>"Welcome to Sugarcube Corner! See anything you like?"
I dont have the previous threads green pastebin if you do post it please
>>27043693
I'd like a new life
>>27043693
I like your tiddies
>>27043693
Check the Archive, lazybones. Which you should have done anyway to post a link to the old thread in the OP.
Step it up senpai. Posting game weak af
>thread died
>sad day
http://pastebin.com/msHuLanf
continuation to this
>>27044103
>If joy and happiness could have a child that child become a human it would be the girl right in front of you at this moment.
>She aint dumb and neither are you.
>Your argument to not date her before was her age, but now she is legally an adult.
>Emphasis legally because she is probably a 12 year old at heart.
>Which is cute.
>Wait, she is still staring waiting for an answer
"uhm.. Happy.. Birthday"
>Your nervous smile could not give you up any more
>Her face on the other way is starting to sign of stern
>Pinkie Pie might have not like your answer
>With a quick shake of her head she plants a smile on her face again, this one, not so sincere
>"Well I just thought you might be happy to know, you know?"
>Pinkie giggles and gets off your table walking back to the counter sitting behind the cash machine
>That went well
>You finish whats few of your food and stand up to go pay.
>She seems blue and her hair even looks "flat" compared to other days.
>Leaning on the counter you place the money for the bill.
>Miss Pie has her head resting on one hand as the other lazily stock the money in the register machine.
>Not even a smile, or a look at you.
>She might be mad.
>Better not get the girl who makes your food mad at you.
"Hey Pinkie Pie whats wrong? Where is your cute smile?"
>She scoff and looks away.
>"I dont know, maybe in the botton of a barrel."
>Shit. Do something fast Anon
"uhm.. You know. Its your birthday. So why dont we go out tonight?"
>Her eyes basically became lighthouses as she snap her sight at you
>"Really!?"
>kek
>You grab a napkin from the counter and pull a pen out
"This place. This hour."
>Smiling you hand her the paper with the instructions on it.
>She snaps it of your hand and scans it with her eyes.
>Pinkie's smiles is just bigger then ever
>"Really Nonny!?"
>You just smirk at that and double tap the counter
"See you there for our date"
>Emphasis on date
>Walking away you can hear her squee and giggle behind.
>>27043767
Another avatarfag, mods.
Bamp
>>27044288
Awww
>>27044288
Sorry, I was asleep.
Bumpo
>>27045281
hah
i dont know what to take from that
The grene text returns! I NEED more!!
Been meaning to try writefagging for a while
Gonna give it a shot.
>The biting February winds cut through your flimsy jacket as you step out of the lobby of your apartment building.
>Flipping up the lapels of your coat doesn't do much to help, but it's the act that counts.
>You make your way over to the parking lot, where your gleaming chariot awaits.
>Your beat up 1970 'cuda.
>You sigh as you tug on the door handle and flop into the seat.
>Your grandfather gave you this car just before he passed away.
>He'd kill you if he knew how badly the car had deteriorated in the two decades after his death.
>Oh well.
>That's what happens when you give a toddler a car.
>Sticking the key into the ignition, you say your prayers and turn it.
>The engine coughs and wheezes before it finally starts.
>Shifting into reverse you make your way out of the lot and onto the street.
>You are Anonymous.
>And today, you start your new job.
>>27047146
You better tripfag yourself so we anonfags can keep track of all you writefags
>>27044288
Great! A continuation!
>>27047146
>It took you a good twenty minutes to make your way to the restaurant.
>Your car died twice on the way there.
>If you're being honest with yourself, you never actually made it there.
>Halfway through the last intersection, your car finally crapped out and coasted to a stop just outside of the entrance to the lot.
>At least you're here.
>On first inspection, it wasn't much to look at.
>The sign for the bakery, 'Sugarcube Corner', was somewhat discolored from years of weather damage.
>The once colored facade of the building was caked with grime and dust, and the sidewalk leading to the door was cracked with weeds and littered with various forms of detritus.
>Just what the hell had you gotten yourself into?
>Sure, you needed a job, but this?
>You'd seen homeless shelters that looked better than this.
>You slam the car door shut, and briskly walk to the entrance.
>You weren't exactly sure what you would find inside, but you were prepared for the worst.
>You pull open the door and step inside.
>>27047294
>Bright lights greet you as you step through the threshold.
>Chairs are placed precisely onto their neighboring tables.
>Seems the bakery isn't open yet.
>An enticing scent wafts through the air.
>Something like vanilla and strawberries...with something else?
>You breathe deeply, taking in the aromas.
>Almost reminds you of home.
>The main lobby is occupied mainly by the chairs.
>There's a counter and a glass enclosure, replete with all sorts of sugary snacks.
>Unlike the outside, the inside is warm and inviting.
>And, you note with no small degree of happiness, it is clean.
>>27047384
>And with all this, it seems kind of strange that no one's come out to greet you.
>In most of the other restaurants you've worked at, there's always been someone there to show you the ropes, or, at the very least, introduce you to the person who'd show you the ropes.
>Glancing at your watch, you take heed of the time.
>7:10am
>You've been here for at least 15 minutes.
>And no one's come out of the back.
>Behind the counter lay a pink door, with a small porthole in the upper middle.
>You stride towards it quickly.
>The delicious smell grows in magnitude as you approach.
>That means someone's probably in the kitchen.
>The door swings open easily, giving way to a small hallway.
>To your right, a staircase leads up to...something.
>Further down the hall, you can see a light, and if you strain your ears...
>Singing?
Bumparo
>>27044288
>Its 8:00pm.
>Friday
>During the week Pinkie did not really mention a single word about the date.
>Tho you could see how much she wanted to tell about it to the entire building.
>Probably would have done it if it was not for you asking
>No, pleading her not too.
>Its 8:03 and you are leaning on the back of your.
>An old green truck but does the work.
>From far you see a pink blur dashing towards
>Impact in 3.. 2. Shit is here
>Pinkie Pie launches hugging you by your neck and smiles looking up
>"Hello Nonny!"
"Hi Pinkie"
>
>
>continue tomorrow
Bringing you boys back up!
Bompo
>>27043802
That'll be 1000 bits, thank you very much.
Here we go.
>Season the meat with kosher salt
>Heat the pan.
>Coat the pan with canola oil.
>Place meat in pan.
>3 minutes on one side.
>Flip over.
>1 minute 30 seconds in.
>Toss in some butter, minced garlic and fresh rosemary.
>Let the butter melt into the meat juice to make a sauce.
>The minced garlic and rosemary adds in extra flavor.
>Baste the meat with said sauce cooking in pan.
>Once done, take meat out of pan and let rest for a minute.
>Slice steak in half at 45 degree angle.
>Now slice those halves in half.
>Place meat on place.
>Slightly spread them so that the edges of each piece is at the end of the other.
>Use the remaining sauce left in pan to drizzle over meat.
>A scoop of mashed potatoes on the side.
>Done.
>Simple cooked steak flanks.
>You place the dish over on the end of the kitchen counter and ring the bell located over on the other end of the counter.
“Flanks up! Medium rare!”
>Be Anon.
>You are the sous chef at one of the more well respected restaurants in Canterlot.
>Fluer De Pone.
>Odd name yes.
>The head chef, like all head chefs from your experience. Tend to have a sort of crazy trait in giving restaurants completely arbitrary names.
>This really was something you fell into.
>You took a job here when you were 14 as a dish washer just to get some disposable income.
>One thing led to another, you became a prep cook 2 years in.
>Prepping is what started this addiction.
>Learning to cut, dice, mince and puree ingredients.
>Making stocks out of beef and chicken bones.
>You took to your duties pretty well.
>The Head Chef, Chase Palomino, took a liking to your attitude.
>He took you under his wing whenever he was available.
>>27049869
>He owned several other fine dining restaurants all over Equestria so his time with you was scarce.
>But the time he did spend with you, you gained priceless knowledge.
>After a few years, you were promoted to line cook.
>Basically now you cook some of the meals.
>The restaurant has a rotating menu over the seasons of the year.
>Usually keeps things exciting and fresh.
>6 years into that and you became the kitchen manager.
>Now you're in charge of ordering ingredients and making suggestions to the Sous chef on daily tasks with the line and prep cooks.
>You're also responsible for kitchen cleanliness.
>Several years of that and boom.
>The previous Sous chef left to try and open his own restaurant.
>Which is the norm.
>Now you've been promoted to Sous chef.
>You're one month in at the moment.
>And the hours suck.
>6 days a week.
>From 7 AM to help and train prep cooks.
>All the way to past closing at 11 PM.
>To help clean and help the kitchen manager set the schedule for the next day.
>Add in the fact that Chase Palomino is almost never there,
>You're basically running the show.
>Perhaps that's why most Sous chefs branch off to open their own spots.
>You need to truly love what you do to have to do this.
>Which you now give great respect to anyone in the restaurant business.
>Tonight's shift is almost done.
>The last order was cooked.
>Most line cooks are now breaking down stations and giving their used utensils to the dish washers.
>Others are wiping down the stoves with disinfectant to clean them of germs and residue from the day.
>Some prep cooks are gathering used oil and grease to store them away in a separate locker for proper recycling.
>This process usually takes an hour after closing.
>You have a small meeting with the entire staff.
>The summer season is coming to an end.
>Things tend to slow down a bit.
>>27049883
>But soon you will need to change the menu.
>One thing you would like to try is to give some of the line cooks a chance to shine and see if they can come up with an interesting dish for the menu.
>You already have a few ideas on your mind.
>Of course the head chef will have to give final approval of it as well.
>You end the day and meet with the staff by giving out a small glass of red wine to everyone who can drink.
>Something that has always been done since you started here and will continue on, yourself.
>And you all toast to a good day and hope for another one tomorrow.
>Everyone leaves and you clean the glasses and do some paperwork in the back.
>Finally you lock up for the night.
>Check your phone.
>11:24 PM
“At least tomorrow is my day off.”
>You reassure yourself by putting on an apathetic smile.
>You head to your car at the end of the parking lot.
>It's a 5 year old simple sedan you bought with the help of your parents when you were promoted to Kitchen Manager.
>Really, the promotion only came with a $3000 raise per year.
>The pay is salary so in the end it doesn't matter how many hours you work.
>You make your way back to your personal sanctuary that is your one bedroom apartment.
You head to the kitchen and grab a frozen dinner and toss it in the oven and head off to shower.
>Ironic
>You're a chef but when it comes to your personal time you want nothing to do with cooking.
>Also you're tired as fuck.
>You're not used to this.
>Perhaps you should make a meal before you close up shop.
>But now you want little to do with food outside of the restaurant.
>You have your dinner and watch some shows on your laptop and read the news.
>Finally you head to bed.
>>27049893
>Today is your day off.
>You feel you want to do something.
>But most days off you just stay in and do nothing.
>It's currently 7 AM.
>You usually wake up at about 6 to get ready to head to the restaurant and help prep for the day.
>You want to sleep in.
>But the job has set your internal clock to wake up early and refuses to let you go back to sleep.
>You get up.
>You walk to the kitchen to grab some coffee to start your day.
>You're out of coffee beans.
>Well shit.
>No coffee today.
>You head off to the fridge to see what you do have.
>Turns out you have nothing.
>Looks like you're going grocery shopping today.
>You get into your car and head off to the grocery store.
>Morning traffic.
>Something you did not miss thanks to your hours.
>The traffic jam has gotten you a bit annoyed since you've had nothing to eat or drink.
>You decide to drop off at this local cafe.
>A popular joint called the Sugarcube Corner.
>You've heard good things about this place.
>So lets see what's the hype for.
Huh, a lot longer that I wanted. but that's all I have for now. Will be back tomorrow.
It's going somewhere, I promiseI hope
Lets have all the writers continue their green, shall we?
any story where she actually humors anon when he blurts out the bend you over this table line
>>27043693
Beware Anon...
The scruffy might ban ya...
>>27052401
It happened to me after the janitor applications...
Damn janitors.
>>27052401
Why whould scruffy ban him other than the fact he bans any one
>>27052408
Bro /mlp/ is dieing because of mod and janitors its sad but oh well we knew it would happen one day
>>27043693
bump
what should i do to get a scruffy ban senpai
>>27054210
Ok heres what you do
Step 1. Make a post. The end
>>27052903
I bet there's more /mlp/ related activity on trash than on this board.
What if that was their plan all along? Slowly migrate this board there?
>>27054752
at least in trash we can post porn, we actually should migrate there desu
>>27044288
>shitty cancerous autistic self insert
no
>>27043693
bump
bump
>>27057818
Bump
Is there nobody else willing to continue their story?
>>27059034
Alright then...
>You walk inside.
>The atmosphere is...
>Welcoming.
>Warm colors greet you at all corners of the cafe.
>The walls are a bright shade or orange and with wood finish for the counter that stretches over on the back wall.
>The booths that line along the walls have wood bases as well and a velvet red coloring to the cushions.
>The almost diabetic smell of freshly baked sweets fill your nose.
>Your senses can detect fresh strawberries, cherries, apples, cinnamon, chocolate...
>The usual suspects you would find in a place like this.
>You make your way to the front counter.
>Nobody is there to greet you.
>You look around to see if you can find anybody who works here.
>You see several couples who were seated at the booths enjoying their pastries and drinks.
>The second you turn your head back to the front counter you are bombarded with a large mane of pink fluffy hair
>You are taken back at the sight and see that it is a girl.
>Pink hair
>Pink skin
>And the bluest eyes you've ever seen.
>Wearing a blue and white shirt with a heart imprinted in the center.
>Darker shade of pink than her skin skirt with some balloon designs on it.
>Feels a bit childish.
>She gives you a big smile.
>”Hiya! Welcome to Sugercube Corner! What can I get ya!?”
>Boy is she energetic.
>And loud.
>Her overenthusiastic attitude is a bit uncomfortable.
“Uh, hi. I'll just take a coffee with cream, and...”
>You look to your right into the glass container at all the available sweets.
>They all look pretty good.
>One odd one catches your eye.
“Excuse me, but what is that one?”
>You direct her to the item on the second shelf from the top.
>”Oooooh! That's a Sugarcube Corner original! The Chimicherrychanga!!”
>Wut
“Excuse me?”
>What kind of witchcraft is this?
>>27059772
>”We take our cherry pie filling and mince it up a bit more and we wrap some in dough and we fry them! A fresh batch of the mjust came out a few minutes ago!”
>Interesting.
>Even though it almost sounds like those mini fruit pies you used to eat as a kid.
>Except home made?
“Okay, color me interested. I'll take one of those to go with my coffee.”
>The girl gives a quick nod.
>”Oooookie Dokie lokie! One coffee and one Chimicherrychanga! That'll be 6 bits!”
>You hand over some money and she gives you back some change.
>She never loses her smile the entire transaction.
>”Alrighty! Please have a seat anywhere and I'll bring you your items when they're ready!”
>You give her a small smile back and nod.
>you set yourself at a booth closest to the door.
>You look out into the busy streets of Canterlot and watch passersby as they rush up and down the streets.
>Several people come in and order.
>The girl gives them the same amount of enthusiasm that she gave you.
>Each one as genuine as the last.
>She begins to take other orders to other patrons and finally makes her way to you.
>”Oookay! We have a black coffee!”
>As she places the coffee down she deepens her voice when she says black.
>”And the piece de resistance, The chimicherrychanga!”
>She triumphantly places the dish down in front of you.
>A small bar of fried dough with a sprinkle of powdered sugar with a scoop of vanilla ice cream on top.
>Geez, this may be a bit much for the morning.
>You still gotta lover her continued energy.
>You feel another smile come across your face as her positive attitude is infectious.
“Thank you uhh...”
>You never caught her name.
>>27059776
>”Oh how silly of me, my name is Pinkie Pie!”
>She extends her hand towards you, another big grin on her face as she does.
>You take her hand and give a gentle shake.
“My name's Anonymous.”
>She then tightens her grip on you and shakes more violently.
>”That's a silly name! It's very mysterious.”
>She begins to waver her arm across you
>Not sure whether to be insulted of charmed.
>From what you gathered she probably means well.
>You laugh it off.
“Well, most people just call me Anon to make it more simple.”
>She give a giggle
>”Well if you don't mind I'll call you Nonny!”
>Nonny?
>That's a new one.
>For her, sure.
>You'll roll with it.
“That's fine Pinkie Pie.”
>You reassure her.
>She throws her arms up.
“Yay!”
>Your smile widens a bit.
>Is this the power of positivity?
>”Well Nonny, it was a pleasure to meet you, but I have to get back to work! Enjoy though!”
>She skips off back to the counter and grabs other plates to deliver to other customers,
>>27059784
that's all for tonight.
as always, comments and criticism are appreciated.
I'll ask again, is anyone going to continue their story?
>>27059801
I guess you can continue this way, if you got something planed. There is a lot of description, for a green, but it's still pleasant.
>>27059801
I hope so. For now you're the only one that keeps updating
>>27048286
where are you anon ?
>>27059801
It looks good, but i had a hard time picking up in what universe the story is.
>>27061187
I have the same problem
You
THIS
Thread
>>27064072
With
>>27064615
Green
>>27061187
>>27062063
Huh, I figured that would have been a given.
Sweet mother of bump
>>27059784
>You take a knife and fork and cut a corner piece off to give it a try.
>It's pretty good.
>It's tart.
>As you would expect from something with cherries in them.
>There is a hint of cinnamon in the filling.
>The dough is light and flaky.
>Clearly they know what they're doing.
>You cut another piece off.
>This time you take a bit of the ice cream that was topped with the pastry
>The mild flavor of vanilla enhances the tartness of the cherry.
>You forget you also ordered a coffee.
>You take the mug and inhale the aroma.
>It's still piping hot.
>You take a small sip.
>Fresh roasted.
>Seems to be from the local coffee maker.
>You only know this because it's the blend you usually get from work.
>You finish your pastry and just sit there with your coffee and watch Pinkie Pie do her work.
>Every customer she greets she give the same amount of energy and enthusiasm she did when she served you.
>You have to wonder how she keeps this up?
>Probably from being around all the sugar gives her a contact high.
>You feel like you've got diabetes from that pastry alone.
>Still worth it.
>>27067657
>As you are nearing the bottom of your mug she reapers with a canister.
>”Need a refill?” She says eagerly.
>You sit back in your seat and laugh.
“Oh man now way! That was too much for me. Now I have to run laps to get all this excess energy out of my system.”
>”Oh you!” She chuckles and picks up the empty place that had your pastry.
>”So? How was the chimicherrychanga?”
>You nod your head.
>”It was very good”
>Pinkie's smile manages to somehow grow even wider upon hearing your complement.
>”I'm so glad to hear that! The pastry was my idea and I even made them meyself and I was a bit worried that nobody would like them but they've been super popular with everyone!”
>That was a mouthful and you barley caught all of it.
>Man she speaks fast.
>Wait, did she say she made those herself?
“Wait, you said you made those?”
>She nods furiously.
>”I sure did! I make a lot of the desserts we offer here!”
>That's impressive.
>If they were as good as that first odd concoction of hers...
>You can see why this place is so popular.
“I must say I'm impressed.”
>”What's so impressive? It's just sweets! If you put little love into each batch they'll always come out yummy!”
>She's got a point.
>The same can be said for cooking.
“Well, I work in as a chef in a restaurant myself so I can understand putting love into everything you make.”
>Now for the first time it seems like you have caught her attention.
>”Oooh! Sounds fun!”
>It really isn't.
That's all I'm going to be able to churn out tonight. I've caught a cold and it sucks.
Does anyone who is reading this feel like Pinkie Pie is off? I feel like I'm not getting her character down right.
>>27067661
I think your pinkie is fine. It's not quite pinkie from the show, but it doesn't have to be perfect, make her your own version it's good so far.
>>27043693
bump
>>27067661
Good job anon keep it going when you can
>>27067938
This.
>>27043693
Bump, for interest. I just read the paste. I can't wait to get a chance to read the thread.
>>27043693
bump
Bimp
>>27055561
That's the point of anon's threads,fuckwad.
You write a story about someone not from the show interacting with characters from the show.
>>27072109
No, it isn't.
You CAN write a self-insert green. But it's not the whole point. You can make your own Anonymous and put it into the story.
>>27043693
bump
>>27043693
bump
Bamp
>>27067661
>Sure, you do like cooking.
>But you didn't see the big whoop about it.
>You bob your head to the side.
“Eh, it definitely has it's moments.”
>She gently pushes you over your comment.
>Don't be silly, it's lot like baking! I have a general idea of what it's like! The hours, the pressure of having to get the recipe juuuuuuust right!” She squints her eyes and fingers to signify the precision of cooking. “If you didn't love what you were doing you'd have quit faster than it took you to eat my yummy pastry!”
>You don't remember eating it that fast.
>Was she paying attention to you?
>You sigh and nod to agree with her.
“You're right about that. In fact, autumn is coming around so I need to come up with new recipes for the menu.”
>You have a few ideas in your head,
>Some traditional
>Some new wild ideas as well.
>You'd have to get them approved by Palomino of course.
>Pinkie looks excited.
>Really, when does she not?
>”Oooh, that sounds super exciting and fun! I LOVE coming up with new recipes! The anxiety of if this will work with that! The hope of if these will taste well! The crazy experimentations!”
>There she goes again.
>>27075090
>Good god she makes it seem like it's some extreme sport.
>You have to admire her passion though.
>”Oh, sorry! I was rambling off again. By the way. Where do you cook at?”
”Fluer De Pone.”
>Pinkie's face goes from excitement to amazement.
>”Wow, that's a super fancy restaurant! I could never afford to eat there! You're gonna need to make me a meal one day from there so I don't have to pay!” She nudges and winks at you.
>She got an audible laugh out of you.
“Come on Pinkie! I wouldn't even be able to afford the ingredients we use to make the meals.”
>You tell her, finally calming down yourself.
“But It shouldn't be difficult to get a discount for you if you ever show up. I'm there most of the time.”
>Pinkie Pie puts her trademark smile back on display at your offer.
>It's not big deal to get her a discount.
>”That sounds great!”
>She looks back to the counter and sees that a line has formed so she quickly turns to you.
>”Oh! I got lots of customers to serve! You have a great day Nonny! Don't be a stranger and visit again and I'll be sure to come try your food out soon!”
>You match her smile and waver her off as she rushes off to tend to the line.
“Take care Pinkie!”
>You get up from your seat and head out back to your car.
>That was a rather pleasant experience.
>You wonder if she'll actually show up at the restaurant.
>Now that that's taken care of.
>You go and grab some groceries and continue on with your day.
Something simple for now I suppose. I can end it here or I can continue this. but honestly I'd like if any of the other writefriends continue their stories so I don't feel like I'm carrying this thread
>>27075117
Noice anon, it's something to enjoy. I appreciate it
>>27075117
I want the other writefags to continue as well but it seems they have left for good
Captcha: select all candies, kek
>>27043693
bump
All other writefags are kill?
That's a shame
>>27082456
Neh
Bamp
>>27075117
>Grocery shopping is always a great reminder of the state of available foods.
>Having learned how to cook at a high end restaurant, you are shown the importance of high quality ingredients.
>Of course the high quality foods are all locally grown and in smaller quantity so less pesticides and chemicals to speed up the growing process for high demand production.
>Organic, as it is called.
>Most people think it's a scam.
>But you've been shown it to be true.
>But even with your knowledge.
>Because of your pay.
>You simply cannot afford to buy for personal use.
>But that's another story for another time.
>You get what you can afford.
>Some fruits, veggies, rice, oats, and some meats.
>Not much though.
>With your hours you opt to cook less.
>Just simple meals.
>And coffee beans.
>Glorious coffee beans.
>You get back home and put everything away.
>You get laundry done and cook yourself some chicken and rice with a homemade cilantro dressing for dinner.
>Not a bad day if you do say so yourself.
>You made a new friend out of it.
>At least you think so.
>She may be like that to all the customers.
>She was a pretty cheery, upbeat person so it wouldn't shock you.
>Let's try not to dwell on it too much.
>Work resumes tomorrow.
Fuck it, If I leave it as is even though I have a longer story planned out in my head, it's going to eat at me like the prom night epilogue did so I may as well try to "finish" it. This is all I was able to get out since I'm still sick
>>27043693
bump
>>27084534
Its okay, we know you can finish. Take your time and don't make yourself worse.
>>27084534
Just remember man, he's a sous chef. Make him do chef things. I don't personally work anywhere that requires cooking, but I do know that they taste their food before it goes out, knows when something fuck's up, and makes sure their food looks delicious asf
>>27086039
This.
Oh I forgot this thread existed.
How is it still alive? I even forgot I was making a story.
Eh. lost interest in continuing.
>>27086897
That's too bad, but understandable I guess.
Huh, I actually just finished making this
lewd versions:
>https://derpibooru.org/1132529?scope=scpe29c47bd1eae964919797eb7a946f93cafaf492c5
>https://derpibooru.org/1132531?scope=scpe29c47bd1eae964919797eb7a946f93cafaf492c5
>>27087365
Very smexy figgars
!ponk
>>27055230
No fuck that i say we form a linch mob on scruffys lawn
>>27087365
>First pic
Sexy cute
>Second pic
Muh dick.
>Third pic
Well it was good while it lasted.
>>27084534
Take your time dood, you're doing great. I'm loving the story and characters so far. Please do keep it up when you are available.
>>27084534
>Alarm goes off.
>4:30 AM
>You crawl out of bed.
>Hop in the shower to let the hot water wake you up.
>Get dressed.
>Make some coffee with some milk.
>Out the door by 5:20
>You reach the restaurant at around 5:40.
>First one here as always.
>You begin to fill some pots with water and set them to boil and pull out some vegetables.
>The first prep cooks show up at around 6:30 so you usually get things up and ready to go.
>While the water begins to simmer you got and check inventory on several ingredients.
>You start writing a list for stuff to order for the day and plans out assignments.
>There is a knock at the back door.
>First delivery of the day.
>You head to the back and open the door to find something you wouldn't expect.
>A young lady around your age, give or take, is standing before you, holding a clipboard.
>Long blonde hair that goes down to her waist
>Freckled face.
>White and green flannel shirt
>slightly worn out blue jeans and cowboy boots.
>Something out of a country themed restaurant.
“Uh, may I help you?”
>You ask her.
>”Mornin'! is this uh.., floor day pony?”
>Butchered the name as she looks over the clipboard.
“Yes it is.”
You answer.
>”Fantastic. I'm AppleJack and I have a delivery of apples from mah farm for this place.”
>She's from Sweet Apple Acres?
>Usually your delivery guy is Big Mac.
“Where's Mac?”
>You ask.
>”Ah ol Mac is mighty sick today so ah made him take a day off,”
>Doesn't sound like Mac, he's usually pretty resilient and too hard working for his own good.
>”At least ah tried to make him take the day off but ah could only manage to make him do light work today and ah would take care of the deliveries. Stubborn as a mule that Mac is.”
>Okay, that sounds a bit more like Mac.
>>27091786
>You give a chuckle.
“Yeah he sure is; Well, let me help you unload the truck and get it in.”
>You start to walk out the door when she holds her hand up to you.
>”No need to worry ah got this all handled.”
>You stop.
“You sure?”
>She nods.
>”Course ah am! Ah ain't Mac's sister fer nothin!”
>A proud one she is.
“Alright, Let me see the invoice and I'll be in the office to get your check ready. Let me show you where they go and let me know when you're done.”
>She starts to limber up.
>”Will do!”
>You head into the back and to the walk in cooler and show her a spot in the corner of the room.
>She nods and heads out to her truck.
>You then head to the office and open the safe that only you and Palomino have the keys for.
>You pull out the checkbook for the restaurant and begin to write it out to Sweet Apple Acres.
>Between looking at the check and the invoice you catch a glimpse of AppleJack hoisting four large crates of apples.
>Damn, she definitely has Big Mac's strength.
>You place the checkbook back into the safe and rejoin the delivery woman.
>”Alright, all done!”
>You look inside the cooler and see the apples neatly stacked where you wanted them.
>You check each crate for each type of apples.
“Ok, everything looks to be here.”
>You hand her the check and sign her invoice.
>”Those sure are a lotta apples, what do ya use them all for?”
>You close the door to the cooler and walk her out the building
“All sorts of things. We make our own apple cider vinegar, we use them as garnishes and desserts and homemade applesauce for our pork dishes. Just to name a few things.”
>AppleJack looks a bit amazed.
>”Ha, didn't realize apples could be used fer more than desserts and cider and just plain ol eatin.”
>You both exit the restaurant.
>You see the trademark Sweet Apple Acres red vintage Chevy truck.
>>27091796
>She get's into the truck and waves you off.
>”Pleasure doin business with ya and have a fine day!”
>You wave bask as she drives off.
>You head back into the restaurant and continue your prep duties until the first prep cook reports in for the day.
>You pull out some chicken bones and skin you extracted from yesterdays poultry meals and toss them in the now boiling water.
>Add in chopped carrots.
>A chopped Red onion.
>Chopped leek.
>Chopped celery stem
>And a clove of crushed garlic.
>Now you have chicken stock in the works.
>Now the first two prep cooks show up for work.
>You direct one to start on a vegetable stock.
>The other to take over looking after the chicken stock and dicing more vegetables.
>You now need to make a quick run to a farmers market and butcher to get your main attractions for the day.
A little something for now before I head out to do some stuff for tonight. I feel a lot better and will try to update later tonight again.
>>27091808
Nice anon, thank you.
Bu
>>27091808
Thanks
>>27043693
bump
>>27091808
>You take the restaurant's truck it has specifically for stuff like this and head off downtown.
>You pick up all the essentials.
>Even stopping by the butchers and getting a large section of beef shoulder.
>You get it all back to the restaurant.
>By this time, all the prep cooks are present and help you unload the truck.
>You direct the other preps to begin making brine and marinades while you start to cut the large portion of beef into smaller strips of steak.
>You also begin to bone and fillet the chicken and save the bones for tomorrow's chicken stock.
>Things are really moving in the kitchen now.
>Before you know it you are now open.
>The orders come flooding in.
>Curried Chicken Cordon Bleu.
>Split pea and Cilantro soup.
>Steak tartare.
>You tend to take the more time consuming meals to prepare while your line chefs take care of the others.
>All the while the preps keep at cutting and chopping to make sure there is an abundance of ingredients ready to be used.
>You are then pulled aside by your kitchen manager.
>”Hey Anon.”
“What's going on Rumble?”
>A Young man, Rumble has proven himself over to be responsible and competent enough to take the lead in your stead.
>”Two things sir.”
>You motion him to continue while you are stuffing chicken breasts.
“Go on.”
>He clears his throat.
>”So, there is this woman who wants to return her seared quail.”
>You stop what you're doing and look up to Rumble.
“Oh? Why's that?”
>Someone fucked up.
>”She says it was overcooked.”
>Who fucked up?
>>27093831
“Where's the dish?”
>He points to the counter top at the edge is where the dish in question lies.
>You go up to it and give it a look.
>White meat all around
>It passes the looks test.
>You grab a spare fork and press the back of it onto the chicken and see the juices pour out from the chicken.
>Still moist.
“This looks fine. What exactly was her complaint?”
>He then starts to rub the back of his head.
>”Uh, she apparently wanted her chicken cooked medium rare...”
>You drop the fork and look back at him.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
>He then presents you with the note the waiter had wrote the order down on.
>Sure enough, his dumbass wrote for the chef to cook the quail medium rare.
>Talk about a lawsuit waiting to happen.
>At least your cooks weren't dumb enough to actually do it.
>But why didn't anyone tell the waiter?
>You drop your face into your hands.
“Did you at least tell her we can't sell her undercooked poultry because it could kill her? In a nice way of course.”
>Rumble nods.
>”She insists she's had it at other establishments.”
>You shake your head.
“Offer her a refund, she's clearly too stupid to get that poultry is supposed to be fully cooked and there is nothing we can do.”
>Rumble nods again.
>”Gotcha, second thing.”
>He continues.
>”The new dishwasher starts in an hour. So I just wanted to give you a heads up.”
>You nod and give him a thumbs up.
>You then take the untouched meal and cover it up and place it out of the way for now.
>It was still a perfectly cooked chicken breast and damned if you were going to throw it out.
>>27093837
>Time flies.
>The new dishwasher is some 16 year old kid named Button Mash.
>You give him the grand tour and his work station and how to handle what stains in the pans.
>Seems shy but at least slightly interested in what needed to be done.
>You finally take the waiter who was guilty of writing down to serve undercooked poultry.
>You scold him for a bit and tell him that stunt could have had them shut down.
>Health code violations and such.
>You give him a warning this time.
>Dinner rush comes and goes.
>You take the cooked untouched quail and dice it up and seal it and place it in the freezer for later use.
>At least there were no more complaints tonight.
>End of the night.
>You do the usual closing routine.
>You head home.
>On your way you drive by the Sugarcube Corner and see lights on in the back room of the cafe.
>Probably preparing for the morning.
>You never found out if Pinkie Pie works late night hours.
>She was there the morning you were there but that could have been the ass end of her shift.
>You're putting too much thought into this chick.
>You barley know her.
>But being around her seemed to have made the day a little bit... pleasant.
>Even when only talking with her for a few minutes.
>Whatever, another time.
>You make it home late
>Again
>You make a simple chicken and rice again.
>Shower.
>Finally, you head off into the night to do it all again tomorrow
That's all for tonight. Hopefully we'll finally get into more Pinkie Pie stuff tomorrow
>>27093866
Sweet.
>>27093866
Looking forward to it,
>>27043693
Bump
!ponk
page 10 Bump
>>27043693
bump from 9
>>27044103
>http://pastebin.com/msHuLanf
thanks bro.
>>27047146
>>27047294
interesting
hey all you green people.
care to do a crossover?
>>27100218
>>27100762
Why? There is nothing related to the Succubus thread here.
>>27059801
your level of detail is high, but it doesn't really distract from the story so I like it.
>>27084534
>>27100791
What about a story where Anon succubus visits sugar cube corner while they are between trains in ponyville?
>>27100962
This is its own thread, we are not relevant to your thread. Pushing you theme in here is rude.
>>27101007
oh. sorry then.
>>27101190
Its ok I know Succubus thread has gotten very slow, I understand the need to look for more writefags.
>>27101236
Thanks. I am trying my hand at writefagging in their atm.
>>27101354
Good luck, we have a good zombie story going, but that is the most evil thing here. Look for inspiration wherever you can.
7 lines in and fucking writers block hits.
>>27101574
Pic for the pain.
>>27101393
My favorite succubus stories I've read on /mlp/ haven't been evil desu. And that's probably going to come though in this green.
>>27101574
I'm sorry to hear that. I know it can be very frustrating.
>>27101848
Is there a word filter on right now or did autocorrect attack the last word in the first sentence of that post I just made?
>>27101875
Bit of both, but my keyboard is shit so I wouldn't know.
>>27101574
Sometimes, you have to force yourself to write.
If you have tried other things first that is.
>>27101574
Write something else instead. Something short.
Like a story of Pinkie Pie getting up one morning.
>>27043693
bump
Bimp
boop
>>27043693
bump
Let's try this again
>>27102740
I feel like something I misses out in my last green was writing in a different perspective like I did in my first green.
this is good advice, thank you
>>27087365
>3rd pic
thank you anon
>>27093866
Fuck it, I'm going to post what I have done.
>The next days is more of the same.
>The day after that you spend a little more time at the markets to look around for any new ingredients. >Time to start preparing new menu items.
>Lots of new seafood additions.
>Perhaps you can add squid to the menu and double down with their ink pouches and make squid ink pasta.
>Not a bad idea.
>You buy a few squids for experimentation.
>And some whole salmon for good measure.
>After today you'll have the cooks stay and try out some recipes.
>Some of them seem excited.
>Others not so much.
>Today didn't seem so busy as yesterday did.
>It can be both a good thing and a bad thing.
>Good thing? Less hectic in the kitchen
>Bad thing? Less business revenue.
>Tonight it'll be perfect because you got to close shop early and have a meeting with all the line cooks.
>You scatter all the new ingredients onto the counter.
“Okay gentlemen, here are some of the new ingredients for the new season. I'm going to do something here a bit different than in the past. We are going to make a dish for each of the new ingredients and we will all vote on what makes it to the new menu. Any and all winners besides me will receive a bonus $100 from my personal finances!”
>Some of the chefs look more interested than they did before.
>After they heard the reward.
>One of the cooks raises their hand.
>”What if you're chosen the winner?”
>A few laughs from around the kitchen.
“Then I keep the money! Not that hard to understand.”
>Some more laughs.
“Alright everyone, anyone who chooses not to participate may leave for the night, or you can stay and judge. Your choice!”
>Seems like everyone is staying for a free meal.
>>27107179
>At least a bite.
“Okay! You get one hour. If you're not done you will be allowed to finish but don't try anything too complicated! Now let's get to work!”
>You clap your hands and everyone grabs what they can and gets to work.
>You start off by taking some squid and a small piece of salmon along with some apples.
>First thing you go for is some flour.
>You begin the gut the squid and take the ink packs from them.
>You're going for the squid ink pasta.
>You begin by mixing flour, an egg and the ink sac together until it comes together.
>You knead for about 15 minutes and will now let it sit for another 30.
>In the time it needs to rest you begin to boil one egg.
>While that boils you turn your attention to the squid.
>You take a bowl and toss some pieces of squid in.
>You then add salt.
>Pepper.
>Lemon juice.
>Cilantro leaves.
>Dried oregano
>A splash of olive oil.
>Toss it all together for a few minutes.
>And place them on a grill.
>The egg should be done.
>You take it out of the boiling water and place it in a bath of ice water to cool it.
>You go back to your squid pieces and squeeze some more lemon juice on them and flip the pieces over.
>You coat a pan with olive oil and set it on the stove and start to heat it
>Now you grab a few tomatoes and chop them into fours.
>You toss those into a food processor and pulse them into a chunky paste.
>You then take some garlic and basil and mince both but toss only the garlic into the pan with oil.
>While that is going you turn your attention back to your squid.
>You squeeze some lemon juice on that side and take them off the grill.
>Back at your pan with garlic, you toss your minced tomatoes in and give it a quick stir.
>You take another pan and coat it with oil and set it on the stove.
>once the second pan is hot enough you take the fillet of salmon and place it in the pan.
>You cook them one minute on each side and takes them out and set them aside.
>>27107301
This reminds me of Food Wars. Now am hungry.
>>27107301
>Then you toss some white onion.
>Butter.
>And cinnamon into the same pan and cook.
>During this time you take your tomato mixture and add some kosher salt and take it off the stove.
>You set it to the side and add the chopped basil ad mix some more.
>You let that rest.
>Now you take your rested dough and begin to knead some more and put it through the pasta roller.
>Between rolls you toss your butter, cinnamon and onion mixture to prevent them from burning.
>Once the pasta is done you then chop an apple into thin slices.
>You toss the apple slices into the pan and cook until the slices are tender.
>You put the half cooked salmon back into the pan and cook for 2 minutes on each side.
>You take the salmon out and place it on a plate.
>One dish done
>You add some white wine vinegar to the apple sauce-like mixture in the pan and mix.
>You drizzle the sauce over the salmon and neatly place the apple slices over the salmon.
>You then cut the pasta to thin strings and place them in another pot of boiling water.
>You add kosher salt to the water and let the pasta cook.
>You grab a curved plate and coat the bottom of the plate with the tomato sauce.
>You take the pasta out the pot and strain it.
>You place the pasta in the plate on top of the tomato sauce.
>You arrange the squid ink pasta into a ring with a hole in the middle to make it resemble a nest.
>Then you take the cooked squid pieces and arrange them around on the pasta.
>Finally, you take the soft boiled egg and cut it in half and place it in the middle of the pasta ring.
>Letting the raw yolk slightly drain into the pasta and sauce.
>You are done.
>And it looks like everyone else is finished with their meals as well.
>Some of the other dishes look pretty good.
>You feel a bit proud of them.
>Now it's time for the judging.
That's all for tonight. Fucking hell, I said I'd get back to Pinkie today and I went overboard with this cooking scene. And I still have to get through the judging next update.
>>27107341
I like the ck vibes, fits with ChefAnon and Pinkie. Waiting for kinky baking time with Pinkie and her "oven".
This is a nice thread.
Bamp, now I'm hungry, good job anon.
Bamping
Bimp
>>27043693
bump
>>27107341
Do not worry, as long as you have something planned we'll keep looking for it.
Just remember to do a pastebin of this
>>27112747
This, also. Bump
>>27112747
AND THE OTHERS WRITEFAGS TOO.
Are they kill?
>>27112747
Yeah I've written enough to paste this.
http://pastebin.com/u/BetAnonTheSecond
added, also my other stories are there for shameful advertising.
will get some writing up in a bit.
>>27107341
>All the dishes are presented on the counter.
>You decide to show initiative and go first.
“Okay, first I have this 'bird's nest', it consists of squid ink pasta atop of some tomato sauce with some grilled squid and a soft boiled egg in the center. I would have loved to marinate the egg but time constraints.”
>The dish is passed among everyone.
>Everyone has a bite and seems to like the dish.
“Next I have seared salmon with caramelized apples and onions. Pretty straight forward.”
>Dish is passed and you see some nods of approval.
>Not bad.
>Next is the youngest of your line cooks.
>”Okay, so I have this crazy bold idea.”
>He places his first dish up.
>”This is a simple dish with raw squid with aromatic herbs like spring onion shoots, salty fingers and green chilies, layered over thinly sliced tomatoes.”
>Okay, that is simple.
>Not sure what is so crazy or bold about it.
>Before you could go for the meal he stops everyone.
>”BUT, the real kicker is we serve this to the patrons but then there is an extra step.”
>Oh?
>He pulls up a pan with what looks like a pile of salt inside a cheese cloth.
>”When the dish is served we have the waiter bring out this cloth filled with heated salt and we place it over the dish.”
>He does so while explaining.
>”We leave the cloth on for 2 minutes to cook the light seafood ingredients. And while we wait let me introduce you to my second dish.”
>He pulls up a bowl.
>”This is an apple and zucchini salad, just chopped apples, zucchini, fresh peppers and red onion coated in lemon juice, salt, pepper, white sugar and E.V.O.O”
>He passes that around to everybody and he goes back to his main dish.
>>27115241
>He lifts the cloth to reveal a colorful display of cooked squid and the fresh greens being cooked.
>”Now that it's cooked, I will add a dressing I made with some oil and fried crisped squid tentacles I mixed together.”
>He drizzles the dressing over the fine looking dish.
>He then passes this one among the rest of you.
>Everyone seems to like this dish.
“This is amazing and innovative.”
>You say taking a second bite of the dish.
“My only complaint here is it seems like the cloth bath of salt didn't season it, so perhaps we throw a pinch of salt on afterwords? A simple suggestion but otherwise phenomenal job.”
>He nods.
>”Thank you chef.”
>The salad was okay, but you think the star for him was that squid dish.
>You may need to convince the Head chef when he comes by to do the whole 'waiter cooking the rest at the table' bit, but still a great job.
>This continues on.
>In the end everyone agreed on 3 dishes.
>The obvious winner being the salt bath squid.
>Your bird's nest pasta.
>And salmon wrapped caramelized apples with a salmon puree.
>All around good choices.
>You hand out $100 to two of the winners.
>But you give some money to the others who participated and showed off creativity.
>Everyone begins to clean up.
>You work on payroll.
>Everyone is gone.
>You lock up and take your own leave.
>Once again you drive by the Sugarcube Corner.
>And again you notice lights on in the back room.
>Wondering of Pinkie is hard at work on her own creations.
>>27114354
cool.
>>27115260
>Alrighty
>3 cups of pastry flour
>A tablespoon of sugar
>A teaspoon of salt
>And 8 ounces of cubed butter.
>Stir for 2 minutes in a mixer.
>Stop mixer and add three quarters of a cup of water and slowly mix again.
>Over time add the final quarter of water a teaspoon at a time.
>Take dough out of mixer and begin to fold several times.
>Wrap it up in plastic wrap and let it rest for an hour.
>Preheat the oven to about 350 degrees F.
>Take two and a quarter cups of all purpose flour.
>One and a third cup of sugar.
>Half a teaspoon of salt.
>3 teaspoons of baking power.
>Mix that up a bit then add the half cup of butter.
>Continue mixing until fused together.
>Once all dry ingredients are well mixed.
>Turn the mixer to slow.
>Add one teaspoon vanilla extract.
>Slowly stream in one cup of low fat milk.
>Continue to mix batter for one minute.
>Once thoroughly mixed.
>Drop in two eggs, one at a time.
>Continue to mix until batter is smooth.
>Lube up two cake pans with cooking spray.
>Distribute the batter into the two pans.
>And place them in the oven for 30 minutes.
>With cakes baking and pie dough resting, you turn to tome filling.
>You take cherries and add them into a sauce pan with boiling water and
>Add sugar, a pinch of ground nutmeg and pinch of cayenne pepper.
>That's the secret.
>Stir until caramelized.
>Add a mixture of water and cornstarch and stir until filling is thickened.
>You are Pinkie Pie
>And your “day” is just beginning.
>>27116635
>These aren't your hours everyday.
>Thankfully.
>But some nights you work the overnight and into the opening shift.
>You're in the middle of learning the trade of baking.
>And it's going pretty well.
>You've always had a love for sweets.
>Ever since you were a little girl.
>These aren't the best hours.
>But if it meant you could let out creativity into the baked goods and have people love your work,
>There is no greater feeling.
>Speaking of which your pie dough should be ready.
>You pull it out, unwrap it and begin to roll it out.
>You hum a tune in sync with each roll of the dough.
>Once it get thin enough, you lay it over several pans and cut them perfectly.
>You mold together the excess dough and roll that into an even thinner dough to use for your chimicherrychangs.
>A pastry you call your own.
>It took some convincing of your boss to let you give it a go.
>In the end they let you go for it.
>And it payed off.
>Customers seemed to like the oddity.
>Which only boosted your confidence.
>You get all giddy when you're reminded of it.
>”Good morning!~”
>Your boss, Mrs. Cake has arrived for the day as well.
“Morning!~”
>You wave to her.
>If she's here then that means it almost time to open.
>You begin to roast some raw coffee beans.
>Mrs. Cake takes the reigns from you of decorating the pastries.
>Pastries are done.
>You take some out to the front and place them in the glass display container.
>The coffee beans are now roasted and you grind them into a fine ground powder.
>You set the ground beans into a coffee maker and let it do it's magic.
>You give the counter tops and tables a quick wipe to ensure complete cleanliness.
>Two minutes til opening time and there is already a line outside the door.
>>27117289
>6 AM.
>Time to open.
>The line thankfully files in at a respectable manner.
>You head back to the back of the counter.
“Welcome to Sugarcube Corner! What can I get ya!?”
>The first patron of the day.
>He pulls out some money.
>”I'll just have a coffee to go.”
>You grab a foam cup and pour some of the freshly brewed hot liquid.
>You hand him the coffee and also give him a freshly baked muffin.
>”What's this for?”
>He questions the the muffin.
“First customer of the day! Free Muffin courtesy of Sugarcube Corner and me!”
>You give him your best smile.
>He's confused for a bit but smiles back at you.
>”uh, thanks?”
>He says as he begins to mix his coffee with sugar and cream and leaves.
“Have a great day!”
>You quickly turn your attention to the next customer.
“Welcome to Sugarcube Corner! What can I get ya!?”
>Next customer is taken back at your cheery attitude.
>”Y-Yes I'll have a lemon scone please.”
“Coming right up!”
>You grab a scone from the glass container and wrap it neatly for the patron.
>You then fill a small cup of coffee for him as well.
>”...What is this for?”
>You smile again.
“Second customer of the day! Free coffee courtesy of Sugarcube Corner and me!”
>He seems just as confused as before.
>”...okay then. Thanks?”
“You're welcome! Please do come again!”
>The customer leaves as the next one comes up to the counter.
'Welcome to Sugarcube Corner! What can I get ya!?”
>Morning rushes can be quite hectic.
>Mostly for the first hour it's people in the business class getting fresh coffee for their morning commute.
>>27117674
>Sometimes they'll over over 10 coffees and that really puts things at a grind.
>You'll be low on coffee and it holds up the line.
>Luckily nothing like that happens today.
>Things go smooth.
>You sell a few chimcherrychangas.
>You get hit on by a few older businessmen.
>You play them off.
>Again, nothing new.
>9 AM.
>You're done for the day.
>And you have the next day off.
>You make your way home.
>You still live with your family.
>You've been saving up all your money so that one day you'll be able to move out and live on your own.
>Still living with your parents isn't the ideal situation you want.
>But it's what you got to do even if...
>”About damn time you got home! Where the hell were you!?”
>Your father.
>He's an old fashioned man and kind of not too thrilled you have a job as you do.
>He works for a mining company.
>Mining precious metals at various sights around the country.
“I was at work dad. Like I told you for the past few days I was going to work the overnight to help bake.”
>He eyes you suspiciously.
>He's like this to you and your other sisters.
>Who, you hope not against their will, assist him in the mining business.
>He had tried to have you be a part of the business too.
>But you just weren't into it.
>You wanted something new.
>He was very against this.
>It took you and your mother almost begging him not to kick you out into the streets.
>But you were on thin ice.
>He really didn't take to your overly friendly attitude very kindly.
>”Pah, whatever, you were probably whoring it up somewhere.”
>Those words never cease to hurt.
>He has never given you respect.
>All because you didn't want to follow in his footsteps.
“Okay dad! I'm going to bed because I'm exhausted from WORK.”
>He doesn't respond.
>You head up to your room.
>And just flop onto your bed.
all for tonight. comments and complaints are always welcome.
>>27117688
>BetAnon
Fuck, now I have to go back and read a thread I've skipped over a million times before.
Pastebin updated as well
http://pastebin.com/Li7mJEwW
>>27117688
>>27117704
>9 AM
>you're done for the day
I'm sorry, what?
>>27117688
Pinkies dad is a piece of shit, can we punch his teeth in?
Bamp
>>27118571
Well, since she started very early in the morning, it's understandable. Think of it as your typical baker's shift.
>>27043693
bump
>>27118708
Yes do it
>>27043693
bump from 10
>>27043693
bump from 9
bump from 10 again
Bamp
>>27043693
good night bump from 9
>>27117688
Now i have this image of Limestone driving a mining truck and Marble managing the paperwork.
Also, check 'em.
>>27125004
>Marble is a secretary
Anon I need to study not masterbate....
>>27118571
What this fine anon said: >>27119536
green coming soon
>>27118708
Punch? Let me get my hammer. I'm going to vent
>>27117688
>You wake up.
>Look over at the clock on the dresser.
>4:21 PM.
>You can hear the shower running from your room.
>Your guesstimate would be that Maud is home from working in the mines.
>Maud was your older sister.
>Not the oldest of the 4 of you.
>But she was always the one who was closest to you.
>She always had this strange fascination with rocks.
>So mining seemed to be up her alley.
>She was also studying for her Ph'D in Geology.
>She should be ready to be promoted to a management position with dad pretty soon.
>But it if were up to her, she'd probably stay in those mines.
>You grab your phone and see that you have several missed messages.
>All from your friends asking if you wanted to do something tonight.
>If it means getting out the house, you're all for it.
>You message Rarity to pick you up at around 6 PM and you'll figure it out from there.
>You decide to sleep for another hour.
>Your phone alarm goes off.
>You hop in the shower and get ready to leave the house.
>You doll yourself up.
>But not too much.
>Not like you're doing anything big
>Blue skirt with a shite shirt and a denim jacket.
>You puff up your hair and are ready to go.
>You step into the living room and it is empty except for Maud who is preoccupied reading a book.
>You skip past her and to the door.
>>27126616
“Hi Maud, Bye Maud!”
>You tell her as you try to get out the house as fast as you can but you hear Maud call out to you.
>”And where are you going?”
>You stop dead in your tracks in the doorway and turn back to Maud.
“Oh, well, you know, just gonna hang out with some friends!”
>There was no change in Maud's dead pan look.
>Her bright blue eyes look so gentle but could stare daggers through you.
>You begin to feel nervous that she's still staring at you.
“Sooo, i'll see you...”
>”You had a fight with dad again today, didn't you?”
>Maud interrupts you
>Always ever the blunt one.
>You slightly deflate at her words.
“It really wasn't a fight, he had just forgot that I worked the overnight shift baking.”
>Maud blinks slowly.
>”I'm sorry, there's been a lot of stress at the business. He was taking it out on everyone today.”
>Maud gives you a smile that only she could muster.
>”You have a good night.”
>She adds and goes back to her studying.
>You smile and giggle.
“Thanks Maud! I won't stay too late!”
>You shut the door and wait out front for Rarity to pick you up.
>>27125786
>Marble as aSEXYsecretary
>>27126633
>Standing outside.
>Waiting for your friend to come scoop you up for something to do tonight.
>It takes rarity some time to finally arrive.
>She finally shows up in her posh new car.
>Looks like business at the boutique is doing well.
>She pulls the car right next to you and unlocks the door.
>You get in.
>”Good evening Pinkie!”
>She leans over and embraces you for a moment.
“Hiya Rares!”
>You give her a squeeze and she lets out a small grunt over it.
>You let go of her when you hear it.
>”And how are you this evening hon?”
>You let out a sigh.
“I'm well, I'm just glad I have a few days off so I don't have to worry about work.”
>Rarity gives you a pat on the shoulder.
>Well now that's wonderful to hear. Let me tell you work at the boutique has been quite the chore!”
>She goes on about how one of her employees ordered the wrong fabric and she had to push back the date for some clothes.
>Then she goes on about how all the good guys are always taken and whatnot.
>Stuff that totally doesn't interest you too much.
>”..I swear most mean have no clue on how to treat a lady.”
>She's finally done.
>”Anyways, I forgot to mention, Twilight, Shimmer and Rainbow Dash both had prior commitments so they will not be joining us.”
>That's a little sad to hear.
“Aww, what about Fluttershy and AJ?”
>Rarity just shakes her head.
>”Well, Fluttershy hasn't been answering her phone. But AppleJack is still free.”
“That's good enough for me!”
>You say joyfully.
>”Ah, but we first must decide on what to do first!”
>True that.
>>27127531
>You sit back and think for a minute.
>You look around Rarity's car and can't help but feel out of place in the posh exteriors.
>Wait.
“I got it!”
>You yell and causes Rarity to jerk the wheel of the car.
“I made a new friend who is a chef at a REALLY fancy restaurant! We should go there and eat his food!”
>Rarity looks confused.
“I beg your pardon?”
>You nod furiously.
“Yep yep yep! I met him the other day, he says he's a...soos chef? At that fancy restaurant named flour de pony or something!”
>Rarity gives you a questioning look.
>”Fluer De Pone? Oh please now darling. That place is a bit above our pay grade”
>You shake your head.
“He said if I showed up he'd get us a discount!”
>Rarity shakes her head, but contemplates the offer.
>She then sighs.
>”Alright hon, I'll call yours, and his, bluff. But you must inform AJ to wear something proper. This is no normal restaurant we're going too.”
>You reach for your phone and text AppleJack.
“Will do!”
>You tell AppleJack that you were going someplace fancy and to look fancy.
>AJ protested most of the way to pick her up.
>But in the end she finally said fine.
>You waited a few minutes outside her place.
>She finally shows up.
>Wearing a sleeveless ocean blue dress.
>Still wearing cowboy boots though.
>Her hair is straightened out and twirled into a large ponytail.
>”You look gorgeous AJ but, don't you have any other shoes than those boots?”
>AJ gives Rarity a nasty look.
>”Pinkie said to look fancy, and this is about as fancy as ah can get! Ah really don't know why ah agreed to do this!”
>Rarity sighs.
>”Ok, ok, no problem, I have spare shoes in my trunk.”
>AJ shakes her head.
>”Ah ain't wearin anythin else, it they don't like it they can kiss mah apple lovin butt!”
>Rarity places her face in her palm.
>”Fine, I can make this work.”
>All three of you make your way to downtown Canterlot for a dinner experience.
>>27127541
>You all make your way to downtown Canterlot.
>The more upscale part of it at least.
>The streets seems to be smaller and more people are walking around on the sidewalks.
>Low hanging lights illuminate the streets and give it a small town feel even though it is a large city.
>”My boutique is only two blocks from here.”
>Rarity has the need to tell you again.
>You finally make it to the parking lot.
>You all get out of the car and Rarity gives the keys to the valet.
>”Hey! Ah know this place!”
>AppleJack chimes in.
>Rarity give her a look of surprise.
>”Do you now?”
>AJ nods.
>”Sure do, ah delivered some of our apples here the other day.”
>Perhaps she knows Nonny?
“Oh, so then did you meet Nonny!?”
>You grab AJ's hands and jump up and down excitedly.
>”Nonny?”
>She's confused.
>”Umm, Ah met a fellow named Anon, I believe.”
>You nod your head furiously.
“That's Nonny! He came into the SugarCube Corner the other morning and I talked with him for a bit. He said he could get us discounts and I totally thought it'd be fun to take him up on his offer today!”
>”Really Pinkie Pie? Do you think he even remembers you? How can you be so sure he will honor his fib of giving us a discount on what will probably be a lavish meal?”
>You look at Rarity.
“Why would he lie about something like that? I believe in him.”
>Both Rarity and AppleJack just look a bit nervous.
>”If you say so. You really shouldn't use your womanly charms to get through in life.”
>Rarity turns her attention to the host at the front podium.
>”Good evening sir, I would like a table for 3 please.”
>The young man at the podium looks at all three of you and then at a piece of paper.
>”I'm sorry ma’am, there is a long line of patrons and most of our seating is reserved.”
>Well that's a bummer, you didn't think this place would be so popular.
>Rarity doesn't seem too fazed.
>>27128153
>She leans in closer to the young man.
>”Oh dear, how foolish of me.”
>She overacts and places the back of her hand over her forehead.
>She then runs her fingers through her hairs and looks seductively at the host.
>”But I did have a reservation, I just oh so forgot to write in on here. Perhaps you can help me with this... 'problem'?”
>Her lips makes kissing motions to the host.
>The poor host starts to shake a bit.
>”Uh, I-I'm sorry ma'am, you're the third person to try this tonight. I can't do anything for you.”
>Rarity put on a smile and inches closer to the host.
>”Oh but I can do anything for you.”
>She whispers something else in his ear.
>The hosts face turns a hint of red and he closes his eyes hard.
“Bu-but the dress code. Your friends aren't...”
>She gives him a wink
>”Okay, There was just a cancellation of the previous reservation. I'll call your name shortly.”
>She runs her fingers through the young host's hair.
>”You're a very kind young man.”
>She turns away and meets back with you two.
>And she was scolding you about using your 'womanly charm'.”
>”That was uncalled for Rarity.”
>AppleJack didn't approve of her antics.
>”Oh don't worry too much about it, he's just a charming young man.”
>She waves it off nonchalantly.
>Several minutes pass and your name is called.
>You are lead into this large hall with tables lined neatly in rows of four and there seems to be a balcony inside the restaurant with more tables.
>The lighting is dim with candles seeming to be the dominant source of light.
>Black, white and velvet red are the colors most prominent through the restaurant.
>You are seated and are handed a menu.
>>27128168
>You take a look inside and.
>Holy moley these prices!
>Perhaps you did bite off more than you can chew?
>AJ seems to have the same idea as she as pale as Rarity by just looking at the menu.
>Rarity is just looking at you again.
“Uh, I-I'm sure he'll come through for us!”
>You tell her nervously.
>”Let's hope so, I won't be able to charm our way out of these prices.”
>The waiter shows himself to you.
Orange skin and slick back purple hair.
>Fancy tuxedo while holding some glasses of water.
>He places the waters by each of you
>”Good afternoon and welcome to Fluer De Pone. I'm Tender Taps and I'll be your waiter for tonight. I would just like to let you know our soup of the day is a consomme de boeuf a la royale. Which is a beef consomme with extra flavor and a savory custard mold in the soup for an extra kick. Would anyone like to try our soup of the day?”
>All three of you look at each other.
>And you all shake your head no.
>Tender Taps nods
>”Very well, may I start anyone off with a drink?”
>Again you all look at each other.
>”We'll look it over in the menu.”
>Rarity speaks up for the group.
>”Oh, also, is...what was his name?”
>AJ speaks up.
>”Is Anon in the back?”
>Tender looks at all three of you.
>”Y-yes he is in the back.”
>”May we see him for just a moment please?”
>Rarity sweetly asks.
>Tender Taps stands there for a moment.
>”Uh, he may be a bit busy.”
>Rarity bats her eyes a few times.
>”Just for a quick moment, we promise.”
>The waiter sighs.
>”I'll go check up on him.”
>He then makes his way to the kitchen.
That'll be all for tonight. updated pastebin next post
>>27128174
updated pastebin http://pastebin.com/Li7mJEwW
thoughts on the story so far?
>>27128209
Glorious.
>>27128209
You're making me hungry so it means you must be doing something good. Please keep going.
>>27128209
My mouth is watering damn it. More please.
>>27128209
It's great! I'm excited to see where it's leading and how much cooking innuendos there are gonna be, especially during sex with ponkwhich better happen
>>27126616
>4.21PM
Oh you.
>>27128209
>thoughts on the story so far?
>>27043693
bump
