…” You stutter so she can’t continue without interrupting again. “Can’t you just… you know… do a hand job or something instead? I mean…”
>”That won’t be enough.”
“How do you know?”
>”We need all the warmth we can get.”
>This is somehow the worst thing you’ve ever had to talk about.
>”Oh come on already, Alan. It’s better if we both… uh, heat up instead of just you.”
“I don’t see why we can’t just move around without having sex.”
>”We’ll get tired too easily. Not enough, eh, motivation.”
>Even though it’s clear that she’s thinking of all of this on the spot, she’s unfortunately still right. Either that, or all of this is what she’s been thinking up over the past two hours or so.
>And yet again, you have nothing to say.
>Rainbow Dash responds to your silence with locking her arms around you. It’s more effective on your hormones than you would have hoped if it weren’t for your life on the line.
>”Alan… come on, dude.” She’s actually trying to convince you first. “You know I’m right.”
“I…”
>”You’re not seriously so obsessed with dying a virgin that you’d rather freeze to death, are you?”
>…
>”Like, are you being serious right now? Even your own dick is disagreeing with you!”
>Well… now that she worded it like that…
>An overwhelming wave of shame for yourself takes you. This is pretty much going to happen, mostly because of the fact that you compellingly want to. No matter how much you want to lie to yourself.
>”What about MY life, Alan?” She takes the guilt route, thought you’re pretty sure it won’t be necessary at this point.
>You’ve reached full mast.
>”I’m not gonna do anything until you say yes.” She shows a surprising amount of courtesy. “C’mon, Alan. I don’t wanna die out here. Not like this…”
>…
>”Please. Not like this.”
“Alright, fine!” You pretend that you hadn’t given in minutes ago. “I give consent! Okay?”
>>26762088
>She nods as you shift around to directly face her. The two of you lock eachother into a hug and soon press your cold lips together. You hadn’t even been paying attention; she’s so cold that her lips are starting to turn purple, which can only mean that yours are too.
>Dash mutters your name with your face pressed onto hers, though it’s hard to make out what she’s saying at all. You can somehow just tell; it was in the eagerness of her tone.
“That was… that was nice…” You quietly utter after becoming able to speak clearly again.
>The speaking stops entirely for a bit as the two of you focus your attention downwards. You make some space in between so you can maneuver your hands underneath the blanket.
>Her arms brush against your hands as you search the back of her body. You can see into the gap between the two of you.
>No wonder this girl was able to overpower you so easily before. She’s toned as hell. You even find yourself retreating your hands back to her front to make sure what you were seeing was real. Dash’s abs cave in slightly as your fingers swipe past them.
>You bet she thinks that you didn’t hear her nervously giggle a little bit. It was almost too quiet for your ears to pick it up.
>Those sleek muscles seem to contract the most when your hand touches them. You get the feeling that you’re effecting this girl everywhere you touch. Playing around with the power that outdid you so many times before.
>You never knew you had a thing for fit girls until you actually put your hands on one. And your hands hungrily stroke and press Dash’s tight muscles through the soft skin. She briefly gets a flattered look on her face before starting to appear impatient.
>Her own hands nimbly undo the front of your pants, reach in and pull your member out all in seemingly one move.
>>26762095
>As she positions her hips to rest right on top of your thighs, your hands slide up the robust sides of her body until reaching her shoulders. You move your hands back and do it a second time with your thumbs digging under the strap of her bra.
>You discover that she’s not as flat as you had imagined when the bra is pulled out of the way to her collarbone. Stare for only a half a seconds before grabbing the perky breasts and squeezing them for as long as Dash allows you to.
>”Will you stop stalling already?!” A rosy-faced Dash complains while reaching down and rolling her dress up to above her bellybutton. “For fuck’s sake, dude.”
>Your erect dick points directly at her magenta panties. It’s clear that the two of you might want to keep your clothes partially on for this.
>Dash’s firm body hardly even gives way as you grab her just above the ass and pull her towards you. The tips of your fingers slip under the waistline of her panties and start to pull them off when your hands smoothly slip down to her ass.
>The front of the panties cannot hold on.
>A sudden sound from somewhere in the folds of her scrunched up dress startles the two of you. It’s easily recognizable.
>The buzzing of a vibrating phone.
>”…Oh my god…” Dash gasps as she frantically reaches between the dress’s creases before pulling the phone out.
>Wait… does that freaking dress seriously have pockets?
>Then again, at least you didn’t have to be startled even more by the sound of the phone vibrating on the hard surface of the dashboard or something.
>”There’s wifi! We have wifi!” The girl triumphs, examining the touch-screen. “And the girls have been texting me wondering where I am.”
>Not a single soul has texted you.
>”Let’s see… missed call… missed call- ah, screw it.” Dash reviews to herself before searching for the maps app. “Time to call 911. Where are we?”
>Right when she says this, the screen of her phone goes black.
>>26762101
>”What? WHAT THE FUCK? NO!” Dash desperately presses the button to turn the phone back on, only to find the ‘no battery left’ signal appearing in the middle of the blackened screen. “GOD DAMN IT!”
>She violently rocks back and forth in rage on top of your thighs, slamming her fists onto the seat. The abrupt barrage of notifications coming in all at once must have used up the last of her phone’s battery.
>”Wait… wait Alan, dude, lemme see your phone!”
“I’ll do it.” You’re already complying as you dig your hand into your pocket. Your dick refuses to go down.
>Turn the screen on, swipe your finger across and immediately look at the two upper corners. On the left, a small wifi connection, and on the right, 12% battery remaining.
>”YES! OH MY GOD YES!” Rainbow Dash can see the screen too.
>In a matter of minutes, the two of you haphazardly open up the maps app and pinpoint your current location.
>The phone’s current GPS location is somewhere on “Frontier Road”. The map shows literally nothing except for the fucking road. It lonesomely stretches from the bottom of the screen to the top. Legit bumblefuck.
>Neither of you even make yourselves decent; your phone could die literally any second.
>911 is dialed. The amount of distraught stuttering that comes out both of your mouths is actually hilarious. The information you give is plain and simple: you’re trapped in a car in the snow and you’re on Frontier Road.
>It’s made clear that the top half of the car is still visible. A rescue team is on their way. Look for a helicopter.
>[“We’re going to ask you to stay on the line with us, okay?”] The operator tells you not to hang up until the rescue team arrives.
>It is now when you and Dash exchange glances before looking back down.
>Dash still rests atop your thighs with her legs on either side. You can barely see her pussy peeking out from over the waistband of her panties… and your erection has yet to show any signs of going away.
>>26762104
>But the difference is that you’re pretty much about to be rescued.
>The look you give Rainbow Dash is almost a begging one. She can tell that you’ve completely changed your mind about abstinence. And at this point, it’s in an unconditional way.
>It’s just that you were so close.
>[“Sir? Ma’am?”]
>”W-w-wait… the phone’s about to die!” Dash brings up, which is actually completely true anyway. “The battery’s at like… 2%!”
>[“That’s okay, just stay on as long as you can. Can you do that for me?”] This operator can talk fast.
>Dash’s eyes ricochet around the interior of the car as she thinks of a response. “Uh…”
>[“Ma’am? Ma’am, are you still th-”]
>…
>4% battery left.
>Your finger rests on the hang-up button.
>Not a word is said. The phone is tossed over to the front seat… out of reach from the back seat.
>Your hands eagerly grab the sides of Dash’s panties and pull them to her knees. You have to get them off through one of her feet, and the two of you manage this together. With this, Rainbow Dash jolts her pelvis forward to land on top of yours.
>She grunts quietly as you feel yourself slip in.
>There it goes… your abstinence. Bye bye.
>Dash reaches under your shirt once more. Tightly wrap your arms around eachother’s warming bodies and begin making the car shake.
>This feels completely different that jacking off; her walls are so much warmer and softer than your right hand. It tickles you in the best way you can possibly imagine. Dash’s heavy breathing against your face as the two of you lock lips again only adds to the surrealism.
>Hold onto eachother’s bodies; her feeling you, feeling her, feeling you, feeling her…
>You even thrust your hips upward to add as much motion as you can. The somewhat influencing rocking of the car helps the two of you synchronize, and it gives order to the act.
>>26762112
>Dash’s rippled shoulders slightly move around under your forearm whenever she slides her hands around on your back. The sounds that escape her lungs during all of this couldn’t have been imagined before. This is bringing out a rare side of this girl.
>After another couple of minutes, you start making sounds you’ve never made before yourself… which doesn’t surprise you.
>All because of the fact that, unlike you, Rainbow Dash has a lot of people who worry about her, this “We’re going to die, aren’t we?” sex has turned into “Fuck yeah, we’re being rescued!” sex.
>You convulse violently into the padded seat behind you, and shut your eyes as tightly as they can go.
>[Obligatory ‘cum inside Rainbow Dash’ meme].
>The creaking from the car rocking back and forth gradually dies down.
>Dash loudly sighs before leaning back onto the back of the front seat, her sleek torso expanding and contracting with each deep breath.
>It would be silent now if it weren’t for all of the loud breathing. The two of you have certainly gotten warmer alright. And at the right time too; it’s almost completely dark outside except for a dim evening lighting revealing Dash’s glistening form in front of you.
>Then again, the condensation on the windows makes it hard to tell how dark it really is.
>”So how’d you like it?”
>…
>Nothing but heavy, satisfied breathing makes it out of you.
>”Yeah, me too.”
>You can barely see Dash reach around the front seat. Something clicks and the top half of the front seat lands away from the two of you. The girl takes her arm and searches the surface of the seat for the only thing you know is on it; you’re phone.
“What are you doing?”
>”You did great, Alan. I’m proud of you.” She speaks to you as though you just learned how to ride a bike for the first time. “I want you to promise me something.”
“Huh? What is it?”
>”Well… I should probably ask this first. You wanna like… take a picture or something?”
“What?!”
>>26762126
>”Not to show anyone, you… dolt! Just to like… you know. Like… memories? And all that?”
>Now that you’re warm enough to do so, you tilt your head in question.
>”It’s your damn phone, dude.” She hands it to you. “There’s just enough battery to do it. We should probably make the phone run all the way out of battery before they get here. Gotta cover up the lie, man. So you want to or not?”
>Good point.
“…Eh, why the hell not?”
>”Wait wait wait, you still need to promise me something.” She interjects. “You can’t show anyone. It’s just so you have something to remember it by.”
“I’m not showing anyone. Alright?”
>”Good.”
>After opening up the camera app, the screen barely shows where anything is, thanks to the lack of decent lighting. You turn the flash on as you see the battery sink down from 3% to 2%.
>Position things correctly and snap a single picture. The brief moment during the flash of light reveals Rainbow Dash still on your dick, with her dress wrapped around her waist. Her arms are crossed behind her head in a relaxed fashion as she leans back against the folded front seat.
>Oh, you’ll remember this one for sure.
~
>Around whatever time it is during this time of year for the sky to be completely pitch black.
>A helicopter with a rescue team flies along the length of Frontier Road for the car pertaining to the 911 call that had been received. Their searchlight scanning the road soon shines its light on a lone car half buried into the snow.
>Rainbow Dash is the one to spot the blinking lights in the distance. You notice the helicopter when the bright searchlight light blinds you through the windshield, which is soon shattered in order for you and Dash to be able to exit the vehicle.
>The two of you are airlifted into the night.
AN_EDGY_RELAXER END
And that's the end of this one here. Disco, if you're reading this, please update the pastebin, as the story's finished.
I will be writing more things soon. Might be able to convince Trojan to tag along.
>>26762145
That was some good shit bro. Can't wait to see what else you have in store for us.But no rape plz
>>26760463
And you too. This story's Cherilee is getting on my nerves and I love it. Awesome job.
>>26760629
[Part 3]
"Uh, yeah. Sorry. Can I-"
>Rarity leans in.
"Your hair and skin. They're sweaty."
>Rainbow Dash scoots back a bit.
"Um?"
"Sweaty and shiny."
>Rarity leans in, a smile on her face. Rainbow Dash feels her cheeks redden a bit.
"Don't you see?"
"Um. No?"
>Rarity frowns.
"I've been looking at this the wrong way! Instead of just making something static, I could create a dynamic design!"
>She gets up and heads towards her work area, with Rainbow Dash following.
>After reaching into a chest lying nearby, she pulls out a small diamond and raises it to Rainbow Dash's face.
"You can see them, right? The rainbow colors in the diamond?"
"Um, yeah-wait... Yeah. Yeah, I do."
"Now, in regards to your sweatiness, the sheen of your skin 'moves' depending on where one looks from."
>She steps past Rainbow Dash and begins to circle and examine her.
"However, two people at two different positions, looking at the same spot, will see a different sheen, right?"
"I guess?"
"So, I was thinking that I could use material that, depending on lighting and where a person stands, will change color!"
>Rainbow Dash's eyebrows knit together for a moment.
"Oh! You mean like holographic baseball cards?"
"Well... yes. I suppose I do."
>Rarity stops her circling and takes a contemplative stance.
"Hmm. Well... that really does sound like what I want... but..."
"Does stuff like that even exist for clothes?"
"Holographic fabric? Oh, yes, absolutely, darling."
>She heads back to her work area and starts to leaf through a few drawers.
>After a few moments of searching, she pulls out a piece of silver fabric that looked like it was covered in sequins.
>She holds the object up, turning it in the light, which causes the sequins' colors to change.
"The things is: I'm not very fond of the look and-"
"You know what, Rare?"
"Yes?"
>Rainbow Dash smirks at her.
"Why don't you draw something up and we'll work something out?"
"Ah. Well, alright."
>>26762755
[Part 4]
>So, Rarity spent the next 10 minutes doing up a sketch, with Rainbow Dash looking over her shoulder.
"And so, what I want is just a solid color, and then the holographic fabric will break it up like this, see?"
>Rainbow Dash nods.
"Yeah. Now, what I'm thinking is, maybe you could do something like the dress you made me for the Fall Formal."
"Mmm. Can you explain your idea a bit more?"
"Ok. Well, you used rainbow colors for my dress. So, I was thinking that, instead of just having one color and then the fabric breaks it up like a candy cane, that you could use, maybe one color for the bottom half and use the fabric to break up the top."
>Rarity looks from Rainbow Dash to the design, her eyebrows knitting together as she taps her pencil against the paper.
"I see what you mean... Oh!"
>She gets up from her work desk, takes a few steps away from her friend and uses her hands to 'frame' her.
"Ok. Picture this: you, in a green dress, wearing a shawl with rainbow colors!"
"A shawl."
"It's like a little cape that covers your shoulders, dear."
>Rarity makes her way to a nearby dress and starts leafing through it until she finds a shawl.
>Tossing the red shawl over her shoulders, she strikes a pose, fluttering her eyelashes at Rainbow Dash.
"You see?"
"Y-yeah."
>Rarity removes the shawl and is about to toss it back where she found it.
"Wait. You know what?"
>After striding over to Rainbow Dash, Rarity wraps the shawl around her shoulders.
"Oh! Red and green! I bit too Hearth's Warming, but... hmm..."
>Rainbow Dash takes in a breath, a waft of Rarity's perfume tickling her nose.
>Feeling her face flush a bit, she takes a step back and clears her throat.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Rainbow Dash. I hope I didn't-"
"No, no. It's okay. Um. Oh! What if you use some shiny fabric and sew it to make frills or whatever?"
"On the shawl?"
>Rainbow Dash nods.
"You know... that's a good idea."
bumping for NaCl
>>26763205
[Part 5]
"Okay. Green dress. Red shawl."
>Rarity circles Rainbow Dash, walking behind her.
"For the shawl, I could use the remaining colors as frills."
>Raising her hands to Rainbow Dash's shoulders, she lowers them in an outline, fanning out to illustrate her point.
>Rainbow Dash sniffs, Rarity's perfume smelling more potent than before, and feels her face redden as Rarity leans in.
"What do you think, darling? Does that sound good?"
"Y-yeah."
>Regaining a bit of her composure, Rainbow Dash tugs at the front of the shawl.
"This thing needs to be tied, right? So, what if I wear something to tie it to?"
>Rarity pauses for a moment before stepping around to Rainbow Dash's front.
>She stares at the shawl for a moment before locking eyes with Rainbow Dash.
"You're right... Maybe... oh! We could use something of a clasp? Like..."
"A lightning bolt?"
>Rarity giggles.
"Exactly! The shawl could be tied onto a loop on the back of the clasp."
>Setting her sights on Rainbow Dash's shoes, Rarity kneels down.
"As for the footwear. Hmm. I'm thinking, purple with yellow lining and laces."
>She makes her way back to her desk and grabs a blank sheet of paper.
>Rainbow Dash watches her friend work, a smirk on her face as the fashionista hums and mumbles to herself.
>Rarity's normally pretty high-maintenance, but Rainbow Dash couldn't help but love her passion.
"There! Okay, what do you think?"
>Rainbow Dash looks over the design, a colored in sketch of what she guessed was her in the dress.
"Yeah... that looks really good. I mean, your dresses always look pretty good, but, you know."
>Rarity giggles, batting her eyelashes.
"Thank you, dear."
"Y-yeah... You're welcome."
"Okay, do you think you can stick around while I make the dress, or come back later?"
"I don't have anything else to do, so I can stick around."
"Excellent-"
>Rainbow Dash holds up her right hand.
"But."
"But?"
>And taps the sketch with her index finger.
"That hair? On my head? It's not gonna happen."
so is NaOH ever coming back?
>>26760456
Anon's mom sounds like your average feminist.
>>26763709
Hmm I think I'm liking this quite a bit. Is there a lees scene coming up?
>>26763991
(Read: no)
>>26764691
*lewd
Sorry bout that
>>26763709
[Part 6]
>It happened anyways.
>Begrudgingly, Rainbow Dash gave in to Rarity's request to give her a new hairdo.
>The tomboy stares at her reflection in the mirror, grumbling as Rarity hums a little ditty.
"Your hair's quite lovely, Rainbow Dash."
"Ow."
"And that's why you should take some time to comb it."
"Ow."
"Because then you won't have to deal with knots like this-"
"Ow!"
"And your hair will come out lovelier for it."
"Yeah, well, I don't have to deal with knots if I don't comb-ow!"
"You at least shampoo it, correct?"
"Well, soap counts, right?"
>...
"Ow!"
"I mean it, Rainbow Dash. Your hair's lovely and I think you'd look quite stunning if you were to style it every once in awhile."
"...Really?"
"Oh, absolutely. I've always thought you looked quite lovely whenever you decided to dress up."
>Rainbow Dash raises a hand to her face, attempting to casually hide her blush.
"I... w-Ow!"
>Rarity stops combing and gives her a worried look.
"Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude or-"
"Ah. No, I just think... Well, that kinda means a lot coming from you."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I mean... You're the prettiest girl in school. And, well, I dunno."
>...
"Rarity?"
>...
>Nervously, she looks at Rarity's reflection, noting the small smile on her friend's face.
"Thank you, Rainbow Dash."
"Heh. You're welcome... Ow."
>A few minutes later, Rarity was finished with combing and had set about curling Rainbow's Dash hair a bit.
"Voila! All that's left is to work on the dress. It'll take a while, so feel free to make yourself at home."
>With that, Rarity makes her way back to her work area, gathering materials and her sketch.
"Alright. Do you need to take my measurements?"
"Oh, no, dear. That's alright."
>Rarity looks over her shoulder, a smirk on her face.
"I know your measurements by heart."
>*wink*
>>26753335
THE PHENOM HAS RETURNED! MOAR SEXY ZESTANON! QUICK EVERYONE, TO THE HELICLOPTER!
Waiting for waid
>>26765165
[Part 7 End]
>An hour or so passed before the dress prototype was done.
>Once Rainbow Dash got changed into it, she began to model by Rarity's directions.
"Okay. Just stand straight. No. Arms flat-yes! Like that."
>Hmmm.
"Now, stay like that, but turn 90 degrees to your right."
>Good. Good.
"Turn."
>Hmm. The flounce looks a little too low at the back. Raise it an inch or two?
"Turn."
>The frills on the shawl look even.
"Turn. Now, raise your arms to your shoulders."
>Repeat.
"Alright, now, just move. Walk, pose. Do what you want."
>Rainbow Dash strikes a few poses: the Superman, the Adonis, the Warrior, etc.
>Rarity rolls her eyes, but smiles as she continues to evaluate the dress.
"Hey, Rare?"
"Yes?"
"So, what happened?"
>Rarity lets out a sigh.
"Well, I was visited by a potential patron. He's a rather big name in the fashion industry."
>Rainbow Dash frowns.
"He insulted your work?"
"Oh, heavens no, dear! It was criticism, but..."
>Rainbow Dash folds her arms, a smirk on her face.
"You overreacted?"
"A little bit."
>Rainbow Dash walks over to her and places a hand on her shoulder.
"Rarity. You're awesome."
"O-oh?"
"Not as awesome as me, of course, but still."
"Oh."
>Rarity rolls her eyes, causing Rainbow Dash to chuckle.
"But, seriously. You're creative, smart, a great artist, and a great sewer."
"Seamstress."
"Yeah, yeah. You can be a bit snooty, but you're also one of the most generous people I know. So, yeah, you're pretty awesome."
>Rarity reaches out for her, grabbing her in a mutual hug.
"Well, at the risk of inflating your ego, I think you're awesome, too. You're a good, loyal friend, and I admire how responsible you can be when you're serious."
>They share a laugh and seconds tick by.
>Rarity opens her mouth to speak-
"I meant it when I said you're the prettiest girl in school."
>Rarity smiles and leans in, their lips meeting.
>Rainbow Dash's cheeks redden and she smiles as Rarity pulls away.
"And you are positively lovely, darling."
>>26764699
Well, it's a little bit lewd.
>>26762145
That was god tier. Keep it up
>>26766487
please don't make Rarity a lesbian. I have read too many stories where Rarity is a lesbian. A nice change of pace would be nice.
>>26766702
>please don't make Rarity a lesbian
You're too late. The one-shot is over.At worst, she's just bi, though.
If you want a straight Rarity ship, I could probably do that later.
>>26766757
please and thank you
Bumping for waid and leman
>>26758371
Need to kill, get behind me.
I'm tearing up from this story. Hitting way to many facts right.
Figurative wounds opening up.
Still sleep with my sledge nearby. You know, just in case my abusive parental unit returns.
Don't worry, I can see through these tears will enough to hit her.
I want to stealth fuck Lyra in the Janitor closet while she has a relationship with Bon-Bon.
>>26767589
I want to fuck Lyra the Janitor in the relationship closet while she has a Bon-Bon with stealth.
Update-
The next submission is coming. But there are some good and bad things. Good thing? The creativity is flowing like a waterfall. The bad thing about that? I cannot hit a point that seems like a decent drop off for now. This means that you'll be waiting at least a few hours until I get some more green.
In the meantime, have a song.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qL4Fg3Lw0J8
>>26769211
Hype. I'll have something to look forward for in the morning.
I love how this thread is getting back on track. Keep going, guys.
>>26769211
Do you have a pastebin?
I'm really loving your green.
>>26769676
Here you go. It's only got the one. I'm updating it after I post here each time. Glad you're enjoying it!
http://pastebin.com/u/Waid
>>26760463
>It's mind-boggling how good it feels to lay on an actual bed again.
>Cots and hospital beds are better than the ground, sure. But they have a firmness that shows how temporary they are.
>This is far different, welcoming and soft like a warm embrace.
>Ted's clothes are far too big on you, but that's hardly a problem.
>"Settling in nicely, I see."
"Heh, yeah I guess. Thanks again, Ted."
>"Don't thank me, Anonymous. Any sensible person would want to help you out."
"I suppose. I hope it's not too much of a trouble though."
>"Oh it won't be. Once you're all healed up, I plan on making use of you."
>If it wasn't for the sincerity and safety of Ted's tone, you'd be a little scared.
"Whatever I can do, Ted."
>"Attaboy." He grins. It's incredibly safe, and that radiates from every inch of this house. "I'm going to get dinner started. If you need anything, you just let Shy know. You should come say hi, by the way."
>A squeak at the doorway catches your attention, and with a slight glance, you see Fluttershy standing outside the doorway to the guest room.
>Fists clench instinctively and you quickly avert your eyes. Something that both Ted and Fluttershy catch.
>Fluttershy frowns and starts to back away, but Ted gently flicks your forehead.
>"Anonymous, look. I get that you have some issues, but we're here to help. Shy couldn't hurt a fly, and if there's anyone who you should trust with your life, it's my Shy."
"Yessir."
>Your tone is a little flat, but there is an underlying hint of 'I'll do my best'
>"I know it'll take some time, but you just hang in there. Take it as slowly as you need."
>Ted grins and pats you on the shoulder, leaving the guest room, ruffling Shy's hair on the way out.
>You look away from the door and towards the window, able to see the reflection of the doorway, and the pink hair that appears when Shy looks back in.
>The feeling that she isn't just going to go away is as obvious as that hair.
"I'm sorry about the other d-"
1/9
>>26769960
>You're interrupted by another squeak of surprise. Fluttershy was as jumpy as you were.
>"I-It's no problem! I know you weren't trying to do anything l-like that."
>It's funny, the way she speaks reminds you of the kind, heavenly tone that Mother used to use.
>Funny, and a little scary. How long until her words become full of hate?
"Still..I should have tried to just fall on my face or something."
>"Oh my, no! Then you would have hurt yourself! Really, it's nothing to feel sorry for, b-besides it's not like.." her words trail off and a bit of color comes to her cheeks.
>She's a bit of an odd one. But you've got no place to talk.
>After several seconds of awkward silence she speaks again. "Anonymous?"
"Y-yeah?"
>"I'm..u-umm..r-really glad that you're here..." she quickly shakes her head. "N-not that I'm glad about the situation! J-just that we can help you."
>Something about the way she talks is soothing, but it almost sounds like she has a deeper understanding of the events that led to this, even more than you.
"Well, uh, I appreciate it."
>This is really getting awkward. Your grip on the sheets has softened a bit though.
>For a moment, Shy smiles and the window shows her squirming, as if trying to decide to cross the precipice into the room.
>And then a melodic tone sounds through the house, stopping the girl in her tracks.
>"Shy, can you get the door?" Ted's voice comes from the kitchen.
>"Uhh..." she looks at you. Or, well, at the mirror, locking eyes with your reflection.
>Even indirectly, it's a bit nervewracking, but you're starting to feel at ease with Fluttershy.
>There's just something about her that's so...genuine.
>"Sorry Anonymous...m-maybe we can talk later?"
>You find yourself nodding before you can even hesitate.
"Sure I guess. I'm just going to try and sleep some more, my head still kind of hurts."
2/9
>>26769969
>She frowns, clearly now she's more concerned with you. But the doorbell ringing again knocks that away. "Okay, sleep well Anonymous." She smiled and went downstairs.
>Left alone once again, you relax back into the bed, looking around the room.
>Not too much in here really. There's a large mirror, wardrobe, and some pictures here and there.
>Most are of Fluttershy, some with her Dad.
>It fills you with a sense of longing. There were no pictures of you at home.
>When you realize you were staring, you look back out of the window, watching the clouds.
>Maybe it's alright for you to let your guard down a little...
>You are Fluttershy
>At the top of the stairs, you kneel down to Angel Bunny.
"Angel, keep an eye on Anonymous okay? And please play nice."
>That is a really smart bunny. Tapping his foot and giving a twitch of that cute little nose, he hops back to the guest room.
>You hum softly to yourself and make your way to the front door.
>A twist of the handle and it's pushed open.
>Oh goodness you're blind now! All you can see is pink!
>"Fluttershy! We're sorry for being so mean about Anonymous and making you feel bad we didn't want you to feel bad! But we get it now we all know that you l-"
>"Pinkie Pie, you're suffocating her!"
>"-ike Anonymous and- what? Oopsies! Hehehehe!"
>Pinkie releases you, giving you time to gasp.
"I-it's alright...w-what? Me, like A-Anonymous? I umm.."
>The heat is rushing to your face, oh gosh.
>"It's alright sugarcube. Aint gotta explain anything to us." Applejack smiles and steps forward, giving you a hug.
>Behind her, everyone else is there. Varying levels of smiles on their faces.
>"Shy? Who was at the- Oh, Hello girls!"
>"Hiya Teddy!" Pinkie Pie shoots towards your father in an unceremonious glomp.
>Daddy catches her and tickles her a little. "Hey there Pink girl."
>"Oh come on, you know my name!"
>"And you know I don't like being called Teddy."
3/9
>>26769975
>"But it fits! Ooh, you're cooking! Let me help, you didn't start dessert yet did you? I have a new recipe for these delicious vanilla chocolate chip double fudge peanut butter frosted cupc-" she trails off, dragging Ted into the kitchen.
>He mouths out 'Help me' playfully, and chuckles, starting a conversation with Pinkie Pie.
>"Sorry fer comin so close to Dinner, but we all really wanted to apologize to you."
"It's no problem Applejack. Besides, I wanted to apologize for running earlier..."
>"Darling, not another word. You were completely within reason. Truly you were." Rarity says with a smile.
>"Yeah, it's no biggie." Dashie with a shrug and a smirk.
>"Where did you go anyway?" Sunset asks.
"O-oh, well, Daddy knew how worried I was and he was waiting outside to take me to the hospital..."
>You begin recounting the events of the day for your friends.
>Meanwhile in Anonymous' room.
>Angel hops in and gets up on the bed.
>"Oh shi-, huh? A bunny?"
>The white puff of fur cocks his head at Anonymous, then moves up, hopping onto his chest lightly.
>Anonymous squints in a bit of pain, but luckilly the bunny is light.
>"Friendly little guy aren't you?" He says, bringing a hand up to scratch at Angel's ears.
>Angel makes a soft little purring, snuggling up into the affections.
>One of the pictures of Fluttershy has a newborn bunny cradled in her arms, the frame has some words "Fluttershy and Angel, adoption day."
>"Angel hmm? I guess it fits." Anonymous says with a yawn, continuing to pet the bunny, who lightly thumps with a back leg against the boy's chest.
>Back downstairs
>The girls have all migrated to the living room, and each of them is staring at you.
>"...he's living HERE?" Dash stares you in the eye
"Y-yeah, he's upstairs right now."
>"Can't say I'm surprised really, ya never could turn away a helpless animal." Applejack says with a smug smile.
"He's not an animal!"
4/9
>>26769979
>That came off a bit more defensively than you intended, illiciting a squeaking 'sorry' afterwords.
>"Ya know what I meant, sugarcube. Didn't mean anything bad by it."
>"Is it really the best idea to have him in your home though darling?"
"I think so...It's better than any of the other options, from what Daddy told me."
>After a few moments of silence, Sunset speaks up, smiling over towards you.
>"Well, I trust you Fluttershy. And if you trust him enough to live in the same house, he can't be all that bad."
"He's not bad at all, he's just..."
>You sigh and look down at your knees.
>The feeling of a hand on your shoulder causes you to look up.
>"We know, Shy." Dash smiles.
>It makes you feel better to look around and see all your friends taking your side and trusting your judgement.
>Come on now, Fluttershy, don't cry. You've shed enough tears recently.
"Thanks girls."
>"Nothin doin. No need to thank us. So how long until he's out and about?"
"Umm, Daddy said it'd be a few weeks."
>"Hmm. Well, the picnic'll have to wait."
>Picnic? What?
"Umm..picnic?"
>"The girls and I felt bad, so we all had a lil meetin and decided to make it up to Anonymous by having a picnic with all of us."
>You want to say that might not be the best of idea.
>But a little positivity, and something to work towards, look forward to, is just too good to shoot down.
"I think that will be fun, b-but lets wait for Anonymous to be okay."
>"Of course. We've still got much to plan, after all."
>Ted and Pinkie emerge from the kitchen, the latter covered nearly head to toe in flower.
>"Dinner will be ready soon, Shy."
"Alright Daddy."
>"Dessert is going to be soooooo good." Pinkie nearly drools, the sugar-infused look of wonder in her eyes giving them a twinkle that looks like they could be the leading cause of diabetes.
>"Well, too bad we can't stay. We'll get outta your hair shy. See you at school?"
"Mhm. Thanks for coming girls, I really do appreciate it."
5/9
>>26769984
>Hugs all around, and you lead them out, waving goodbye as they pile into AJ's truck.
>"Awwwww but I wanted to stay for cupcakes!"
>Pinkie will always be Pinkie.
>"Shy, come and set the table please!"
"Coming, Daddy!"
>You are Anonymous
>Relaxing in a bed, you could get used to this.
>The little puffball on your chest seems to enjoy it as well.
>Or he's just really enjoying the attention and petting.
>You stop for a moment, just to see what will happen, and the bunny looks at you.
>Wierd, that looks almost like an annoyed 'who said you could stop' glance.
>Chuckling softly, you resume scratching and showering the pet bunny with with affection.
>You've never had a pet, and are surprised at how refreshing just doting on a critter can be.
>The smell of cooking vegetables and baked goods has wafted to the guest room.
>It smells so good!
>When was the last time you actually had a homecooked meal? It seems like ages ago...
>It was a good day for Mother.
>She only hit you a few times, and even her yelling was absent that day.
>Of course, that's because Grandma and Grandpa were coming to visit.
>Grandma brought her blueberry cobbler, and Grandpa made everyone burgers.
>He used to be a chef in his younger years, and it was evident in his cooking.
>If you try hard enough, you can still taste the roasted garlic infused meat on your tongue.
>You think about trying to get hold of them to get those recipes...Mother might like them when she gets out.
>Thoughts centering back on Mother, you shudder and remember the last words she screamed.
>"..you can't survive without me, you piece of shit!"
>She was right, wasn't she..
>You're free of her, but you still think of how to keep her happy when she inevitably returns.
>Knowing she won't have changed, and if she does, it'll just be an act
>And then things will go right back to the way they were.
>"Everything is going to be fine now Anonymous...I promise."
>Fluttershy's voice eases into your thoughts.
6/9
>>26769989
>You, of course, don't remember ever having heard that, you were asleep at the time.
>But the words seem natural and true. Your heart stops pounding as fast as it was a few moments ago.
>Downstairs
>Fluttershy set the table, Ted stopped her from setting Anonymous a spot.
>"He's still probably pretty sore. After we eat, I'll take his up to him."
>Fluttershy squirms a bit, kicking at the kitchen floor slightly.
>"O-oh..I can take it to him."
>"Shy...I know you mean well, but there's something about Anonymous that you should know."
>Tilting her head, the teen moves to her seat and sits down.
>"I'm sure you've noticed how on edge he gets."
>She couldn't deny the truth to that and sadly nodded her head.
>"The doctors gave me a bit of paperwork, and it addresses that. He's gynophobic."
>Of course, Shy had an idea of this. She had noticed his strange behaviour in school for years.
>The way Anonymous seemed to avoid all of the girls.
>Thats why she knew it wasn't his fault when he...
>Thinking of it, she blushes and nods in response to Ted.
>"I know, Daddy, but..." she sighs and picks up her fork, taking a dainty bite of the vegetable stir fry on her plate. "..I promised him he'd be fine, that I'd help him. That includes helping him with that.."
>Ted smiles at Shy, chuckling with a shake of his head. "Sometimes, you are so much like your mother."
>This makes Fluttershy smile and dap at her lips with a napkin. "So can I?"
>Nodding, Ted downs a glass of milk. Holy cow, he ate his food fast. "I'll leave it to you Shy. And I'll do my part."
>"Mhm!"
>Fluttershy hurries to finish her dinner, though still trying to be polite.
>Ted just shakes his head and laughs under his breath, taking his plate to the sink and whispering to himself. "See that, Lily? We really did raise a good girl."
>Said good girl, meanwhile, finally finishes up and joins Ted at the sink, moving to get started on the dishes.
>"Nope. You go take that boy some food while it's still warm."
7/9
>>26769989
>6/9
ayyyyy
>>26769991
>Beaming, Fluttershy throws her arms around Ted in a warm hug, nodding, and then doing just that.
>She grabs a little tray, the kind used for serving breakfast in bed, and loads it up.
>A plate with a generous helping of stir fry, a fresh glass of milk, some extra greens.
>Fluttershy carefully takes the tray upstairs, stopping outside of the guestroom and laying down a napkin with the bits of lettuce and celery on top of it.
>"Angel~" she sings out softly, calling the bunny.
>Little Mr. Puffball soon comes out and shoots her a semi-annoyed look, before happily digging into the food.
>"Hehehe, you're so cute! Oh!" She lowers her voice to a whisper. "Anonymous? Dinner's here if you want.."
>No reply. Is something wrong?
>She peeks in through the doorway, breathing a sigh of relief upon seeing that you are just resting.
>Fluttershy looks about, contemplating what to do, before slowly stepping in and continuing to speak.
>"Umm, sorry, I'm just going to leave your food here for you okay?"
>Of course, you make no response.
>Setting the tray down, she looks across you. Resting like a baby.
>How often did you get to sleep like this, she wondered.
>"Maybe..I should stay, just to make sure he's okay." she thought out loud.
>Fluttershy knelt at the side of the bed, humming softly as she watched you sleep.
>You are Cheerilee
>Driving back home from the hospital.
>Plans, all ruined.
>Anonymous was already released into the care of another guardian.
"God dammit! What do I do now?"
>You turn up the radio and let out a groan of frustration.
>This wasn't supposed to happen, not even close!
>Getting guardianship of Anonymous, and making him pay for turning in your love
>Maybe you should have let Jane take care of him back then..
>Damn your soft heart.
"Back to the drawing board. Jane, I'll think of something. He won't get away with this."
>Suddenly, sitting at a red light, you get a brilliant idea.
>You know how you can get things back on track.
8/9
>>26769996
>Just have to wait for Anonymous to return to school.
>It will be a wonderful gift for Jane!
>Your cheeks flush with heat, and you squeeze your thighs together, sliding a hand down to caress your chest, and then down into your skirt.
"Ah...All for you, Jane~"
>The light turns green, and you speed off down the road, touching yourself to the thoughts of how happy Jane will be when you punish her son for her.
>You are Anonymous
>Sleepily blinking your eyes open.
>Must have fallen asleep for a bit. Angel is no longer on your chest, but there's still a bit of weight there.
>Looking down, the source is revealed.
>Panic.
>Fluttershy is laying with her arms crossed on your chest.
>Your heartrate skyrockets, breaths coming faster.
>But strangely enough, that doesn't last too long.
>She's incredibly light. Her warm breath on the oversized shirt is oddly comforting.
>At the foot of the bread is a food tray, covered to keep the heat, and a glass of milk.
>Fluttershy must have come in while you were sleeping, and wanted to make sure you ate.
>You remain as still as you can. Half out of fear, and half because you really don't want to disturb her.
>She is pretty cute, y'know.
>Always kind to you, to everyone really.
>In fact, you can't recall a single instance of her being anything but a genuinely nice person.
>..however none of that changes the fact that you're really getting hungry, especially being able to smell that stir fry.
>Your stomache growls, and a quiet little eek issues from the girl using your chest as a pillow.
>Okay, that was really cute. But you weren't expecting the next response.
>Fluttershy nuzzled against your chest, her ear resting over your heart.
>It must be unsettling. You can feel it pounding.
>"Nng...five more minutes."
>You know she's talking in her sleep, and probably doesn't even realize the situation.
>It wouldn't be much of a problem to wake her up so you could eat.
>But deep down...you don't want to ruin the moment.
9/9
>>26750337
MOAR!
>>26770002
Wait so is Cheerilee is going to rape us?
I'm scareroused.
>>26770002
kill Cheerilee, make whatever she does to Anon known before its to late.
>>26770664
FUKKEN
THIS
>>26770604
>Cheerilee will never rape you while pointing a gun to your head.
>>26770604
I doubt it, more likely try to frame him in doing something by accident, then get a crowd approval to torture and humiliate him in public.
>>26770899
Maybe the mother will show up and help kick the shit out of him.
>>26770664
and by known I mean that everyone around knows what she did.
>>26771182
Preferably in the highschool.
>>26769996
>implying they don't do background checks on people who show up saying "hey yeah I want this specific kid", especially people who would have had no idea otherwise that the event took place
>implying they wouldn't find that Cheerilee and Anon's mom were at LEAST good friends or that whole thing with the three reports Cheerilee made to Celestia
>implying that this wouldn't be an immediate red flag for the agency
Seriously if Cheerilee had tried to adopt Anon there'd be some huge investigation as to what the fuck was going on and she'd probably get arrested if they found out she and Anon's mom were a couple, given the whole fact that THEY SHOT HIS DAD. Seriously how has that not been developed on? Did they bury his body? Did they just throw him off a bridge? Did NO ONE put out a missing person's report? Hell, writefag said he came home from work so they'd damn well notice his absence at his job and at least phone home to see what was going on. Nothing in this story makes any goddamn sense.please continue
>>26770002
>>26770002
i just realised that waid is probably one of the first to make cherrilee a hateworthy disgusting psychobitch
>>26771421
You forgot lesbo.
>>26771438
ok that too but making her a psycho is a lot more significant than making her a lesbo
>>26771387
Perhaps I can answer some of your questions. Cheerilee went to the hospital, first to check on Anonymous, to find out he's been released into another's care. She's clearly in an emotional state right now, so her plan to get guardianship would have failed either way. I'm trying to paint a somewhat Yandere picture of Cheerilee.
Cheeri has visited Jane in the jail, so people already know there is some kind of connection between the two, though the depths of it is relatively unknown.
As for what happened with John? Cheeri was marked from him hitting her when she refused to get out of the way and was pointing the gun at him. After Jane shot him dead, and the police arrived (remember when I said the house was in much better condition before? So, this event helped lead to the neighborhood losing value, a murder, etc) they claimed self defense. Jane was protecting her friend, Cheerilee, from her abusive husband, and in a panic fired three shots, killing him.
Nobody would want to talk to Anonymous about this. He was still in Elementary school when it happened, talking about it would only serve to make the emotional turmoil of it all even worse. Couple that with the way his Mother started treating him, and It was the event that began his transformation into the female fearing young man we see today.
I feel kind of bad for not relaying this through the story itself, but it's also something that I couldn't find a way to do so. Let's just say that in my version of the city, things that are darker / less happy-go-lucky are brushed aside, put under the carpet like a lazy kid hiding the dust in his room.
Another bit of information to serve this, being that Fluttershy didn't know there was a ghetto part of town. Unseemly and/or bad things go unnoticed, or are straight up ignored.
Again, sorry for the confusion, and I hope this clears things up and helps.
I'll probably post again later tonight. Going out trailing here in a bit.
>>26771459
>an original green by Hideo Kojima
>written by Hideo Kojima
>directed by Hideo Kojima
>syntax by Hideo Kojima
>published by Hideo Kojima
>>26771459
my desire for more.
>>26771459
I want there to be a scene where all the girls walk in on Anon and just see his mangled body from years of abuse, then him collapsing to the floor out of fear apologizing like crazy for being in front of them. I'm morbidly curious as to their reaction aside from Fluttershy, but more interested in Applejacks reaction when she notices he means every last word that comes out his broken mouth.
>>26772288
Dash acts like top cunt per usual and tries to jump him, it would be pretty neat to see Fluttershy stop her.
>>26740662
bump
>>26772973
Please don't tripfag unless you're contributing to the thread.
A bump is not a contribution.
If you want an account, go to reddit.
>>26773019
I don't really see what's the harm in being namefag or tripfag.
I don't want to be anon around here
>>26773169
Names and trips are used to identify a particular user, making it easier to follow the content they produce. If you produce content (green, storytimes, etc.) you should use a name/trip. If you don't produce content, it distracts from those who do. We use these names to minimize confusion as to who is posting what content. Using a name whenever just defeats the purpose.
>>26773169
Your name is stupid and it isn't very radical
>>26773169
>I don't want to be anon around here
then you should actively tribute you attention whoring faggot. 4chan is an anonymous image board; the name system is designed for when names matter (ie dumps, writefags, contributors). You contribute nothing, you add nothing to the thread, you are of no value as far as the thread's concerned. You haven't earned a name, you're just a spoiled faggot.
>>26773310
hey, fapman does the same exact thing.. so why cant this guy?
>>26758171
>>You are Anonymous
>>Hospitals suck
The comedic interlude was very much appreciated. I want to say fuck you, and fuck this story for making me feel feels, but god dammit that's the point isn't it. Waid you devilish bastard I love you and I love this green.
>>26773169
My guess is you've lost count of how many dicks you've sucked you outrageous faggot.
more leman, plz?
>>26773634
Fapman's job is to recap a thread.
>>26773634
His name isn't as stupid and its way more radical
