ITT: We wait for writefags to deliver us our Sweetie green. Silver green is also acceptable.
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>>26937676
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>>27111478
>title
The Sweetie Belle thread is what others have been calling us.
Kind of funny how we're all about AnonxSweetie, but we haven't started off a single thread with a pic of her.
plonka did set all this up in the beginning but as it is now we have white and silver linings going on
>>27111478
You should have stayed dead along with that bumpfield alone in equestria or whatever. This story could be finished by the fourth thread and you all know it
>>27112312
>>27112225
Think every thread so far has used the same ponka image - nice and easy to identify
Requesting feedback.
Was the way Silver's sections were written in last night's green (particularly in >>27104170 and >>27104376 ) successfully convey her panic? Did they read like she was on the verge of losing it? Was the way it was written make you actively concerned for her and if not, what should I do differently to make that happen?
I want to know if it worked or not before I use that gimmick again.
>>27113298
I felt it was more of her being overly focused instead of panic but that's just me it was a good few scene
>>27089897
Pic related.
>>27090053
Your faith is appreciated.Soon the harvest will begin.
>>27103620
Will do, command.
>>27111998
One off.
>>27113105
I wish to tickle this creature.
>>27089235
>Applejack glances over the crowd one last time before moving to take her controls.
>You smirk and look back over the crowd as Lemon Zest switches tracks: https://youtu.be/w_x7DFmgX8M
"And their opponents, fighting for dominion over the Clubs division... The Electric Fight Orchestra!"
>The crowd parts at the fanfare, Octavia and Vinyl Scratch stepping forward in rhythm, approaching the stage in sync.
>Octavia looks focused and determined while Vinyl is bobbing her head to the beat and glancing around at the crowd.
>They step onto the stage and take their position behind their cabinet.
>The teams pick their characters.
>Diana and Ada in brown against two Cassidys in white.
>Round one begins.
>The Apples mount an early offense, expertly chaining attacks together.
>Of all the teams you'd seen today none were as in sync as them.
>They easily take a stock from each of their opponents and pull Octavia in for another fall before Vinyl manages to punish them for it, sending Applejack flying offscreen.
>Suddenly a crash draws attention towards the back of the crowd.
>You look to see Big Mac pushing himself off of an arcade cabinet.
>He takes a swing at Braeburn.
>Braeburn ducks and charges him backwards into the cabinet again.
>Big Mac drops a fist over Braeburn's back and knees him in the stomach.
>Braeburn catches him in the jaw with a hook.
>The crowd is watching, some cheering them on, some trying to get them to stop.
>Sunset looks at you completely uncertain of what to do.
>You stare down at the fight from where you're standing on stage.
>You smile.
Art fag here
I had to redo >>27113105
because it was WAY too cute
>>27106419
>You are Silver Spoon and you love his gift.
>It’s not the kind of thing you normally read – fantasy novels are just too… fantastical.
>Also, it’s the second book in a series. You have no idea what is happening or why, who these characters are or their motivations, what this hammer is that they are talking about or why they are arguing.
>Mysterious warnings of missing constellations mean nothing.
>You find yourself wanting to know more.
>Soarin is concentrating on the road, listening intently to his phone’s GPS. He doesn’t know this part of town well.
>Diamond is too busy… you wouldn’t say pouting, perhaps she is trying to give Soarin and you privacy? Either way, she isn’t offering him any help.
>You don’t know what to do.
>Their silence is disquieting.
>Your nervousness begins to return, but you don’t give in. You pull his gift from your purse and continue reading.
>It’s a wonderful distraction, but just as importantly, you want to see what happens.
>You’ll have to order the other books when you get home tonight.
>If…
>You glance over at Soarin.
>… *if* you get home tonight.
>You wouldn’t mind waiting a day – or two – to order them.
>”In 20 meters, turn right,” his phone blurts out.
>Reactively, he turns his head slightly.
>Probably just checking to see if he could change lanes, but his eyes catch yours. He sees you looking at him and smiles.
>“I hope you have fun tonight.”
>You already are, just… nervous.
>He turns his attention back to the road, and you, after a moment, resume devouring your new book.
>By the time he reaches the Entertainment Industrial Complex, you’re a quarter of the way through the novel.
>”Now, we can go straight in, or…”
>Soarin slows, coasting through the parking lot.
>>27115697
>”… or we can stop over at one of these places,” he continues, gesturing towards the nearby restaurants, “and grab some food. Your choice, Silver.”
>You’re too nervous to eat.
>”They have food inside,” Di huffs. “Isn’t that good enough?”
>”Not really. I thought we might want a real meal.”
>”Yeah, well –“
>”I can drop you off now, if you want,” Soarin snaps back eagerly. “Silver and I can join you later.”
>”What? No! Everyone would laugh if I went in alone to –“
“… I’m not hungry…”
>Soarin looks at you, one eyebrow raised.
>He’s doubtful, but it’s true.
“Really, Soarin.”
>Hesitantly, you reach out and put your hand on his arm.
“I’m not.”
>Just the thought of food makes your stomach churn.
>”Okay,” he concedes with a frown.
>The nausea rises.
>You messed up.
>You close your eyes and focus on your breathing, try to keep yourself from –
>”Silver, are you okay?”
“I’ll be fine.”
>You hope that’s true.
>You’ve already disappointed Soarin once; you can’t compound that by lying to him.
>”Silver…”
“I’ll be fine.”
>You can barely hear your own voice, it’s so soft – and strained.
>”Okay,” Soarin responds after a second. “Okay, but… if you’re not up to this…”
“No, please…”
>You don’t know if the plea makes it out of your mouth, let alone to his ears.
“… I’m fine.”
>You have to do this.
>For him.
>He puts his hand on yours.
>”Okay, Silver, but if you change your mind – about this *or* getting dinner – just say the word.”
>You nod.
>You don’t trust your voice to answer – or know what will happen if you open your mouth right now.
>>27116020
She is going to vomit on us, isn't she?
>>27116020
>Soarin pulls his hand away and the engine growls as the car lurches forward, presumably searching for a parking space.
>The sudden acceleration –
>No, you’re okay.
>Almost, but you kept it down.
>You try to –
>A hand touches your shoulder, a comforting presence that gives you something to focus on.
>Di doesn’t say anything, just gently rubs, working her thumb along the base of your neck.
>You’re glad she’s here.
>Without her –
>The car comes to a stop.
>Your stomach doesn’t rebel at the suddenness of it.
>”Okay, girls,” Soarin says, the enthusiasm in his voice clearly faked, “ready for some fun?”
“Almost.”
>”Give us a minute,” Di snaps at him – and you don’t find that you mind.
>You don’t want him to see you like this.
>>27116306
>You are Soarin and you have no idea what just happened.
>She was happy and eager just a minute ago.
“Yeah… sure…”
>”*Outside*.”
“Oh.”
>You unbuckle yourself and get out of the car – and after a glance back at the two girls, sigh.
“I’ll… uh… I’ll be waiting up by the entrance.”
>”Fine. Go.”
>You close the door and walk away.
>What else can you do?
>You could – no, you’re done overthinking this.
>Silver and Diamond join you shortly.
>One is smiling, the other…
>Dammit.
>You need to make this the best night of her life. You *have* to.
>It’s the only way.
>You reach out and take her hand in yours.
“Better now?”
>Silver nods.
“Then let’s make this a night to remember.”end for tonight.
Page 9 bump
>>27116244
The likelihood of this is high.
I kind of understand why Diamond does the things she does but I still want to punt her
ANU CHEEKI BREEKI
Boomp.
>>27116669
>You are Diamond Tiara and you don't want to be here.
>You don't want Silver to be here, either. You are tired of sharing your friend.
>It was supposed to be exciting... and... it *was*.
>Watching the two of them...
>The memory of it sends a tingle up your spine.
>Not like the feeling you get as Soarin takes Silver's hand and squeezes gently.
>It wasn't supposed to be like this.
>Not at all.
>You are Soarin and you are going to do your best.
"Silver -"
>"Wow, the two of you are finally starting to look like a real couple."
>You look away from your... *girlfriend*, to the other girl.
>Diamond smiles coldly.
>"Still," she continues, "I told you to do this right. You should have brought flowers. I mean, sure, people can guess you're a couple -"
>You are Silver Spoon and you don't mind.
>Word might get back to your parents, but -
>Soarin's head snaps back around to face you.
>He looks at you, then down at your hand, cupped in his.
>There's a moment, a single heartbeat's space where you know what he's going to do.
>You desperately pray that he won't.
>His grip on you loosens.
>He is.
>No... you silently plead for him to -
>Soarin's hand tightens around yours.
>He raises his head - his smile is strained.
>"Let's go, Silver."
>>27123291
I saw that!
>>27123429
You saw nothing, citizen.
>>27123499
Really now
>>27124253
What kind of sick fuck steals somebody's trip
>>27124301
Vile, contentless, threadbumping heretics, that's who.
Burn the thread.
No survivors.
What will happen the first time Sweetie cooks for Anon?
>>27125413
Death.
>>27125438
Silver Spoon confirmed for 100% superior waifu.
>>27120334
>He pulls you along, but you’re too stunned to follow.
>He didn’t let go.
>He didn’t drop your hand.
>He –
>A sharp pain runs through your left wrist.
>He expected you to come along.
>You shouldn’t have hesitated.
>You try not to cry out, you try to catch up before he –
“Ow!”
>You tried not to; it’s not his fault.
>You shouldn’t bother him.
>You should have followed.
>You shouldn’t have hesitated.
>”Silver?” he asks, spinning around to face you, his voice full of concern. “Silver, what’s –“
“Sorry, I –“
>”You idiot,” Di snarls, stepping up an jabbing a finger into Soarin’s chest. “Don’t you remember what you did to her?”
>His eyes widen.
>They tremble.
>He looks back down at your hand.
>He… lets go.
“No!”
>You reach for him, your fingers entertaining with his before his arm can fall limply to his side.
“I – I don’t mind!”
>It’s okay if he hurts you.
>>27126115
>He – gently – pulls his hand from yours.
“… no…”
>You are Soarin and you are an idiot.
>A wide bracelet coves Silver’s wrist; it doesn’t suit her at all.
>It’s a clunky piece, so unfitting for her delicate limbs.
>”… no…” Silver begs as you pull your hand from hers.
>There’s a reason she’s wearing something so gaudy.
>You grab hold of the bracelet, searching for the clasp.
“This is yours, isn’t it, Diamond?”
>”Yeah, so what?”
“I thought so.”
>There it is.
>You know what she’s hiding, but you need to see it with your own eyes.
>You need to know exactly what you’ve done to her.
>You are Silver Spoon and you jerk away from Soarin.
>It’s okay if he hurts you.
>It’s not okay if he finds out.
“Let’s go inside. I mean… we’re here to…”
>”Silver…”
>You smile for him and take a tentative step towards the door.
“Can we… can we just… please…”
>You don’t know what to say.
>You just want to go inside. Play games. Have fun. Be with him.
>Make him love you.
“… please…”
>You are Diamond Tiara and you don’t want Silver to cry.
>She’s going to cry. Or vomit.
>It’s so annoying.
>With a sigh, you shove Soarin towards the doors.
”You know what you did, idiot. You *owe* her, so you better do what she wants!”
>This will be over fast.
>>27126542
>You just have to go in, play some games, then you can go home with Silver Spoon and spend another night holding her.
>”Don’t you mean what *you* want,” he snaps back.
“It’s the same thing. I only want what’s best for Silver.”
>She’ll learn soon enough.
>You know she will.
>You are Soarin and you don’t know what to do.
>You hurt her.
>You *know* you hurt her, and then you did it again.
>But here Silver is, reaching out to you again.
>”Please…” she begs again, “… please, give me a second chance… I can… I can do better…”
“Only if you give me one, too.”
>You ignore her outstretched hand and put your arm around her shoulders.
>She smiles as you walk her inside, into a riot of sound and lights.
>You are Silver Spoon and your heart aches.
>*Soarin* asked *you* for a second chance.
>He’s done nothing to wrong you, except… unless…
>He *did* have sex with that girl. You knew it.
>That’s the only reason he would ask for another chance.
>But…
>You’re dimly aware of the spectacle that surrounds you.
>”Where too first?” Soarin asks.
>You don’t care.
>Whatever makes him happy.
“I –“
>”How about we get something to drink?” Di interrupts. “And by that, I mean they won’t card us, because –“
>You are Soarin and you don’t know why Silver lets out a tiny moan.
>Her eyes dart around behind her glasses.
>She bits down on her lip and, after a moment of hesitation, slips free of your arm.
>>27127147
>”- because they *know* us,” Diamond continues, smiling savagely. “And if they don’t, the *will*.”
>Whatever she’s talking about is the furthest thing in your mind right now.
“Silver, what’s wrong?”
>The girl wraps her arms around herself and bows her head.
“Silver?”
>Her eyes flicker up at you for a fraction of a second.
“Silver.”
>”Someone might see us.”
>You take a deep breath.
>Her point is undeniable – you’ve been worrying about it all day, and the decision you’d finally come to is… you’ll deal with it when it happens.
>If someone sees you, if someone says something, you’ll address the issue then.
>You reach for Silver again, but she brushes aside your hand.
>”If… if someone sees us, like *that*, I might never be able to you again.”end for tonightKind of wrote myself into a corner on this bit. We all know how the night ends. Suggestions on how to get there?I'm assuming they stay away from the karaoke, thought hey might hear some of it as they wander past. It's just too visible for Soarin and Silver to do that.
Rock climbing is an obvious no, since DT and Silver are wearing skirts, plus they'd probably end up killing themselves.
They'll spend some time with the arcade machines, but aside from that, I got no clue how to make this happen or how Soarin should act at this point. He's trying to do the right thing by society and for Silver Spoon, but those are rather conflicted. Even Silver's own needs are pretty conflicted. She wants him to treat her as his girlfriend, but she doesn't want anyone to see.
So, yeah, suggestions please.
>>27127619
I would make a suggestion but I have no clue what an Entertainment Industrial Complex is or would have. Is there anything there that they can do that will give them some privacy? To atleast hand hold or something. Soarin needs to stop focusing on every little slip. It just makes both of them anxious. He's dated before, fall back on that experience sans all the fun touching.
>>27128823
>To atleast hand hold or something
Filthy degenerate.
>>27127619
>Her teeth dig into her lower lip.
>"This was a mistake," Silver says absently to herself. "I shouldn't have asked for this."
>Behind her, Diamond smiles.
>That bitch.
>She knew this would happen, that Silver would panic.
>That's why you're here, isn't it?
>You may have suggested this location, but she's the one that picked it, because she *knew*.
>"Di..." Silver moans, turning to face her friend. "Di... what do I do...? He's going to..."
>You are Silver Spoon and you are lost.
"... he's going to hate me..."
>Di is smiling.
>She looks confident.
>You need her help.
>She needs to tell you what to do.
>You don't know what to do.
>She needs to tell you.
"Di..."
>"I don't hate you," a voice whispers into your ear. *His* voice.
>You don't know how you forgot Soarin is here.
>"Don't ever think that, Silver."
>A pair of hands settle on your shoulders - his hands - gently pushing you forward.
>"We just need to find some place a little more private, and then..."
>And then?
>He doesn't finish the sentence, leaving it up to your imagination.
>In the space of a foot, your mind has travel the length and breadth of those possibilities.
>He could sit you down at an arcade game and promise to teach you how to play.
>He could put his hands around yours and tell you how to win, his hands controlling your every movement.
>He could pull you up onto the karaoke stage to sing a romantic duet.
>He could drop to one knee and propose.
>He could bend you over a pinball machine and make you his all over again.
>He could tell you how much he pities you.
>He could explain that he could never hate someone as pathetic as you.
>He could try to spare you the embarrassment of a public rejection.
>He could grow tired of your mistakes, storming out and leaving you - and Di - here all alone.
>He could tell you that you're too young for him. Or too stupid. Or too naive.
>He could tell you to leave him alone.
>He could...
"N-no!"
>You can't let him.
>>27132858
"Soarin, I - I promise -"
>You can do better.
>He just has to give you a chance.
"- I made a mistake, but -"
>It's just one mistake.
>Asking for this date was only one mistake, but out of how many?
"Soarin, I -"
>"Hush," he murmurs into your ear. "People are staring."
>You look around in a panic.
>He's right.
>Everyone is watching your - or listening.
>The woman over there by the counter, the employee helping her.
>The family on your right.
>Heads turn away from the karaoke stage to glare in your direction.
>The singer stares angrily - you're interrupting her performance.
"No... oh, no..."
>You recognize her.
>She recognizes you.
>Sweetie Belle knows who you are, she knows of your family.
>She could ruin you, take Soarin away from you.
>And you're giving her a reason to.
>You're ruining everything.
>Everyone is here to have a good time, and you're ruining it for them.
"Okay."
>Your voice is a bare whisper.
"I'll..."
>You stop resisting.
>You give in.
>>27133043
Silver really needs some strong anti anxiety medsand a good hard dicking
>>27133068
She'll get one of those things. Kind of. I can't promise it will be good, just hard and strong.
Not entirely sure we'll make it that far tonight or that things will fit once we get there, but I'll try toforce it in.
>>27133397
So will Soarin I hope
>>27133043
Spoony needs some therapy, holy shit.
qmud
>>27133043
>You are Diamond Tiara and you almost lose your professional cool when Silver panics.
>It’s one thing for them to think people are watching them, entirely another if she draws their attention.
>People walk towards you – and them – and for a minute you worry they’re going to recognize you. Maybe that someone will step in and say something.
>Silver doesn’t want to go with Soarin, and while that’s exactly what you had in mind, you don’t want someone else rescuing her.
>That’s your role.
>But the people keep moving, heading into the karaoke parlor.
>Someone’s singing, not as well as you could, of course, but they aren’t bad.
>It’s still karaoke, though, so you don’t understand why not a damn one of them even turns their head!
>No one cares that Soarin is dragging your friend away against her will!
>They’re all too caught up in… is that Sweetie Belle?
>Why would they pay attention to HER?
>Your pride stings, it burns, it aches to be set free.
>To scream and rant and show that girl her position.
>You’re NO ONE’S second fiddle.
>But here and now… you swallow it.
>Pretend you're just a sideshow, a minor act.
>Let the idiotic masses have their little song.
>You’re here for *her*, to remind her of her proper place in life.
>>27135507
>You chase after Soarin and Silver, leaving the spectacle behind.
“Hey –“
>”You come here pretty often, right?” Soarin interrupts. “Where’s the quietest place?”
“Usually the karaoke parlor.”
>You snarl in surprise.
>He caught you off guard; you hadn’t meant to answer.
>Soarin looks back, glaring – not at you, surprisingly, but the crowded parlor.
>”And the next?”
“Why?”
>”Because –“
>”Skating rink,” Silver answers quietly. “There are some… some tables at the far end. No one ever sits at them.”
>”Then that’s where we’re going.”
>You are Silver Spoon and you are numb.
>It’s the only way to keep yourself sane.
>Somehow, you find yourself seated near the skating rink, at your usual place – your usual escape.
>Di has dragged you here so often…
>You’re glad – happy for a reason to get out, to have fun, to be with your friend.
>But after a while, it grates on you.
>The crowds, the attention, the noise… Di relishes in the spotlight and you… *appreciate* being pulled in, but she can last for hours.
>Not you.
>It’s easy to slip away to your quiet place.
>Eventually, she stops paying attention to you.
>No one ever bothers you here, not even Di. It’s too far from the main attractions, nor does it have a good view of the rink – it’s blocked by a sign.
>When it’s time to leave, Di just texts you.
>You like to think she’s giving you your privacy – and you appreciate it.
>She’s never found this spot.
>So you’re not sure how you wound up here, Di sitting opposite you, Soarin looming overhead.
>He’s holding your purse.
>You don’t know why he’s holding your purse.
>He opens it up -
>Why?
> - and pulls out the book he gave you.
>Why?
>Is he… is he taking it back.
>No, he can’t.
>He can’t leave you.
“Please…”
>You reach for him.
>He holds out the book.
>No, that’s not what you wanted.
>You want *him*.
>>27135750
>You want him to hold you, to tell you everything will be okay, that he won’t ever leave you, no matter what your parents say.
>You want him to stay by your side.
>Soarin pushes the book into your hand.
>”Just wait here, Silver,” he says. “I’ll be right back.”
“But…”
>He leans down and… his eyes dart from side to side… and kisses your forehead.
>”I promise. I’ll be right back. Just going to get us something to eat.”
>Hesitantly, you take the book.
>Soarin promised.
>He wouldn’t lie to you.
>You hope he did.
>If he doesn’t come back…
>Life was always so easy. Di told you what to do and you did it.
>Now you don’t know what to do.
>”Silver…”
>Soarin cups your jaw with his hand, gently raising your head until you are face-to-face with him.
>”I promise.”
>He tilts his head to the left – you don’t know what he’s doing.
>Your body does, though, and your head tilts to the right.
>You don’t know what you want, but you know you want this, body and mind, heart and soul.
>When his lips part with yours, you know you wish they hadn’t.
>”Well, *that* was –“
>”Diamond,” Soarin barks, “come with me.”
>”Why? Can’t you –“
>”Just do it.”
>You are Soarin and you are not leaving Silver alone with that girl.
“Like you said, they won’t card me if you’re with me.”
>It’s not just an excuse – a little something to calm your nerves would be welcome.
>>27136177
get drunk, rape the shit out of her?
>>27135887
I know this is about Soarin and SS but I legit can't see any good ending happening for DT and it makes me sad.
>>27136298You'll start to see it soon. Not tonight, but I'll do a little more green before I die for the night. Should to it tomorrow.
>>27135887
>Diamond sneers at you, but stands.
>”Fine,” she hisses, her mouth twisting into a dark grin.
>The man behind the counter frowns when he sees you approaching.
>No, not you – his eyes focus about two feet to your left, right on Diamond Tiara.
>”You again,” he sighs to your surprise.
>”Yes, *me* again.”
>”Your father still doesn’t sign my paychecks.”
>”No, but he can still get you fired.”
>Diamond smiles innocently at the man, who simply sighs again.
>His eyes shift to you.
>They’re blank and dead, yet burn with anger.
>”What do you want?”
“Um… I’ll take a beer and –“
>”No, I mean what did she promise you?”
“She didn’t promise me anything.”
>He pauses. Glares.
>”What kind of beer?”
“Whatever is cheapest.”
>”And I’m guessing I don’t need to see an ID.”
>”No, but… well, I mean, if you *want* to…”
>”You mean if I want to get fired, don’t you.”
>”Duh.”
>He sighs again and pulls a bottle from the cooler behind him.
>”And you want…?”
>”Oh, I can’t drink,” Di giggles. “I’m underage! But I think *he* also wants…”
>You are Silver Spoon and you are alone with your book.
>*His* book.
>You’re still lost, but right now… you think that’s a good thing.
>Trying to figure out what’s going on keeps your mind occupied.end for tonight
>>27135750
>she can last for hours
>>27138009
Glad I'm not the only one.
>>27136264
Nahh, the plan is for Silver to murder DT and then both Silver and Soarin to flee to a Latin American country - one with warm suns, white sand beaches, and lax extradition treaties
>>27138066
This solution showed up in a lot of the earlier threads I think
>>27138080
I thought Soarin was supposed to kill Tiara. Am I wrong?
>>27138707
I think we've had Silver kills Tiara, Soarin kills Tiara, and they both kill Tiara. I'm also going to add (for the sake of completeness) Soarin and Silver both leave Tiara to die, and it's ambiguous as to whether she's actually dead or simply faking her death to escape from her crimes.
>>27138737
And then they flee to a remote Latin American country with warm sun, white beaches and loose extradition treaties
>>27138737
Does anyone really think I would kill or torture Diamond Tiara?It's like some of you haven't read any of my other greens.If Silver did it, she would be tried as a minor, has a history of mental and sexual abuse at DT's hands, demonstrates a poor reaction to stress, tends to lose control of herself when under extreme anxiety, and comes from a wealthier family than the other girl.
Probably wouldn't even go to trial if Silver kills Diamond.
Didn't set that up intentionally, but it could be interesting.
>>27137106
Pastebin?
>>27139576
Do You Even Read The Thread?
>>27139576
It's in the OP you fuck.
>>27140046
How is Silver and Soarin spending the rest of their lives in a tropical paradise with nothing to do but read, drink rum and have fantastically kinky sex - not a happy ending?
>>27137106
Weep for this man anons. Atleast Soarin is getting some action from his manipulation by a smug loli.
>>27140175
He probably got something out of it too. Like getting to keep his job.
>>27139594
Ouch that one hurt... I usually just skip down to the stories my bad...
>>27139594
Also there are many stories in that pastebin
>>27140849
>>27140855
Go spend some good boy points on some tendies
>>27140855
This one is Soarin's Silver Lining.
>>27140074
I think Silver will be tired of kinky sex by the end of this.
bumpo
Not going to let a day go without green. I'll have something up in a bit.
>>27137106
>It keeps you sane.
>It keeps you focused.
>It keeps you from noticing the others approach until Soarin sets a milkshake down in front of you.
>You notice it first, then his hand, then his worried smile.
>”Here. I though you needed something.”
>You smile – and then you see the beer in his other hand.
>No, it wasn’t supposed to be like this.
>You want him to remember everything about tonight.
>He has to.
>It’s the only way he’ll realize what he means to you.
>You must have made a face, because he looks at the bottle and chuckles nervously.
>”Yeah, I needed something too.”
“Oh.”
>”But just the one,” Soarin adds, sitting down beside you. “Just a little something to… you know…”
>He laughs again and gestures towards your milkshake.
>”I… um… I didn’t get you anything alcoholic, though. I just…”
>You wish he had.
>Something to help you forget tonight, to forget what a fool you’ve made of yourself.
>”… it just didn’t feel right.”
>He shrugs helplessly.
>”I mean, you’re…”
>He can’t find the words, but you know what he means.
>You are too young.
>Too young to drink – and too young for him.
>”Didn’t stop you from getting me something,” Di giggles, flouncing up on your other side with a large glass.
>Despite what it looks like, you know it’s not a slushy.
>”That’s different,” Soarin fires back, “but…”
>He tries to smile.
>Doesn’t quite succeed, but he tries and that means something.
>>27145354
>”… I can get you something, I guess, if you want it, Silver. If it would…”
>He hesitates.
>You want him to get you something.
>Just one drink. Two at the most.
>It won’t take much.
>Three would have you unable to walk.
>”Should I?”
>He can’t.
>You shake your head.
>”Are you sure?”
“I… am.”
>You can’t.
>He has to know that what you do tonight, you do because you love him. *Not* because you were drunk.
>Still…
>Soarin looks down at the beer in his hand and chuckles.
>”I guess we have our own ways of coping.”
>He inclines the bottle, tilting it towards the book.
>Oh.
>You’re still holding it.
>That’s rude.
“Sorry…”
>You open your purse to put it away, but he grabs your hand.
>”No, it’s okay. You can read it.”
>You can’t. You know you can’t – not on a date – but you glance over towards Di, hoping…
>Hoping she would tell you what to do, not that she would be too busy with her drink to so much as look your direction.
>”Really,” Soarin insists. “I don’t mind.”
>You want to read.
>You want to drink.
>And you know that you can’t do either one.
>You shake your head.
“Tonight is about being with you. Let me… let me be with you.”end for tonight
>>27113385
>You turn on your mouthpiece so your voice echoes through the sound system.
"Gentlemen, please, here at No Quarter Given we like to keep the fighting virtual."
>Anyone who hadn't turned to see the scuffle was now.
>Most importantly the competitors.
>Braeburn looks up at your voice and Big Mac catches him with a solid punch across the face, sending him crashing back into a cabinet.
>Applejack and Apple Bloom immediately rush down from the stage.
>Braeburn pushes himself upright and shakes his head, staggering a bit.
>He suddenly charges Big Mac, fists swinging.
>You begin walking down from the stage and through the crowd.
>Big Mac blocks the first punch but the second and third connect clean.
>Applejack forces her way through the crowd and grabs Braeburn's wrist, then slips her arms below his and pulls him away from Big Mac.
>Apple Bloom forces herself between the two.
>Big Mac's nose is bleeding like a faucet.
>You make your way to the front of the crowd.
"Gentlemen, what I said about fighting wasn't a suggestion. I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
>You glance at Applejack.
"Will you two be able to see them home?"
>She nods and releases Braeburn's limbs.
>He shoots Big Mac a dirty look before storming out the door.
"But Sis, we still gotta play our match."
"Hush Apple Bloom."
>Apple Bloom frowns.
"But we were gonna win..."
>She takes Big Mac's hand and heads for the door.
>You turn off your mouthpiece and step closer to Applejack, speaking softly.
"Sorry this happened, AJ. Thanks for stepping in like that, I don't know what me and Sunset could have done to break them up."
"No problem sugarcube. You can't grow up around those two without learning how to lick 'em in a tussle."
>You nod.
"I'm going to have to tell Boss about this and that probably means they'll be banned from the arcade for a few months. I'll let you know when I find out, and you can tell them when things have cooled off between them."
>Applejack frowns and nods before turning to go.
>>27145902
I forgot to put my name in but this is indeed a Ponybones post.
>>27145915
Well, at least you updated, and that's what really maters.Now I just wish that mediocre was not kill.
>>27145902
"Sorry this happened, AJ. Thanks for stepping in like that,..."
This feels a little wrong to me. Why would Anon say this when he purposely denied AJ the few mins she needed to prevent the fight to begin with.
>>27147535
Because he's a cuntasaurus reks?
>>27145443
>Soarin stares into his bottle.
>You've heard a saying before, about alcoholics searching the bottom of their bottle for their answers.
>Academically, you understood what the saying meant, but you never really *got* it.
>You lacked a proper frame of reference.
>Not until you see the way Soarin is staring at his bottle.
>He's no alcoholic - you assume... and hope - but something about it clicks with you.
>It is a crutch for him, just as much as your book is for you.
>A thought strikes you out of the blue.
>It's time for put aside your crutches and try to walk on your own.
>You may fall, you might make mistakes, but... maybe you need to. Soarin isn't perfect either.
>He ordered breakfast for your last date and you liked it.
>You are both flawed.
>Soarin is still holding on to your hand, so you take your book with the other and put it away.
>He looks up, his eyes meeting yours. His lips twitch, then curve into a gentle smile.
>"Yeah. That sounds nice."
>He takes another look at the bottle - a glance free of desire or longing - and sets it aside.
>"Here, Diamond."
>>27149319
>Your eyes flicker towards your friend, nervously searching for her approval.
>Di is smiling.
>You must be doing something right.
>You are Diamond Tiara and you are glad things are finally starting to go RIGHT.
>The book had you worried - that's always Silver's little refuge. When things get to be too much for her, she grabs something to read and hides.
>You were starting to worry she'd get through tonight without turning it into a disaster. A failure, sure, that's a given, but you need a *disaster*.
>Silver needs to remember that she can't do anything without you.
>So. Yeah. You were worried, but she just put the book away.
>You didn't have to tell her. You didn't *want* to, because you want this to be All. Her. Fault.
>She made a decision without you and it's going to come back to bite her in the ass.
>Plus...
>You look at the beer Soarin pushes your direction.
>... free beer.
>Of course, all your drinks are free when someone else pays for them.
"Eww. Beer."
>You stick out your tongue and gag.
>Soarin doesn't react. Fucker.
>Whatever.
>You'll drink it later.
>After a couple daiquiris, beer doesn't taste so bad.
>>27149640
>You don't bother listening to them as they chat.
>In fact, it'd probably be better if you had as little involvement as possible.
>Silver asked for this date; you'll let her fuck it up all on her own.
>By the end of tonight, she'll be crawling back to you on her hands and knees, begging you to hold and comfort her.
>You'll wash away her tears and runny makeup, brush her hair... hold her tight and make everything all right again.
>You can be forgiving, particularly for her.
>Soarin, though...
>Once Silver is over this little infatuation of hers, you'll fucking BREAK him!
>You giggle, drawing odd looks from the other two.
>"Was it really that funny?" Silver asks hopefully.
>You don't know, you weren't paying attention, but Soarin nods.
"I guess."
>You take another sip from your... FUCK. It's empty!
"I'm going to go get another daiquiri. Soarin -"
>"Here," he grunts pulling a few bills out of his wallet and shoving them your direction. "Just get it yourself."
"I can't. I don't drink, remember?"
>You giggle at your own cleverness.
"So -"
>"Just tell him it's for me, then."
"Oh."
>You hadn't thought of that.
"That works. I *guess.*"
>>27149669slut? nah, she's still a virgin. I may not have brought that up, but I meant to by now. it'srelevant.I'll just work it in (again?) soon.
>>27149699
>You snatch the bills out of Soarin's hand.
"I'll be right... um..."
>They aren't paying attention to you.
"Well fuck you, too."
>Silver flinches.
>Soarin answers with one raised finger.
>Whatever. They'll learn soon enough.
>Silver isn't going to spend tonight naked in *his* arms.
>>27149741
i can not wait
>>27148550
>>27148550
Yeah but why didn't aj call him out on it.
>>27147535
>>27148550
>>27149939
This is actually a good point and one that I doubt I can properly address within the frame of the story.
Basically, Applejack is obviously thinking these things herself, but is more concerned with getting her brother and cousin away from everyone/figuring out what got them started/helping them sort it out/making sure big mac doesn't bleed everywhere to verbally or properly kick Anon's ass. Applejack cares more about the wellbeing of her family members than making sure Anon is taught a lesson, and that's true to her character.
I wanted to get her viewpoint across but I couldn't really figure out a way to do it from Anon's perspective in any way that wouldn't lead to more immediate conflict, which is what AJ is wanting to avoid for the sake of the boys. A second confrontation later between power trip Anon and Applejack could elaborate on this situation, but I don't plan on having that happen before AnonYou were expecting an actual spoiler, but it was me, Dio!so I don't think I'll have an avenue to actually cram it into the story.
This is all kind of a byproduct of me both having a sudden idea for an alternate storyline at this point and realizing that my previous idea for what should happen wouldn't actually make sense. I'd always planned for the cousins to get into a fight, but I was originally going to have the Apples end up reaching the finals in an attempt to get back at The Fallen for driving the wedge between their family members. It would be a very "ultimate teamwork, sisters working together" vs "the team that specializes in driving partners apart" but the problem is if Big Mac and Braeburn actually came to blows, AJ wouldn't care about the tournament for two seconds. I just kind of wrote myself into a corner when it came to actually getting that point across within the story. Also I hit the character limit and was tired.
I appreciate getting called out on it because that's the only way I can improve.
>>27150067
Damn, I was hoping AJ was one of those rough and tough girls that secretly liked getting bossed around.
>>27150067
Damn it, fuck that spoiler you silly cunt hahahaha
>>27150105
Spinoff green when?
>>27145902
>You watch Applejack go and turn around, quickly jogging up onto the stage.
>You turn your mouthpiece back on and address the crowd.
"Sorry about that unpleasantness, folks. I'm sure we can all relate to the heated rush of competition. Unfortunately, with the Apple Sisters unable to continue playing, that means that the Electric Fight Orchestra is the winner of the Clubs Division!"
>Some members of the crowd clap, but the announcement is mostly met with silence and a few people loudly booing.
>Octavia turns her nose up at the crowd reaction and walks down from the stage.
>Vinyl lifts her headphones onto her ears and grins, strutting behind her.
"Now, we're down to only four teams. We know which pair proved to be the strongest in each suit but now it's time to pair them off. Red Division, Black Division. Hearts against Diamonds, Clubs against Spades."
>Lemon Zest works quickly on her laptop, the image on the Spectacle Screen shifting from the idle video game feed to a roulette wheel.
"There will be only one team from each moving on to the finals. The first division to be decided will be..."
>The crowd watches in anticipation as the roulette wheel spins, Lemon Zest's now familiar drumroll accompanied with the clicking and clacking of a tiny white ball.
>The ball spins around the wheel before settling onto a square.
"...Red!"
>Lemon Zest immediately throws on a familiar track: https://youtu.be/v6F9xEbXF1s
>The crowd parts as Rarity and Coco head towards the stage.
"Making their way to the stage first, Champions of the Diamond Division... Beauty and The Beast!"
>Rarity ascends the stage and turns, making a sweeping bow before strutting off to join Coco at the controls.
"And their opponents..."
>Lemon switches tracks: https://youtu.be/YQZdyGXzoVM
"Champions of the Hearts Division... The Fallen!"
>The lights overhead suddenly flicker and dim.
>The Fallen suddenly appear near the front of the crowd as the lights come back up.
>>27151066
Goddammit.
Nightmare Belle.
>>27152758
U-Unf
DT is definitely in for a surprise when it actually goes well
>>27154496
or when it goes horribly, horribly wrong in ways she did not expect
>>27149741
>You take the money and leave.
>You'll take his pride later.
>The man behind the counter greets you with a scowl.
>That's not very nice.
>Maybe you should get him fired after all.
>"Let me guess," he sighs, "you want another?"
"It's not for me."
>"Yeah, uh-huh."
>He starts preparing your second daiquiri with an insulting lack of enthusiasm. He should be honored to serve you!
>"So," he mutters as he mixes the... uh... stuff, "what did he do to piss you off?"
"Huh?"
>You giggle, thinking happy thoughts of revenge.
"What makes you think *that*?"
>"It's what you bring people here: to break them."
"As if I would *ever*!"
>You giggle again.
>He's right.
>You should have daddy get him fired.
>"Every time you come in, it's with a group of friends... but they aren't really your friends, are they?"
"Of course they are."
>They aren't. You only need Silver.
>"Yeah, no. They aren't. I've seen you do it to all of them. The only one you haven't singled out for humiliation is the girl that's with you tonight."
>>27157373
Ideas/suggestions for who it is?
Discord, maybe?
>>27157407
Iron Will
>>27157407
Caramel, he seems like someone to work at a depressing dead end job.
>>27157862
This could work
>>27157350
>He sighs again - ugh, what is with him and his sorry attitude!?
>"Every time you're here, it's with a group. Every time you leave, one leaves alone and crying.
>"This is the smallest group I've seen you in here with, and since it can't be *her*, it's obviously him."
>That's it.
>You're getting him fired.
>He's got his back to you so you can't see his name badge, but he'll HAVE to turn around to give you your drink.
>If you just tell daddy it was the sad fuck guy, he'd have to get half the employees here dismissed.
>Huh.
>That's not a bad idea.
>They're all assholes.
>"So," he grunts, "what did he do?"
"Just give me my drink."
>"Don't you mean *his* drink?"
"Well, DUH. Just give me his drink!"
>"Nah."
>He leaves the daiquiri on the ledge behind him and turns to face you.
>Ha! You can see his name badge!
>It says... um...
>Caramel?
>Did he write that himself?
>His handwriting sucks.
"If you don't give me -"
>"I'm just curious."
>The man shrugs and leans on the counter, his arms crossed.
"I'll -"
>"What? You think my life can get any worse?"
>He laughs and it PISSES YOU OFF.
>"Tell you what, indulge me and I'll help you."
"He's already paying for my drinks, you asshole."
>You slap Soarin's money onto the counter.
"See!?"
>"Not what I meant, girl. I said I'd *help* you."
>Oooooh.
>As if you NEED help!
"Why?"
>He shrugs.
>"It's just a whim. Not like I have anything to live for."
>>27158028
>He shrugs again.
>"Or maybe I just lost another girlfriend and I'm feeling spiteful. Take your pick. Both, probably. So, do you want your drink or not?"
>You are Soarin and you are enjoying yourself.
>Free of Diamond, Silver opens up again, slowly but surely. Just like she had back at the diner.
>You're still holding her hand, your beer sits untouched to the side.
>You could have asked Diamond to bring you something else, but you doubt she would have.
>Instead, Silver is sharing her milkshake with you. As soon as your eyes drifted over to the bottle, she had pushed her drink towards you.
>"Want some?" she asked with a faint blush. "I'm sorry, there's only one straw, but..."
"I'm the one that only brought one."
>She had giggled, you had laughed, and you begun passing the milkshake back and forth.
>It's nearly empty now.
Bump for Silver Spoon's Spectalular Suprise Sodomy Celebration.
anything you guys want from resident draw fag?
>>27160050
>>27160152
>Implying I'm actually scruffy
>>27160179
>implying you're not
>>27160017
I wish to see Scootaloo in her oversized shirt.
>>27162721
sure can do do
>>27163498
aww, no silver spoon? sad day.
>>27161471
>implying I'm implying I'm not
>>27149319
>>>27145443
>>It's time for put aside your crutches and try to walk on your own.
>>You may fall, you might make mistakes, but... maybe you need to. Soarin isn't perfect either.
Oh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-
>>27163663
Some day, Anon.
>>27165558
what about that is bad?
i'm about 80% done with scootaloo desided to make two versions then i'll work on the silver spoon the one anon >>27163663 over here wanted
>>27167518
Nothing, in fact it's great. Just unexpected is all, you can? It's like, IT'S HAPPENING MOTHER FUCKERS AWWW SHIIIIIEEEETTTT!
>>27163663
here ya go friend
>>27170130
DA SIVLAR HOSE DE BESS
>>27169939
At first I thought she wasn't wearing panties.
>ACCURATE AS FUCK
Then I realized she was.
>INACCURATE AS FUCK
Then I saw the jungle.
>ACCEPTABLE COMPROMISE
Good job, drawfag.
>>27171579
thank you ^w^ i hope our write friends come back soon
>>27151066
>The Fallen slowly ascend the steps onto the stage and take their controls.
>The teams choose their characters.
>Asuri and Teros in black.
>Gnash and Sir Roland in grey.
>The match begins.
>Bloody Mess goes straight for K.O. Pummel.
>Shadow Slash moves to isolate Rarity.
>K.O. holds her own, dodging and counterattacking Bloody Mess while Rarity dodges and eludes most of Shadow's offense.
>Shadow does catch up with Rarity, but K.O. breaks away from Bloody to send her flying with a sudden hammer strike.
>Rarity prevents Bloody's follow up on K.O. who then turns to send him flying off.
>The Fallen are down one stock apiece.
>They return and attempt to put their focus onto Coco, but Rarity flits around the periphery of the fight, throwing items and weaving in to disrupt and distract the pair.
>K.O. lands a few solid power attacks on both of The Fallen before finally getting sent offscreen.
>Rarity dodges as best she can but is also quickly disposed of.
>K.O. respawns and immediately takes out Shadow Slash's Asuri.
>Beauty and The Beast isolate Bloody Mess and start racking up damage on him before Asuri respawns, grabs a weapon and peels Rarity out of the fight.
>She stays focused on Rarity, comboing her off the stage and furiously spiking her downwards, but Rarity refuses to go down easily.
>Bloody Mess is sent flying offstage for the second time by K.O. Pummel
>The crowd goes wild.
>Shadow Slash finally catches Rarity with a solid ground pound attack, sending her flying downwards.
>As she returns to the platform she's struck with a flying hammer slam by K.O.'s Gnash and careens offstage after Rarity.
>Shadow Slash has been eliminated.
>Bloody Mess respawns and Rarity follows.
>There's not much Bloody Mess can do in the 2v1 situation.
>He falls quickly.
>The crowd goes ballistic.
>Rarity and Coco take round 1.
>>27173180
Big sis needs to teach little sis a lesson she never forgets.
A proper lady is NEVER an asshole.
>>27173849
But she should let certain suitors have access to her asshole
>>27173180
Here we go.
>>27174680
that goes without saying
>>27169939
We have art now?
>>27176783
we need Rarity as Jareth next.
>>27177417
Yes!
>>27177417
Followed by Silver and Soarin in the parking lot
>>27177417
I will attempt this
>>27177457
Don't forget DT was there too, with her hand down SS's panties.
>>27178839
Mustn't forget that
Anyone heard word from mediocre yet?
>>27179395
He updated the bin, so he is still around.
>>27179395
Sorry about the silence, but I am alive. I just got wrapped up in school work and getting myself a new girlfriend, so I got really busy and I did not have time to really write something up. But I am alive, and I intend to come back and write more, and I am extremely happy about the fact that a story I made actually acquired art.
>>27180093
Well, good news all around. Looking forward to it.
>>27180093
welcome friend
>>27180093
>new girlfriend
Why would you do this to your waifu? Don't you love her?
>>27181457
I am sure Scootaloo is fine with it.
>>27181574
Well, yeah. She's used to being treated like shit. This isn't anything new.
>that awkward moment when I realize I only write Soarin/Silver at work
>that REALLY awkward moment when I realize I'm going to be writing a painful anal sex scene in the break room
WHELP, I HOPE NO ONE TRIES TO LOOK AT THE SCREEN!
>>27182203
Wonder if she will be this way in the new story too.
>>27183261
Why not? It's canon.
>>27092778
>Applebloom groans alongside you in a ball.
>Feeling low as you are, you groan as well.
>The groaning begins to harmonize.
>Before long, both of you resemble the cadences of frogs in the night.
>”Okay, that's enough of that.”
>You slip out of your daze long enough to see Cheerilee and Big Mac fixing their clothing as they burst from the closet.
>Mac opens the door and lets his love companion out first before slamming it behind him.
>Guess you killed the mood.
>You begin to smirk.
>Then you give a slight chuckle.
>Soon after, you rub your eyes and hold your head in your hands.
>A pair of hands comes towards you, and move your own from your head.
>Hold on.
>These hands are not pale like snow, nor are they free of bruises and scrapes..
>And unless you are mistaken, Applejack is still sulking internally over Percy.
>By process of elimination, this is definitely Scootaloo.
>”Anon...”
“Scootaloo.”
>”I, uh, I'm sorry that I made a mess of things.”
>Looking behind you, you see Scootaloo with a genuine repentant look.
>”Y-you're not mad at me, are you?”
>Giving a heavy sigh, you shake your head and stare at the ceiling.
“No, I'm not mad at you. It's not your fault.”
>”It's Rarity's?”
“No, Sweetie, Trixie. It's Trixie's fault now. Not everything can be Rarity's fault.”
>Scootaloo grabs your hands and pulls them into a hug from behind you.
>This position is very awkward.
>”I know you're just trying to say that to spare my feelings. But I keep making things harder on you.”
>Soon, a pair of white arms joins the awkwardly oriented hug.
>”No, it's my fault. I told Anon to do it.”
>You sort of expect another pair of hands to join up with the current collection, but Applebloom just lies there.
>Not that it really is a great loss, because this is only getting more uncomfortable by the minute with this angle.
>>27183260
Don't break the spoon.
>>27183260
Looking forward to the graphic detail
>>27158094
>You push it back towards Silver.
"Here, have the last bit."
>She shakes her head.
>"No, you can have it."
"I can always get us another."
>Silver smiles, a faint blush spreading on her cheeks.
"And this time I won't forget the extra straw."
>"One sufficed."
>A heartbeat later, the crimson glow brightens and she looks away.
>Blindly, Silver reaches for the milkshake - you nudge it into her hand without even a single chuckle.
>You're proud of yourself for not laughing. It would have hurt her feelings, but she just looked so adorable.
>Maybe you do love her.
>Or, at least maybe you could.
>She's not a bad girl, just easily influenced.
"Want me to get another?"
>Silver nods - then hesitates, freezing in mid-gesture with her head staring at the floor.
>"Yes," she murmurs, pulling the straw from her mouth, "but not yet."
>She smiles as you squeeze her hand.
"Was there something else you wanted?"
>"No."
>Her smile widens.
>"I'm happy just like this."
"So am I."
>There's no one else around, no one to judge you - or her.
>Just the pair of you, sharing your happiness.
>Long moments pass in blissful silence, broken only by the overhead speakers.
>You don't hear what the announcer says; it isn't important and doesn't last long.
>The music that starts up a few seconds later lasts longer, but it fits the mood. Slow and romantic.
>You can accept this.
>The voices that come later, though...
>>27184293
>>27186018
>single posts
You're killing me writefags.
>>27186018
>They start small and weak, but don't go away, growing in volume until you turn to see the cause.
>Silver can't see the crowd flooding in through the entrance - the sign that blocks these tables from the rink is also between her and them - but she can feel you tense up.
>"What?" Silver hisses in a hushed whisper. "What is it?"
"People."
>Silver's eyes open wide.
>You are Silver Spoon and you are afraid.
>The sounds of others grow loud and wild, almost drowning out the music.
>What was once a calm melody is now just the backdrop to the roar of the crowd.
>Why?
>Why are they here?
>Why isn't Di here to tell you what to do?
>With every shout, every distinct word, every joyous cry, you want to tear your hand from Soarin's.
>If you're found like this...
>You don't know what will happen to him, but you know - you know with all your heart - that you will never see him again.
>You are Soarin and you are looking around, trying to find some clue as to what the hell is going on.
>Silver has shut her eyes. Her breathing is too regular - deliberately slow and rhythmic.
>She's on the verge of panicking again.
>There's an unexpected thump on your table and Silver lets out a short scream.
>It was definitely her and not you.
>"Hey, guys," Diamond slurs, slumping down in her chair. "Lucky, huh?"
"What is?"
>She's smiling too much.
>Whatever this is, she's behind it... or she's just that kind of drunk.
>The girl's face is flushed, almost beat red.
>"Oh, you know," Diamond giggles, waving an empty hand in the air. "This. The skating contest."
>>27186763One of many downsides of writing from work.
>>27186820
"What skating... oh. That."
>You can't make out exactly what is being said, but someone is announcing something.
>"Yeah," the girl giggles. "*That*. You better hurry if you want - if you want to get skates!"
>She leans forward, resting heavily on the table.
>"I think they might run out!"
"Um..."
>"I mean... like... who would have thought there were so many couples here tonight?"
>Silver shudders.
>"It's not Friday," she whispers. "It's not Friday. Why is this happening today?"
>"I don't know," Diamond snaps back with an exaggerated shrug. "But lucky, isn't it? Don't you want to go skating together and prove how much better you are than everyone else?"
>>27186858
>Silver starts to shake her head, but stops.
>One eye opens a hair's breadth, staring at you questioningly.
>You are Silver Spoon and you don't know.
>No, you know, but...
>You don't know what *he* wants to do.
>If he thinks it would be okay, then... well... Di does.
>You don't want to, but you don't want to disappoint them.
>Not both of them.
>If Soarin says he -
>He shakes his head and you let out a breath you didn't know you had been holding.
>"Want to try some of the arcade games, Silver?" Soarin asks, squeezing your hand once more before... no... please...
>He lets go of your hand and pushes back his chair.
>"Yeah, let's check out some of the games. It's been a while, so you'll probably kick my ass."
>Soarin stands up - you follow quickly, nearly tipping over your own chair.
>You can't let him leave you behind.
>You are Diamond Tiara and you are a bitch.
>You're okay with that.
>>27186893
I want to rip Diamond a new penis
>>27187777
The quads are compelling, but the how eludes me. We'll just have to settle for breaking Diamond Tiara and stealing Silver Spoon away.
>>27187777
>>27188094
The first thing that came to my mind was a clitoris bordering micropenis.
>>27189003
He tears out that nerve cluster and does plastic surgery on her? harsh
bummp
Shove
>>27186893
>After all, they *deserve* it.
>You smile as they stand and leave - there was never any chance they would actually join in on the skating.
>It there *was*, you never would have let this happen.
>You don't want to lose Silver, just -
>Shit.
>You jump up to follow the two - and - FUCK - nearly leave the fourth daiquiri of the night behind.
>Normally, you can only handle three... two?... three of these in a night.
>You get two steps before remembering Soarin's beer.
>Meh, you could just... well... drink it?
>Oh.
>You giggle.
>No, it still tastes like piss.
>Whatever.
>You'll drink it later.
>You still have your daiquiri to finish - and they're getting away!
>Soar n' Sil are all the way over THERE.
>Beer in one hand, daiquiri in the other, you follow as quickly as you can.
>>27191840
So DT is going to be the next Sweetie?
>>27193376
Inb4 she hooks up with Blossomforth
>>27191840
well geez silver how come you have two drink ?
>>27193844
Silver has no drinks.
>>27194327
oh goodness I meant diamond
>>27193376
And piss herself?
>>27191840
>You are Soarin and you hesitate.
>There are people everywhere.
>You had thought - hoped - that most people would be at the rink now.
>No such luck.
>The karaoke parlor is slowly emptying, but one glance at Silver rules that out.
>You can't ask her to go up on stage.
>No, that's not an option, but the arcade -
>Silver's hand brushes against yours. Not reaching, not grabbing, just the barest touch.
>"This way," she murmurs, walking past you. "I know a place."
>You are Diamond Tiara and you are pleased.
>Sil is taking him right where you thought she would.
>Past the popular video games, past the skeeball and wack-a-mole and all that shit.
>"I know it's..." Silver mumbles, just loud enough you can hear her. "It's..."
>She hesitates, looking back at Soarin with a worried expression.
>"What?"
>"It's... *older*... but..."
>You are Soarin and you are older, too.
"That... that doesn't mean anything."
>>27195612
>You are Soarin and you are older, too
>>27198255
>>27195612
>The way Silver smiles back almost convinces you that it's true.
>You are Silver Spoon and you hate yourself for what you just said.
>Older... you *knew* you shouldn't have said it, but the word came out on its own. He doesn't seem to have taken it the wrong way, but you still regret it.
>You don't want him thinking you only like things because... because... because they're *older*.
>You don't want him to think you only like *him* because he's older. You don't, not for *that* reason.
>"Being new doesn't make a game better," Soarin continues, smiling back. "I mean..."
>He shrugs.
>You shrug.
>He chuckles.
>You giggle.
"Okay."
>He knows just how to make you feel better.
"It's right over here."
>That's why you love him.
>>27200743
>That's why you love him.
Ah, but will you still love him when you can't sit down because of what he did to your ass?
>>27202259
>implying she's not going to blame herself
>>27202698
I'm so looking forward to this
>>27200743
>You are Diamond Tiara and you are pissed.
>Well, maybe not pissed, but definitely annoyed.
>They aren't here.
>There's no one playing... um... whatever. That game. Honestly, you don't even know the name of it.
>Shit, maybe that's why.
>Caramel said he'd point some people this way, but OF COURSE he's too stupid to know what game you were talking about.
>It's some idiotic fighting game. Not even a new one. That's what you told him, so he SHOULD have known which one you were talking about.
>"So... um..." Silver mumbles, walking up to the machine. "It's this one."
>Ugh.
>"Oh, cool. I remember this one," Soarin responds as he fumbles around in his pocket for his peasant change or whatever. "Pretty good at it?"
>No.
>You don't answer, though, just take a seat at a nearby table and wait.
>Even if that asshole doesn't come through, Sil'll fuck this up somehow.
>She sucks at this game.
>Maybe if you *felt* like playing this shit, you would show her how it's done, but it's not your thing.
>Too old.
>"I'm... uh... no, not really."
>"Oh."
>You giggle.
>She's doing it already.
>"I mean, against the AI I'm okay, but if it's another player..."
>She shrugs helplessly, because she *is* helpless without you.
>You are Soarin and you have seen this before.
"It's okay, Silver. I bet you're better than you think."
>"No, really," she insists. "When it comes to other people..."
>You chuckle and pop in some quarters.
"Let's give it a shot, okay? But go easy on me."
>"I... I think that's my line," Silver giggles, reaching for her joystick.
"We'll see, but I'm pretty rusty at this kind of thing."
>>27203378
>>You are Diamond Tiara and you are pissed.
Well you've had 4 daiquiris, and you're the size of Winona Ryder DT, I'd be pretty drunk if I were you too
>>27203378
>You aren't even halfway through the first match before your suspicions are confirmed.
>Silver spends almost as much time looking at you as she does the screen. She could have defeated you several times, only to back off unexpectedly.
>"See?" she asks after another aborted combo. "I'm not that good."
"No, you're doing fine."
>You're struggling to keep up, really.
>She does it again - looking over at you and backing off immediately.
"Stop that, Silver."
>"S-sorry," she whines. "I'm just..."
"You could beat me and you know it. You don't have to go *this* easy on me."
>"I'm not."
"No, you're just too worried about me to play properly, but it's not just *me*, is it?"
>You've seen the exact same thing in new Wonderbolt recruits - they get too distracted by the crowds to actually pay attention to the game.
>>27203416Damn, that wasn't intentional. Wish it had been, though, because that's pretty accurate.
>>27204065
>Silver misses another obvious opening as a few people walk past.
>"I'm... I'm *not* good," Silver insists.
>You are Silver Spoon and you are on edge.
>Di is always telling you that you shouldn't waste time on a game like this.
>Despite that, you play from time to time, when no one else is on the machine. You don't want to take up a game when someone else - someone who could actually get good at it - could have it.
>"Just relax, Silver. Try not to let yourself be distracted."
>You wish he wouldn't be so patronizing.
>He's hanging back, trying to let you think you're doing okay.
>It's... nice... that he would do something like this for you, but he shouldn't.
>You know you're no good at this game.
>He knows it too.
>Why can't he just be honest with you?
>Another group of people walk past - and Soarin's character jumps away from yours.
>He could easily have won right then.
>Just do it.
>He should just do it.
>"Yeah, and I -"
>You look away from the screen, but it's just some boy talking on his phone as he walks by.
>When you look back, Soarin's character is at the far edge of the screen from yours.
>He should just do it. Get it over with.
>"Silver," Soarin sighs - and you flinch. He's getting annoyed and it's your fault. "Look, you're actually better at this game than I am."
"I'm *not*."
>"You *are*."
>He's better than you. He should just do it.
>You purposefully leave an opening that he purposefully doesn't take.
>"Silver..."
>If he's not going to do it, you will.
>"... please..."
>You jerk the joystick to the right, letting your character fall to her death.
>There.
>It's done.
>>27205840
RIP Spoon
>>27208992
She's going to get ripped alright. Doesn't matter how careful Soarin tried to be.
bamp.
>>27210272
>>27205840
>You are Soarin and you don't know what just happened.
"That wasn't intentional, was it?"
>Silver abruptly lets go of her joystick and steps back.
>"S-sorry," she stammers. "You're so much better than me. I just go confused I guess and - and..."
>You are Diamond Tiara and you aren't even trying to stop yourself from laughing.
>Sil fucked up, just like you thought she would.
>She really fucking sucks at this game.
>Soarin is *pissed* and everything is -
>"Here, let's try it again," Soarin sighs, waving Sil closer. "Maybe you'll get me this round."
>She shakes her head, edging towards you. She knows her place is by you.
>"Really, I'm no good at it."
>You are Silver Spoon and you should have known better.
>There is only one thing you can offer Soarin.
>>27211802
>There is only one thing you can offer Soarin.
>>27211802
>He's not having any fun; he's just humoring you. Just being nice.
>Just like he was when you were talking.
>Soarin looks back at the machine as the match resets.
>"Silver..."
>You can't.
>You can't ask him to do that.
>He thinks he's being nice, but he'll grow to resent you.
>You can't let him.
>You can't let this relationship be so one-sided. It can't always be him giving and you taking. It can't.
>"Silver," Soarin sighs as he lets go of his joystick, "do you want to just sit down and talk?"
>You don't know.
>He seemed to enjoy that, but maybe he was just being nice then, too.
>Maybe that's all this is to him.
>Maybe it's all *you* are to him.
>"Silver?"
>"Hey, are you guys done with that game?"
>"Huh? Oh, yeah, bro. Go ahead."
>"Finally. I thought you were gonna take all night trying to teach that girl how to play."
>You don't even know who is talking.
>You don't care.
>You can't deal with that right now.
>"Silver..."
>A hand comes down on your shoulder - you flinch away, brushing it off like you would a spider.
Just finished another project, so hopefully that'll free me up enough to do some Soarin/Silver green in the evenings/weekends. Hopefully we'll get to their private time only a week after I said it should happen. So... by Sunday? Maybe?
>>27184293
>Having had enough of being constricted to this odd angle, you get up and crack your back.
>Sweetie and Scoots are a bit sad to let go of you, but you need to just take a moment and think about what you are going to do.
>You don't hate Scootaloo.
>Or at least not anymore.
>But you can't let people going around and assuming you guys are in a relationship of any non-platonic nature.
>Sweetie is the only one you're looking to for that.
>Your phone rumbles around in your pocket as you fumble around with your thought.
>Absentmindedly, you grab it and look at your most recent message.
>It's from Dash.
>Oh.
>Well, she doesn't seem too pleased with the current falsehood going around.
>Uh, yeah, you have no real desire to grapple with that one at the moment.
>Sliding back your phone, you turn fully towards the girls and push the thoughts of Dash's rage away.
“Okay. There are now two things I have to tell the both of you.”
>Both girls give you their full attention as you lean back on the wall.
“Firstly, we need to get rid of this whole misunderstanding with the school. I am not going around with people thinking Scootaloo is my girlfriend.”
>”A-am I really that bad?”
“Come on, Scootaloo, you know I'm with Sweetie. It wouldn't be proper.”
>”But no one knows that you two are together.”
>You shake your head and rest a hand on your face.
“No, Scoots, I am not going to let people think we're in a relationship.”
>Scootaloo frowns at your commitment to rejecting her love.
“Anyway, second thing to do is fix Applebloom.”
>”I don't think Applejack would like that.”
”Not that kind of fixing, Sweetie. I mean get her out of that funk.”
>Sweetie tilts her head at your statement.
>”But how are we going to do that?”
>...
>Shit, that is a good question right there.
>How are you actually going to do either of those things you have on your mind right now?
>>27217415
scootabloom is a shit ship but an easy answer. Buy scootaloo a tiny strapon!
>>27217415
poor Scoots.
>>27217463
Then have her fuck the anger out of dash, I like your thinking, Anon
>>27218851
This is a plan that can't possibly fail!
>>27212626
>"Hey -"
>"So... what? Are you like her game tutor or something?"
>"Nah, bro, just... uh..."
>"Oh, babysitting?" a new voice asks. "Isn't she a bit old for that?"
>Too young. You're too young, not too old.
>"No, well, yeah, but -"
>"I mean, two don't look alike, so she ain't your sister."
>They know.
>"Look bro, you gonna play the game or just fuck around asking me questions?"
>"Was just curious."
>"Dude, calm down."
>Too many voices. Too many people. A hand touches you again - you don't know whose it is, only that you have to get away.
>"Not like we think you're a pedo or something. She's not *that* young."
>Too many.
>Too young.
"Di..."
>>27219431
Welp so much for that.
>>27221737
>>27219431
>You are Diamond Tiara and you are pleased.
>This is good.
>This is what you were expecting.
>Yes, this is perfect.
>Sil reaches out to you.
>Not really. She's not trying hard enough.
>You giggle as her hand opens and closes.
>"Di..."
>You have a sudden urge to put the beer in her hand. You don't know why.
>It's also a bit of a mystery why the bottle is empty, but, well, it's empty, so you don't.
>What would the point be?
>The bottle escapes from your hand before you can set it down.
>Dammit, fucking thing is slippery or something!
>"Di... what... what do I do...?"
>You try to grab the bottle as it rolls across the table, but each lunge sends it skittering further and further.
>"... Di..."
>There! No! Wait!
"FUCK!"
>Your fingertips graze the glass as it rolls over the edge.
>"D-Di...?"
Any chance of some sweetie belle this weekend?
>>27224749
Maybe.
>>27217415
>As your mind begins to spin its wheels, you hear a loud thwack on the window next to you.
>Moving to the front of the window, you see Pinkie plastered onto it like a large, pink pigeon.
>With her being more nuts than you or Rarity, it figures that she'd show up eventually.
>She gives you a sad look and paws at the window with her hand that isn't sandwiched between her and the glass.
>You roll your eyes as you open up the window and soon bowl over as she comes inside the room.
>Opening your eyes, you can only see pink.
>And not the kind you expect to see from her.
>Pinkie quickly pulls herself off of you and stands above your head.
>”Wow, that was not as much fun as I had expected it to be. Sorry about that, Nonny.”
>She looks down to you expecting a response, but you merely stare up her skirt.
>”Nonny, did I hit you a bit too hard?”
“...Oh, sorry, I just didn't expect you to be going commando today.”
>Ponka stares at you for a while until it clicks in her head and she rushes to cover her shame.
>”Guess Stu isn't the only thing I need to search for now.”
>As Ponka moves herself away from you, you right yourself and remove the debris she shunted onto you.
“Pinkie, as good as it is to see you're safe, we were sort of in the middle of discussing some serious matters.”
>”What kind of matters?”
“...Private matters.”
>”Oh, those are always juicy! Tell me.”
“Pinkie.”
>”Oh, come on, Nonny. I always find out in the end.”
>You raise your finger to counter her point, but she's right.
>If something happens, Pinkie is usually the first to find it out no matter how it is concealed.
>Groaning silently, you sit on your desk and motion for her to sit next to you.
>Considering the involvement she's had with you and Sweetie, it isn't unreasonable to be here.
>Who knows, maybe she's what you needed.
>>27224865
Boop
>>27230197
Mormonism for the win
>>27223917
>>27223917
>"FUCK!"
Yes Silver, listen to DT
>>27233210Huh, forgot text. Weird. It's usually the other way around.
>>27223917
>You lunge for it, one last desperate attempt to grab the bottle – that succeeds only in knocking over your daiquiri too.
>Red slush spills across the table, pouring into your lap.
>”… Di…?”
“DAMMIT, WHAT SIL? WHAT?”
>You don’t have any napkins!
>She should get you some napkins, but NO, she’s too fucking helpless!
>”Di…”
“JUST GET ME SOMETHING TO CLEAN THIS UP WITH!”
>”… Di…”
>She’s worthless.
>”… Di…”
“I WISH YOU WOULD!”
>”… please…”
“JUST GO DIE ALREADY! CAN’T YOU SEE I’M FUCKING BUSY!?”
>”… I…”
>You grab the empty glass and throw it in her direction.
>You are Silver Spoon and the you…
>… you…
>You know you’re panicking.
>You can feel the tears rolling down your face.
>Soarin hates you.
>Worse, Di… *Diamond* hates you.
>Everyone hates you, even yourself.
>You’re too young.
>Too stupid.
>Too helpless.
>Too worthless.
>Broken glass crunches under your shoes.
>She’s right.
>She always is.
>You deserve to be hated.
>With shock, you realize you’re running.
>You are Diamond Tiara and you don’t know why Sil just ran away.
>She better come back with some fucking napkins.
>”I’m going to fucking kill her.”
>Ugh, as much as you hate Soarin, you can understand where he’s coming from.
>”Dude, no –“
>”Back off, bro. I swear –“
>”No, man, she didn’t hurt her or anything, so just –“
>Dammit.
>You’ll have to drink the beer until Sil comes back with another daiquiri.
>Fuck!
>It’s gone!
>>27233531
>You push your chair back and...
>You are Soarin and you are going to wreck that bitch.
>”Dude, no! Don’t you know who she is!?”
“Yeah, I fucking know, bro.”
>”She’s always like that!”
>They’re holding you back. Literally fucking hold you back.
>”She’s drunk, man!” the one on your left yells.
>”Dude, you’ll get arrested!”
“She fucking -!”
>”She’s fucking rich, you idiot! If you fucking touch her, you’re going to jail!”
“I don’t care!”
>There’s four of the now, four cowardly shitstains that –
>”Look man, look! Just look at her!”
>All you see is hate.
>”She can’t even stand up, dude.”
>She…
>She’s leaning on the table, both hands pressing against it in an effort to stay upright.
>Her chair is on its back; she couldn’t even stand without knocking it over.
>”Soar,” she grunts, trying to sneer at you and failing, “Soar – go gemme a dagree.”
>”See, dude? She’s drunk!”
“So fucking what! She still –“
>”Dude, no,” one of them growls, getting right in your face. “Don’t. Don’t even. You’re on the soccer team, right? You even touch her, and you’re getting kicked off.”
“I already quit!”
>”What…?”
>His grip slackens and you try to take advantage, try to pull free, but the others are holding you tight.
>Should have put in more time in the gym, done some more sets with Bulk.
>Then they wouldn’t be able to stop you and you could punch her fucking face in.
”I quit! There’s nothing she can do to me!”
>”She’ll have you arrested, man.”
“I don’t care! Someone has to protect Silver from her!”
>”The girl you were playing with? Is that why you were with her? Dude… dude! She’s *always* like this towards her!”
“That’s why –“
>”If you go to jail, who’s gonna look after her?”
get her more booze make her drink herself to death
>>27235593
“I – I don’t –“
>You wish you didn’t care.
>You wish you could convince yourself that it didn’t matter if you spent the rest of your life in jail.
>”Dude, don’t. If you’re smart, you’ll find your girl and… wait, I didn’t mean –“
“I know what you meant.”
>”Dude, I wasn’t –“
“I know.”
>”Seriously… I… look, a lot of us have wanted to stand up to her, but…”
>”SOAR!” Diamond screams. “WHERE’S MY DAGREE?”
>”Dude, her dad… I mean…”
“Someone should have done something.”
>”She’s hurt a lot of people, man, but what can we do?”
>You stop struggling.
>You stare.
“You should have done something, bro. Someone should have done something.”
>>27236229>pic related
>Page 10
No.
No dripfeed of green today. Going to drop the end of this chapter all at once late tonight.
>>27240556
>Going to drop the end of this chapter all at once late tonight.
is it just me, or have about half the posts in this thread been deleted?
Bump on for Sweetie.
>>27247194
Possibly
Didn't hit the end of chapter. I tried, but I didn't make it.
>>27236791
>”Yeah… but…” he mumbles, gesturing helplessly over his shoulder at the drunk girl, “… it’s Diamond Tiara…”
“That doesn’t…”
>It doesn’t mean anything, but a more pressing question arises.
“… where did she go?”
>You are Diamond Tiara and you think you have to –
>No, you HAVE to.
>NOW.
>You stumble away from the table.
>People get in your way.
>You shove them out of your way.
>Things too.
>You make.
>Barely, but you make it.
>You rush for the first stall.
>It’s locked.
>You want to scream in rage, but you don’t know what will happen if you open your mouth.
>The second stall is open.
>Good.
>You wouldn’t have made it to the third in time.
>Eventually, your stomach finishes emptying itself into the toilet, but it doesn’t stop trying for a long time after.
>You are Silver Spoon and you are paralyzed with fear.
>There’s nothing to distract you, nothing to take your mind off how worthless you are.
>No book to read.
>You left your purse behind.
>No phone to browse.
>The battery is dead; you left at your friend’s place.
>No, not your friend.
>You don’t have any friends.
>Di – Diamond hates you.
>Nor do you have a boyfriend.
>Soarin hates you.
>All you have is yourself… and you know just how worthless you are.
>It’s all you can think about.
>You try to distract yourself, to play little scenarios in your mind.
>Maybe if you’d been a better player… but you aren’t.
>>27248359
>What if you had just let him have that beer… but you didn’t.
>Possibly you could have had one of your own… but you couldn’t.
>Everything comes back to the same conclusion.
>You.
>Are.
>Worthless.
>Pathetic.
>Contemptable.
>They *should* hate you.
>Trying to be nice to you… it’s just a waste of their time. You don’t deserve it.
>All you do is take up space and time.
>Like right now.
>You’ve locked yourself in a bathroom stall to cry.
>Someone tried to get in.
>You’re taking up space someone else needs.
>Things would be better if –
>”DAMMIT!”
>Something slams against the partition.
>”DAMMIT, SIL!”
>You know that voice.
>In a way, it’s comforting.
>At least someone else doesn’t hate you.
>“WHY ARE YOU RUINING EVERYTHING!?”
>You are Diamond Tiara and you are furious.
>She should have stopped you.
>You shouldn’t have had so much to drink.
>She should have cut you off.
>It’s her fault.
>Your stomach cramps again, doubling you over.
>You are Silver Spoon and your body shakes uncontrollably.
>Diamond is right.
>She worked so hard for this, she’s done so much to help you.
>You can’t… you shouldn’t… you want to, but you shouldn’t just throw it all away.
>You have to try again, assuming he’ll give you yet another chance.
>You HAVE to. For her.
>And… and him.
>He’s put up with so much.
>You can’t… you don’t know.
>Whatever it is, you know you just *can’t*. You have to try.
>You will fail.
>You will ruin everything.
>>27248364
>You will only make things worse.
>You know this, but you have to try anyway.
>You owe it to them.
>Something slams into the partition again.
>Di… Di seems preoccupied.
>Maybe if you hurry… maybe she won’t see you.
>Maybe she won’t know.
>Maybe you can… you don’t know.
>But you do know that she’s angry and you don’t want her to see you like this.
>Soarin, either.
>They’ve both done so much.
>You wipe away your tears. It’s not good enough.
>Carefully, you unlatch the door to the stall. You try not to make noise, to not draw Di’s attention.
>You don’t want her to see you until you’re… you still don’t know.
>Victorious?
>No, too grand.
>Until you’re not such a worthless failure.
>That’s about the most you can hope for.
>Soarin will never love you.
>How could he?
>But maybe he…
>Fresh tears trickle down your cheek.
>You have to find him.
>You have to find him and convince him that you are worthy of his love.
>It won’t be true – it’ll *never* be true – but you have to try.
>You are Soarin and you are surrounded by security.
>”Are you sure that’s what happened?” one of them asks for the third time.
>For the third time, you nod.
>”Yeah, just like he said, dude,” Strike answers, “it was… you know. *Her*.”
>His friends nod in agreement.
>Strike, Blade Runner, Apple Bytes, Shady Blues… you’d made it a point to learn their names once you’d cooled down.
>>27248371
>You owe them.
>They were right and they stopped you from making a huge mistake.
>If you’d hurt Diamond Tiara, it wouldn’t have helped Silver. Not unless you killed her.
>”Well,” the female security officer groans, “I don’t know about you, Nighty, but I like my job. Or, at least I don’t want to lose *another* job over some spoiled kid.”
>There’s a pause, an uncomfortable pause, before the guy nods.
>”Fine, Copper Top,” he sighs, “we’ll just… do what we always do.”
>”Look, I know it’s shitty, but…”
>”… we won’t do anything.”
>He turns his attention back to you and waves his hand.
>”Just… run along,” he grunts. “Try not to cause any more trouble, because I *will* -“
>”Nighty!”
>”Could you *not* call me that?”
>You take his advice, stopping to grab Silver’s purse from the table before walking off.
>And Diamond’s, too.
>Why not.
>You hate her, but… you can’t quite muster up in pride in overlooking that.
>She’s drunk. Someone should take care of her stuff.
>It’s the right thing to do.
>You are Silver Spoon and you can’t find him.
>Soarin is gone.
>At the machine you and he had played on are some boys you don’t recognize.
>You don’t ask them if they know where he went. Even if they knew, they wouldn’t help you.
>Your shoulders twitch.
>Soarin is gone.
>He probably left.
>Went home.
>He was only humoring you, sticking around so long.
>He was only being nice.
>You knew it couldn’t last.
>>27248378
>Eventually, he had to run out of patience.
>You try not to cry.
>You can’t.
>A proper lady does not cry in public, not over *nothing*.
>Di… Di taught you that long ago.
>She’s taught you so many things.
>You have to… you have to make her proud.
>You can’t cry.
>You *can’t.
>You’re going to anyway.
>You stumble over to the table.
>You left your purse here.
>You need to calm down.
>You need to distract yourself somehow.
>The book he gave you should be –
>Your purse is gone.
>He took it.
>He left and he took the book.
>He didn’t even leave you that.
>You don’t care about the purse.
>You don’t care about anything else that was in it.
>You just wish he had left you the book.
>Left you something to remember him by.
>You can’t blame him, though.
>You can only blame yourself.
>If you’d tried harder…
>You slump into a seat and try - *try* - to…
>”Hey, are you looking for Soarin?”
>You gasp – in surprise or fear or both.
>One of the boys – no, a girl – comes over from the game.
>”You’re the one he was playing with, right?” she asks. “He went off looking for you.”
“What…?”
>”He said he was going to try to find you.”
“He… he didn’t leave…?”
>”Um, no.”
>This… this makes sense.
>Soarin is a good person.
>He… he wouldn’t just leave. He would say goodbye first.
>He would explain to you why he could never love you.
>>27248387
>You already know, though.
>”If… um… if you want to wait right here, Soarin said he’d come back if he couldn’t find you.”
“Oh.”
>”Are… uh… are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
>You’re crying.
>He’s so nice.
>You’re going to miss him.
>”I… uh… I’m pretty sure…”
>You stand quickly, catching the girl by surprise.
“I’m fine.”
>You can’t let anyone see you like this.
>”I’ll be… I’ll be over... I just need to get a drink. I’ll be back.”
>You leave before she can stop you.
>She wants to – she follows you for a few steps – but you walk faster.
>You have to get away, you have to clean yourself up again.
>You need to be presentable.
>You need…
>You find a corner. It’s not what you need, but it’s what you can cope with.
>It gets you out of everyone’s way, out of their view.
>You don’t have any tissues; you wipe your eyes with your shirt collar.
>You can feel it riding up, the hemline pulling away from the skirt’s waist as you tug on it.
>It’s too short.
>Maybe if you had dressed appropriately, if you had thought ahead and gone home to get some of your clothes…
>Maybe…
>You cry into the collar.
>Maybe if you weren’t so *worthless*…
>Maybe –
>There’s a hand on your waist.
>Fingers probe the gap between shirt and skirt.
>Flesh on flesh.
>Skin on skin.
>You start to look up.
>Your mouth opens to scream.
>You are Soarin.
>And you kiss her.Would be an ideal place to end the chapter, except it's not the end. Tomorrow, I guess.
>>27248422
Im just having a rollercoaster of emotions and I'm not sure if that's a bad thing
Again, no drip feed. Everything will go up late tonight.
Boop
>>27248422
Aw yeah, my boy Soarin.
>>27249309
>>27249403
>>27251272
>Soarin is kissing Blossom
>Silver Spoon is about to be raped by Snips and Snails
>>27248422
>You shouldn’t, but you realize that a heartbeat too late.
>There are people around – they might see. They probably will.
>You might never see her again.
>For a minute, you thought you never would.
>And that is why you don’t break away.
>She’s here. She’s safe.
>Diamond didn’t do anything to her.
>You were just so happy to see Silver again.
>You didn’t think.
>Silver doesn’t struggle – she’s too shocked to do anything… and when she has recovered, she presses into you.
>Her arms come up, sliding under yours, and wrap around your torso.
>You are Silver Spoon. You are terrified.
>People can see you.
>If someone… if someone says something, if your parents find out, you’ll never see him again.
>Best case scenario, you’re transferred to Crystal Prep. Worst case… Soarin goes to jail.
>Either way, you will never see him again.
>But… if this is what he wants…
>… this *is* what he wants…
>… this is all you have to offer him…
>… your body is the only thing of value you have.
>You’ll give him anything that he wants.
>If you don’t please him, if you can’t convince him to love you…
>… you’ll never see him anyway.
>You return Soarin’s kiss.
>You didn’t expect this.
>You are Soarin and this is not what you expected at all.
>You have to break the kiss.
>She’ll stand here like this forever if you let her.
>Reluctantly, you pull your lips from hers.
“Are you…”
>>27256057
>She’s been crying. Silver tried to wipe the tears away, but there are still streaks running down her cheeks.
“Are you okay?”
>”I’m…”
>You are Silver Spoon and you hesitate.
>Put on a brave face or try for pity?
>Which will he respond to?
>You… should have asked Di…
>You are Soarin and you know the answer.
>Silver doesn’t say anything, but her silence says it for her.
“She didn’t hurt you, did she?”
>”N-no!” Silver answers, the question snapping her out of her fugue. “She didn’t! Di would never hurt me!”
“She told you to die, Silver. She threw her glass at you.”
>”She… she was drunk, but she’d never hurt me.”
>Silver’s eyes drop, followed by her head, until it’s resting against your chest.
>”She wouldn’t,” your girlfriend repeats softly.
“She’s not good for you and you know it.”
>Silver whines quietly.
“You know it.”
>”She’s… she’s…”
“I’ll never hurt you either. I hope you know that, too.”
>Silver trembles in your arms.
“I mean it.”
>”Then…”
“What?”
>”… why did you leave…?”
“I –”
>”You weren’t there,” Silver cries. “Why weren’t you there?”
“I was trying to find you.”
>”Why?”
“Are… are you bored with me?”
>”No!”
“Then why were you with *her*?”
>You are Silver Spoon and you need to stop.
>Why didn’t you just stop talking?
>”Her?”
“I… I’m sorry…”
>You shake with fear. You shouldn’t have said anything. You didn’t *mean* to say anything.
>You shouldn’t confront him.
>You shouldn’t make him choose.
>>27256066
>If you force him to choose, he might not choose you.
“… I shouldn’t have… have said anything…”
>”Silver…”
>He strokes a hand down your back gently, so very gently.
>You love him, how tender he can be, how caring, even towards someone like you.
>”Silver, I swear. I will never leave you.”
“But…”
>No.
>Stay quiet.
>”I’m guessing you heard,” Soarin sights, his hand pausing between your shoulder blades. “About Blossom, I mean.”
>You should have stayed quiet.
“It’s… it’s okay. I know I’m…”
>Your voice breaks.
>It’s all you can do to stop yourself from breaking down.
>He’s going to choose her.
>You screwed up.
>Again.
>Soarin frowns.
>… no…
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m –“
>”I was just helping her out,” he sighs, pulling you tight against him. “I guess rumor got around… those *assholes*…”
“It’s okay, I don’t mind! If you…if…”
>You’d rather share him than lose him.
>You can share.
>Maybe, eventually, you can convince yourself that it’s not so bad.
>”She was drunk, Silver. And… other things happened.”
>*Other* things…
>You shudder.
>”I spent the night at her place –“
>… no, please… no…
>”But not like… *that*,” he insists. “I was just taking care of her. Helping her feel safe.”
>You are Soarin and you hope you said the right things.
>It’s not your place to talk about what happened to Blossom, but Silver – your… your *girlfriend* – deserves an explanation.
>She’s deathly silent. You know how it could sound bad, but you had hoped…
>You didn’t want to go.
>>27256076
>”You… you didn’t…”
“I didn’t touch her. I swear.”
>Silver clings to you in silence, tighter than Blossom had.
>You are Silver Spoon and you can still be special to him.
>Soarin wouldn’t lie to you.
>You hope he wouldn’t lie to you.
>He’ll never love you.
>He cares about you, but he’ll never love you.
>He… cares about a lot of people.
>You have to be special. Unique.
>He didn’t touch her, but he can touch you.
>You want him to.
>You want to be what no one else can be.
>You want to be his.
“Soarin…”
>”Yes?”
“… please…”
>”Anything.”
“… come with me…”Stopping here because this is actually pretty fucking annoyingly hard for me to write. I think a part of me doesn't want to hurt Silver.It can only stall for so long.
>>27256110
>“… come with me…”
Slow your horses Silver. We haven't even started yet.
>no bones updates
>still no Jarity art from drawfriend
Sad are these times.
>>27259108
>>27111478
>Greentext thread
>Pinkie cover pic
>MFW CIA GUY never delivered the end of his green.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uVWu99swRVw
bump
Bumpity bump!
>>27256110
>You are Diamond Tiara and you are wondering where everything went wrong.
>The *nasty* taste of vomit lingers in your mouth, your stomach is sore, your head pounds, and nothing is going right.
>Sil went… somewhere.
>She’s supposed to be *here*!
>You sigh, massaging your aching temple.
>At least you didn’t get anything on your clothes.
>You twist and turn again, checking yourself in the bathroom mirror.
>Nothing is obvious, but…
>You’re having problems enough staying on your feet to be positive about anyfuckingthing right now.
>You need Sil.
>She should be here to double check. Not that you doubt yourself or anything, but…
>Your head spins and you grab for the countertop.
>Whatever. Good enough.
>If you don’t see anything, no one else will either.
>You straighten as the bathroom door opens.
>You are Silver Spoon and you… you hope you’re doing the right thing.
>”There you are,” Di snarls at you, lurching drunkenly in your direction. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting!?”
“I’m… I’m sorry…”
>She shouldn’t have had to wait.
>You should have done what you had to do.
“I’m sorry, Di. I didn’t mean…”
>”You *never* think about anyone else, do you?”
“N-no.”
>Not the way she means.
“I…”
>Her hands come down on your shoulders, gripping you tightly.
“I know you put a lot into this. I should have tried harder.”
>”Huh?”
“I… I hope…”
>”What?”
“I found him, Di. I’ll do…”
>As the moment approaches, you find yourself hesitating.
>You push down the uneasy feeling.
>>27263623
“… I’ll do what I have to, Di.”
>”What…?”
>You are Soarin and you are a monster.
>For a few pleasant hours you had forgotten that.
>If only they had lasted longer. For example, the rest of your life. That would have worked out well.
>Until Silver’s birthday would have been acceptable.
>Neither happened, the memory hitting you as Silver slips into the women’s restroom.
>You’re a monster.
>It’s obvious what she has in mind.
>A decent percent wouldn’t do this.
>Not here, not now, and certainly not to her.
>You shouldn’t.
>But you want to.
>You want Silver to stare up at you adoringly again.
>You want to do more than save her, to rescue her from Diamond Tiara’s bullying or her own lack of self-esteem.
>The way Silver looks at you – when she isn’t acting terrified – resonates with your very soul.
>You want to hold her, to feel her body pressed against yours, to make her feel safe and wanted and loved.
>She wants to do this… and you want her to.
>You are a monster.
>This shouldn’t be happening, but it is.
>You want to be her hero.
>You *will* be.
>You are Diamond Tiara and you don’t understand.
>”I… I know I nearly ruined everything,” Silver explains quietly. “I nearly drove Soarin away, but…”
>Nearly?
>She bites her lip, uncertain and scared.
>”Should I…?” she asks unexpectedly? “I… I want to. I *should*, but… “
>Silver’s eyes tremble, shining wetly.
>”I’d do anything to make him happy, and… and it’s all I have left."
>>27263634
>Your head tilts to the right.
>She’s not making any sense.
>”I have to do something, Di,” Silver insists. “I know I have to do this, but…”
>She whines wordlessly, looking back at the door.
>”… every other decision I’ve made has gone wrong tonight. I need you, Di. Please, I can’t do this on my own. Tell me what to do. Should I… should I have sex with him…?”
“WHAT?”
>She still likes him?
>After everything he put her through tonight!?
>Just when you thought Silver was remembering her place, she pulls shit like this!
>”Oh.”
>Her head drops.
>”I should have known. Thank you, Di, I totally would –“
“No, sure.”
>This… this could be great.
“You’re right. It’s the only way he’ll like you.”
>That much is true, at least.
>What else is there to like about Silver?
“But…”
>Silver looks up at you hopefully.
>You try not to laugh.
>She brought this on herself, spending time with *him* when she should be with *you*.
“It’s not like he hasn’t fucked girls before.”
>”I… I know…”
“You’re gonna have to make it special or you’ll just be another fuck for him.
>”I know, Di.”
“You’re gonna have to let him put it in your butt.”
>It was the first thing that came to mind.
>It’ll hurt.
>If it hurts, she’ll hate him.
>You are Silver Spoon and you know what you have to do.
>You want him to love you.
>You want to be special.
>>27263646
>You want to make him happy.
>He said he would do anything, but that wasn’t his line to say.
>You are the one that will give him anything and everything.
>You wish… you *wish* you could be with him in your own bed and let things be normal and gentle and loving.
>Spend a night in each others arms.
>Repeat your first night together.
>You can’t.
>That’s how… that’s how he is with all the girls.
>You are Soarin and you are making a mistake.
>Silver waves you in again.
>You… shouldn’t.
”Silver, I don’t…”
>She bites her lip, so hard you wince in sympathetic pain.
>She… wants this.
>You aren’t forcing anything on her – it was her idea. She invited you in. Everything that is happening is happening because Silver wants it.
>This isn’t… it isn’t right.
>You know this, but you step in anyway.
>It isn’t right, but she wants it. She wants *you* and you want *her*.
“Are you…”
>”I’m sure,” your… *girlfriend* says firmly, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the stall at the end.
>You are Silver Spoon and you can’t give yourself a chance to rethink this.
>”But *here*? Wouldn’t you rather –“
“Here. Now.”
>You can’t give yourself a chance – or him.
“Please, Soarin. Please, let me…”
>You squeeze his hand, afraid that he’ll pull away at any moment.
“… let me prove how much I love you.”
>He hesitates, but for only a moment.
>Long enough for you to worry, not long enough for you to think of anything else to day.
>”Okay,” Soarin sighs, squeezing back.
>His grip is strong.
>It hurts.
>The pain is fleeting, but his hand remains in yours.
>You pull him into the stall behind you.
