You have 2 choices.
Option one: You are sent to Equestria. You are the only one of your kind and are easily accepted. You become friends with all the ponies you ever wanted and live an easy life. The catch is sex does not exist. You will still have your junk but they won't have anything. You can't convince them to or do anything sexual to them. You will be sent back to earth. You will only ever be friends with ponies
Option 2: Your favorite pony is sent to you on earth. Scared and tired. She will be confused and irrational for a while but in time she will grow on you. No one but you can know that she exists in this world. If even one other person finds out, she will be taken away and it will be the last you ever see of her and you will never know what happened to her. Sex exists and she will fall for you in a short time and soon thereafter will fall in love with you. She won't know that the reason she can't see her friends anymore is because you made a choice. You can choose to tell her one day, but that is your decision.
what is your choice /mlp/
I choose fuck off cunt.
Option 2
>>27337872
If option 1 was modified where they can be convinced to do shit, then I'd be fine with that. Imagine convincing someone like Pinkie Pie to suck you off.
I choose option 3. Make something that'll last beyond 40 posts
>>27338004
there's actually a story for that somewhere in the pastebins, but it went full edge after the initial smut
also option 2, pls
>>27337872
>option 2
Reminds me of the old story time general.
>>27337872
Sick writefag bait
And i'd bite it,if i wasn't writing something currently.
>>27337872
>Option 1
>sex doesn't exist
So Equestria is like Earth but with ponies. I'll go for that, option 1.
>>27337872
If you choose one of the powerful spell casters, can't they disguise themselves as humans?
>>27337872
Option 1. I don't care about fucking ponies so long as I get to live in Equestria.
>>27338021
Actually, this is a carbon copy of the first one, someone got nostalgicI-Is it going to come back?
>>27337872
Option one.
I'm not making both of our lives terrible just so I can bust a nut.
>>27337872
>World of magic, adventure, and adorable pony friends
or
>sociopathic sexual captivity
Let's see how this turns out.
Gee.
I wonder.
>>27337872
so...I choose option one.
why?, because I can befriend discord and tell him of the shit I saw on looney tunes and tom & jerry, so concluding, I offer him to lend me power or at least teach chaotic magic so I can amuse him by showing him what happens when suddenly the ponies gain genitals, so...we can enjoy the ponies drive themselves in lust.
the funny thing is that an autist will never think of that.
>>27337872
>not making a strawpoll
Fucking pleb
strawpoll.me/10195047
>>27338066Not to OP, it may or may not be. Can you guess who I am?
>>27338138
YOU'RE A FUCKING FAGGOT THAT'S WHAT YOU AREAre you early or later? I got a few names
>>27338184
One of the early ones. Started on the third thread, to be exact.
>>27338214
either Nehem or Clarissa, I can't remember which
Ya'll are cool, did you guys make this thread or something? Scoping out to see if people want it again?I want it
>>27338360
Your first guess is correct. We've kept in contact since the last thread, and one of us did make this. We've been talking about it for a few days and two of us (including me) have started re-writing parts or all of our original stories in preparation. This is a bit of a scope out, but could turn into the real thing if we get enough of our group back on the project.
>>27338033
It's funny 'cause it's true.
>>27337872
StoryTime revival?
>>27338409
I recall it was a long time ago,but was pretty phenomenal
Greentexts were top notch.
>>27338409
who gives a fuck, just post a story writefag, we're waiting
>>27338533
no bully pls
>>27338409OH NO
I grow up and not be an autistic faggot that watches little girl cartoons.
>>27338682
Hey man, me too!
>>27338682
>>27338700
But you guys are still posting on a board for autistic faggots that watch little girl cartoons, you autistic faggots.
>>27338724
To be fair, you technically are, too.
>>27338735
I know.I embrace the autistic faggot inside of me.
Option 1. There's more to life than sex, especially in Equestria.
Plus I can just jack off and if I can survive 19 years without sex, then I can survive 19 more
>>27337872
>Option 1
>Sex doesn't exist
Then how do you explain Flurry Heart or baby Cakes? Hell, how the hell ponies are existing if there is no sex?
>>27338750As do I, friend.
>>27338777
In a land inhabited by magical horses, I'm sure they'll figure something out.
>>27337872
Option 2
I have enough money to make any woman or mare happy
Neither. If I can't stay in Equestria indefinitely, then option one is a no-go. And for option two, it would be impossible to keepdashiea secret because of my job.
Just for the hell of it, I'll post the first bit of my attempt at a remake.
>Just another quiet night on the internet.
>Try as you might, you cannot bring your mind out of the haze it’s in. This is the kind of haze brought on from the repetitive activities of everyday life.
>Not really that you mind that, though. It’s peaceful, there isn’t a lot to worry about, and you have fun.
>Doesn’t stop you from nearly falling asleep at the computer, though.
>After spending some time just trying to wake back up, you finally resume your regularly scheduled internet browsing.
>Now what were you doing again..?
>You stare blankly at the monitor, the screen displaying many a picture of colorful cartoon equines.
>Right. /mlp/. The board dedicated to a kids show that’s obsessed over by many grown men.
>One of which you are.
>Emasculation aside, it’s an entertaining way to pass the time. The thought of time makes you look at the clock on your screen.
>A little past midnight. You’d normally stay up much longer, but you’re pretty beat tonight.
>Might as well check the catalog then hit the hay.
>stealthpun.png
>Yawning, you begin lazily scrolling through the vast array of threads.
>Not too much new tonight. Just the standard generals, CYOA’s, theories, and shitposting.
>One thread in particular catches your eye.
>It has no name.
>It has no fame.
>The thread actually looks pretty lame.
>But you investigate despite the outward appearance.
>With a slight sense of déjà vu, you start to read.
>You have two options.
>The first is quite simple. You can go to Equestria, but the very concept of sex does not exist. They don’t have genitals, and you’ll get your ass sent back to Earth if you try to get them to do anything sexual.
>Option two is quite the opposite. You stay on your world. Your favorite pony comes to you. Nobody but you can know of their existence, and they fall in love with you.
>>27339211
>Neither of these options would appeal to you in reality.
>You’d either get torn away from everything you’ve worked for, and only have your hand as a way of release for the rest of your life, or you’ll have a new roommate that couldn’t buy their own food.
>And they would be an alien that would have some pretty awkward feelings towards you later on.
>If you wanted to get rid of them, you could just show them to someone. But where would they disappear to? The post didn’t specify.
>Y’know, You’re overthinking something very simple.
>Something drives you to post a reply. Boredom, maybe?
>You click the reply button and type.
If I couldn’t choose NOT to choose… I’d probably go with option 2.
>A simple sentence. Short, sweet, to the point.
>If something like that were to occur, you’d at least not have to get torn from your realm.
>Even though it would mean tearing someone else from theirs.
>You really are a selfish bastard, aren’t you?
>Whatever, you just do what it takes to stay on top. No need to dwell on fictional possibilities.
>Besides, you’re too tired to think rationally right now.
>You turn off your monitor, walk to your bed, and flop down on it for the night.
>Sleep creeps up fairly quickly.
>It’s one of the more restful ones you’ve had as of late, really.
>Unfortunately for you, this rest is cut short by the sudden sound of what sounds like shattering glass from the next room over.
>Your eyes shoot open, sleep still clouding your mind.
>Realization strikes you as your head clears out.
>Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit.
>You knew this day would come. You knew and yet you still aren’t prepared.
>Quickly, you slide out of bed, avoiding flopping onto the floor like you usually do.
>First thing’s first, a decent weapon.
>It’s weak, but gramps’s old revolver should do the trick.
>If only you could find the ammo for the damn thing.
>>27339218
>Looking at your open bedroom door, you realize there isn’t any time. You’ll just have to hope they’ll run away when they see you have a gun.
>You quietly sneak your way out, attempting to replicate the stealth tactics you see on TV and vidyagames.
>All seems to go well until you reach the room where the noise came from.
>The sight of the room distracts you from trying to find the possible intruder.
>Or rather, the sight of the room’s wall.
>Once, a large glass window resided here. Now, there was only a square hole and some menacing looking pieces of sharp glass.
>Below it, in the center of the room sits a decently sized crate.
>Not just some small delivery box. A full sized wooden shipping crate.
>Whatever they put in it must be heavy to break the window like this.
>This is all it takes to distract you and make you trip over your feet onto your front end.
>Right into the broken glass shards.
>Dear god, your fucking arms.
>At least they’ve taken the brunt of the damage, not your torso.
>Careful as to not agitate your now injuries, you climb to your feet, gun in hand.
>A cold breeze blows through the now broken window, reminding you what a pain it’s going to be to get it replaced.
>Speaking of entry points, you have to check the rest of the house.
>Cursing yourself for your stupidity, you check your back.
>They could have easily snuck up on you at this point.
>For the next twenty or so minutes, you scout out your property, checking every place that someone could hide.
>No matter where you check, you see don’t see anything suspicious.
>Returning to the site of the supposed break in, you stare again at the crate.
>Well, before you call the cops, you’d might as well check what’s inside.
>Maybe someone just wanted to hide a body and pin it on you.
>In which case, you probably shouldn’t be handling the evidence.
>You’ll just leave that train of thought to the people in the world who are actually smart and are not currently still partially asleep.
>>27339218
>Throwing caution to the wind, you fling open the lid of the crate, which just so conveniently landed cover side up, and was apparently never sealed.
>The sight inside the crate is enough to make you throw the lid back down.
>No, there wasn’t a cut up mess of body parts in it.
>The contents aren’t even human.
>Slowly opening the lid once more, you take in the sight of the contents of the box.
>Four legs. Pale yellow fur. Butterflies on the ass. A tail made of light pink hair, and a long mane to match.
>It’s a… pony. A pony that you know from a certain TV show.
>You let the reality of the situation sink in.
>No, you aren’t dreaming. You are currently face to face with Fluttershy.
>She’s not even your favorite character, though!
>Will there ever be a day where OP actually delivers?
>>27337872
Wasn't this a general in the past?
Also option 2 no doubt
>>27339243
It's back in black folks! Hold on to your asses.
>>27337872
Option 2
So short lived...
>>27340456
The stories it produced were often like that.
Unless the pony involved was a unicorn capable of transformation spells, they were pretty much on house arrest the whole time.
I remember one involving Trixie and another with Luna that were nice, but I don't think they were ever finished.
>>27340483
The Trixie one was finished, you can find it here http://pastebin.com/xvTprcjU
The Luna one was never finished, and can be found here http://pastebin.com/26xk4eDu
And iirc, the threads lasted about four months. Not sure if that is considered long or not.
>>27337872
obv i want to fuck literally every pastel horse, but id go with option 1, cause life would be fuckin awesome in equestria comparatively
>>27340530
Ayyy
Trixie may have more coming
>>27340703
oh shit
Well well WELL, isn't this one big family reuinion
>>27341188
got damn right,you're not name stealing right? you're fancy pants's bitch fo reals?
well shit, this might be real guys
>>27341220
You bet your fucking ass it's real.
>>27341220
You know it, bitch
Should I get to writing?
>>27341335
IF HE WRITES
>>27339211
HE IS WRITING
>>27341335
Go for it, brah
>>27341352
This time we're going thecatbirdroute
Here we fuckn go
I've waited for this day
The circlejerk recommences...
>>27341489
The fuck you are you niggerfaggot. GB2 stallions.
>>27341506
>>27341506
Go back to 4chan you fucking autist
>>27337872
This is OLD.
https://desustorage.org/mlp/thread/21121692/#21123146
so... the blue moon happened?
>>27341506
O-okay...I'll do Big Mac, then.
>>27341583
fuck yeah, i'm ready for it. Clar, Nehem, Fronk, Trixie, are we getting the rest? it's really here?
>>27341842and a newfag :^
>>27337872
>platonic closeness with my 100% forever pure pony waifu who doesn't hate me
YES.
>>27341842
Let's see, who else do we need? Dubs, obz, nope?
If we choose option one how far are we allowed to go with a pony without breaking the rules? Are kissing, hugging, and cuddling allowed?
>>27341933
Anything that doesn't involve your dick or you touching them inappropriately I'd imagine.
>>27341933
>>27341933
>>27341933
>>27341933
>>27341933
Dubs confirm all three allowed
>>27341945
>mfw i go to equestria and i bump naked butts with silver spoon/dt because its not sexual
>>27341945
>>27341946
Fuck I choose option one then. The cuddle orgies shall be legendary.
>>27341931
Lurking currently.
>>27341992
FUCK
U
C
K
Happening
>>27341992
M-muh Octavia?
OH BOY HERE WE GO AGAIN
>It's a dark and stormy night
>Well, dark and cloudy at the very least
>Quite mild actually, for an evening on the East coast
>Especially considering it had only been two weeks since the last snow fall
>Didn't matter to you of course, cozied up in your little apartment
>Sure it was just a single room, but it's not like you had anyone over
>You know...ever
>But at least you had the internet
>It would never leave you at least
>Actually tonight was more interesting than usual
>Cruising around the gayest board on the web (second gayest if Reddit counted) a thread had piqued your interest
>Adjusting the patch covering your missing eye, you begin reading with the one you had left
>OP, the faggot, was offering two options to you
>You could go to Equestria, but you'd be friend-zoned forever despite being perfectly accepted
>Or you could bring your favourite to Earth, scared, lonely, completely dependent on you for everything, slowly falling in love over time...
>You hit that keyboard harder than Ray Rice as you type out your reply before anyone else can
>'Option 2'
>You weren't dickless wonderfag, you had needs man
>As you hit enter and reread the OP, the rest of its catches sink in
>Irrational, terrified, confused, and if anyone ever saw her....
>Even as you feel the weight of your haste pressing down on you, a sharp crack of lightening makes you jump out of your seat
>>27337872
>main menu
>options
>extras
>cheats
>teleport anon equestria ponyville
>activate sex
>expand dong
>exit main menu
time for some fun
>>27342212
>Slowly, as rain begins to patter down outside, you regain your composure and sit back down
>Refreshing the thread, you notice you're actually the third reply
>And that it had exploded with posts
>They keep piling up, and inside fifteen minutes it's hit 499 replies
>Almost immediately after number 499, a final post was made
>It was that famous picture of the fedora tipper, but for some reason the words set a chill in your core
>It simply read 'Good luck'
>On the next refresh, the bright red text of a furious god of cleanliness appear at the bottom of the thread
>Another peal of thunder sounds, and suddenly the lights go out
>For a moment, everything is still besides the fans winding down in your computer and the pounding of your heart
>A quork sounds from the other room, reminding you of your OTHER responsibility
>You sigh as your pulse slows down and comfort yourself knowing that at least your pet is okay
>Fumbling around in the dark, you manage to find your way over to the fridge and take out a bit of diced beef you had been saving for stew
>Sighing, you take a few of the smaller bits and grab the flashlight from the top of the refrigerator while you're at it
>You flip it on and nearly leap out of your skin as Huginn, your pet raven, flaps to an awkward landing on your shoulder
>You stroke his head and slowly feed him the bits of meat from your hand
>He'd been yours since you were a kid
>Your mother had brought him in after finding him in the backyard with a broken wing
>With the help of a veterinarian that lived across the street, you'd nursed him back to health
>After that, even though you'd tried to release him, he'd always come back
>Eventually, when you had moved out, he simply followed along when you'd driven to the new apartment
>Sure there might have been a “no pets” policy, but what the landlord didn't know wouldn't get you evicted
>>27342231
>Your thoughts turn back to the weird occurrence that had happened with that thread
>So many replies in such a short time
>And then that last one, the near instant deletion, and subsequent power outage
>But it's not like any of it could be real, you think
>After all, despite your highest wishes to the contrary, Equestria was just pure fiction
>You sigh in a mixture of relief and depression, happy that at least you hadn't hurt anyone with your moment of selfishness
>Suddenly, an almighty thud echoes from the balcony and Huginn flaps off your shoulder and jumps to his perch, cawing loudly in alarm
>The scare nearly gives you a heart attack, and your pulse skyrockets again
>Apprehensively, you make your way over to the glass doors to the outside and peer through the darkened glass with your eye
>There's a lump on your patio
>It's not small either, easily the size of a Saint Bernard, but still as the grave
>You open the sliding door and step out, immediately being lashed with heavy rain
>Resisting the urge to cry out for Jason, you place a hand on the lump with a great deal of caution
>You feel the texture of wet fur, but feathers as well, and your breath catches in your throat
>Abandoning your previous fear, you pick the ragged bundle up in your arms and rush it inside
>With a hum, the power comes back at last, and guilt nearly overwhelms you as you look down at what you're carrying
>In your arms, shivering and looking in a great deal of pain, is Gilda
>storytime gen is backfor the time being
>>27342242
nigga wut
>>27342240
>gilda
SHE IS NOT EVEN A PONY
>>27342249
Oh, you must be confused, I'm not sure any of these threads ever made it onto Homer's ebin PTS videos.
>>27338750
"Inside?"
That fucker has consumed pretty much all of my identity at this point.
Also, >>27338056, >>27338074, and >>27338033.
Option 1.
I don't wanna hurt any pomes, Equestria is literally Heaven, and I'm not having sex anyways.
Sex is overrated. Friendship is magic. And this world can just go and fuck right the hell off.
>>27342274
YOU'RE not be a pony
>>27342274
fite me irl, clarissa does what he wants
>>27342302
tell me where you live
>You are walking home in the rain. And you are very tired.
>Buckets, too. None of that 'delicate shower' shit.
>Perpetually unfazed as you always are, you tromp through the glossy puddles without so much as a complaint.
>You work a late job, so there isn't even the benefit of daylight on your trek. What you wouldn't give for some sunshine...or a sunshine pone.
>Yeah, you watchbthe magical horse cartoon. Far from the worst thing in the world. You didn't go to cons or any of that shit, at least.
>It'd kept you occupied since your accident, and that was good enough.
>The imageboard had gone to shit, though. Utterly droll writing generals that had long since died a death.
>One you had seen though, just before you had stepped out into the rain...
>A question thread. Two choices. The first was pretty uninspired, entry tier shit. The second was a bit more interesting.
>You always had liked PiE more than AiE.
>"Big Mac", you'd typed. Yeah, you liked the big guy. He was cute. Freckles and all. The few shitposts you'd gotten in replies had made your tight jaw crack into a smile, but it had long since been lost to the rain.
>Thankfully, your crappy apartment complex rolled into view, and you were soon climbing up the carpeted stairs to your room.
>It only takes three steps in to have almost everything you're wearing tossed aside. The weight of the wet clothes off your shoulders is amazing, like you'd lost ten pounds in an instant.
>Far from a small boy, your heavy steps ring through the silent apartment. There isn't much noise here in general these days, but that's besides from the point.
>Everything but your socks had gone flying in some other direction, and you make a beeline for your bathroom. Rumbling in relief, you round the corner and swing open your bathroom door.
>...and come face to face with a very haggard looking farmer pony.
>Who is at the perfect height to get a faceful of your junk.
"..."
>"..."
>Okay.jpg
So is this locked to established writefag only or others can join in.
>>27342389
Join in, don't at all feel like you can't
>>27342389
Anyone can join. That's how it always was.
>>27342389
Free to all who wish to write.
>>27342389
>>27342398
Forgot my name, but yeah.
>>27342389
join in and make my dick hard
>>27342368
FUCKING HOMOSEXUAL GTFO REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
>>27337872
The general this prompt belonged to is what got me to start browsing /mlp/ desu senpai
>>27342415
Fronk likes the D, for Dipshit I'm writing here
>>27342415
fukc you bitch
>>27337872
You say for option one that sex does not exist. Do you mean that in Equestria sex does not exist, and one would retain their memories of sex, or that sex not ceases to exist, thus removing any memories of sex in your mind, because if it's the ladder, then obviously the choice to pick would be option one. If you do not remember experiencing a thing that brings you great pleasure, than that thing wouldn't even be a factor in determining your happiness.
>>27342462
then get the d fag
>>27342242
So, is that a good or a bad thing?
>>27337872
>"Anon...can I walk outside just for a few minutes? I PROMISE I won't get caught."
"I'm sorry Trixie, we've been over this. No one can find out about you."
>"But who decided that?"
"It was the rules given to me when I chose Option 2."
>"Then why me?bI don't like staying in this smelly room all the time! I miss my...I miss my friend!"
"Trixie, you don't have any friends. That's why I chose you."
>"*sniff* I d-did too have a friend!"
"Like who? Wait, are you crying again? Just keep it down before my parents hear you."
>"Please Anon...*sniff*...I w-want to go back home. Even my m-magic doesn't work here."
"I'm sorry Trixie, you're stuck here. Remember if anyone finds out about you, you'll disappear forever. You'll never see me or any pony again."
>Trixie starts sobbing uncontrollably into your nearby pillow.
>You don't mind it as long as she can keep the noise down.
>>27342693
>"Trixie, you don't have any friends. That's why I chose you."
KEK
>>27342368
moar
>>27342693
>It's been three months since you made the wish to bring Trixie into your world.
>It hasn't been easy keeping her hidden and you're sure your Dad suspects something.
>But he trusts you enough to avoid surprise inspections.
>You figured that Trixie would be one of the ponies who had nothing else to hope for and wouldn't mind staying with you.
>However it seems she had a friend?
>Oh well, she's all yours now.
>You have plans for her and can't keep your eyes off her ponut whenever her tail moved about.
>But you were patient, you'll break her in soon enough.
>You also had the foresight to alter some of the rules you were given from Option 2.
>You told her that if anyone found out about her, she'll essentially disappear from both of your worlds.
>That was a lie though, in reality you don't know what would happen to her other than she'll be taken away from you.
>But you can't have that.
>You also can't have her too upset, you need to give her something to hope for.
>When you chose Option 2, you were told the pony will fall for you but oddly enough Trixie hasn't shown any affectionate behavior.
>She just lied about your room with the occasional grunts and just ate and sleep.
>Either way, you have needs that must be met.
>You leaned back on your bed and stroke Trixie's mane telling her that everything will be alright.
>She began to dry heave with her tail moving to the side.
>You saw her glistening ponut and started to reach for it.
>Your hands trembled nearing inches away from touching it but you stealthily pulled your hand back.
>Patience Anon...patience.
>Be of the Anon, choosing Option Two.
>Type in that faggot, Hatter as your choice.
>What could possibly go wrong?
>Two days later you get a screaming black bag in your face through your window.
>You are on the second story, and now bleeding from the face.
>Thankfully, the bag is now quiet, but you have a headache anyway.
>>27342756
>this anon
>being able to resist
I doubt this is based on a true story.
>>27342749
Tomorrow, I need to pass out
>>27342817
what was this? also, anymore posts tonight?
>>27343074
A Rejected Timeline.
...Will probably continue later.
>>27343074
incoming
>A wonderful sunny day on Earth.
>Cars pass by, clouds roll through the sky, but the one thing that always remains constant, is the sun.
>It gives warmth and light to the life beneath it, and dear FUCKING GOD MAKE IT STOP.
>It's 109° F, 95% humidity and a 99.9% chance of ass sweat.
>This isn't a fun day, you were lying before.
>In the midst of the summer, you sit on your recliner, wishing that you had the thing you wore on your head that was basically a rag.
>A do-rag? No, cowl.
>That's right, a cowl.
>Too bad you'rec-howlingfor cooler weather.
>It's too bad that you had a day-off today, normally you'd go out with your friends.
>That's a lie too, you don't have any friends.
>Just people who hang around and eat your food.
>There's one right now, let's call him Kirby.
>At least, you named him Kirby when you first met him because he literally ate all of your housewarming food when you got this apartment.
>He's sitting there on your couch, sprawled out with his not quite fat, not quite skinny, but most definitely unexercised body.
>”Hey, can we watch something that doesn't rot my brain? Maybe like that documentary of the North Pole, that's a good one...”
“You're a faggot who eats my food and sleeps here more than you do at your parents' house. I'm choosing the next channel.”
>”Fuck you, I've gotten better since I've been here!”
“Name one thing.”
>”I wear pants now, don't I?”
>You clench your eyes with your finger and thumb in awe of stupidity.
“Kirby, I told you I didn't have a problem with it but you have to wear underwear.”
>”You're just a prude. Or your dick's small-”
“YOU HAVE SMEGMA!”
>Kirby shuts right the fuck up after that, and you keep flipping through your Netflix mindlessly, the sweat of your brow starting to pour into your mouth, making you even more thirsty.
>Each flip of the channel makes you want to vomit into your own ass so you don't feel so dry in your colon.
>>27343171
>You apologize for that image, but it's fucking hot and-
>There's something you can watch.
“Hey, ever watch this?”
>The autoplay function of Netflix starts up the first episode, beginning an exposition about Equestria.
>That's right, Mein Leitle Poner.
>”Aww fuck, when did they get this back on?”
“I don't know, but it's about fuckin' time.”
>You see, you might think that Kirby is just a fucking waste of space who doesn't deserve to live right now.
>And you'd be surprised to find that the answer is exactly that.
>You don't mean to sound like a dick, but he really is a sack of shit.
>But he's your sack of shit.
>You're just the cart the sack goes on.
>The two of you met through a con, funny enough.
>The two of you sat together at the panel where they had the many voice actors of MLP read off one of the scripts with different voices from their career.
>The two of you laughed your ass off at Bender saying “Bite my great and powerful ass”, and the two of you have been vitriolic best buds ever since.
>He's just a ponyfag, possibly a brony; you're the one that's the depraved horsefucker.
>If that doesn't tell you something's wrong with him, then just keep reading.
>But anyways, the point is that you both love the little ponies on the big rectangular screen, so here's something you and him could watch to ride out this heat wave.
>But you've seen the premier so many times, you're getting bored pretty quickly.
>Kirby over there is just having a grand time, even sung along to the main theme.
>You always skipped it, but you're doing something else now anyways.
>/mlp/
>Why? Because the story requires the presence of the board, faggot.
>On your smartphone, you take a good look at the catalog, subtly drinking the overly-condensated glass of ice, which is no longer ice, just cool, refreshing water.
>You know, the thing that doesn't help your heat problem at all.
>”Hey, you even watching man?”
“I'm listening.”
>>27343175
>”Fine. You got anything to eat today?”
“I had a sandwich, there's more lunch meat if you want it.”
>Before you even finish, Kirby is up and headed for the kitchen.
>Dear fucking god.
>Eh, you're pretty well off, you can buy enough to support him.
>The main reason you haven't let him straight up move in is because of his lack of employment.
>No way you taking up a NEET.
>While he's busy making himself a monster between toast, you look through the catalog some more, having to wipe your phone's screen because of the sweat on your thumb.
>Then there's one that catches your eye.
>You're pretty sure this is just a repost, but you go into it anyways.
>Even if it was just for Twilight's crotch at full display in front of a computer.
>Two options, you see.
>Two options to read.
>You want to pick one.
>But two is just more fun.
>Now that you've got your autistic rhyming out of the way, you take a closer look at it.
>Well, option one is pretty straightfoward, but then again, you're going to have to relieve yourself at some point.
>You aren't quite sure if that counts, but you know that without genitals, they still have ponuts.
>And you're going to spring on that shit because of your lack of willpower.
>Goodbye portal to Equestria, so that's out.
>Option two makes you feel a little bit of guilt, but hey, your own personal fucktoy?
>Okay, you don't really want that, if you were gonna pick that option, you'd make it a pony you'd really want to be here, and that's the catch 22.
>The more you like that pone, the more bad it'll feel if they were caught, or worse yet, the fact that you stripped them from Equestria.
>
>Fuck everything, it's a fictional choice.
>As if on queue, Kirby comes back with a fucking quadruple toast BLT.
“Where did you even get bacon?!”
>”Found it underneath the extra coffee cream, what?”
“Whatever. Hey, if you could have any pony here right now, to f- talk to or whatever, who would you want?”
>>27343183
>Kirby gives you a condescending look.
>”You were going to say fuck, weren't you?”
“Yeah, but I know your delicate psyche couldn't handle xenophilia.”
>”I think the term is bestiality.”
“They're sapient, dipshit.”
>”...Don't you mean sentient?”
>You're about to launch 4th of July fireworks right up his ass, if it weren't for the flames that would make everything even hotter.
“Whatever, who would you pick?”
>He thinks for a moment as he watches Nightmare Moon get revealed to Ponyville on the TV.
>”Hmm… I guess Spitfire.”
>You didn't expect that.
“Why's that?”
>”She's like Rainbow Dash, but with a better color palette.”
“But Dash a shit.”
>”Says the sunfag.”
>And there we go.
>The only thing that you actually do like about the sun, is that its tattooed on the ass of your favorite.
>PRAISE THE SUN
“Yeah, looking at a thread on here. Option two is bring one here, and they'd fall in love with you. I'd go Celestia anyday.”
>”Of course you would.”
>Hey, what can you say?
>It's weird, after you said that out loud, your phone turned off by itself.
>The Samsung logo showed up too, so it was a hard shut down.
>It's almost as if it was punishing you for picking Sunbutt.
>Heh, maybe it was going to make you disappear just like a discovered option 2.
>That'd make the whole story real fun, just have the protagonist disappear after what, three posts?
>Fuck that.
>You try to turn the phone back on, but it's not responding.
>If this motherfucking piece of plastic and acid stopped working on you, you're going to shit thunder.
“Damnit...”
>”What's up?”
“Phone went blank. Just paid this off, too.”
>”Bummer man, you should've got an iPhone.”
>>27343186
“Cancer aside, I really can't get it to turn on. I didn't hit it hard or anything, it just... poofed off.”
>”Got the warranty?”
“Yes I got the fucking warranty, you rancid piece of fuckshit. Hey, you brought your car over here, right?”
>”Yeah, but as far as I know, I'm a rancid piece of shit, and last I checked feces can't drive.”
>This fucking guy.
“Sorry, sorry. I need to see if someone at the tech store can get this working again, but I only have enough gas to get to the station on my payday.”
>Kirby sighs, and sits back up, having already finished his monstrosity of a sandwich.
>”Just let me use the bathroom real quick.”
“How quick?”
>”It's a deuce.”
>You pray that he doesn't clog the toilet again.
>You hear the door slam, and after a few more tries, you finally get your phone back on.
>Thank fuck, that would've sucked.
>Since it takes Kirby literally eons to take a shit, you decide now would be the best time to take care of business.
>One zip of your pants later, and you're going to town on pubic… town.
>Everyone masturbates, but only you can squig a pinch in less than a minute.
>Pulling up your favorite white ass, you lick your lips, imagining you're licking just a little more.
>You're starting to climax with the force of a thousand suns, pun intended, when something thumps.
>Initially, you think it's in the bathroom and Kirby fell asleep on the can or something.
>But then you realize it's right in front of you.
>With a man.
>Standing right there.
>>27343193
“WHAT THE ACTUAL F-”
>>”Quiet down.”
>The mysterious man's tone somehow dulcied your decibels, and you close your mouth.
>>”Your wish is granted. But you are the only one who may see her. Remember this.”
>After a suspicious repetition of the second option's rules, you now notice there's a very large burlap sack on the ground next to him.
>The dark-clad stranger begins to fade away from existence, only when it dawns upon you that this is because of the thread.
“Wait!”
>The fading momentarily stops, giving you one request.
“...Did you seriously just teleport in here while I'm wanking my dick? Couldn't have just shown up 30 seconds later?”
>His form disappears completely as you ask, but you could've sworn his eyebrow raised.
>Now that you think about it, maybe that wasn't the best thing to ask him.
>You stand up slowly, looking over the sack that he left, the realization now kicking you in the fucking head.
>Oh god, that's actually her.
>Equestria's fucked.
>...
Comments and critique always wanted for improvement. Won't be able to continue tonight but, should people want it, I should have time tomorrow. So long as people wanna keep writing, anyone can try their hand
>>27343203
MOAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
>>27337872
statistically, i pick C
>>27337872
option 1, cuddles forever
>>27343203
Looking good so far, hopefully the storytime curse doesn't catch you.
>>27343233
IT IS TOO LATE FOR ME
>>27337872
i
choose the second option.
>>27337872
The first one. I might not get to sex up twiley but I can still hug the shit out of her when she does something cute. I'll just tell her it's an instinctual response in humans.
>>27343203
Moar
>>27343203
Moar
Spine bump
Okay, so since we got this back up, I decided to act as the confidant of all these horrible writers.We got some old folks and some new talent here.
Nehem - Rewrite of his Fluttershy story.
Trixiefapper - Option 2 with Celestia.
Clarissa - Option 2 with Gilda.
Fronk - Option 2 with Big Mac.
Obzedat - Currently undecided.
There's also more writers to come in the following week if we manage to convince them to write.
Proof included so no one can call bullshit on me.
>>27344383
>when someone tries to fraud
I'm onto you Majongles.
>>27344422
there are some times when i wish you didn't exist
Boy does THIS prompt bring back memories.
Hard bump
>>27344823
It really does, I almost shit myself when I saw it was real.
I need moar of this >>27343203 and this >>27342309
And this >>27342756
>>27339231
Aaand back.
>In all seriousness though, you aren’t sure what this means.
>The very fact that a fictional character is sitting here in this container and is at the same time looking like a living cartoon defies the laws of physics.
>You start looking around, hoping that reality isn’t starting to crumble.
>Well, you aren’t hurdling up into the sky, and there’s no bright white light emerging from the fabric of reality, so you suppose that everything is holding together for right now.
>Steeling yourself, you look back over to examine the Pegasus once more.
>Though it’s dark, you can see that her eyes are closed.
>Is she dead? It’s hard to hear if she’s breathing or not.
>Only one way to find out.
>Slowly you extend your hand, somewhat nervous about actually touching the pony.
>You immediately feel warmth when your hand finally makes contact with her side.
>Before long you also feel the sensation of her chest rising and falling with her breathing.
>Good sign. You won’t have to bury any bodies tomorrow, then.
>Another cold breeze reminds you that you are completely exposed to the outside weather.
>Seriously, spring is here, why does it still look and feel like winter?
>Whatever, you’ve got a box to lug back to your room.
>Sure, you may not exactly be pleased with the whole turn of events, but you aren’t going to just leave a living thing out to be exposed to the elements.
>Okay, so you don’t take in every homeless person you pass on the street, but that’s different.
>Crouching down, you slide your hands under the crate, careful to not touch any glass that may lie beneath it.
>It isn’t all that difficult to lift it up, and before too long, you are headed back to your room.
>Despite checking the house, and obvious signs that this wasn’t any ordinary break in, you can’t help but feel nervous.
>You don’t really have any close neighbors, socially or physically. The nearest police station is in the city, while you live in a more remote area.
>>27346320
>Remote as in, “There’s a big ass forest beyond my back yard.”
>Your ass could get murdered and it would be days before someone got suspicious enough to consider investigating.
>Oh well, enough of what might have happened, you have to think of how to deal with this situation.
>At this point, you’ve arrived back at your bedroom and set the crate at the foot of your bed. The air from your broken window is still following you in, it seems.
>You shut the door and tuck a stray shirt you found on the floor beneath it.
>It’s going to suck dealing with this for the next day or two.
>With that problem covered up for now, you turn on your desk lamp and return to your unexpected guest.
>Opening the container once more, you are able to make out Fluttershy’s features a lot easier this time.
>She appears to only have a few minor lacerations on her front hooves and back.
>You aren’t sure about bruises though, due to the fact that she has fur.
>It might be a good idea to at least check some vital spots for them, though.
>First is the head. You reach in and begin to brush back different bits of fur on different parts of her cranium.
>Nothing in particular stands out.
>Next you check on her sides. Nothing there, either.
>As you retract your hand, the crate’s occupant starts to move around a bit, seemly trying to find a more comfortable position in the wooden confinement.
>Guess you should probably get her out of there.
>Doing your best not to alert the pale colored mare, you carefully slide your hands under her midsection and scoop her out.
>She weighs about the same as a mid-sized dog, so most of the weight earlier came more from the crate.
>You softly set her on your bed, somewhat relieved that you wouldn’t have to lift any more stuff for the night.
>Sitting on the bed next to the pony, you begin to get lost in thought.
>Questions run through your mind.
>The most obvious being how?
>You watch the show, and somehow one of the main characters appears through your window.
>>27346326
>This was either one hell of a coincidence, or you entered the horsefucker lottery without knowing.
>Wait, didn’t you post on that thread that started almost just like this..?
>That’s going to be something to investigate in the morning.
>In the meantime, you notice the unconscious equine next to you begin to quiver.
>Your arm extends without thinking to start rubbing her back.
>Within seconds, the shaking subsides.
>You find yourself letting out a small chuckle at the sight.
>For what feels like the first time today, you speak.
“This… is gonna be an interesting day.”
>>27346331
Moar
>>27338004
Knowing Pinkie, I can imagine she'd suck my intestines through my pengus.And it arouses me greatly
oh hey look, this thread again
>>27346621
Ayy
bumpoo
>>27347427
rebumpoo
>>27346331
>The past few minutes have been enough to wake you back up.
>Your nightstand clock shows the time to be 2:54 AM.
>Going to sleep at midnight means you’ve gotten a little less than three hours of sleep.
>Fuck it. You’ll just take some time to get things together in your head, and maybe browse the web a bit while you’re at it.
>What kind of preparations should you make for the first encounter?
>Food might be a good start.
>You’re sure you have something decently vegetarian around here somewhere.
>Taking your hand off the pony, you rise from the bed.
>Before leaving to raid the fridge, you take an extra blanket from the closet and drape it over her back.
>Stepping out of the door and back into the rest of the house, you make your way to the kitchen, turning off the thermostat on the way.
>Confident that your heat bill won’t be risen from the incident, you continue to the kitchen.
>There really isn’t much in the kitchen in terms of fruits or vegetables, but that shouldn’t be hard to work around.
>After a few minutes of scouting around, you settle on just getting some peanut butter, some bread, and a banana to make a sandwich.
>You finish the meal making process by pouring a glass of milk and bringing it all back to your bedroom.
>Finding some open space on your night stand, you set down the plate and glass.
>What else?
>You can’t really think of anything right now.
>For now, you’ll just browse the net again.
>Gotta do something, right?
>Perhaps you’ll check back on the thread from earlier.
>You flop onto your desk chair and wake your computer back up.
>Maybe this is just the start on an equine invasion and there are others on the same thread having their houses damaged by the dynamic entries.
>Speaking of, you’ll have to check with your insurance to see if alien invasions are covered in your plan.
>Can you even sue otherworldly beings for damages?
>Eh, there’d be no use, even though this is America and you probably could.
>That would be a dick move, anyway.
>>27348512
>Time goes by fairly fast as your insane mind wanders.
>You completely forget about looking for the thread and end up on a completely different website than you started out on.
>Soon, your trance is broken when you hear murmurs and the rustling of covers from behind you.
>>27348525
bump for moar
>>27337872
Dont give a shit about sex. Sign me up for option 1
>>27337872
What if someone forced option 2 on you?
>>27349980
I'd probably inform somebody so that the pone would disappear and I could go back to having my privacy.
>>27337872
Option two is impossible if you live with people like I do. Maybe if it was extended to "people within your household may be allowed to know, but if it's anyone else than it's bye bye" then it'd be better for everyone in general.
Kinda hard keeping a 4 ft horse with a flowing mane in an apartment shared with 5 people.
Bump
WTF WRITE SOMETHING
>>27342240
>The seconds tick by like hours as you stare down at the gryphon in your arms
>Shock has drained your rational mind entirely and frozen you in place
>Despite the reintroduced electricity, the room seems quieter than a mausoleum
>So it's a surprise to you when your first thought is “That's not a pony”
>The absurdity of such a flicker of thought finally snaps you back to the present and sets your mind racing
>Fortunately instead of having an existential crisis about posts on the internet and how they impact other realities, your better nature takes over
>You set Gilda down on the one couch you have and fetch a thick towel from the bathroom
>When you come back, you give her a more thorough examination before you even think of drying her off
>It's only then you notice her left wing
>At first glance, it looks okay, but when you look closer...
>Near the end the wing turns from a graceful arc into a sharp turn downwards, clearly broken
>What's more, most of the primary feathers are either snapped or plucked clean out
>You swallow and scratch the back of your head, then turn your back on Gilda and sprint to your computer
>Over the next half hour you pore over every reference image of Gilda's wings you can find
>Another half hour sees you comparing them to various other birds, finding the closest match possible to her wing shape, down to the angle of feathers
>And finally, gathering the materials for splinting a bird wing properly
>But more of course, she wasn't exactly normal bird sized
>At last, you're ready
>>27353251
>You move as quietly as possible back to the gryphon sprawled over your couch
>Before anything, you do a gentle, swift examination of her vitals
>Her breathing is steady, if shallow and rattling oddly
>There's no obvious blood, on the surface at least
>But as you move to touch her wing and begin to splint it, a slight noise stops your hands dead
>A strange squeaking emanates from Gilda's limp form
>For all the world it sounds like the whimper of a puppy, but in the same staccato of a bird chirping
>You stay frozen, hands hovering over her
>The guilt of exactly what you've done stills you to your core
>It's hard for you to even breathe
>A moment of selfishness tore someone away from everything they knew and cared for, and thrust them into the unknown and why?
>Because it was just a dumb thread
>Almost unconsciously, you gently start patting the feathers of her wing dry in preparation
>Your thoughts continue along the same path though
>How were you supposed to know that this was going to happen?
>You'd never believed any of those retarded theories about the multiverse or whatever
>So it was totally impossible to blame you for this
>But despite you being blameless, you still have to deal with the consequences
>The universe was unfair like that
>But hey, now you'd get to hang out with Gilda!
>Right as soon as you patch her up of course
>And with that thought, you yank yourself back to the present and prove that the internet isn't complete trash
>>27353262
>Throughout the entire operation Gilda keeps making the whimpering noise
>You suppose crossing space and time is more than mildly traumatic
>It was bad enough to break her wing, who knows what it could have done to her mind
>But you're no psychologist, so you focus on the things you can fix
>Eventually you get the wing positioned as close to all the references as possible and set it with your materials
>Having done the best job you can, you go ahead and start drying off the rest of her
>As you do so, Huginn hops along the back of the couch, croaking curiously at the strange creature occupying it
>You scratch his back feathers as you work the towel along Gilda's back
“She's going to be our guest for a little while Huginn. That means no pecking her, got it?”
>For his part, the raven looks at you and cocks its head sideways, looking as though it's asking why
>That or making a sarcastic comment about speaking to animals
>As you're smiling to yourself about that last thought, you notice Gilda's eyes snap open
>And then, near instantly, you're against the opposite wall and staring at a furious gryphon stalking towards you
>>27337872
If I do something sexual to a pony, how long does it take for me to get sent back to Earth? More specifically, do I have time to jerk off on Twilight's face? This is kind of a deal breaker.
>>27353297
that's my fetish
>>27342817
>Being shit with knots, you just tear the bag open, revealing a small grey pone wearing a tiny black hat, lying all unconcious (Probably).
>There doesn't seem to be any blood, apart from your own all over the bag.
>You proceed to quietly call hatter-pone a faggot, and tuck it into a blanket burrito.
>It's too early for this shit.
>Hatterpone proceeds to sleep the day away.
>Or is dead.
>You don't really give a shit today, it's a busy day.
>Tending to your garden is full of the usual difficulties, fending off kangaroos, spraying dinnerplate sized spiders, and so on.
>Weeds are a bitch as usual, but hey, atleast you own the land.
>THISISMYCASTLE.jpg
>Come back inside to find hatsy wasting power with shitposts on some christian forum.
“Stop getting yer grimy mitts on me computer, faggot”
>Drag hatsy back upstairs, and put it into the shame corner, despite the "But anon, i need this, I LIVE FOR THIS" and other such complaints.
page 9 bump
>>27353265
Go on...
>>27351293
>"Anonymous, aren't mares with a penis just stallions."
>>27353265
I wish to see the next part.
>>27353265
keep it coming, writefriend
>>27339231
>Will there ever be a day where OP actually delivers?
Bump
>>27348525
>In the dim light, you see Fluttershy’s eyes slightly crack open.
>It begins.
>This might very well be first contact.
>Better make a good impression of humanity, Anon.
>You swivel around to face the pony as she awakens.
>Her head heavily lifts up, looking around groggily.
>You wait for her to get her bearings straight.
>Her large eyes slowly focus, pupils changing to the correct size for the current level of light.
>For a time, the mare just looks around, trying to take in her dim surroundings.
>It isn’t until you raise your arm to scratch the back of your head that she seems to notice you.
>The two of you lock gazes.
>Only now do you realize it’s just a little uncanny having something with such big eyes looking at you.
>You’ve never been one to back down from a staring contest, though.
>Silence fills the room while the two of you just look into each other’s faces.
>Nobody blinks.
>Your gut rumbles a bit, causing a bubble to rise up into your chest.
>Fluttershy tilts her head slightly, trying to make sense of the situation.
>The gas travels up to your throat, the tense situation not slowing it down in the slightest.
>Unconsciously, you push it out through your mouth.
>The sound that comes out can only be described as the roar of a lion with a bad case of gas.
>And with that, you now also know that ponies might be the only living creatures on this planet to break the sound barrier without the use of a machine.
>As your mighty display of gaseous power took place, the Pegasus had instantly bolted from your bed to an unknown location, blanket still attached.
>Well, the certainly could have gone better. But hey, at least you won the staring contest, right?
>You should probably look for her. She couldn’t have gotten far with your door closed.
>Standing up, you make your way towards your bed, but it isn’t long before you find out where the frightened pony went.
>Downward, you see a long bunch of pink hair sticking out from beneath your bed.
>>27359819
>Speaking with a calm, low voice, you attempt to reassure her.
“Uhh...”
>”S-stay away..!”
>You should have known that it wouldn’t be easy.
“Hey, I’m uh… I’m sorry about that. I just had a bad burp, that’s a-“
>A growling sound comes from her position.
>Oh shit. Is she transforming?
>You fall back on your ass against the wall.
>Was this all a clever ruse? Are you going to get eaten and not even have a corpse to leave?
>A yellow blur collides with your torso.
>It’s too late now. The grip is too tight.
>You squint your eyes, waiting for the inevitable feeling of teeth sinking into your flesh.
>However, that feeling never comes.
>Another growl, and the grip tightens.
>The beast holding onto your body begins to shake.
>Breathing is difficult, and life is slowly turning into suffering.
>You open your eyes, ready to face your demise.
>When you look down, you don’t see the flesh devouring monster you were expecting.
>Instead, you see the familiar form of a quivering pony, holding onto you for dear life.
>Instant relief.
>You hear the same sound from earlier, and with a clearer mind, it’s easy to tell what it is.
>The sound of hunger, and this time, you’re pretty sure it isn’t the hunger for human flesh.
>You attempt to choke out some reassurance.
“H-hey… don’t be af… afraid. It’s just your… stomach.”
>Some seconds pass before this registers to her, and she slowly loosens her grip.
>Then quickly backs up to the middle of the room when she sees just what she was burying her face into.
>You get to your knees, deciding that standing would probably cause some intimidation with your height.
>An idea strikes, and you twist to the nightstand to grab the food you made.
“You must be pretty hungry. I’m not sure what you might like for food, so I just made this. How are you feeling?”
>Carefully sliding the plate and glass to her, you back up a bit and wait for a response.
>Fluttershy eyes the sandwich a bit before sniffing it and responding.
>”I’m… Fine.”
>>27359826
MORE MORE MORE MOAR!!!!!!!
>>27342368
I want moar
>>27360457
same
>>27338020
Sauce on that?
>>27359826
moar moar
>>27338020
sauce please anons
>>27338020
>>27361596
>>27361842
I can't quite remember which one is being mentioned, but most of the stories are on here http://pastebin.com/u/FrankHogs555
I know though that Odd's isn't fully updated on there though.
If anyone wants, I can start working on a pastebin compilation list.
>>27361903
write moar
>>27342368
>So that bullshit on /mlp/ had done something.
>There was no solid evidence to base this on, but you just sort of had a feeling. Life had a tendency to bitchslap you with ironic shit like this.
>After a more than awkward pause, you pull yourself from your stunned 'there's a pone in my house' stupor and grab a towel to cover yourself.
>Mac is visibly relieved, and the less skeeved out he is, the better this is going to go down for the both of you.
>Clearing his throat, he glumly asks, "Don't s'pose you know where I am. Or how I got here."
>You miss when you could talk.
>It's shitty having to lie, but telling Mac it's indirectly your fault that he's here would probably make it hard for you to tell him. And letting him get seen is a one way ticket to God knows where.
>You promise yourself to tell him when you figure out what in the flip floppity fuck you're going to do, and shake your head.
>The cherry red pony wilts a bit, but all things considered, you're both taking this pretty well. "So, I'm...not bein' held here?"
>You shake your head again, and then give him a pained look. One step outside and he's bound to get hauled off somewhere and killed. Probably a glue factory. And you couldn't let that happen to best male pony.
>Waiting for your answer, the patient, unmoving stone he usually is, you answer by motioning to your stomach, asking if he's hungry. He cocks his head in a sluggish sort of way, but eventually gets the gist of the message.
>"Eeyup," is his only answer, and he seems at least a little happier. You move out of his way, allowing him to slowly clop past you.
>"And uh," he says, a sheepish afterthought, "Maybe y'wanna get dressed...?"
>Fuck. You give him a nod, and shut the door behind you, pressing your back into it and slumping downward a bit.
>A breath you didn't know you'd been holding in came out all at once. What in the FUCK was happening?
>>27362173
yes
>>27343203
I'm not going to be like the rest of the hyperactive anons in here yelling "moar". Continue this when possible, pal
>>27337872
Equestria. Easy choice.
They could finally get a competent villain then.
>>27337872
>Option 2
>It's 1 AM in the morning
>Browsing /mlp/ for something interesting
>Two choices thread
>Hey, these are usually pretty entertaining.
>They sometimes have pretty good writers too.
>What harm is there in leaving a reply?
"If I had to choose; Option 2. I'm not about to get sucked into pastel land."
>Post
>You wonder when the parts you ordered for your corvette are going to arrive.
>It's already been a week.
>You're a total car enthusiast, and after grinding 2 jobs for a few years you'd finally been able to buy a new C7 Corvette.
>Feelsgoodman
>Your Corvette was your only motivation to get out of bed sometimes.
"Might as well deal with those wheel wells."
>After only 3 weeks of owning the C7, you'd starting modding it.
>First, an intake.
>Then an exhaust.
>Then some weight reduction.
>Then an ECU reflash.
>Every time you gained some power, you got used to it after a day or two, which led to more mods.
>And more power.
>This time, it was stripping the rear wheel wells of plastic to make room for bigger tires.
>30 minutes pass
>Your doorbell rings through the house.
>This is unusual, as you live in the middle of a pine forest in a cabin, about 15 minutes away from the nearest civilization.
>You look out the garage door window to see a UPS truck pulling away.
>At last!
>Maybe your new harness has finally arrived.
>You rush out to the front door, and retrieve a medium size cardboard box from the doorstep.
>It has the SIMPSON Racing Equipment logo on it, so it's definitely it.
>You open the box, and sure enough.
>The 5-point harness you ordered 2 weeks ago.
>Thunder rumbles outside, and you notice it getting darker.
"Let's throw this in real quick."
>You head back to your garage, and open the C7's driver side door to get to work.
>As you bolt the two waist straps to the floor, the thunder grows louder outside, and the wind starts to pick up outside the cabin.
>Then, mid-installation, you hear another sound.
>>27363503
>A car door slamming, (presumable the same vehicle) starting and driving off.
>Out here?
>Literally in the middle of the woods?
>You poke your head out of the Corvette just in time to see through the garage window, a white van pulling away.
>What did they do?
>Curious, yet cautious, you step towards the garage door and peer out the window in the direction of the front door.
>An oddly shapen burlap sack, tied shut with twine, lies on your porch.
"What in God's name could that be?"
>You stop for a moment, and think.
>Did you order anything that would come in a burlap sack?
>Not that you can remember.
>You walk through the house, to the front door.
>You peer around the area, just to be sure there isn't someone waiting to jump you the moment you step outside.
>Nothing out of the ordinary.
>Damn.
>Living out in the woods can be nerve-racking sometimes.
>You open the door, and study the sack carefully.
>It's sitting in such a way that would suggest that its contents are quite oddly shapen.
>You nudge it with your foot.
>Its contents have some resistance, so it's not like a bag of grain, or apples or anything.
>Rain starts falling on the pavement of your driveway outside the porch.
>You look back down to the sack, contemplating your next move.
"Well, there's no use just letting it sit on the porch."
>You decide to bring it in, and investigate its contents.
>You grab it by the neck, and hoist it up.
>It's surprisingly heavy, maybe 40 pounds at least.
>You bring it in, and set it on your living room floor.
>Upon closer inspection, the sack looks rather old, and dirty.
>All beat up and stuff.
>And the twine is knotted and frayed in such a way that would take you HOURS to untie.
>Knife to the rescue.
>You cut the old twine, and it falls away.
>The neck of the sack slackens and opens up.
>You lean over to peer inside
>IMMEDIATELY JUMP BACK
"...WHAT?!"
>This has got to be some kind of joke.
"How is this even possible?"
>For in that sack, lied Octavia, the pony.
Holy SHIT. This brings back some goddamn memories. As a veteran of old StoryTime, (as in I actually wrote shit) I am disappointed in the rehash of the ideas. Could have done so much better.
>>27363971
Good to see the old gang together though. Might get choked up.
>>27343203
>If you had known this was going to be real, you'd have picked a pone that wasn't, you know, not as tall as you were with a technicolor automotion mane and tail.
>But also, holy shit this is real.
>You're not even sure what to do right now.
>You start moving towards the bag, but you then think about the fact your hard cock is still flapping around, start to put it back in, but curiosity gets the best of you and you go towards the bag anyways.
>Before you make it there, you stop in your tracks, hearing a flush.
“...Oh shit.”
>Looking back, you calculate that you have approximately 20 seconds before he comes back out.
>He might be a pig-ass eater who likes flashing his dick to random people, but he at least washes his hands.
>But in this case, it doesn't matter because this sudden opportunity is going to be history if you don't think of something fast.
>C'mon brain, don't let your master down!
plegh
>Fucking damnit, you drowned it in too much alcohol today.
>Guess you'll have to come up with something yourself.
>Looking around frantically, you start grasping the bag with fervor, and shout the first thing that comes to your mind.
“Hey, you better have flushed twice!!”
>There's a momentary silence besides your sudden struggle to lift over 100 pounds off the ground.
>”But there's nothing in the toilet!”
“I don't give a shit, … Get it?”
>”Fuck you, dude!”
“Whatever, just flush again so the pipes don't burst like I did inside your mom last night!”
>”UUUGH.”
>The instant you hear more footsteps towards the bathroom, you breathe out air as you lift as hard as you can, managing to lift the alicorn-filled bag a few inches, which is all you needed.
>Your dick slapping against what, with your luck, probably is her head, you do a duck walk as fast as humanly possible with your nonexistent biceps flexing harder than your Oscar Mayer Weiner.
>It's going great, you're already halfway to the bedroom when you hear a massive THUMP.
>>27364165
>You look down, and realize the bag is too fucking big for the skinny hallway.
>You either hit her horn, or her massive ass.
>Celestia dabestia ass.
>But that's NOT GOOD RIGHT NOW SHE WON'T FIT.
>You try again at a different angle, and you try tightening the neck within your grip to slacken the angle of the bag's droop.
>It barely works, and she manages to get completely stuck between the wall.
>”There's your second flush, Hitler.”
“Did you wash your-”
>”YES, CAN WE GO TO THE STORE NOW?!”
>You'd scream no, but you're running out of your well of ideas very quickly.
>You try budging the bag some more, but it's not even touching the ground its so jammed.
>You have yet to see movement in the bag, so she's still asleep or outcold, but you have T-minus 5 seconds to think of something fast.
“..Uuuh, uh, yeah, just uuh, the receipt is in my bottom drawer in the bed- er, bathroom, can you get it real quick?”
>A slight hesitation occurs.
>”Why the hell would your receipt be in the bathroom drawer?”
“If you look, I'll spot you Pizza Hut tonight, no budget!”
>A few seconds later, and you hear the door close again, rummaging noises intensifying.
>It never fails!
>Now, how to get this Goddess of an entire world unwedged from your shitty apartment hallway…
>Perfect.
>You kneel down and crawl underneath the bag, and sprint to your room as fast as I can't think of anymore ways to say ASAP.
>Slamming open the door, you and your exceedingly hard dick look around the room.
>When you spot it, you snatch it up and pass through the gates of hell once more.
>WD-40.
>Unscrewing the cap, you pour copious amounts of oil on both sides of the bag, front and back, emptying the entire canister.
>Once completed, you jump back over and you psyche yourself out for a moment, walking rapidly for a few moments and breathing quickly.
>>27364172
>Once you feel ready, you get into a football stance, and you rush forward with all of the might your pelvic air thrusting has given you over the years.
>With one powerful push, you throw your shoulder into the bag, and it launches past the walls.
>Then you immediately regret your decision.
>As the bag unclenches its stubborn grip against the walls, Celestia's horn clips the corner of the hall, and some sort of latent magical essence makes a light spark.
>And it ignites that wall's side of oil, enflaming the entire hallway in one shot.
>Through the sudden flames, you also see the bag fly past the bedroom door with a ball-receding thud, and it rolls right into your bedroom dresser.
>The 50” LED TV that sits upon the dresser then tumbles, and falls onto the bag, glass shattering everywhere.
>But you don't give a shit about that, considering your house is now on fire.
“OH GOD!”
>”What?”
“N-N….NOTHING! NOTHING AT ALL! HEY, KEEP SEARCHING FOR THAT- OW, SHIT!”
>”What?!”
>You hold back your hand, looking subtly annoyed at the first degree burn on your oil-laden finger, trying to put it out.
>This is not going well.
>You take a step back, and rush through the ring of fire that is your hallway with your head and arms tucked into your torso.
>You feel flickering flames licking against your skin and clothes, but you thankfully don't combust.
>There's no more time for games, it's time to end this.
>You march into the bathroom, pushing open the door and moving past Kirby and the toilet, grabbing the fire extinguisher.
>”Oh god, what did you do? WHY IS YOUR DICK OUT?!”
>You pass by an instantly distraught Kirby, who whimpers as your dick passes mere inches from his face, and you pull up the nozzle of the extinguisher.
>You pull off the clip and aim at the base of the flame like you were always taught, your black hole stomach might-as-well-be-roommate trying to ask you what in the hell is happening.
>>27364180
>Unfortunately, as you press the trigger of the armed extinguisher, it turns out that it's a full-sized retail Class B:C S-9873, and you've never used one in your entire life.
>As the nozzle launches its fervent torrent, your grip slips and it whaps you right in the face, stars and lights replacing your vision.
“NIGGERFUCKER, GHHHH-”
>As you hold your newly-attained black eye, the nozzle flies the extinguisher right into the flames.
>Then there's an explosion of white, knocking you right on your ass.
>And all was still.
>…
>It takes a minute for you to register what happened.
>Kirby, too.
>The two of you sit there, one leaning against an ashfoam-covered toilet seat.
>The other with an erect dick, a black eye and a bloody nose.
>You slowly get up, looking at the damage that's just been done to your house.
>While nothing is on fire anymore, there's massive amounts of foam coating the entire hallway, and any portion that's not covered is blackened ash from the fire.
>It's spread through your carpet, with a splash radius that goes all the way through your bedroom and bathroom.
>There's a most likely battered alicorn princess outcold in a dirty sack, covered by a broken TV that you now have to replace.
>So your first action after letting the events of recent sink in, is zip up your pants, your open-mouthed shock expression unchanged.
>”...What in the actual -fuck- were you doing, Anon?!”
“I had a visitor.”
>>27364183
>Kirby gets himself up and walks up next to you, his semi-fat face getting far too close to yours.
>”What kind of visitor came that just set fire to your apartment? And were you trying to molest them or something?!”
>You honestly don't have any idea what to say, or how to say it.
>You just turn your head and look at him.
“..I, uhh… Need to clean up. Can you come back tomorrow?”
>Kirby looks over the mess one more time, then throws his hands up.
>”I just thought it was a messed up phone. Whatever. Going to Pizza Hut. See you tomorrow.”
>He stomps his way through the foam, and you hear your front door open, you still standing there, taking in the mess.
>”Oh, and your dick is small!”
>To that, your bitchfriend slams the door.
>You move through the clutter of destruction, and take a look inside of your bedroom.
>All is still.
>For a moment, anyways.
>A second or two after you look in, a bright orange glow envelopes your broken television, and it flies off to the side of the room, hitting the shelf full of games, breaking the shelf itself and all the games within slide onto the ground, creating even more of a mess.
>And you see an alabaster white mare with a flowing mane, holding her bruised and cut head.
>”...Mmff, I certainly didn't expect to wake up like this...”
>Her voice is heavenly, even better than in the show.
>However, you're too scared to say anything.
>She looks up with her violet eyes, and spots you, in all of your burnt, ashed, bloody-nosed and black eyed glory, in the doorway.
>You look back at her, and during the staring contest, a bit of fire reignites on the wall.
>...I don't even know, more soon I hope
>>27363971
Wait though. Who are you?
>>27364274
Give me a minute. I'll let you know.
>>27353265
>Out of nowhere, Huginn swoops down and pecks at Gilda's face, croaking furiously
>She screeches and leaps sideways, slamming her broken wing into the wall
>Another screech of pain and she collapses to the ground, shivering
>Slowly, carefully you approach her prone form
>You hear that same whimpering sound as before, punctuated with quiet sobs
>With a gentle grip, you pick her up and bring her back over to the couch
>Huginn perches on your shoulder when you set her down, clacking his beak in a warning to the gryphon
>You pet the top of the raven's head and reexamine the bandaged wing
>It doesn't look like she shifted it at all, which is good
>But the impact alone would have been excruciating
>Gilda's breath is coming in gasps, and her eyes are wide open and fixed on you
>You sit at the other end of the couch from where you laid her and force yourself to relax
>Huginn hisses and snaps his beak at Gilda, until you take a peanut from a dish on your coffee table and feed it to him
>For her part, Gilda continues to stare at you silently and barely even blinks
>You do your best to ignore her and turn on the television
>You flick to a news channel, just so you can have some background noise then return your gaze to Gilda
>Her feathers puff out and you notice her wings twitch as you do
>It'd be adorable if she hadn't just thrown you across the room
>So you decide to extend a bit of an olive branch to her
>>27364356
“Are you hungry?”
>Her eyes narrow and she looks you up and down before nodding her head silently
>Huginn flaps his wings to balance on your shoulder as you stand and make your way to the fridge
>You take out a few more pieces of the beef, and Huginn nips at your ear as you close your hands around them
>Before going back to Gilda, you walk over to a cage you kept around for the rare occasion that you actually needed to get the raven to fuck off
>In this case you reluctantly decide it's needed, if only to keep Gilda as calm as you can
>With that done, you walk back to the couch, sit at the opposite end, and lay the bits of meat out in front of the gryphon
>She stares at you, slowly moving her head forward towards the beef
>Then in a blink, her head snaps forward and she gulps down a chunk of the food before cringing further back into the cushions, unbroken wing flared out
>It startles you and you jerk backwards, but don't make any movements towards her
>Gilda repeats the motions the same way until there's not meat left and licks her beak
>You scoot a bit closer, and she lashes her tail and shrinks back from you
“Easy, I'm not going to hurt you.”
>Her wings droop slightly at your gentle tone, but she remains cowering into the cushions
>You stop about a foot away from her, trying to keep from crowding her
>Despite everything, Gilda seems to be much calmer than earlier
>Granted the only measures you have of her are passed out and murderous fury
>But now you have scared wariness to add to the scale
>And even if she wouldn't respond, you were going to keep talking to her
>You know she can talk after all
>It's that time of the night again.
>Browsing /mlp/ for the last few hours. The usual schedule for a slightly overweight, 27 year old man like yourself.
>As you'd expect, all you see is shitposting and generals. Ugh. Shit pisses you off.
>You throw an empty water bottle at the screen in frustration. It bounces off with a *tink*, right back at your head with a *bon*.
>The 4k monitor tips backward, setting off a chain of events that rival fuckin' Armageddon. Aliens will tell their children the tale of how Earth was fucked the hell up, uninhabitable till the heat death of the universe, for generations to come. It is biblical.
>Actually, it just tips over the old glass Sprite bottle you have.
>Damn, you kind of wish Satan would rip the asshole of Earth with his candy-apple cock formed from the souls of the damned.
>Life was kind of boring for you, to be honest. You held a stable job; had a nice, comfortable house with expensive tech. It was all anyone your age could ask for.
>But you, however, weren't satisfied. You wanted more... something. Spice up life a little. You aren't quite sure.
>In your over exaggerated thoughts of absolute Armageddon, you find a thread with no title.
>Further investigation reveals it was *drum roooooooooooll*
>Another general. Fuck.
"I'm sick and tired of these motherfucking generals! If I see one more goddamn general..."
>After a breath, you calm down enough to read the post, which you unknowingly opened in a new tab in your pure, unadulterated rage.
>"You have 2 choices."
>Both generic as fuck choices, but you decide to pity the thread, against your better judgment.
>You post:
"Once I take a copius amount of pain medication from seeing another general, I'll pick option 2 1/2."
'Hah. Beat that faggots.'
Hey guys. Long time no see. -ss2
>>27364360
“Listen, I'm going to go look something up. Please don't destroy anything, or attack Huginn, while I'm doing it, alright?”
>She keeps silent, but curls up in the corner of the couch and folds her wing partially over her face
>It's folded down enough for her to keep watching you as you cross the room to your computer
>Now that you think of it, that's a bit creepy
>But as that thought crosses your mind, a bit of guilt starts creeping back with it
>She DID deserve to be suspicious of you
>After all, you were the one who brought her here
>But she didn't know, or didn't need to know, that
>Not yet at least
>You pull up the history on your computer and manage to find the thread fairly quickly
>You punch the post number into the archive and pull it up
>Before you did anything, you needed to know everything about the conditions you were subjecting yourself, and Gilda, to
>At least then you'd have a reason to feel guilty
And finally a pastebin:
http://pastebin.com/AJRrzdZ9
>>27364365
Long time no see.
>>27364365
There we are. Hi Obzedat. And sorry Clarissa for the interruption.
>>27337872
Option 1
>>27337872
i choose to stay home and and crust up my sock to plots.
>>27363511
Aww yeah, Octavia
>>27337872
I was the guy who wrote the Discord story from the original Story Time threads, is there any demand for its continuation?
>>27364365
Moar
ahh, another one of THESE THREADS
they becoming more annoying then "dont understand the appeal" threads
>>27364365
This part had to be cut in two, as I couldn't fit it into a single, 2000 character post.
>Once you finish stroking the dick of your own ego to make it rival Stonehenge in terms of erecting, you come to your senses.
"Ah, whatever." you say, and close the tab down.
'It's not worth staying up to the wee hours of the night just to tell them off about generals.' you think.
>It's time for you to go to bed though. But something catches your eye...
>"CelestiaxTwilight Extravaganza Part 5: The SunnyD Chronicles"
>After your state of unimaginable, unrelenting rage towards everything that had a resemblance to something tangible in your room, you hop into bed, and turn off the light.
>Comfy, check. Two pillows, check. Cat, check. Image of fat man in the window, check.
>Wait, what.
>You instantly look back to the window, but nothing is there. You do at least a triple-take. At least.
>Nothing seems to be the matter. In fact, all you end up making out is the tree near your window. Why you planted a tree there, you'll never know.
>>27366715
>*SLAM*
>The impact of the door with it's frame, also known as "slamming the door", causes your cat to jump backwards away from his food bowl.
>If you didn't know any better, you'd say the house would also implode from sheer force. But you know better. What are you, 5?
>Snarky narrator aside, you were pretty pissed off. Not only had you fell asleep at work, but you got yelled at by your boss for not getting the software prototype in early enough for the presentation.
>You like your boss, but damn can he be an ass. It's not your fault you were awake half the night worried about some albino fat man breaking into your house and making off with your 1,000$ computer and/or slitting your throat while you sleep.
>It's a good thing you worked hard most of the time, or else you'd have been fired.
>Heh, like he'd fire you though. He needed your programming for the company, and with 4 years experience you couldn't ask for a better guy.
>Except, maybe, one with more experience.
>You slump down into your couch, notes in hand.
"I need some goddamn cartoons."
Well it feels good to be back in the groove I guess.
>>27364976
do it. do it now.
>>27366725
Moar
>>27367056
Aight.
>>27366725
>You still liked cartoons. Shit like Spongebob season 1-3, Steven Universe, and of course MLP. People might've thought you were a freak in 2010, but it seems like that shitstorm has calmed.
>Maybe.
>All the episodes of Spongebob airing right now are shit. You groan to yourself in disgust. Nickelodeon won't let it die.
>You, being the masochistic person you are, subject yourself to this show. You fall asleep halfway through one episode.
>You are having dreams of pie, when you hear a loud knock at the door, making Thor feel threatened by the fierceness of said knock.\
>Lazy ass you decides to wait for a moment. You mute the TV in an attempt to fool them.
"Maybe they'll go away..."
>knockknockitsknuckles
>Nope. That won't work.
>Another groan, and you drag your ass off the couch, actually falling to the floor. Sleep really evaded you last night.
>Deciding not to look like a faggot to the pictures on the wall, you stand up and answer the door.
"Hello, what do you want?"
>He's dead, Jim. No one is there.
>A deliciously malevolent frown forms on your stubbly face. Turning around you begin to speak.
"One of these days I'm setting up a large ass raccoon trap with some fuckin' candy as bait. Those fucking kids will see their-"
>Faceplant. Onto hardwood. Pain.
"Son of a bitch!"
>>27367457
>You look to see what you've probably left in the floor again that made you trip, wiping the blood from your nose on your sleeve.
>Surprisingly, it's a box. One you didn't even remember putting there.
"Son of a BITCH! I swear if one of those damn kids is in here, I'll tell your goddamn parents! There will be retribution!"
>Silence. Not even the cat makes a noise, who is sleeping in his bed.
>Anger morphs into confusion at the box, and against your better judgment, you bring it over to the kitchen counter to open it.
>One knife slice later and it pops open. And inside is...
>A book. War and Peace. You didn't order this book. Hell, you barely read real books.
>It has a sticky note on the back. It reads, "Option 2 1/2. To Kayge"
>The fuck?
>You open the book, finding blank pages. A quick skim through proves this, all except for the first and last pages.
>Last reads Option 2 1/2, along with a signature line on page one, titled, "This Book Belongs To:"
>Man, these kids are real cryptic now.
>You stare at it for a minute, not sure what to do.
"I guess I could just keep it and use it for programming notes."
>Another moment to mull it over. You pull a pen out of a drawer, and start signing your name on the line.
>With a stereotypical poke of the pen, you finish the signature. Good, now back to sle-
>The book begins to glow. Really bright. Like hot damn, it's bright.
>You shield your eyes from the light, unable to make anything out in the room. A poof of... something resonates throughout the room.
"Who the hell is there, and why is this goddamn book going supernova!?"
>A shout, unable to be heard clearly from the whine the book is making, doesn't go unnoticed by you.
>As soon as the book starts glowing, it stops. But as you uncover your eyes, you find you only see black.
>Your body begins to succumb to a sudden exhaustion. The last words you are able to make out before falling asleep...
"Son of a bitch..."
>>27367467
MOAR
>>27367467
Here's a pastebin of everything that's been written so far for who ever is interested.
http://pastebin.com/PCuvtBHm
>>27337872
Option One yo. Work on the farm, get /fit/ter then go find a minotaur chick and bang her brains out.
You only said ponies wouldn't have junk.Subtle Reeee.
>>27367467
moar indeed
>>27364976
I'd love to see it. You disappeared before mate, what happened?
>>27368182
Real life took over, you know how it is. Hopefully I'll have some free time tomorrow to either start over or post what I had and continue from there.
>>27368182
Wrore moar
>>27368698
Write*
>>27367467
>You wake up to the sound of grass and leaves blowing in the wind. The surrounding temperature is comfortable, and the air smells fresh.
>And you are freaking the fuck out.
"Where the hell am I!? What is this place!? Why do I still have this huge ass copy of goddamn War and Peace!?"
>A quick examination of the book and you scream.
"AND WHY THE SERIOUS FUCK ARE THE PAGES BLANK!?"
>Feeling short of breath, you collapse into the grass, panting like a dog. You haven't screamed that hard in a long time. Maybe someone heard you?
>Looking around, you see it is night. You sit up, taking in your surroundings. A grassy plain, with a few trees. It all looks pristine.
"Well, might as well take a look around for others and th-"
>You scream even louder than before, collapsing into a hissing wreck on the ground.
"Wh-What the fucking fuck? My goddamn leg! Oh mother of Mary this hurts! What the hell even happened?!"
>Looking behind you, you see a serious indent in the grass. Did you... fall here? If so, why aren't you dead?
"Well, that explains the leg. It must be fucking cracked clean in two."
>You plop back into the indent, holding your wet leg, which seemed to be bleeding. Again it seems, as evident by the dried blood.
>There is nothing you can do at the moment. All you do is wait for someone to show up. Then, cinimatically, it begins to rain.
"Fucking fantastic work there, Mother Nature. Real good job."
>An hour passes, though it could have been 3 for all you know, rain still pouring.
>Frustrated, you let out a yell.
"If nobody will come find me, I'll find their asses and deliver a beating that fucking First Testament God would call me out on!"
>Grabbing on to the grass, you start dragging yourself along, a jolt of pain each time you drag your leg.
"Fuck. Ow."
"Fuck. Ow."
>And so on and so forth. For like, half an hour.
>Eventually, you reach a point where you can't continue. A dirt road. A wet, muddy dirt road.
"Well shit."
>>27369183
>You lie there on your stomach, grumbling to yourself about your leg and how hungry you were.
"Shitty ass fucking road why'd it have to be a dirt one couldn't it have been paved speaking of where are the fucking cars I haven't seen a single fucking one since I stopped here."
>Breath in...
"I'm fucking starving I'm gonna fucking die out here alone stupid shitty ass War and Peace I knew it would be the death of me Son. Of. A. Bitch."
>After your tirade, you collapse on the road. You lay there, dozing off slowly every minute. Until you hear a shout.
>"Oh my! Are you all right!?"
'Did I just fucking hear that? Nah, probably the wind. Back to sleep.'
>"What are you? I haven't seen an animal like you before. I'd better get you back to my house!"
'No, please let me sleep I'm still fucking tired.'
>You hear a... flapping... before it goes silent.
>Your thoughts drift back to sleeping, and you gently fall back asleep. Well, as gently as you can with rain pouring on your back.
>...
>Mmm. Pie. The greatest of all pastry-like dishes. There is pie all around you, at least a thousand of them. You continue to dine on the pie. Your stomach is bottomless. You've never been more happy.
>But wait. Suddenly you feel a strange resistance in each bite. You look down at your beloved pie, only to find out the horrific truth of what you've been eating.
>Cherry.
>You bolt upward, screaming at your irrational distrust of cherry pie. A loud *THUD* resonates, and after you calm down enough to see your surroundings not in a syrupy red tint, you notice it's a cabin.
"The fuck am I at?"
>A sound of hard material hitting the wooden floor greets your ears. Intrigued, you cock your head to the side, only to see a yellow blob staggering.
"The fuck is that?"
>It has wings... It's a quadruped.
"Son of a bitch..." you whisper.
>It gets up, but it's not an it. It's a she.
>"Oh, don't worry about me. I'm fine. How are you feeli- oh dear!"
>You pass out.
So, anyone care to tell me how I'm doing?
>>27369252
>option 1
Get out
>>27369388
Nigga, it's option 2.5
>>27369388
It was option 2 and 1/2 you fucking neanderthal
>>27369432
>>27369456
That's not how it works you little shit
>>27369388
And while I'm at it, you don't need a name on a thread that you're only bumping and yelling at people to keep writing.
>>27369507
Actually there were no rules saying you have ONLY 2 choices, ass.
>>27369557
Cheater......go on
>>27363511
>Step 1
>Don't freak out
>Step 2
>Don't freak out
>Step 3
>Don'T FREAK OUt
>freak out
>You trip over the sack, and move your legs out from underneath yourself to aviod squashing pone
>Your face smashes into the floor
>You get up, eyes watering from the pain
"What am I going to do now..."
>The clock read 2:23 AM
>Octavia is still out cold, inside the sack.
>Might as well take her out.
>You reach into the bag, and lift out the limp Octavia.
>You set her on the couch, in what appears to be the most comfortable position achievable.
>What now?
>Food.
>Eh, what do ponies eat?
>Dasies and shit?
>There's some salad in the fridge.
>Perfect.
>You don't really know why there's any of this rabbit food in here, but you're glad you have it now, anyway.
>You dump some of the salad onto a plate, and grab yourself a loaf of bread from atop the fridge to snack on.
>You return to the livingroom, salad in hand, and view Octavia's sleeping figure on the couch.
"Maybe not the couch."
>You decide to move her to your bed instead, inter-universal travel warrants more rest than a shitty couch can provide.
>You set the plate aside, and lift her in your arms.
>She's breathing steadily, and doesn't appear to be in pain.
>You enter your bedroom, and set her down on the bed.
>You pull a blanket over her, and turn to exit the room.
>You'd been pushing it to the back of your mind for all this time, but it was becoming harder and harder to ignore.
>Sure, to you it was but a silly theoretical question of morals regarding fictional characters.
>How were you to know?
>Some shitty general, meaning nothing.
>This was probably some kind of cruel trick.
>Whatever, you have classical music pone now.
>Win.
>The living room around you is a bit messy, and cluttered.
"First impressions are everything, may as well tidy up..."
>You go about cleaning the living room, all the while thinking about the situation you're in.
>A literal shitshow.
>>27369568
Yes, I am a cheater. And I'm pretty proud of it.
>>27369582
Fiero propio
>>27369582
Btw continue
>>27369662
I need a break from that man.
>>27369788
Take your time nig
>>27369252
"Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. This can't be fucking real. That thread. That motherfucking thread."
>You have been going on like this for 4 minutes, while Fluttershy and Rarity look onward in abject confusion.
>"Um, darling, what are you talking about? I only know one kind of thread and this still makes no sense."
"Can you shut the hell up for a minute?! I'm having a crisis!"
>"You have awfully crude language. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"
"Probably."
>Rarity facepalms. Facehoofs? You don't know. She didn't like your smart-ass tone though.
>"Well Fluttershy, I'd love to keep staying here with... this... but I have some dresses to sew."
>Rarity walks out without even looking back.
"And don't come back you knife-eared piece of shit!"
>Fluttershy cowers slightly. "Why are you being so mean to her?"
"Because I've been taken hostage by War and Peace 2: The Shit-Wrecker and am in a bad mood, that's why."
>"War and Peace? You mean that book you were holding? It's by the bedside table."
>True to word, it was there in all it's piss-stained glory.
>Well, actually rain but you hated that book so much at this point it could have been Holy Water and you wouldn't care what you called it.
>And it wasn't exactly in any sort of glory. It did... something to bring you here, so it could burn for all you care.
>Fluttershy left to get you some tea to warm you up, since you couldn't stop shivering.
"I'm twenty-fucking-seven years old and I've still got a cold from being out too long. How pathetic."
>Even more pathetic, getting tea from a pony. Though it could be seen more as a fever dream than reality, but you just wanted to get home and sleep. It didn't feel natural sleeping elsewhere.
>You've pinched yourself at least twenty times, but you felt every single goddamn one.
>While she makes the tea, you decide to investigate this book.
Another hour, another part. I need to slow down.
>>27337872
Easily option 1.
My libido is low enough where I don't need to get my dick wet everyday and living in a world where no one knows about sex means that I won't have to be bothered by shit questions like "hay anon how cum u haven't had a gf in like 5 years hurrr"
>>27359826
“That’s good, I’m glad to hear it. I know you’re probably pretty shaken up, but I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions.”
>Silence. Then she brushes your carpet a bit with her hoof.
“It’s okay if you’d like some time to clear your head. I can leave if you want.”
>The part of your mind that’s still quite irrational from the recent events is asking you why you just offered to leave your own damn room, but your calmer side tells you it’s the right thing to do.
>Her voice, while usually quiet, sounded pretty raspy from whatever she went through.
>She could probably use some kind of drink to allow her to talk clearer.
>You look down at the glass of milk, suddenly realizing that hydration cannot come from such a substance.
>Not to mention it would just cause additional phlegm buildup.
“I’ll be right back, make yourself at home.”
>One short trip to the kitchen later, you’ve got a glass under the running water of a faucet.
>When it’s filled, you twist the handle off, and return to your bedroom.
>Looking down, you notice a few bites have been taken out of the sandwich.
>You crouch and set the glass down next to the plate, the Pegasus eyeing you curiously all the while.
“Thought you might need some water. You sounded pretty… Hoarse.”
>A grin slowly creeps up your face, and your only acknowledgement is a raised eyebrow in your direction.
>Hey, you can’t blame a guy for trying to bring humor into a tense situation, can you?
>”Thank you…”
>It’s hard to hear what she said, despite the room being completely silent.
>All seems to be order for now. You should probably get back to finding that thread.
>You walk back to your PC and sit back down.
>This time you’re focused.
>Before you know it, you’re back at the page that may or may not have started all of this.
>Hopefully there’s something in here that will shed some light on the events that have unfolded.
>>27371008
>Starting from the top, you scroll through the posts that are shown, paying closer attention for any underlying hints.
>Sadly, by the time you reach the end of the thread, you are left with a lack of answers.
>With a sigh, you put your arms on your desk and lean forward.
>The pain comes almost instantly.
“Agh..!”
>Your eyes shoot down to your arms as you turn them to your face.
>You can’t decide whether or not it is surprising that you forgot you fell onto broken glass earlier.
>Small trickles of blood stream down your arms, telling you that these aren’t just a few small scratches.
“Damn, these are some pretty bad cuts…”
>An attempt at pulling one out ends in you just agitating the laceration further and causing more bleeding.
“Jeez, why does stuff only start to hurt when you notice it?”
>Speaking of not noticing stuff, a certain yellow pony startles you when she speaks right next to your seat.
>“Excuse me, are you okay..?”
>You’ve definitely been better.
>>27371023
Moar
>>27371542
Y'know, we'd really appreciate it if you stopped being a faggot and pressuring us for more writing. This shit is actually difficult.
>>27371622
Who are you Calling faggot? faggot
>>27371665
Watch your motherfucking language, bitch.
>>27371683
Who are you Calling bitch? Bitch.
>>27371688
Okay but seriously stop. It doesn't help.
>>27371745
Do ponies have genitals in your story?
>>27371757
This story has nothing to do with any of that.
>>27370304
>Surprisingly, the pages aren't even wet. Seems the cover did a good job of protecting absolutely nothing.
>You notice your name written on the first page. The page that started this all.
>>"This Book Belongs To: Kayge Wilkes"
>The pages ARE slightly singed from when it glowed like a supernova, as you had put it. But other than that they are a pure white.
>You flip quickly to the back, where it still said "Option 2 1/2"
>It still evaded you as to what exactly the 1/2 meant. You were just being cheeky, but it seems that OP, or whoever did this, took you up on that offer.
>Not like it was much of an offer to begin with.
>"The tea is done!"
>Fluttershy brought in a steaming cup of tea, though it is a bit smaller than you are used to.
>You accept the tea out of respect. She DID save your life, fix your leg, and give you some of that nasty ass medicine to numb the pain.
>It tasted like utter garbage, but hey! Your leg isn't hurting as bad!
>As she sipped her tea, you kept looking at the book, vainly hoping something would magically make itself evident.
>Suddenly, you felt something building. Bigger, bigger. It felt like you were onto something. Something that might even get you out of here. Any minute now...
*SNEEZE*
>Dammit.
>"Bless you!"
>She had a innocent smile on her face, like she genuinely meant that.
'She is the Element of Kindness after all. At least I think that's what you call it.'
>Either way you looked at it though, this seemed like a normal book. The only thing you could think of was to write in it, even if that seemed like literally the worst idea.
>You ask Fluttershy for a pen or pencil.
>She trots out, bringing back a ink well and quill.
'Beggers can't be choosers.'
>"What are you going to do with that..." she paused. "What IS your name?"
"Kayge. I'm gonna write down all the shit that's happened to me today, as some sort of cathartic release. Either that or burn the fucker."
Me Right Now: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A4yJL_nPUwo
>>27371867
>"Can you please stop with the excessive swearing? It's really unnerving."
>Hmph. Fine then.
"All right then, but I'm still speaking my damn mind."
>She frowns slightly. "Okay..."
>Okay, now back to what you were trying to do.
>You write down just about everything you can remember, from the book all the way to Fluttershy giving you the pen. Quill. Dammit you wish it was a pen.
>Finally, signing the paragraph as, "Kayge; Destroyer of Worlds, and Wrecker of Your Shit" to make sure you didn't activate any more son of a bitching magic this book had up its proverbial sleeves.
>A minute to go over it as Fluttershy feeds Angel Bunny in the corner. As you get to sentence two, the words start to glow.
>Oh shit! Duck for cover!
>You throw the book like a McGoddamn Frisbee, with such force Captain America falls into a clinical depression, unable to feel confident about himself and spending all day eating icing out of the tub watching shitty CBS soaps to hide the crippling regret he is consumed by. He dies by hanging the next week.
>But fuck that guy, that shit was glowing again!
>Fluttershy yelps as the book hits the wall, unfortunately not a window and being further from you.
>You pull the covers over your head like a manly man, flexing your 27 year old muscles while doing so.
>Wow, dad was right. You did completely lose it.
>A minute goes by in silence. Then another. You peak out from under the manly floral covers, eying War and Peace like it went to a hate speech rally.
>It's not doing anything. Using your Sith-lord force powers, you lift the book up and over to you. Then, you walk over and pick it up like a normal human being.
>You open the book to the second page. Everything seems norm-
>HOLD THE FOCKIN' PHONE
>New writing below your text. In different handwriting.
>>"Well, I certainly hope you aren't a destroyer of worlds. And your fowlmouthedness could be lessened. But I know that feeling. I'm stuck here. I assume this is where you live?"
AW SHEIT NIGGA
>>27371889
oh boy, shit is getting interesting
>>27372110
Write something you fag
>>27372220
Ok bro, we really do appreciate the enthusiasm, but you don't have to keep replying with "moar" every time you see somebody post an update.
>>27372220
im working on it you nigger
>>27372314
>>27372323MOARRRRRRRR
>>27372359
Fucking faggot. It's not funny.
>>27369572
>Your mind travels back to the Corvette, and the unfinished work on it.
>You glance over to the microwave clock
>3:12 AM
>Jesus, it's late
>You'd go to sleep, but it would be difficult with everything on your mind.
>You decide to contiue your work on the Vette.
>You resumed tearing the useless plastic filler out of the rear wheel wells,
>All the while thinking aobut what you were going to do.
>You finished up the passenger side and test fitted your new drag wheels and radials.
>Like a glove.
>Those shortened axels were a handful, but it was worth it.
>You stood up, ready to take on the other side.
"Well, perhaps I should check on her."
>You turn around, and walk into the house.
>On the way through the kitchen, you note the microwave clock: 3:56 AM.
>You poke your head into the bedroom, and shine your phone light at the bed.
>Octavia is sleeping peacefully, in a different position that you set her in.
'Good.' You thought.
'She isn't dead.'
>You head back to the garage.
>The driver's side wheel well was a bit different, there was a mounting point for the plastic bits behind the fuel filler neck.
>It took a while to work around, but eventually you got it unbolted and removed.
>After fitting the other rear tire, and letting the car down off of the jack, you were very tempted to take the Vette out for a spin.
>Pone.
"Dammit."
>Why would you not take this pone off of your mind?
>You had this feeling that something terrible was going to happen, and having a literal supernatural turn of events happen was not aidng in how you felt.
>You dont know why, but you feel like something is happeing NOW.
>Like, right now.
>Your ratchet clatters to the concrete floor as you dash towards the door, and through the kitchen.
>A massive thunderclap rattles the house as the bedroom door comes into sight.
>It's cracked open.
>You left it completely closed.
>Your heard begins to do gymnastics in your throat, and you halt dead in your tracks, merely steps away from the door.
