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.
>>27372674
More
>>27373170
Moar
Yo, probably shouldn't be filling up the thread with more's, bumps at the most; if we're gonna want more from the stories we should be telling them what we like about the stories in particular
>>27373231
This so much. It would be incredibly helpful to us all.
>>27373286
We want adventures, growing relationships and then sex
>>27372674
>You close your eyes, and hold your breath
>Listening as hard as you can through the torrential downpour.
>Not a sound.
>Breath still held.
>You inch closer and closer to the door, your eyes struggling to adjust to the low light.
>In a split second descision, you throw the door open and flip the lightswitch.
>There.
>In your room.
>The infamous neckbeard himself.
>OP.
>He was in a comical sneaking position, hands above him, tip-toeing all the while.
>His head whips around to peer at you over his trenchcoat collar.
>No.
>THIS was the last straw.
>Your sanity had already taken enough damage.
>You swing the door shut behind you, and press your back to the door.
"No, this isn't happening."
"I choose to not accept this."
>You simply cease all brain activity and die momentarily.
>Returning to function, you open the door, prepared for the worst.
>Same picture.
>OP, in his comic sneaking pose, a few paces closer to the sleeping pone.
"huh?"
>There were no words to describe the confusion you are feeling.
>"Look pal."
>"You picked option 2, I delivered a pony."
"Ok?"
>"And it was the wrong pony."
"Oh."
>"So I'm here, to take this pony back, and give you a brand new one!"
"..."
>"Please don't hurt me."
"..."
>"Look, the forces that be are gonna have my head on a silver platter if I don't do this."
"I understand, dude."
>"Y-you're cool with it?"
"Yeah. Actually, can you just not give me a pony?"
>OP resumes his shitty act of professionalism, and adjusts his fedora.
>"No-can-do pal. You selected option two, you're gonna see the results. You do know the rules don't you?"
"Uh, I think I remember the important bits, yeah."
>"You THINK you know or you actually know?"
"Whatever. I can just check the thread."
>"If you're sure."
>You both just stand there for a moment, looking at the snoozing pony.
>>27373474
>Suddenly, OP springs into action, much faster than a man of his size could ever have moved.
>He snached up Octavia around the middle, and stuffed her in a new burlap sack that he conjured from his massive trenchcoat.
>The sack dissapeared into said trenchcoat, and OP threw down a small glass vial, filling the room with white smoke.
>It caused your eyes to water, and you were coughing profusely.
"Was that really necessary?"
>You step out of the fucking gas chamber into the hallway, and down that, towards the living room.
>Out of the front living room window, you see the white van pulling away, down the road through the forest.
>You sit down on your couch, a grin spread across your face.
"Stupid faggot. He forgot to give me a replacement."
>It was interesting really.
>Hadn't he said he'd be in deep shit if he didn't fix the issue and give you another pony?
>Not like it matters.
>YOU wouldn'e be the one getting in trouble.
>You didn't really care for taking on the responsability of a pony anyway.
>Through the rain, you hear the sound of rubber screeching on wet pavement.
>You peer out the front window in curiosity.
>You see a pair of reverse lights on a van fast approaching your driveway.
"...Goddamnit."
>OP backs clean up to your house, and hops out, rummaging in his trenchcoat.
>He walks onto the porch, and conjures yet another sack, placing it on your doorstep.
>He attaches a small note to it, and waddles back to his van.
>It starts up, and the old van pulls away once again into the dense forest.
>Hopefully for the last time.
>You get up from your couch, and make your way to the front door.
>Opening it, you get hit in the face with 2 things:
>A torrent of wet wind, and a truckload of déjà vu.
>Not hours before, you had been staring at the same picture.
>Doorstep.
>Burlap sack.
>Except, this time, it had a note attached.
>'Here's the correct one. Read the rules.'
"...Here we go again."
>You pick up the sack, and close the door.
>>27373488
Moar
>>27364194
>It seems like forever since either of you have moved, let alone spoke or looked anywhere else.
>You don't know about her, but besides the huge catastrophe that was that last event, you're looking at Celestia herself.
>That's not something you can say in real life often.
>But the silence had to break at some point, and you end up coughing it away, ash still in your throat.
>As if the subtle motions of coughing jump started social interaction, you finally say the first words.
“Hi, uh, I can explain… You see, uh...”
>Celestia raises an eyebrow at your spergy hesitation, and she breaks eye contact to observe your destroyed room.
“Well, here's what happened. I got visited by some creepy-ass dude,”
>As you begin your explanation, her attention returns.
>She starts to stand from the ripped cloth and glass as you continue.
“And he dropped you off in this sack here. I was just looking on a forum board that gave two options about, uh, you guys… Equestria, in general.”
>Celestia raises one of her graceful, gold-clad hooves and feels the side of her head, to which she sees blood.
>You trail off at this sight, wondering how much longer you had left to live.
>”What is your name?”
>Better response than you expected, being completely honest.
“Er… Anonymous.”
>”Continue, Anonymous.”
>Her voice saying your name was almost enough to make you feel safe, but you remember that she herself is the possible threat.
>You contemplate whether to lie or not, but considering your luck so far, you want to be on your best behavior.
“Right, yeah. Two options, and this is just some random guy asking, y'know, hypothetical questions,”
>The Princess shakes her other hooves of any shards, and she begins to walk towards you.
>It doesn't help your composure.
“A-a-and the s-second option was that y-your favorite pony; er, well, more like of your choice, would come to you, but can't be seen b-by… anyone… else...”
>>27373971
>As she approaches you, you realize that not even including the horn, she actually is taller than you.
>You didn't expect that, and you feel yourself starting to shrink.
>She gives you a concerned look, of all things.
>”So I'm to believe that I was taken, presumably for your amusement?”
>Fuck that was a loaded die, shit that die's got like six ones on it you roll it and there's no good way out you know what I mean shit fuck what do you say?
“N-no.”
>You can smell her scent through the salt of the blood pouring from your nose.
“At l-least, that's not what I had in mind. Hypothetical.”
>She tilts her head and looks behind you, seeing the central site of explosion.
>”You seem to have had trouble with this guest. Do you know who he was?”
>Man, if you're going to be honest, it's going to suck.
“I really don't, and this… trouble, wasn't him.”
>She gives you an interested look.
>With all the cuts and bruises she had, you're surprised she was so… calm.
>Not to mention they look pretty bad, and you're resisting the urge to try and help her, as it's starting to give you feels seeing your waifu like this.
>”It's been quite a while since I've been injured. Whoever this mysterious stranger is, he's quite powerful, especially to be able to subdue me.”
>You look down at the ground for a moment, clearing your throat.
“Yeah, well… See, this whole mess is kind of… my fault.”
>”...Which part?”
>You don't like how she said that.
“J-just the house being destroyed, and our… injuries. I swear to God I had nothing to do with the kidnapping and I had no idea it was going to happen.”
>”Hm.”
>Celestia moves towards you, and you shrink back as she passes you into the living room, seemingly taking in her surroundings.
>”This is quite the interesting place, Anonymous… Where are we, exactly?”
>You're silent for a moment, simply staring.
>>27373977
>She finally smiles as she looks back at you, probably thinking you were just staring because she was the Princess, like being a celebrity.
>”So long as I know my relative position, I should be able to return to Canterlot. I'll confer with my council and have your dwelling repaired, and do not worry, we will find this stranger.”
>How are you going to break it to her?
>Maybe she won't believe you at first, and leave, just to be seen and taken away forever.
>What if after the situation sinks in, she blames you for going to that thread, and tries to banish you to the moon or something?
>You certainly don't want anything happening to you or her, despite the trouble that's coming with this whole fucked situation.
>But you said you were going to be honest, and damnit, if you're a depraved horsefucker who treats his assclown friend like shit, then you have to redeem yourself somewhere.
>So what else to do than just… tell her?
>You take a deep breath, wiping your lips of blood.
“We're on Earth.”
>”Earth? I don't believe I've ever heard of a township with such a name. Unless you're being coy?...”
“No… I wish I was. Earth is uuh… not in Equestria.”
>Celestia turns to face you, her mane covering one of her eyes, but you can tell she's not as calm anymore.
>”Really? … How far from Equestria?”
>Was there any theories about Equestria being in the same universe as ours?
>Even if there was, it's still just autismoes trying to prove their cartoon horses were real.
>But what's that say about you now, staring at one?
“I… I don't know. In this world, we have a show on our television, kind of like a play you can watch from home, and it's… about you guys. In this world, you're fictional. So, I'm guessing you're probably… out of universe.”
>”What? That's impossible, is it not?”
>You shake your head with nothing else to say.
>Celestia isn't looking so regal anymore.
>>27373983
>”There must be some mistake. Fictional? Do I not stand here in front of you, able to see me with your own eyes? You call me and all of my subjects something untrue? Equestria is here, and you're lying to suit your needs.”
>Her wings are starting to unfold, and she's no longer with a sweet countenance.
>”What do you gain? Speak the truth, 'Anonymous', or you will have some explaining to do.”
>Okay, that's not good.
>But it'll be good in the e-end, right?
>The end might be near, but you have an idea.
>You hold up both hands in peace.
“Okay, I know what you're thinking Princess, b-but just let me show you, okay?”
>She stands still, a glare from her experienced eyes watching your every movement towards the remote.
>You very slowly pick it up, and then realize that you can't turn it on because she's blocking the way.
“O-okay, I'll show you I'm telling the truth, I promise, just… I need you to move like, three feet to the left.”
>”What are you planning to do?”
>Her horn is starting to glow.
>RED ALERT
“I will show you the er- play that I was talking about. You'll even see yourself in here, just allow me to show you, and move out of the way of the thing I'm pointing this at, alright?”
>She eyes you carefully, and she makes a few sidesteps, clearing the way.
>You quickly pound on the power button of the smart remote, pulling up Netflix as quickly as possible.
>Celestia seems to be suspicious of the technology.
>”Is this magic?”
“It's kind of like a projector, just all built into one thing. Here.”
>You move the cursor over to MLP, and she gasps.
>”Those are the Elements of Harmony. ...Is it true?...”
>You click onto the thumbnail, and it takes it right back to where it left off where you set it before.
>It's later in the episode, when Nightmare Moon is facing Twilight alone, right before her friends get there.
>>27373992
>You can't see her facial expression as her ethereal mane is covering it, but she slowly sits down as she watches the unfolding events, and you stand there, letting it play.
>The show goes through, to where the elements are finally used, the element of magic revealed, and Celestia herself showing up to comfort the reformed Woona.
>You still can't tell what she's thinking, but you hope she doesn't consider you a spy or something.
>Or wondering why her ass is so big on TV or something, but this is a lot more serious.
>After the aesop of the premier ends and the credits roll, you find it safe to turn off, and you set the remote down, watching her.
“So, yeah… That's how the show started, for us. It's just a fictional cartoon that many people around the world love, and that's all we thought it was… you know, except for me, now.”
>After all that shit that happened in the last half hour, the explosions, injuries and thought to be impossible events that would have humanity rolling over the new age with news.
>But you'd never thought you'd see the one and only Tia in real life, turning towards you with tears gently flowing down her cheeks.
>It nearly breaks your heart.
>”How did your people find this?”
“W-what?”
>”How did you see this, and why did you display it to your world as if it were mere entertainment?”
“I didn't do it, Celestia. Th-”
>”Then who!?”
>Her voice became fierce, as if she were talking to one of her many villainous adversaries.
>You aren't sure if you should speak right now, but you do it anyways.
“You gotta realize that we had no idea that it was real. Who knows, maybe there was some kind of quantum dimensions between your world and the writers of the show or something, but you have to believe me when I say there was no ill will. I actually thought that was really heartwarming, for the record… The re-uniting, I mean.”
>She looks back at the unpowered TV for a moment.
>>27374000
>”My sister, Luna… She had been gone for a millenia, and it was my fault. ...”
>She closes her eyes, and new tears follow the path of the old, and you actually hear light sniffles.
>You weren't prepared for this.
>She looks back at you.
>”Is this reparation?… For what I've done?”
“What do you mean?”
>”My being here… I've been taken from my home, and if it truly is across the heavens themselves that make the distance, then I have no way of returning. Now I'm gone, with the one pony in my life that mattered most, left alone to rule?”
>You only now realize the irony that's transpired.
>With it, you also understand that it's actually your fault.
>You meant nothing by it; it was a stupid fucking thread on 4chan for fuck's sake.
>You never would've clicked on it if you had known it was real. Who would?
>But it's your fault all the same, and now she's stuck here, and Equestria is stuck without their Sun.
>A long silence passes after she says this, sorrow hanging in the air as a great contrast to what happened just previously.
>You couldn't help it.
“...I'm sorry.”
>She opens her eyes again.
>”You did nothing...”
“Yes I did. If I hadn't just waited for a friend to come back from a break, I never would've found that thread, and this never would've happened. God, Celestia, I'm so sorry.”
>For that matter, you're sorry about Kirby, too, even if he did call your dick small.
>She doesn't say anything.
“If I ever find that guy who dropped you here, I'll make sure he gets you back where you belong. I promise. I won't let him get away with this. ...”
>That promise was a bit empty for you, but it seemed to give Celestia some of her confidence back.
>”… You did nothing wrong, Anonymous. I've seen many confessions over my long life, and I know when one is being genuine. I simply can't help but feel as if… fate itself arranged this to take place. If anything else, after what I've done to my sister, I-”
>>27374010
“Hey, don't do that. I know you're down, but no need to kick yourself. We've all made mistakes, big and small, but we learn from them.”
>Celestia smiles at your words, but you know it's only half-heartedly done.
>You felt like hugging her, but you're pretty sure that'd be too far.
>Not to mention you're socially awkward as fuck and would probably accidentally caress her ass or something.
>...
>”...Anonymous, could I see this, 'thread', that you speak of?”
>You become aware of the phone in your pocket, and your fingers removing it from said location.
“Alright, but if you see any replies, this uh, conversational ground is sort of… degenerate.”
>Celestia wipes her cheeks tenderly, almost making you d'aww.
>”I've seen plenty in my time, I'll be fine.”
>She stands once again and begins to look over your shoulder as you turn on the phone, beginning to search through the tabs for the site.
>Once you find it, you bring up the post, and she reads it quicker than you could ever read anything in your sad, GED-approved life.
>”Hmm. It seems like there are many who have fantasies.”
>You hadn't even gotten to the posts after it.
>You shove the phone back in your pocket, laughing nervously.
“Y-yeah, well you know, they're mostly teenagers. Probably.”
>She smiles again, amused by your antics.
>Then her voice grows somber.
>”I still may never see any of my subjects again, because of this… I'm not sure what to do, now.”
>You look back at her, sighing.
“I can't say I know, because you saw what the terms for it was.”
>Tia nods slowly at the confirmation.
>”I may never be seen by another. If these forces were able to overwhelm me without my knowledge, and have the power to transport across dimensions, then I fear what would happen if the terms were violated...”
>Even at this point, she's still as royal and in control as ever.
>One of the many reasons why you already knew you loved this mare, but it's only going to grow.
>>27374015
>Along with the guilt, but you push that to the back of your mind.
>”Anonymous. As a native of this world, would you have any advice?”
>wut
>The most powerful pony in existence, both in this universe and the next, just asked you for advice.
“...You mean, like, living here?”
>She nods again.
>”I'm unsure of how different this world is from my own. Are there other ponies here, still?”
“Kind of. They exist, but they're not anything like what you're thinking, and they're not intelligent. At all.”
>”Are there means to live without interaction… with others?”
>You wonder what she's trying to imply.
>It might be a bit of a burden on you, but that was the point of the thread anyways.
>You start scratching your head, proposing the only logical choice.
“I think it would be best if you, uh, stayed here.”
>She looks for a moment over at the foam and ash of the hallway.
>”You are kind, allowing me to take residence…. Are you sure I would not be a burden?”
>What kinda drugs this bitch be on, a burden?
>Now it's your turn to smile.
“Of course not, Tia. Er-”
>She becomes a bit surprised by the casual nicknaming.
“I mean, Celestia. Sorry, I didn't-”
>”Oh, it's quite alright. Only Luna has ever called me 'Tia', before, that's all. But, if you're sure I could stay, then I thank you.”
“Don't mention it. It might not be a palace like you're used to, but I can get the food we need, at least.”
>If Kirby doesn't fucking eat it all.
>...Oh god, Kirby.
>How are you going to juggle Celestia being here with your friend constantly trying to come in here?
>The unholy abominable luck that you've had today gave you the night off, but you know Kirby.
>He's going to be back tomorrow, just like he said.
>But you'll just have to cross and burn) that bridge when you come to it.
“Alright… Let's get ourselves patched up, then.”
>...
Anything you guys want to see from here? I can always use the ideas. Comments and critique appreciated!
>>27374021
i want growing relationships, plots, adventures (not in a sexual way), fingers where they shouldn't stay, technology vs celestia and love.
>>27374110
and comic times
>>27374021
I'd like to see Celestia watching the rest of MLP.
>>27374341
me too
>>27374370
>>27374341
t-that's a lot of motherfucking work, anons
>>27374383
>tfw i only watched the first two seasons
fuck.
>>27371023
>You turn around to face the source of the unexpected question.
>Fluttershy is standing a few feet away from your chair, trying to get a decent view of your injuries.
>She shrinks back slightly, her courage wavering slightly at the eye contact.
>You put on a slight smile and speak.
“It’s nothing too bad, I’ve had worse. I’m just having a bit of trouble getting this glass out.”
>As you speak, you turn one of your arms towards her; her eyes widen as blood quickly runs down your arm to your elbow.
>Well, you certainly did a number on that one.
>”Oh no! How did this happen?”
>You feel bursts of what feels like wind hit you as the pegasus takes to the air, inspecting your arm closer.
>”Oh my… These are in deep…”
>Not one to cause worry to others, you grab ahold of a different shard and try to pull.
“It’s really no big deal, I just gotta… gah..!”
>You pull your hand away and notice a small cut on your index finger.
>Perhaps you should use something other than your hand to pull these out.
>”No, you can’t take them out like that..! Here…”
>She pauses for a moment.
>”L-let me help… If you want.”
>For a moment, you consider just waiting to go to a doctor in the morning, or trying to pluck these out yourself.
>But this would offer a good chance to allow the both of you to communicate a bit more closely.
>It beats killing yourself accidentally from blood loss. How did you get such big splinters in you, anyways?
“Sure. Anything we should have around?”
>She stutters out a list of items that you luckily have around the house.
>Minutes later you have the supplies laid out neatly on your desk, and a pony working on your wounds.
>You watch in a mix of amazement and horror as the shy pony uses a pair of tweezers with her mouth to extract a small splinter.
>This process goes on for several minutes, and after a bit of effort from the both of you, your arms are void of glass.
“Hey, you’re pretty good at this, you know?”
>>27374495
>No vocal response, but you do get a blush and a bashful smile as she begins to bandage up your arms.
>An awkward silence ensues.
>…
>Just now, you realize that Fluttershy more than likely does not know that you know what she is or where she’s from.
“So… What’s your name? And what are you? Can’t say I’ve seen something like you around here.”
>”I’m… I’m Fluttershy. I’m a pony. Pegasus.”
>She stops to think.
>”I’m from Equestria. From the looks of it, I don’t think I’m still there…”
>You nod.
“Especially since I’ve never heard of it. This is earth, in the United States.”
>Her eyes widen.
>”And I haven’t ever heard of that…”
>She backs off, her bandaging finished.
“Do you remember what happened before woke up here?”
>The mare shakes her head.
>”I… just went to bed, and when I woke up, I was here.”
>Scratching your chin, you nod once again.
“And the ride here must’ve been pretty rough. You’ve got some pretty nasty cuts yourself. Here, let me return the favor.”
>You get out of your chair and motion for her to sit down in it.
>After a moment of hesitation, she complies and lands in the spot you were just sitting.
>>27374507
Moar
>>27337872
as much as i hate to fucking say it 2
.bmp
>>27374021
Keep it up man
Page 8 bump
>>27373488
Small update, 7:51 AM
>You return to your couch, and set the sack at your feet.
"So. What'll it be this time, OP?"
>You stare blankly at the sack, as if expecting an answer.
>There's no difference in this sack from the last one.
>You can only assume that the contents are divergent this time around.
>You stare at the sack some more.
>Half of you doesn't want to find out.
>Half of you REALLY does.
>You reach for your knife.
>You now wonder, is OP going around the world, giving pones to anons who also selected option 2?
>Are anons disappearing off of the face of the earth who selected option 1?
>You really don't want to find out.
>Either way, it was time for the big reveal.
>You lifted your knife through the twine, and it falls away.
>The neck of the sack slacks open.
>Here we go.
>The beginning of the end.
>Or rather, another beginning of another end.
>Of which the first beginning has already ended, unto which the second ending has begun.
>You shake your head, trying to clear it of this philosophical bullshit.
>LETS FUCKING GET THIS OVER WITH
>You reach forward, and yank the neck of the bag open.
>Yellow.
>Orange.
"...oh."
>A shady man in a trenchcoat and fedora, refueling his van, snickers under his breath.
>>27376264
Yay Applejack!
>>27376264
The implications of what OP is possibly doing are quite scary to think about.
>>27376357
Moar writing
I will do the second thread when this gets archived
>>27376431
I have shit to fucking do today dammit.
>>27376445
Moar
Not that it matters, but 1 option 1 please, fuck my life.
>>27376264
No Octavia no more?
>>27376264
Oh god please don't be Appleshit
>>27377115
KYS
option 1 about junk is pretty strange... Well, I select 1st. Because humans are fck bad. Ponies are good.
option 2 is too depressed. And I guess it would be ended very bad.
>>27377157
Seriously she is such shit. I hope it's Golden Harvest.
>>27376515
Moar
>>27377681
Kill yourself fag
>>27337872
Option 1.
>>27337872
If it wasn't for the last sentence I would picked option 1. I don't want to lose my friends for limited time in Equestria
>>27376264
>Shit.
>Fuck.
>Negative adjectives.
"Ok, not what I was expecting."
>It had wings.
>It was yellow.
>And it was named after a badass plane.
"Spitfire, huh?"
>Honestly, it could be worse.
>At least it wasn't Spike.
>Oh God don't jinx yourself.
>It was bad enough, having to take care of a Pegasus now.
"..."
>You should probably take her out of the bag now.
>You pick up the Pegasus out of the bag, holding her round the middle.
>Her wings look to be in good shape, thankfully.
>She's very dirty, and her mane is a mess, but physically she's not hurt.
>Not that you can tell, anyway.
>There's prolly some heavy internal bleeding or some shit knowing your luck.
>You adjust your grip, cradling her like a baby.
>You walk to your room, and push the door open with your foot.
"Oh gOD JESUS ALMIGHTy"
>Your room was still filled with OP's fucking tear gas
>Oh god your eyes
>You shut the door completely, and headed to the spare bedroom.
>Laying Spitfire down on the bed, you make a mental note to open your bedroom window later and release the fucking mustard gas hell contained inside.
>Your mind wanders back to the food situation.
>The salad?
>It's still on the coffee table.
>Your (probably now stale) loaf of bread is still there too.
>You grab the plate, and a water bottle from the fridge.
>You poke into the spare room, and set the plate and bottle down on a desk.
>The digital clock on the nightstand read 4:26 AM
"Good lord.."
>There really wasn't much else to do except wait for her to wake up.
>God knows you couldn't sleep with this kind of situation.
"What now.."
>There was always the Corvette.
>Then again, all the things that you could possibly do to it with the parts that you've ordered so far, you've already done.
>Harness? Installed.
>Rear slicks? On.
"Hmm..."
>>27378798
>That's when it struck you.
>You remember that you have an old vinyl sticker printer back when you thought an excessive amount of stickers was cool (and you owned a Honda.)
>So much so, that, you thought it would be more cost-effective to buy a sticker printer rather than buy all the ones you wanted.
>Now, you've stopped being a ricer, and moved on to grown-up car mods, stickers were the last thing on your list.
>But you'd make an exception.
>Just this once.
>You wrap your face in your shirt, squint your eyes, and make like a ninja into your gas-chamber of a room, and throw the window open wide.
>Face still covered, you run over to the closet, and begin rummaging through all the old bullshit in there.
>Old PC case, stack of magazines, box of electronics, AHA!
>There it is!
>The old USB vinyl sticker printer.
>Eugh, dusty.
>You grab it, and dash towards the door as fast as your legs can carry you.
>What the fuck even is this gas, OP.
>You're borderline passing out.
>By the time you exit the room, printer in hand, you're lightheaded and out of breath.
"Goddamn, that gas is nasty."
"...Oh wait, fuck."
>To print stickers, you need 2 things:
>The sticker printer and supplies, check.
>And a computer.
>In the gas chamber.
"fuuuuuck."
>Oh, a fine predicament.
"...There is that old laptop."
>There IS that old laptop.
>Very old.
>And laptop-y.
>Does it even work?
"Only one way to find out."
"But, this does mean another trip into the gas chamber..."
>Your phone vibrates in your pocket, and you check it quickly.
>5:00 AM
"What the fuck am I doing."
>You try not to think about the gas this time, you just charge into the room, and make a mad dash for the closet.
>Oh God, the gas!
>THE GAS!!!
>...gas?
"..It's gone already."
>There was still a rather pungent smell in the room that reminded you of Lysol, but it was tolerable.
>"Solid. Now, these stickers.."
>You plug the printer into your main PC, and wake it up.
>>27378798
>It's not Appleshit
>>27378862
KYS
bump from page seven
>>27374021
Also, read what's here so far in one shot: http://pastebin.com/cKiN3jBA
Had some sleep issues for a bit, gonna start writing and posting again tomorrow, with any luck.
I've decided to cancel my stories so I can go live the life of an Eskimo. I wish you all luck in your future endeavors.
>>27379405
>>27379445
Okay, so MAYBE I got a bit bored while writing and decided to lie a bit.Updates coming soon™
>>27379563
Kek
>>27376153
Fuck, i wanted to create a new thread in a Different form so more people will come to write.
I will choose option 2. I mean, no one in my house comes out of their room that often so I could do a lot of shit with my waifu out in the open.
>>27371889
>You stare blankly at the page, close the book then open it again.
>Nope, still there.
>Wow, your leg is starting to buckle. And hurt. Probably wasn't a good idea to walk over here. You hobble over to the bed and take a seat with the book.
>Fluttershy apparently fainted from the shock of the book hitting the wall.
>You give her a glance, before driving your attention right into the brickwall of War and Peace.
>Something was eating you from the inside. You SHOULD be freaking out now. I mean, this book really DID do all this. Maybe. Still not positive on this, you aren't.
"What the hell is this Harry Potter-ass-two-way-book bullshit?"
>You instinctively reach for the PEN, and start writing a reply.
/Well, this is unexpected as fuck. Yeah, I do live there. Wait, are you that voice I heard?/
>A few seconds pass before words start to appear on the page.
>>"As I said, language. But I guess I am. Does the word, 'supernova' ring a bell?"
/Holy shit. Quick, where are you right now?/
>>"In a house, but it's much bigger than I'm used to. Why?"
/Find a cat and feed that son of a bitch. I don't know how long I've been gone, but that fucker's hungry./
>Some minutes go by. You hold your head in your hands, rubbing your temple. You were going to get wrinkles in no time with this shit happening. Your head hurt already just thinking about the specifics of how this even worked.
>The book glows with words again.
>>"All right, I fed him. You were definitely right, he was pretty hungry."
/Can you explain your location in detail?/
>>"Yes, it's a house. I'm currently in a big room with some couches and a flat, black screen-like thing. The wall is a pale beige, and the kitchen is open. Pretty weird if you ask me."
>Good. Whoever this was was in the right place.
/Listen, you need to know something. You're a pony right?/
>>How'd you know that?"
>>27379783
Okay, so I forgot to mention.
/this/
is an example of our main character's writings.
>>this is an example of our main character reading. Thank you for your understanding, a picture of Kirby is included.
>>27379783
/I'm a fucking wizard. Now, it's best if you DON'T leave the house. I just bought groceries yesterday, so you should be fine for a week or two./
>A full minute goes by with no response. Did you say something you shouldn't have? Did you raise too many questions?
>>"Are you really a wizard?"
>You close the book and smack it against your forehead, opening it again after.
/No, I'm not a wizard. It was sarcasm you twit. Who even are you?/
>>"I... I'm scared to say. What with signing this book and everything. I'll come up with my own name for you I guess."
/So, you've got a book too? And you signed it? I guess I understand not writing it again./
>>"Thanks."
/But you still owe me your name sooner or later./
>>"Fair."
/Look, I need to go. I can't have my host thinking I'm clinically insane./
>An unnatural pause before the next word.
>>"Okay."
>Nothing more was written after that. Just, "Okay."
>You close the book, looking over at your aforementioned host. Fluttershy was waking up, and she was confused.
>"Why did you throw that book!?"
"I didn't."
>"B-But you did..."
"What are you talking about?"
>"But..."
>Fluttershy slowly trotted out of the room, before peaking her head back in.
>"Excuse me, but I need to go look for someone."
"Someone went missing around here?"
>"Y-Yeah, one of my friends disappeared just this morning."
'Son of a BITCH!'
7 bUmP
>>27337872
I'd pick option 1
A better question would be option one, you could be more then friends but not sexual. to snuggle etc. I'd do that even without sex man.
>>27364367
>>27362173
Where'd you guys go?
>>27378811
>You power up the old printer, and plug it in.
>You ensure it has print paper, and open Google.
>Now, you have two options.
>The Wonderbolts logo, or Spitfire's Cutie Mark?
>You really didn't want to put a Wonderbolts logo on your car until she saw it was fast enough.
>Oh it was, you just wanted approval.
>Her cutie mark wouldn't be as bad, but you still wanted approval.
>On top of the questions.
>OH GOD THE QUESTIONS.
>She's probably pissed.
>She *had* a kickass career afterall, and she's basically noone now.
>In this world, anyway.
>Oh God.
>Don't think about the reprocussions of your actions.
>DON'T THINK ABOUT THE REPROCUSSIONS OF YOUR ACTIONS.
>You stare at the screen blankly, thinking about the reprocussions of your actions.
"Man, shit is fucked."
>It was just some dumb thread, how were you to know?
"How can this possibly be my fault. I mean it is, but not entirely."
>Maybe you should try getting some sleep after all.
>Thank god this shitshow happened on a friday night- er, saturday morning.
>Yet again, you check the time on the screen.
>5:21 AM
>The sound of at least a couple hours rest was very appealing now.
>You did have one last trick up you sleeve, to relieve your boredom, but it would be irrisponsable.
>Going out for a few pulls in the Vette, at 5 in the morning.
>A favorite passtime of yours.
>However, at the moment, you were playing host to an unconcious fictional cartoon horse.
>So leaving the house without gaining her trust, and setting some ground rules first, would be a bad idea.
"ARGHH! FUCK YOU OP YOU DOUBLE-NIGGER!"
>You realized that screaming obsceneties in the middle of the night, with a sleeping captain of a pro flying team in the next room, who could easily beat your ass if she pleased, was not a particularly good idea.
>But it's too late.
>The damage has been done.
>If there is any.
>You creep over to the spare room, and crack the door just enough to look insise.
>Spitfire is still sound asleep.
>>27380336
Clarissa should kill herself/himself
>>27380427
Does this anon have tourettes?or is just you?
>Option 1
>go w/ pic related
>dragon hunting
>sell fireproof clothing for bits
>use bits to buy more material for bullets
>>27374507
>Now that you think about it, you have no clue why the usually cautious pony would actually let you do this.
>Even more so since you appeared to not know how to even take care of your own body with that glass earlier.
>Maybe she’s starting to trust you already? Or maybe she was too afraid to say no.
>Either way, you are almost done treating the cuts on her body.
>She sure took the disinfectant a lot better than you did, that’s for sure.
>Meaning, she didn’t swear like a sailor the entire time it happened.
“And there… we… go. That all ought to hold for now. Everything feel alright?”
>As Fluttershy shifts around in your chair to test the bandages, you get to gathering up the various medical items.
>”They’re fine.”
>You head out the door once more towards the bathroom.
>Arriving at your bathroom, you place each item in a spot that’s easy to remember. You never have to use these often, luckily.
>Upon returning to your bedroom, you find your chair rotated around so that the back is to you and the front is facing your computer screen.
>The steps you take are silent on the carpeted floor as you make your approach to your destination.
>Something tells you that this visitor is a bit curious about the big shiny rectangle on your desk, and you aren’t about to pass up the opportunity to silently observe this phenomenon.
>Plus, your mischievous side is going get a kick out of her reaction when she finds out you’ve been here all this time.
>Soon, you’re standing right behind the seat, waiting to see what she does.
>Turns out, not much, as all she does is look around the various parts of your desktop wallpaper; the design being a generic landscape of sorts.
>Eventually, the pony raises a hoof towards the display.
>However, seeing as no one has given the computer any actual input in about ten minutes, the screen goes black just as her hoof makes contact.
>>27380584
>A wave of panic seems to overtake her as she frantically falls back and looks around your desk for a solution for the problem.
>She tries tapping the screen with her hoof again to no avail, letting out a whimper of nervousness in response as she falls back into the chair once more.
>You stifle your childish giggles, having more fun than you should watching an alien horse struggle with technology.
>Finally, the panicked mare freezes up, gaze slowly drifting up to meet your own.
>A dumb smile spreads over your face and you let your even dumber giggles go free.
“Having fun?”
>In a flurry of yellow feathers, the pegasus jumps from your seat and begins to profusely apologize as tears well in her eyes.
>”I… I b-b-broke your… your…”
>Okay, you may have let this get a bit too far already. Best to end this now before any further damage is done.
>You wiggle the mouse and the display fades in back to life.
“It does that if you don’t do certain things for a long time. It conserves energy that way.”
>A smile already on your face, you kneel down to match Fluttershy’s height.
“Do you have computers where you came from?”
>The pony shakes her head, wiping away the tears from earlier.
“Well, hop back up here and I’ll show you what this can do.”
>”Really..?”
>You roll your eyes.
“No, I’m going to keep you locked up in here away from your friends and family. C’mon, the seat’s all yours.”
>Getting back to your feet, you wait for her to get back up where she was so you can commence the show and tell.
>>27380596
Well, there's a few lines in there I forgot I wanted to put in, but I can't delete and revise the posts. I'm just gonna slap the updated stuff in a new paste.
http://pastebin.com/pfFM3x4d For the new version
http://pastebin.com/WsLmgNQm For the version from the old StoryTime threads.
I feel sorry for your soul if you read either of them.Also, I'm working on a second story to put up here, too.
>>27380483
I'm working on that right now.
>>27337872
Option one just to be more safe. I can survive with intimate cuddles and snuggling, do kisses count as sexual? As long as I don't have to witness my mare get with a stallion, I can live.
Option 2 doesn't seem safe, because if someone happens to seeDashieon accident while I'm out and I happen to come home and she is gone... Welp, I can't live with that.
>>27381688
>if someone happens to see Dashie on accident while I'm out and I happen to come home and she is gone
And nothing of value was lost.
i woud want the 2# chose becouse i like memes
and if i leave then i have no meme and allso
horse butt 4 free hell yah XDDD
If I had to pick it would be option 1.
Option 2 is just selfish and is not how you should treat your waifu.
u wot m8
Will make an extra long bit tomorrow. For now, goodnight
>>27383733
I'll be looking forward to it
>>27337872
Option 1:
I want some of true pony love. I wish be with Starlight Glimmer.
>;_;
Also, I have a hand and a good imagination, so.. I belive that there isn't problem.
>>27380427
>DOUBLE-NIGGER
Oh fuck I forgot about that
SHit bump
Okay so I tried to get something out this morning since I fell asleep trying to write. Wouldn't make sense to post what I've got now.
just spent 3 class periods writing lmao
also bump
updates soon
probably
>>27386212
Fuck, I wanted to create a new thread.
>>27386303
New thread? We're not even at 500 yet!
Finally gonna get to writing today, and for those anons that wanted to see the show reaction from Celly, the whole show might be a bit of a project, but are there any episodes specifically you'd want her to see?
>>27386873
Nah I just kind of want more of an overall reaction than her reacting to individual episodes.
>>27386873
Magical mistery cure
Page nine bump.
>>27387848
Write something
>>27337872
>storytime being back
What is this feeling?
>>27387870
What do you think I'm doing?
>>27338409
Fuck you Nehem
>>27387908
Fapping to immaginary horses
>>27387932
I love you too.
>>27388190
where's my butter horse
>>27388202
Melting. It's like 80 degrees in here.
>>27388228
It's 66 in here jealous?
>>27388294
Fuck you. It shouldn't be this hot where I am
>>27388305
I'd tell you the temp outside, but you'd kill me for it.
>>27379820
>It was at this point that you fucked up. Like, fucked UP big time.
>You had decided to tell no one about your little friend in the book, or more precisely in another fucking dimension.
>That included Fluttershy, who based off of her little information earlier, probably should have known about.
>It was very likely that you were talking to one of her friends, but you didn't know which one.
>You still weren't quite sure what Option 2 1/2 was, but you had a damn good guess at this point.
>So if the thread were anything to go off of, it was your favorite pony.
>But you didn't even have a favorite. Hell, you only really watched the show to feel fuzzy inside.
>You sigh to yourself, putting the book back on the bedside table for the fifth time.
>Desperately waiting for a message from whoever that pony was.
>Shit, this really was turning out to be one revelation after the next.
>Book, Equestria, magic writing book, now missing pony?
>You write something in the book after picking it up.
/So, my host mentioned that one of her friends had gone missing. Now I ask you, does "Fluttershy" ring any bells?/
>Nothing.
>You wait for half an hour for any sort of semblance of a response until...
>>"Yes, it does."
/Then who the hell are you?/
>>"By now they've noticed I've gone missing. Take your pick, I guess."
/When I find a way back home I'm going to hurt you for that./
>>"Yeah, I know."
/Listen, I won't tell them about you until you give the word. Now, as my guess perceives, you are their friend. Does the princess know anything that might help?"
>>"Well, I'd tell you if I knew who you were outside of 'supernova' and 'Wrecker of My Shit'."
/Haha very funny./
>>"I'm only half joking. I really don't want to tell you."
/Jesus Christ, why not?/
>>"Look, why don't you go around town for a bit in the morning? Maybe it is morning there and you should get going. I need time to let this simmer."
/Now listen here pony-fuck./
>You stop in an attempt to get something out of them.
>>27388640
/Where'd you go?/
>But it seems they're already out for lunch.
>Angrily shutting the book, you slam it down on the table.
>They're right though. You should get some fresh air. Clock on the wall says it's almost 6 in the morning, so maybe Fluttershy will let you go out?
>You're human though. Their ponies.
>Fuck.
>Shit gets complicated when you add a different sapient species into the mix.
>...
>Fluttershy agreed to let you leave, under condition you stick with her. You agree. Because you'd rather not get muscle atrophy.
>She gives you a cobbled together set of crutches to walk with that she uses for bears.
>Because of course bears need crutches. That doesn't baffle you in anyway at all. Nope.
>The ground from her house to Ponyville is wet and muddy from yesterday's rainstorm. You find it hard to use these MacGyver-ass crutches when they keep sinking into the muddy road.
>Everytime you get one stuck, Fluttershy cowers and apologizes.
>Seems she still is suspicious of you, probably because she's never seen a human before. Not that you really blame her. You were real suspicious last night with that book.
>Once you reach Ponyville, you are met with the expected response. Nothing much at first until people start to really look at you.
>First it's just a few. Then suddenly six, and eventually a good fourth of the square is looking at you in shock.
"They REALLY haven't seen humans before, huh?" you whisper to Fluttershy.
>"Excuse me, but I've never heard of that before."
>Yep. There's your problem. But it's not like you could stay holed up in that cabin.
>She is taking you to Sweet Apple Acres first. Applejack's home. You mentally prep yourself for the accent.
>A small crowd of gawking ponies and their slightly shielded children later, and you're back on the country road, with all the glory of crutch-in-mud sticking that comes with it.
"So, I know they don't even know what I am, but why stare?"
>"I really have no idea."
>>27388656
>"They don't normally stare like that at something like you. Be glad there weren't too many doing it?"
"Well, I guess you're rig- hold the damn phone something like ME?! I'm a thing now?! I'm a fuckin' human!"
>"Eep! Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you! I'm sorry!"
>She stopped walking to curl up on the ground like a dog that's chewed the couch of your patience.
>Shit, you made Fluttershy upset.
'Compose yourself, Kayge. Compose yourself.'
>You explain what you meant.
"Ah shit. Look, you don't just call people, things. Just because I'm not a pony doesn't mean I'm an animal."
>Did that make any damn sense?
>She straightens out about halfway.
>"I-I know, I was just saying that you are different. Ponyville is usually pretty tolerant. They don't hate Discord."
>Because that's who you're compared to. Discord.
>You sigh, waving your hand in dismissal.
"It's fine I guess. Don't worry about it."
>It's not even worth the trouble.
>Eventually after about 15 minutes of walking, Sweet Apple Acres slides into view. And it looks like what you expected.
>Well, not quite. You expected a shitty looking barn with a dumb house, but it actually looks decent.
>Applejack, who is working on touching up small parts of the barn when you arrive, immediately notices you and Fluttershy.
>"Uh, howdy Fluttershy. Er, pardon my language, but what the hell are ya doin' with this thing?"
>"Oh, well his name is Kayge by the way, and I am helping him heal his broken leg." she smiles widely, though a huge hint of nervousness shows.
>Applejack continues looking at you while she speaks.
>"Yes, well tha's very nice an' all, but what in Equestria is he?"
"I'm a human, Miss Background."
>"Okay, smart guy, but what tha heck is a human?"
>You give a devious smile. She asked for it.
I'm trying to keep the characters intact. How am I doing on that front so far?
>>27388941
Kick that muddafucka in da face
>>27380596
>Before beginning the grand tour, you completely close your internet browser so that no evidence of your previous adventures on the web are seen.
>Such as pony related content. You don’t give a shit if anyone sees your porn.
>You start by showing her the basics. Desktop, start menu, text input, and the built in paint program.
>She is enamored by the colors of the screen as you go through the various functions.
>After closing the window containing a shitty stick figure, you go to your pictures folder.
>In it is a group of people in a grassy park; only a few people in it are posing for the camera, the rest are doing their best to do something dumb for the minute the picture is taken.
>It’s a memory that sticks out to you. This was the day of your graduation.
>You see yourself with your small group of friends. Everyone looks like they’re on top of the world as they all goof off.
>Fluttershy’s silent amazement stops when she asks you a question.
>”Are these your friends?”
>For just a bit longer you go over the picture before responding.
“Some of them are. I haven’t seen them for quite a few years now, really.”
>Those were some pretty good times…
>…But those were in the past now. You’ve got a life to focus on. Two now, if this doesn’t end up being some strange fever dream.
>”I hope my friends are okay…”
>She speaks with a more downtrodden, worried tone.
>That’s true. Could they have ended up in a similar predicament?
>The look on her face is enough to soften even your stone heart.
>You rest your hand on her hoof in an attempt to reassure her.
“I’m sure they’re safe and sound at their homes. They’re probably just as worried about you right now.”
>Luckily, it seems to be enough to bring a small smile back to her face.
>”I hope so…”
>Taking your hand off, you continue.
“And I’ll do what I can to get you back. I’m not sure what all I can do, but I’ll try.”
>Fluttershy looks back up at you and her smile widens just a bit.
>>27389206
>You aren’t sure what came over you just now to make you feel like you had to say that, but for now, you’ll just chalk it up to sleep deprivation.
>Before she can say anything, you yawn and look at the clock. Almost 4 AM. So much for getting to bed early tonight.
“Hey, I’m getting kind of tired, how’s about we continue this in the morning?”
>The pony looks just a bit disappointed at having to stop so early, but agrees none the less.
>She gets out of the chair and looks at you.
“You can sleep on this bed tonight. It might be a good idea to stay in here if you don’t like the cold.”
>Realization strikes you as you receive a questioning look from the pegasus below.
>By the time she woke up, you had already taken her out of the box. The sound of the window breaking probably evaded her as well.
>”Um, what’s wrong with the other rooms, if I can ask?”
>Looking down at the crate, you answer.
“See that crate over there? It was thrown through my window with you inside. Now the cold air is seeping in through a huge hole in the wall because of it.”
>Her pupils shrink a bit, hearing the slight annoyance in your voice.
>”O-oh my… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“
>Before she can get too far into her apology, you motion for her to stop.
“It’s alright. I’ve got a feeling that you probably didn’t hop in there to go for a joyride. Just an unexpected bump in the road is all. Anyways, let’s try to get some sleep. We should talk some more in the morning, if you’re up for it.”
>Meekly, she nods her head and walks to the bed.
“Could you get the light while you’re over there, too? Just twist the little knob to the right.
>Punctuating your request with a yawn, you sink into your chair and close your eyes.
>”Is, um… Is that really where you are sleeping? I don’t want to take your bed away from you…”
>Already drifting off, you answer.
“I fall asleep here four nights out of seven anyways. I’m good. Thanks though.”
>>27386212
I WANT MOAR SPITFIRE
>>27389228
>A shuffle of sheets, a click, and the absence of light are the last things that register to your tired mind before your consciousness fades away.
>…
>Your sleep is restless and filled with breaks in the cycle.
>It’s nothing too unusual, this always happens when you fall asleep at your desk.
>You keep telling yourself to get up and stagger to your bed, but you’re too comfortable to do that right now.
>Finally, you get enough clarity to force yourself out of your chair.
>It’s still dark out, so you haven’t been asleep all that long.
>A small chill runs up your body from the temperature of the room.
>Is your heater broken again?
>Whatever, the blankets will solve that.
>Arriving at the head of your bed, you look to your clock.
>6:12 AM
>Not bad. You’ll have plenty of time to get some real sleep.
>Your hair stands up on end as an unexpected noise erupts from behind you.
>It sounds close to a whimper, but you can’t quite place…
>You turn around, and still to your surprise you can see the faint outline of a sleeping equine laying her head on your pillow.
>So that wasn’t a dream…
>Through the darkness you can see that Fluttershy is completely uncovered, and is heavily shivering along with her pathetic whimpers.
>You can’t blame her, it IS pretty cold in here.
>Might as well plug in the space heater while you’re thinking about it.
>Quickly, you take the small heating implement from your closet and plug it in next to your bed.
>With sleep clouding your mind, you sit next to the sleeping pony and begin to absentmindedly stroke her side.
“Don’t worry…”
>You keep your voice low to avoid waking her.
“I’ll make this right.”
>By this time, she has stopped shivering.
>Removing your hand from the pony, you get up and tuck a blanket around her before going back to your chair.
>>27389264
Moar
>>27341516
Fuck you
>>27341267
and Fuck you
If I didn't know that you fucked over SA, i'd have enjoyed this coming back.
>>27388190
You are the biggest kike of them all, because you couldn't admit that you turned your back on SA
>>27389879
Nevermind, it was TF that never faced him.
You're still a cunt.
>>27389868
>>27389879
>fucked over SA
>>27389889
What are you talking about
>>27389868
>>27389879
>>27389889
what the hell is this guy on
>>27389889
>>27389879
>>27389868
Who the fuck is SA and why are you so assmad about it? Doesn't sound like these niggers even know what you're talking about.
Do you all not know that the chat was talking shit about Applefag?
>>27380336
Sorry. The past few days have been really fucking rough. Tomorrow is my birthday, I'll try to actually hunker down and write shit.
Also fuck off with this drama everyone
>>27390408
aaayyypy baaayyydayyy
>>27390300
chat?
applefag?
???
>>27390446
How many of you here, were here when the thread first started?
>>27390408
I didn't know skeletons could blush.
>>27390496
I was for a little, I do remember drama in the IRC with one of the writers, but he wasn't an applefag, I think his story was about scootaloo
Alright well if any unknown writefag is still allowed to post, I could totally get behind this prompt I think. I have tomorrow off so I could probably cook up something fun tonight and tomorrow.If you nigger faggots would have me. I have a pastebin as well of some shit I wrote in the past.
>>27390725
I'd be interested in reading that. What's the link?
>>27390725
Of course
If you're doing option 2 make sure to choose a non shit pone ;v)
>>27390725
Go for it. It will definitely be better than what I write!
>>27390420
Hey, I just wanted to say that I really liked your Trixie story. Made me feel warm and gooey inside. F-fag
>>27391119T-thanks man
I am actually rewriting the beginning of that story.I also had ideas for continuing it, but I'm not sure if people wanted it.
Also still writing on celly story
>>27391215
To be honest, I think it's good as it is.
But by all means, make green
>>27391240
Probably had a good stopping point for where it was, but the epilogue is very abrupt and rather unnecessary as others have shown/told me, and the beginning is just terribly done as it was before I started taking it seriously. But thanks for remembering man, means a lot!
>>27388941
"Modern humans are the only known existing members of Hominina clade, a diversion of the group Hominini belonging to the family of great apes. They are characterized by erect posture, bipedal locomotion and increased tool use due to impeccable dexterity. They tend to have more complex brains and societies."
>All those hours viewing Wikipedia at 4 in the morning finally paid off.
>You must've read that article 3 times at least.
>Applejack looks at you dumbfounded. As does Fluttershy. And Big Mac did too as he passed by with some baskets of Apples.
>"W-well, uh, thanks ah guess. P-Pardner...?"
>"S-so you're Fluttershy's friend ah guess?"
>Applejack played that off like the NHL.
"Sure, why not? She pretty much saved my life."
>She took in a deep breath. Her uneasiness showed right out in the open.
>"Well, any friend of Fluttershy isa friend of mine. Come on in, have some pie! Apple Bloom and Granny Smith just made Apple!"
"You had me at 'pie'!"
>...
>You finish off your second slice in no time at all. It's amazing you haven't puked.
>"Wow, mister! Ya sure like pie!" Apple Bloom says.
>"Hoo-wee! I've never seen someone like my pie that much!"
>Granny Smith decided she was a part of this now, so you let her continue.
>"Why, if you'd like some more pie, we have a cherry one stored somewhere. Applejack, go cut our guest a slice would you-"
*CLANK*
>A fork falls to the table.
>They all look over to the source, finding a open mouthed you staring off into space.
>"Uh, Kayge? Ya alright there?" says Applejack.
>Everyone slowly begins to grab for your attention. You begin mumbling.
"Cherry no not cherry anything but that cherry..."
>Granny Smith is puzzled.
>"Is something wrong with cherry?"
"Not the cherry please!"
>They all stare at you for your sudden outburst.
"No cherry for me, please. My brain just caught up with my stomach, heh heh!"
>Nobody is taking that to checkout.
"I have an irrational fear of cherry pie, okay!? No need to rub it in!"
>>27390788
>Out watching movie, will story tonight. Sorry about that.
My old shit should tide everyone over for a bit and offer hint of my shitty writing.
http://pastebin.com/u/anontheterrible
>>27389264
And I just read this. Really like the characterization you've got going for your Anon. Made me smile a bit.
>>27374021
MEANWHILE, IN HORSELAND
>Among the night under Luna's moon, Equestria is sound asleep.
>Ponies across the world have their heads softly resting on pillows, tired eyes closed and rejuvenating themselves for the next day amongst the Sun.
>Until it happens.
>You know the shit that happens, it's not like this thread hasn't had old history or anything.
>You see, when Anon decided to be a nigger and actually say out loud that he wanted option 2, he was granted it, and he was the first to be granted Celestia.
>But that doesn't mean Option 1 isn't still in effect. Anon simply is not there.
>During the fateful night, suddenly hundreds of ponies blinked from existence, including our beloved Elements of Harmony, both of the Princesses, many residents of Ponyville and Canterlot alike, even a few gryphons.
>The others who have taken Option 2 are having their own wishes granted.
>Those that picked one, find that it's not quite what they had in mind.
>The rest that remained on Equestria for that short period, learned that alongside this sudden crisis of rapture, they were suddenly missing something very valuable to them.
>Let us take a moment to examine this predicament on a journey with one of the ones who hadn't been taken.
>Here's one that still lives within the world, a quaint little dragon named Sp-
>Well shit, he's gone too.
>Who the fuck wants Spike?
>Whatever, give me a second, this shit is complete chaos and I'm tired of sounding like a storyteller.
>How about-, damnit, what the fuck!?
>I JUST SAW SOMEONE TAKE STEVEN MAGNET, HOW CAN YOU EVEN HIDE HIM?!
>For fuck's sake, let's go really obscure, uhh…
>Here, this little shit.
>Granny fucking Smith.
>She was rather distraught when she woke up to find her pudenda and ponut gone, but it was only further exacerbated when her children up and went missing.
>If both of those events weren't clues as to something going horribly wrong, when she went outside to find help, it was still nighttime.
>>27391904
>So, of course she'd blame Luna, or in this case, it'd be Nightmare Moon.
>Sorry, Granny, she's taken too.
>”Eeh! W-what's that?… Who's the whippersnapper talkin' there!?”
>Oh, that's me. I'm the narrator.
>”You were the one who took all my sweet ponies away, and my babymaker too, din'tchu?!”
>As much as I'd like to take credit, gonna have to say no. I'm just telling the audience what's happening.
>”Audience?!”
>Anyways, she was angry and confused, is the whole point.
>Like she always is, but now there's a reason.
>”H-hey!…”
>Alright, getting back to storyteller mode.
>There were many others like her that thought Nightmare Moon was the problem, but as more and more kept disappearing, it was apparent that it wasn't just Celestia's absence that was the problem.
>Whatever force that's behind these options on this /mlp/ thread is destroying Equestria.
>If you're not taken, you're left with your friends and family gone, never to create more.
>Without the necessary faculties, it won't be long before they perish.
>Some are attempting to use their magic to replace what once was lost.
>Some are traveling to Canterlot, intending to ask the Princesses of lost what is happening, or what to do.
>As Equestria begins its fall, other nations such as Gryphonstone and Yakyakistan are left to pick up the pieces, now having to take the lead over the world at large, guiding their people through the everlasting night.
>But there is still hope.
>While Equestria experiences the apocalypse, there is one who will find out what's going on.
>But you're going to have to wait, because I can't find her.
>Seriously, it's way out from Ponyville and even with the reduced population it's hard to-…
>Oh god, somebody took Granny Smith.
>FUCK EVERYTHING. Go back to Anon or someshit, I need a break…
>...
>>27391810
Thank
>>27391914
(Perspective – Anon)
>You lead Celestia past the incorrigible destruction of your hallway, towards the bathroom.
>She steps around some of the foam, looking a little concerned.
>”If I might ask, what did happen here?”
>A million different thoughts run through your head about if you should tell her.
>It's not like you're going to have to worry about keeping your story straight with your friend or anything, considering if they ever meet it'd be a moot point, because she'd be fucking gone.
>That's gonna suck.
>Oh well, you've been honest so far, right?
>You take a glance back at her as you enter the bathroom, starting to search through the cabinets for the first aid kit.
“I uuh… I was trying to hide you when you first appeared, because of that no-see rule. And uuh, when you were dropped off, I kind of had a friend over.”
>Celestia nods in understanding, now rubbing one of her legs as if in pain.
>You're getting to that.
>”I see. You must have had some trouble doing so, I'm assuming?”
>Finding the kit, you set it on the counter and clear your throat.
“Y-yeah… You wouldn't fit.”
>She looks back at the hallway.
>”I… wouldn't fit?”
“Well, in the bag you're kind of wrapped up in a ball, and you just didn't fit.”
>”So I was too large.”
>You look at her.
>Her face says it all.
>You just insinuated that she's fat.
>Oh god, what have you done?
“Gh, uh, …. I didn't… You're beautiful, you know that?”
>All of a sudden, a heavenly giggle.
>When you see the simper on those glorious lips, you realize that she was fucking with you.
>”Why, thank you.”
“...I see what you d-did there.”
>Your voice went a few octaves too high.
>Quickly attempting to perform damage control to the hull breach of pasta from your every orifice, you open the kit and start getting gauze and cloth ready with some isopropyl alcohol.
>You wordlessly motion for her to give you one of her hoofs, and she grants you the royal frog.
>>27391926
>You wet the cotton ball, and you very carefully wrap your fingers underneath her shoe, slipping it off much more slowly than you intended.
>You set the golden decoration down on the counter, noting that it felt rather soft for metal.
>That thing is probably real gold.
>Now you brush your hand against her bare hoof, ready with the wet cotton.
>When you take a risk and look back up at her, she was giving you an interesting look.
>”My my, you're quite gentle.”
“Uh, thanks. This won't feel gentle, though.”
>”Go ahead.”
>You ready up some cloth, and start to treat her wounds, pressing the alcohol upon her many cuts.
>You feel some muscle twitches in her leg, so she does feel it.
>But her countenance and tone betray that notion very convincingly.
>”So, you never finished your story.”
>You work down through her hoof, beginning to take some bandages over the cleaned and ointment-covered areas.
“Yeah, so anyways, I had to find a way to get you through, since my friend was here in this very bathroom, doing bathroom things. As it turns out, the -hallway- was so skinny, that I managed to wedge you in tight enough to where you didn't even touch the ground.”
>”And you're not one for magic, yes?”
>You nod.
“In fact, I'm pretty sure real magic, you know, not illusions? It doesn't really… exist here.”
>”No magic?”
“Mmn-mmn.”
>First gauze goes on, tying it carefully around a multitude of cuts in the most efficient location you could.
>”How does your kind live in your day-to-day life?”
“What do you mean?”
>”With nothing to move your sun and moon, what is it like outside?”
>You look up for a moment to see that she's being serious.
>Well, she is from a different dimension.
“It's all automated by a thing called gravity.”
>”You mean to say that the force that keeps our hooves on the ground is the same force that manages the cycle of day and night?”
>You tie up a second gauze, and motion for her to switch hooves.
>>27391939
“Well, yeah. Gravity's made by a bunch of psuedo-wave particles called gravitons, and the more they hit something, the more that something is attracted to the original source.”
>”That is rather advanced technology. What is your species called?”
“Human. Er, you just meant normally, right?”
>Celly nods, offering you her other hoof, to which you remove the golden slipper as well.
>”Yes. Human… I cannot say I've heard of them in Equestria. So, what did you do about my wedged form?”
>It's obvious she mainly wants to know just how badly you fucked up, so you take a breath and get it over with.
“Alright, so you were stuck. I figured I could take some oil and lubricate the bag so I could push you through, so I did just that. But my friend who was here, he was about to get out and see you.”
>Celestia takes a polite sniff of the air, and of the sides of her fur.
>”Hm..”
“Yeah, I got a shower you can use, sorry… Well, the oil worked. A little too well. See, I pushed, and managed to get you out, but I don't know what the he- heck happened, whether it was a pin on my pants or it was just really dry or something,”
>You intentionally leave out the fact it was her horn.
“But the oil decided to catch fire, and it nearly burned my house down.”
>She was speechless, but you were focused on cleaning her up to look at her reaction.
“In the meantime, I pushed you out of the way enough so you were nowhere near it, but you also bumped into my dresser and the TV fell on you. That's what you threw off when you woke up. Again, sorry.”
>”...I-It's quite alright...”
“So I marched in here, got a fire extinguisher, and put out the flame. That's the story.”
>You feel like a fucking idiot.
>You did before, but now that the mare you wanted to impress and look good in front of now probably thinks the same thing, and you can feel heat rising in your face after telling her about your incompetence.
>>27391952
>”I'm sure it was disorienting finding yourself in a rare situation as today has been. I know that I feel this way, too.”
>You smile a bit at her playing it off cool, and she smiles back.
>You tie the gauze around her other wounds on that arm, and after a quick inspection, they seem to be good.
“Alright. ...”
>But, her whole body is bruised and cut.
>Like her back legs.
>...Shit.
>Celestia must've seen what you were looking at.
>”Don't worry about the rest of me. I've seen your process, and I should be able to take care of it. Thank you.”
>Her horn glows much more lightly than before, and the supplies of the first aid kit start orbiting around her form, beginning to clean herself much more quickly than you were able to.
>Now that it was her being busy, you felt the need to fill the silence as she did.
“So, now that you're here to stay, I should probably ask you some things.”
>”Mm, what is it?”
>She looked like she was concentrating, but was still looking at you with a warm welcome.
“Uh, well, what do you eat? I'll be taking a trip to the store soon to pick up cleaning stuff, so I might as well get things for you while I'm out.”
>”Oh, yes. Well, normally I would partake in oats from the Palace's storage with some Ponyville-grown apple juice, for breakfast. During lunch, I'd have a variety of fruits from Canterlot's many produce markets freshly picked by the owners, and I didn't have supper often due to my royal duties...”
>Not sure you'd be able to pick out the most fresh fruit of all time, but you at least knew to get bananas that were slightly green, watermelon that sounded hollow when you knock on it and all that shit.
>”Of course, I know I shouldn't expect the same. It might be nice to try the food of this world. It's never too late to explore new opportunities.”
“How about cake?”
>Everything Celestia was levitating suddenly stops in its tracks.
>”You have cake?”
>>27391962
>Oh fuck, she looks ravenous all of a sudden.
>Damnit brain, you've fucked your master over once again.
>Cake's expensive, yo.
“Er… I can get some. Wha-”
>”If you could- I mean, if you'd be able to, angel's food would be, ...”
>Now who's getting rosy cheeks?
>It's so fucking cute, you can't contain your grin.
“I'll be sure to get some, don't worry. After all, I want to make you feel as at home as possible.”
>You feel something wet hit your bottom lip, and your fingers feel a liquid.
>It's red, of course. You haven't even messed with your nose yet, and your shirt's all bloody now.
>”You need medical attention of your own, Anonymous. Do you have an icebox?”
>Oh right, lack of technology.
“Yeah, it's called a refrigerator here, though. It's powered and everything. Here, let me around and I'll get some for us.”
>Celestia sets down the supplies, looking nice and patched up already.
>She does take a dab of gauze and gently levitates it to your nose, and you take it to apply pressure.
“Thanks. Guess I was a little busy making sure you were okay.”
>”I've had to treat some broken noses in my time, more my sister's in our youth than anypony else, but all the same.”
“Your sister got a broken nose?”
>Celestia confirms this as the two of you move back out to the livingroom, then the kitchen.
>”While we were being raised in the old castle of the Everfree Forest, we used to get into many dangerous situations because Luna would find something fun to do, and I always followed her to make sure she didn't get hurt. Oh dear, it's been quite a long time since I've remembered my childhood...”
>You open the freezer, finding some icepacks that you hand to Celestia, then put one over your eye and nose.
“Yeah, I was actually going to ask, but I wasn't sure if it was, you know, proper.”
>Celestia's glow envelopes the icepack, and she places it on what seemed to be her worst bruise, which was on one of her knees.
>>27391973
>”It's fine. It's refreshing to find conversation with someone that wasn't secretly afraid or intimidated by me, actually...”
>Well, you were intimidated, but not in the same way she meant.
>DAT ASS
>Yes, you're still thinking about it.
>It's not like the fire extinguisher went and broke yo' dick.
>You tried not to look right at her cornucopia as she led the way into the bedroom.
“Stick with me, Celestia, you'll learn all about the life of a common fool. I'll show you the ropes.”
>She gives that polite giggle again, making your glucose levels raise even higher.
>”I can't wait.”
>Now that your nose is plugged and black eye iced, you've come to a social impasse.
>There's not much to do right now, because you need to go to the store before you clean anything up.
>But you're not about to leave when Celestia first came here.
>You're still wowing about the fact a real live My Little Pony was standing in front of you, actually starting to like you.
“So...”
>”So.”
>She's fucking with you again.
>That smile, doe.
>The two of you start walking back into the livingroom, and you finally think of something to say.
“So, what do you do for fun?”
>”Me?”
>Right, she's a- was, a busy princess.
“No, the table. He says he likes things sitting on him.”
>”Oh? Does the couch feel the same way?”
>Hey, your autism is being accepted.
“Why don't you check and see?”
>Giving you a bemused look, she turns around and plants her backside upon the cushion.
>As bad as it sounds, when she falls asleep you're probably going to do bad things to that lucky-ass cushion.
“It's not a royal throne or anything, but I got it at Morris' Home Furnishing. They make good shi...shtuff.”
>”Sounds like you were about to say something else?”
>You've managed to keep your filter on pretty tightly since she's been awake, but you're just a naturally foul-mouthed person.
>Then again, in 2016, who isn't?
>But you tried, for the sake of her being a princess.
>>27391989
“Oh, uh… It was the same thing, I was just… N-nevermind.”
>”I think I understand.”
“Yeah, just stuff. Furniture, obviously.”
>You sit on the other side of the couch, contemplating whether or not to turn the TV on to get off this subject.
>”It's okay, Anonymous.”
“What? 'Course it's okay. I just meant stuff.”
>”Mhm, sure.”
>Oh, she's playing you, is she?
>Fuck that shit, you're striking back.
“Fine, what did you think I was going to say?”
>She raises an eyebrow, but you're distracted at the sudden possibility you were about to hear something once thought impossible.
“Yeah, that's what I-”
>”I believe you stopped yourself from vocalizing a vulgar term.”
>Damn.
“Which one?”
>Now she smiles again, but with a bit more devious look.
>”You should know I have a sibling that does the same tricks, Anonymous.”
>Yeah, figures.
>Maybe you could watch TV or something.
>Maybe she'd get a kick out of watching the show?
>But first, you were going to make this happen.
“Aww, c'mon Princess. You're not getting what's going on, here.”
>”Oh?”
>Word carefully, brain.
why didn't you put your dick away
>Fuck off, brain.
“I mean, you might be a Princess, but without a kingdom to run, you don't have to watch yourself around your guards or diplomats. You're just here, with a random guy that honestly doesn't give a… fuck.”
>Her eyes widen slightly at the big ol' F bomb.
>Maybe you didn't read her right, but you said it now, there's no going back.
“But seriously, you were working constantly, day in, day out. Now's your chance to loosen up, relax, put your feet up! Or hooves, whatever. My point is, you can be yourself here. Don't let me stop you from at least having fun and making the best of a bad situation.”
>She looks at you with curiosity for a moment, her shimmering mane only making her look that much more beautiful.
>>27392002
“C'mon. It's a big lifestyle change, so baby steps. What did you think I was going to say?”
>Here's hoping she doesn't get mad at you already.
>In fact, her eyebrows are curling in, oh shit.
>It's as if she was insulted that you could even think to say something like that to her.
>Oh shit, you ruined your chance, didn't you?
>She's just thinking you're some depraved peasant who she would never be caught dead talking to-
>”Shit.”
>Your diamond-hard boner literally rips through your pants at the sound.
>Okay, not literally, but holy SHIT.
>You stare with your eye and mouth wide open, completely dumbfounded.
>Celestia's cheeks are redder than ever, and she begins fanning her face a bit with her wing.
>Turns out what you thought was anger was merely her trying to get the guts to say it.
>”Oh dear, I deeply apologize, I didn't mean to… blurt it out like that… I'm not used to saying-”
“That was awesome. You're awesome.”
>”...Really?”
“Yes, really! Oh man, it's normal to hear in conversation in life now, but you ever have that feeling where you've seen or heard something you'd never thought you would experience in your entire life? I just had that. Er, not that I'm implying anything, just… That was awesome.”
>You're geeking out too much, Anon.
>Reel it back.
>”I haven't uttered any vulgarities…. I'm not sure, maybe never. I think I may have said something in private with my sister when we learned what they meant, but nothing came of it. I was far too fearful of my parents and their royal-bound lifestyle, as you know.”
>You take the remote for the TV in your hand, leaning back and appreciating your accomplishment.
“Are you sure it wasn't something that isn't really a curse but as kids you found it funny?”
>Celestia shrugs, still a little flustered from her impulsive action.
>”It was quite long ago.”
“How long ago?”
>Celestia thinks for a moment, and quite obviously gets nowhere.
>>27392012
>”I can guarantee that I'm older than 1500. However, when time passes by in such large quantities, your mind tends only to remember the necessary things.”
>Isn't that true.
>You've forgotten just about everything from your childhood except for the times that you broke bones, and when you first told your parents you hated them.
>Aah, teen angst.
>But her answer does raise a question.
“I wouldn't ever ask you how old you were, but on that topic, uuh...”
>Celly looks at you, a little more calm now.
“As I've watched… Well, you and the rest of Equestria on this show here, well… Are you immortal? It's something I've, well, many of us wanted to know.”
>The sudden change in topic followed with the slightest bit of mood whiplash, and she frowns slightly.
“...I'm sorry, that was too personal.”
>”It's fine. There's many new things to experience here, and that I can see will include questions I've never truly had to answer.”
>Shit man, you didn't mean to bring it down like that.
“You don't have to answer, really. I shouldn't have brought it up.”
>”Curiosity is never a maleficent quality, Anonymous. I am. As far as I know, and from what has taken place in my life, I don't believe I'll ever see an end. Not a peaceful one, anyways.”
>Now you feel bad for asking it, but she answered.
>But despite your better judgement, you now wonder to yourself if she just meant ageless, or truly immortal.
>”I see the machinations of your mind. If I were to engage in combat and lose, … No. I would not return or revive. My sister and I have long lives, but if it be sword or magic, we could perish.”
>You nod slowly.
“Just ageless, then. Er, thanks for telling me, and if I ever pose a question that's personal like that, I'll try to be more careful.”
>With that, the line of dialogue ends between the two of you, at least for that conversation.
>>27392025
>Feeling a rising awkward silence, you brandish the remote in hand, and power on the TV.
“Let's see what we have to watch...”
>Onwards to Netflix.
>Considering you didn't have standard cable, it was either this, Youtube or Crunchyroll.
>Yes, you watch anime.
>You already watch a show about colorful pastel ponies, and look where that got you.
>”Anonymous?”
>As you begin to browse through the list of shows in an attempt to remove the cursor from MLP, you grant her your full, unwavering, undivided attention, free of the distractions of life.
“Huh.”
>”This play, that you've shown me of our world… Might I be able to view more of it?”
>Your thumb stops clicking, and you sit up so you don't sound like some fat NEET when you speak.
“Well, uhh… I wasn't sure if you wanted to, but we could… Are you sure about this?”
>She looks back at the screen, and you can't tell if she's just mesmerized about the TV's existence, or if it was the subject matter.
>”Yes. I want to see just how accurate the humans have told our story. If it is, I'll at least have something from home to remember by...”
>Her voice is sullen by the end of the sentence, and it's all you can muster not to turn the TV right off there and go get her some cake, or do something to get her mind off it.
>But she wants to see it.
>Who are you to deny her?
“Okay. We'll watch it, and hopefully it all checks out on your end. Although it mainly focuses on the Elements, won't see too much of what you're used to, probably.”
>”That's fine.”
>You maneuver back up to the show, and boot up Ticket Master.
>This should be fun.
>…
Comments and critique is always wanted! With that perspective switch, I will do more with it soon. Just a little sneakerpeeker
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>>27392037
jesus christ with this amount of green
>>27392037
Loving it so far
>>27364367
>Your review of exactly what you'd agreed to goes quickly
>Not well of course, you've discovered that essentially your little post has potentially destroyed your life and definitely destroyed Gilda's
>But even as you lament your new life, you wonder how much flexibility those conditions have
>Would she be taken away even if she was seen from below as she flies high?
>What if someone only caught a glimpse of her in the window and thought it was just a cat?
>How long before she hops on your hot monkey dick?
>You slap yourself around for that last thought, despite being completely valid
>After all, it said right there that she would eventually fall in love with you
>These questions revolve around your head as you make your way back to the couch and sit down
>Gilda seems at least slightly less frightened at the moment, for what it's worth
>Actually, she's studying you the same way a wolf would watch a herd of moose, like she's looking for weakness
>But she remains totally silent, so you decide to speak up
“Listen, I don't know what brought you here...”
>Sure it's an outright lie, but how do you say 'hey so don't be mad but I fucked up your life lol'
>Easy, you don't
“But it looking like you'll be here for a while. So I guess we ought to try and make nice.”
>You offer an open hand to her and try on your best, warm smile
>She eyes you suspiciously, and after a moment reaches out and fist bumps your fingertips
>You blink in confusion, but pull your hand back anyway
>”Fine, but if you try anything you'll find real quick why I was kicked outta Ponyville.”
>You nearly say you already know what she was, your mouth even opens to insert your foot
>Fortunately your brain starts choking that thought before it can reach your vocal cords
“That's fine. Make yourself at home I guess?”
>She snorts and lays her head back down
>”You bet I will.”
>Wow what a bitch
>>27392855
>You yawn and your gaze drifts over to the clock on the wall
>Nearly one in the morning
>You stretch out and stand up from the couch
>It was Saturday so you didn't have to work tomorrow
>But you were tired, and sure as hell drained from all this crap today
“Well, I'm going to bed. Try not to damage anything, or eat Huginn.”
>She cocks her head and looks up at you
>”What's a Huginn?”
>As if to answer, your raven croaks from his cage
>”Oh-din, oh-din.”
>You smile at the look of complete bewilderment on her face
>You were quite proud of teaching that bird how to talk
>He certainly hadn't been an overly willing subject, until you'd started giving him treats when he got things right
>Things started picking up after that
>And the look on the faces of your guests was always entertaining
>”That thing can talk? I thought it was just a dumb bird.”
>You laugh quietly, walk over to Huginn, and take him out of his cage
>Huginn croaks indignantly and flaps onto your shoulder, keeping his eyes on Gilda
“That's what most people think, ravens are quite clever though. Smarter than a lot of people I know.”
>You hear her laugh but when you look back over she's covered her face with a wing
“Well anyway, goodnight. Shout if Huginn gives you any trouble, but he ought to be fine if you don't attack him or me.”
>You hear a quiet muttering behind you as you walk into the bedroom and shut the door
>Huginn hops off your shoulder as you lay down and pull the covers over yourself
>Everything could wait until you had a full day, and a good night sleep
>>27392861
>A horrible cawing and heavy beating of wings tears you from your slumber
>No, why would you be able to sleep, that's not allowed
>Your eyes crack open and you see Huginn pecking down at your belly
>Then, you feel exactly what's he's peck at
>It takes a moment, but your vision clears a bit and you see Gilda pressed up against your belly and swiping at Huginn
>In a second you sit bolt upright in your bed, now wide awake
>The raven jumps off you, still croaking loudly and Gilda scrambles off the bed and lands loudly on the floor
“Just what in the hell is going on?”
>Huginn quiets down at your shouting, and you can hear the slight brushing noise as Gilda tries creeping away
“Hey, don't think you're getting out of here without an explaination.”
>The top of her head pokes above the bedspread
>Damn, that's actually a little adorable
>Then she rolls her eyes and starts walking out of the room
>”It was cold out here. Try turning up the heat you dweeb.”
>Boy she was an ungrateful cunt of a catbird
>Also, it was the middle of summer, you were sweating your balls off in bed
>Through the window you can see dawn breaking over the edge of the cityscape
>Sure your apartment might have been a tiny highrise, but that was some view
>You know, whenever you woke up early enough to see it
>Huginn perches on one of the corners of your bed, gazing at you expectantly
>Like he wanted a reward for 'protecting' you from Gilda
>In his defense, she had been the one coming into your bed
>Well, you all needed some breakfast
>When you finally get your lazy ass out of the bedroom, the sight of the living room stops you in your tracks
>Just what in the fuck happened to your beautiful room?
>gone for 3 days
>write three posts
Welp, I'm going to go hang myself.
>>27389264
>>27392874
I'll read it right after I post a short update.
>Sleep comes much easier than before.
>Before you know it, you are awoken by the alarm of your watch on your desk.
>You really have no idea why you use this instead of the perfectly fine desk clock next to your bed, but whatever.
>Light faintly shines beyond your window, telling you that today is going to be filled with clouds once again.
>Groggily you get up from your chair, a nice crick in your back greeting you.
>Looking over at your bed, you see that Fluttershy is still asleep and that this is indeed still not a dream.
>It appears to be 10:30 AM on the dot from what your clock says.
>Good enough time to wake up, you suppose.
>You decide to let the bed’s occupant sleep a bit longer, seeing as she’s had a much rougher night than you.
>Removing the makeshift insulator once more from your door, you step out into the wall of cold.
>As soon as you walk into your living room, your mouth drops.
>Snow. A huge pile of it, right under the base of your window. It’s also still coming in.
>You knew there were going to be snow showers, but not THIS bad!
>For a while, you just stare.
>Fuck it. You’re making breakfast. It’s the floorboards’ issue now.
>Walking to the kitchen, you ponder on what to eat.
>Whatever it is, you’ll have to make double what you normally do.
>It’s been a while since you’ve made breakfast for two.
>As you look down at a box of instant oatmeal packets, you remember the last time you did.
>The woman you had over ended up slipping a roofie in your juice. When you came to, your wallet was gone, your toaster was too, and all the plates at the table were licked clean.
>It always seems like shit like that happens whenever the girl you have over is great in bed.
>Totally worth it, though.
>Finding some pancake mix in the cupboard, you decide to just make something simple today.
>Setting out a bowl and some plates, you proceed to pour the powder into the bowl and mix it with some water.
>>27392916
>The counter is already a mess.
>After all of the lumps are crushed out of existence, you set a skillet on the old gas stove, you ignite the burners and pour half of the contents of the bowl on two different parts.
>One timeskip later and you have two very large golden brown pillows of… whatever pancakes are made of.
>You slide one onto each plate.
>Before leaving, you get out some syrup and butter.
>Once back at your room, you quietly open the door and creep back to your bed.
>As she lets out small, near inaudible snores, you see a single strand of her light pink mane blow out with every breath she exhales.
>Out of habit, you end up lightly brushing it back into the rest of her mane with the back of your fingers.
>With a steady hand, you lightly shake the sleeping mare through the covers in an attempt to wake her.
“Hey, it’s morning. You don’t want to sleep the rest of the day away, do you?”
>Slowly she stirs, making small squeaking sounds before stretching and letting out a large yawn.
>Well, large for her.
>Her eyes open up partially, trying to comprehend the space around her now that it actually has daylight filling it.
“Good morning, Fluttershy. Feeling better this morning, I hope?”
>The pony sits up, rubbing her eye with a hoof.
>”Mmmh… Good morning… I’m fine…”
>Turning around, you begin to head back to the room in which your holy bounty of breakfast food awaits.
“I’ve got food waiting in the kitchen if you’re hungry. It’s two rooms to the right as soon as you leave this room.”
Page 9 bump
>>27390725
>>27391732
Alright I'm gonna stop being a faggot and write now. I might even go back and finish off that Walking Dead with the CMC's thing some day. I did have chapter two started...
>Be Anon E. Moose.
>Useless fuck who coasted his happy ass through life for 23 years all the way to the comfy cozy job from home that pays far more than it should for the amount of work you.
>Seriously, a fucking monkey with basic Microsoft skills could do what you do.
>You basically went into character creator and set your Luck to 10 and everything else was just shitty or base stats.
>Except your Intelligence maybe...
>My god, and you wonder how you haven't gotten laid in months you fucking loser.
>You are such a fucking loser in fact, that you spent a good majority of your edgy teen years on /b/
>And like the faggot you were, you followed /b/'s advice one day, and actually watched a few episodes of some faggoty ass cartoon with magic horses and friendship.
>And by god, like the faggot you are, you watched goddamn all of it.
>Even went to the conventions a couple of times.
>But you don't go to work in real life, you can substitute social interaction with a screen too, right?
>Alright, you can't, but fucking hell, those people smelled like 2 weeks worth of ball sweat and smegma after hiking through a hot jungle.
>And so instead you found a group of somewhat like-minded degenerate fucks on /mlp/
>A group of horse-fuckers, just like you
>You would never openly admit it to anyone you know in real life, not that you really knew anyone anyways, but a well made picture of Pinkie spreading her fat ass over a counter in the bakery expands your dong like nothing else.
>Your days were pretty simple
>Fix up a little shitty work issues here and there, get monies, browse dank memes, and see what all the nor/mlp/eople were up to other than bitching about some episode or fandom drama.
I get way to wordy sometimes. Tell me if I should tone it down a bit after this next part.
>>27393737
>Today is like any of the others. You tore through your "job" before lunch and you STILL rolled out of bed at 10.
>Imagine if you only had the inspiration, motivation, drive, or whatever it is you need to actually do something with your spare time other than masturbate to cartoon horses.
>You've played out your fair share of vidya by now, already on your 2nd playthrough of Fallout 4 among several others.
>You watched anime, cartoons, and what the fuck ever was on Netflix.
>You even fucked around with your multitude of creative music and art programs, all ill-gotten of course, for a grand total of 5 minutes before remembering you don't have a lick of creativity in you.
>And so you went to 4chan instead.
>/mlp/ is still being autistic faggots as per usual, but dammit, they are your autistic faggots.
>And look at that. People whining about the new episode already, general...happening...general..........general...........Aryanne.......certain character general...............writers general.
>Pfft yea right. You can't write for shit.
>You browse the catalog for anything that catches your interest finding several lewd threads that you decide to open and check out later.
>And...what is this?
>You have two choices....
"Suuurrrrrrrrrre..."
>You mumble to no one
>You open this one as well, maybe some poor sap got roped into writing about giving a pony some hot monkey dicking.
>"What do you think you're doing, Anon?"
>Bitch, Imma fap to the thought of you taking my cock up your smart ass in that position, book horse.
Anyone alive tonight?
Alive and reading. Continue, good Sir.
>>27394029
>You read through the rules. They seem simple enough.
>Both options are pretty shitty when you get right down to it.
>You are a young man with needs.
>Willingly living in a world with no sex of any sort and an eternity of guaranteed friendzoning by the very characters you have so frequently in the past gotten off to?
>Nope.jpg
>But that second option...could you live with doing something like that to any of these characters you have grown to love so much?
>Could you honestly live out your life with them knowing that you took them away from the only lives they have ever known and instead drag them into what might as well be hell by comparison in your fucked up world full of all the evils that man has created?
>......yea probably.
>Your cat decides you weren't paying enough attention to her and decides she needs to bump against your leg and meow at you.
"Okay you fat shit, I'll get you some food in a second."
>Kyubey, you called her.
>She wasn't quite the epitome of evil, per se, but you swear she would do nothing but sit there and stare creepily at you for the first month or two of adopting her.
>You look back at the screen...and you feel a little conflicted.
>You don't even know why.
>Was this thread even that interesting?
>Would it make any difference if you posted in an interesting thread anyways?
>When was the last time you even posted on here?
>Why is your fucking cat still whining at you?
"Alright! Christ, go pick on another grade school Jap girl or something."
>You emphasize your annoyance by picking her up with a hand and dropping her a few feet from you.
>As you begin you stand up, that damn screen catches your eye one last time...
>It doesn't seem like a big deal, hell it really isn't.
>Then what makes you do this?
>You lean down over your chair and scroll up to the reply button.
>I am indeed not a robot.
>...Option...2...
>>27394111
>You hover over the post button for a moment, deciding whether or not you should bother posting an image at all.
>In your moment of hesitation, Kyubey decides to bite one of your toes causing you to flinch back.
"Ah! What the fuck is your problem?!"
>You finally realize, something is different.
>She may be a shit sometimes, but she has never really bitten you like that before.
>Even when you kicked her back from the biting, she is still not running off.
>Instead she's only whining louder at you.
"...okay, you're kinda freaking me out."
>Why are you trying to reason with a cat?
>More importantly, what is her issue?
>In your musings, you had not noticed what was different about your small house in the outskirts of the suburbs.
>You live alone.
>Well, just you and the cat anyways.
>It's funny to think that you had been so used to living with your old roommates that it took you more than a few seconds to realize that you never invited anyone over today, and you don't have roommates anymore.
>Then who the fuck was that standing in your hallway?
"...hey who the fuck-"
>Before you can get out your question, your bedroom light begins to flicker.
>There is a low rumbling like a minor tremor.
>Oh so now mother nature is on this pricks side, thanks you hormonal bitch!
>You stumble backwards reaching frantically behind you for your gun you keep on your desk all while keeping your eyes on the dark figure in the hallway.
>You don't know what it is about this particular person but something is just not right about them.
>Other than the fact that they were in your house without your permission and not yet full of several 9 millimeter entry wounds.
>Maybe it was the red eyes that seemed to glow in the darkness of the hallway.
>Or maybe it was the steadily growing aura of power they had growing around them.
>>27394161
>As the energy surrounding them slowly grew brighter, so too did the rumbling of your home.
>You can barely make out the howling of your now freaking out cat over the sound of a couple books falling from their shelves.
>"~THE CHOICE HAS BEEN MADE~"
>The voice that delivers this information is terrifying to you.
>It was female, yet very dry and raspy, as if it was coming from a mummy.
>In any other circumstance, it would just sound like some old bitch who smoked too much but something about this voice penetrates deep down to some primal feeling within you.
>Your very being is telling you that you should not be here.
>The ground is shaking violently now, and shit is falling everywhere
>"~WILL YOU BE ABLE TO LIVE WITH IT, MORTAL? HEHEHEHEHE...~"
>Panic.webm
>Your hand finally finds the comforting feeling of the synthetic grip attached to your hand cannon.
>You scream a bit more fearfully than you would have liked.
"LIVE WITH THIS YOU GERIATRIC FUCK!"
>You whip about your gun and fire
>There is an ear shattering *BANG!* followed by a muzzle flash that blinds you
>In the same moment, your bedrooms ceiling fan, finally deciding it has taken enough of the tremors, shakes loose from it's screws and drops down on your head.
>You are out before you hit the ground.
Fuck I miss writing. I'm tired though. I'll have to figure out who I'm actually going to write about tomorrow morning.What do you think so far desu?
>>27390300
Do you not know applefag was indeed a fag? And a bitch.
>>27392037
Remember she's a 1500 years old Virgin and if anon penetrates her he will become ageless.
>>27394350
Please stop with the drama
Page 9 bump
Pre work bamp. Also new thread soon
>>27396315
Use an attractive form for attract writefags
>>27396460
that whole prompt is what was always used
>>27395145
I realized the mistake after it was already too late. I apologize for the stir.
>>27396508
This. We already have around 5-6 writers and 102 unique posters, so I'd say the traditional OP is just fine.
>>27394237
I like the story so far. It's good.
>>27396797
Thanks bb
Well now I'm kinda stuck here. Not really sure who I should write aboutloving tenderly with my dick. I don't really have a favorite but I was a Dashfag in the beginning. Thing is she's been fucked so many times in greentext stories alone, I'm afraid of contracting herpes just from writing about her. Oh fuck it, I think I have a different idea.
>>27394237
>You wake to a pounding
>You don't know what kind of pounding, as all of your senses are kind of jumbling into one.
>You feel your head pounding, your ears are pounding, you taste and smell blood in time with the peaking of the other sensations.
>You wonder if this is what death feels like.
>No you can't be dead from a fucking ceiling fan.
>You may be an uninspired sack of shit, but you weren't gonna go out like that.
>You fight to find some semblance of normalcy.
>You try to move your left arm.
>It hurts a bit, but there is a shifting somewhere, you can faintly hear it.
>Good.
>Now the othe-OK FUCK THAT ONE KINDA HURTS.
>Lets just stick with the easy stuff.
>You push up with your not fucked up arm and manage to get some momentum.
>Debris from the ceiling falls off of you and onto the ground.
>You at least manage to get yourself into a kneeling position.
>What in the fuck happened?
>Some of your memories return to you from earlier and you freeze.
>That creepy fuck might still be around.
>You aren't tied up or being ass raped with a rusty spoon yet, so that clearly wasn't their MO.
>Doesn't matter, acquire firearm.
>You feel around in the dark with your one good arm, trying to avoid the broken glass shards as best you can.
>You smack something hard with your hand and it moves a foot or two away on the carpet.
>Cursing yourself for not being more careful, you find it once more and bring it around now pointing down your hallway.
>You think that's where the hallway more or less is anyways.
>There is not a lot of light from your window so it must still be dark out.
Pretty sure nobody's gonna mind if I break away from butterhorse for a bit to post another option 2.
>It’s just your average day.
>The sun is out, you’ve just gotten home from college for the weekend, and there is a large burlap sack of questionable origin on your doorstep.
>You eye it with a mix of curiosity and excitement.
>Last time there was something like this left by your house, it was your neighbors dropping off some extra crops they had from their garden.
>Though last time they just used a paper bag from the grocery store down the road.
>There is no note telling you where this came from or who might have left it, so you elect to take it inside and investigate further.
>Without hesitation, you pick up the bag and haul it over your shoulder.
“Damn… This is a lot heavier than the last one.”
>After struggling to open the door with only one hand, you put the bag back down and open it before stepping through the threshold to your house.
>You end up dragging the bag all the way to the couch instead of picking it up again.
>Working the strain out of your arms, you sit down and prepare to undo the string to the sack.
>With a swift yank, it comes undone, and you look inside the now open hole in the bag.
>The gods take mercy on you as you lean in and almost poke your eye out on a sharp object suddenly jutting out of the opening.
“Jesus!”
>You fall back in your couch, panicking at the thought that you came less than an inch away from losing an eye.
>This is definitely not a vegetable.
>Soon, your mini panic attack is over and you check the bag again.
>>27397375
>On closer inspection, the object seems to be a light purple color and is attached to something bigger down below.
>Traveling down its length, you find a darker shade of purple, along with a couple of stripes, each being two different shades of what seems to be pink or magenta.
>You aren’t too good with colors.
>Even further down, you find more purple, the same color of the horn.
>Deciding you need a better look, you just abandon the slow observation and unfurl the rest of the sack.
>What you see before you raises many emotions, along with several questions.
>You see a horn protruding from a forehead covered in strangely colored hair.
>Said hair grows out in a line running down a long neck leading to a small torso with a pair of folded wings.
>Slightly further down you spy an odd six pointed star pattern at what would be the equivalent of a human’s upper thigh.
>You don’t immediately admit it to yourself, but the truth forces its way into your mind soon enough.
>At your feet, crumpled up on top of the opened bag lies Twilight Sparkle.
>At first, you think it might have been a plush of some sort, but seeing her shift around a bit crushes that theory and tosses it straight out the window.
>Your mind is ablaze with questions.
>Is this real? Did you die in a car crash on your way home and now you’re in some odd afterlife?
>…Is there just some dude who genetically engineered ponies from the show and he’s dropping them off at random houses like a teen mom with a failed abortion?
>Why you? Why of all the people in this neighborhood were you the one to get this pony?
>You watch the show, but what are the odds that someone knew that and somehow put a living version of this fictional character on your doorstep?
>Then, something hits you.
>A small action, one so small you forget most of the time you do it.
>A certain thread on a certain online image board comes to mind.
>The premise was blurry in your head, but you can somewhat recall the minor details.
>>27397387
>You could either go to Equestria but nobody had their genitals, or you could stay here and live with your favorite pony, provided nobody knows of their existence.
>Being the psychopathic life wrecker you are, you chose option 2. Why? Who knows, really.
>Either way, that’s the only real lead you have right now.
>So, this is happening. It’s happening. It’s almost as if Ron Paul has kicked your door down and is yelling at you just how much it is really happening right now.
>Think, the best course of action here would be to…
>…Wake her up. Yeah. Sure. Sounds great. Just get the intro over with right away, right?
>Nervously, you walk over to the lump of pone and kneel down.
>You place a hand on her side, noticing just how soft her oddly colored fur is.
>Then you begin to shake her.
“Hey, wake up! Don’t be dead on me right now, okay? I’ve got better things to be doing on my weekend than bury a body.”
>In a matter of seconds, the purple mare begins to show signs of waking up.
>You, however keep your hand on her and continue to shake.
>She slowly shows signs of lucidity, and opens her eyes about three quarters of the way.
“Alright, good. You AREN’T dead.”
>No response, but she appears to be gaining a slight look of fear on her features.
“Yo, you got a problem? If so, don’t worry. I-“
>The first thing you see is a spark from her horn. The next thing you FEEL though, is a pair of teeth sinking into the hand you didn’t realize you still have on her body.
>Maaaybe you should have been a tad gentler in your wording.
>Your reaction is a bit delayed, but happens none the less.
>You scream. Loud.
>As does the alicorn clamping down on your hand.
>Though hers is more muffled due to the fact that she WON’T LET THE FUCK GO.
>Try as you might, there’s no freeing your hand from this living vice.
>The same can be said for her, as no matter how much she tries, her magic just won’t come to her.
>>27397394
>Okay, think… This shit hurts, but you can’t keep yelling. That’s just gonna make it worse.
>You take a deep breath, and try to speak through the pain and over your attacker’s muffled screams.
“Hello? Can you hear me? I’m not going to hurt you. If we can have a nice civil discussion, that would be great. Especially for me, because as I see it, you’re getting out of this uninjured while I’m fairly certain at least two bones in my hand are broken.”
>After a few more moments of excruciating pain, you notice her eyes open.
>Had she been keeping them shut after she bit you? Well, that could explain why she didn’t see the fear in your eyes.
>On second thought, that may be a good thing. Better to display dominance in your own home rather than look like a little bitch that can’t defend himself.
>Soon, her grip loosens, and your hand is returned to you.
>Thankfully, the skin is only slightly broken, and you appear to have no broken bones.
“Alright, it wasn’t THAT hard, see? Thank you for giving my hand back. Now that the initial pleasantries are out of the way, allow me to introduce myself. I’m Anonymous. Just call me Anon. Mind telling me who you are?”
>For a while, you both stare at each other, before the room’s new occupant breaks the silence.
>With a sheepish smile, she responds.
>”Uh… Hello Anon. My name is Twilight Sparkle.”
>>27397404
And that's it for that update. This is a completely different story than the other one, but seeing as everyone else was doing new stuff, I didn't feel like just being stuck with a remake. I've been working on this for a few days, and have just now posted the first part despite having a lot more in the file.
>>27397375
>Pretty sure nobody's gonna mind if I break away from butterhorse for a bit to post another option 2.
u fukin faggot
But I like this. You're a well literate faggot.
>>27391658
>"I'd like to remind you I had no say in any of this. I don't remember saying I was your friend. I-If that doesn't offend you, that is!"
>It was 3 in the afternoon, and after a long discussion of the ethics of cherry pie, you and Fluttershy left.
>You and Applejack actually got along a lot better than you expected. The southern accent drowned itself out eventually.
"Yeah, I know. But hey, they didn't call the cops on sight!"
>"I'm pretty sure nobody did to begin with."
"Cop chase would have been cool though."
>Last on the list for today was Pinkie. Then you and Fluttershy could go back to the cabin and oh shit last on the list is Pinkie.
>It seemed you probably would get gray hair faster than you should.
>You could only hope that she didn't give you a heart attack.
>It didn't take long to get there after you got back into town.
>"Okay, we're going to go in and ask to see Pinkie Pie. Okay?"
"Sure, okay Butterpone."
>"Can you please stop calling me that? I don't like it."
"You didn't mind the first time."
>She breathes deep through her nose, and motions you to walk with her inside.
>Sugarcube Corner smelt heavenly. Pastries line the inside of the glass counter at the cash register.
"Hot damn, it smells really good in here!" you whisper to Fluttershy.
>She nods with a smile. "Yes, everyone comes here for sweets!"
>Mrs. Cake greets Fluttershy.
>"Why hello Fluttershy! Are you here to see..."
>She's staring at you.
>"Uh... Fluttershy who is that?"
>"This is my friend Kayge! He's a... h-human. We're here to see Pinkie!"
>Mrs. Cake blinks a couple times.
>"Uh sure thing? She's upstairs in her room."
>You and Fluttershy walk upstairs, Mrs. Cake giving you a once over as you go up, confused at your sight.
>It doesn't take long for you to find Pinkie. Or rather for Pinkie to find you.
>"Hey Fluttershy! It's been a few days since you've visited and I missed you!"
>Pinkie is about to continue speaking when she notices you.
>Wait for it.
>"*GASP*"
Get off my computer twilight, I need to play some Gmod deathrun!
>>27397687
why
>>27398099
Because Gmod's the shit
>>27398129
>is shit
FTFY
WRITE SOMETHING YOU FAGS
>>27399055
bitch it be hard, u write somethin broand nice dubs
>it's a cloudy day in Milan
>filled with ayrabs and nigs
>and foreign shops everywhere
>and the industrial gas filling your lungs
>that's why you stay home browsing 4chan
>another fucking general about the new episodes
>then a thread catches your eye
>you have twolook at the thread you are browsing you lazy ass
>you choice option 2 of course
>and of course nothing happens
>:(
>fuck my lif-
>then someone rings your bell
>you go at the door
>when you the door you see pic related with a fedora
"OH LORD MIGHTY JESUS"
>"buongiorno my name is Bruno Strati otherwise known as 'OP'
"i guess you are here to deliver"
>"of course you fag"
>he passes you a heavy bag and he goes away
>you open the ba-
>you forgot to close your door
>you close your door
>you open the bag and you see a butter-colored horsepussy
>what a nice start
advices are always accepted
>>27399214
>>27399236
>>27399262
Is it your first time writefagging? If so, welcome aboard, but as for advice, here's a few tips:
- If you have trouble using spoilers, probably should start without them
- Emoticons in general are a bad idea
- Grammar always makes a story legible, and the lack thereof can take away from the story
- Maybe add some more detail from the thoughts of the anon you're writing, and maybe elaborate on his situation and the unorthodox setting
- If that picture is what your anon looks like, might want to point that out
Otherwise, hope to see what ideas you have in store.
>>27399308
the picture is the op you fagthis is the anon of my story
Excuse my faggotry, had something I had to do for a bit.
>>27397336
>You slowly manage to get yourself to your feet and almost slump back over from the sudden and intense head rush.
>You lightly touch your head with your free hand and of course, it's wet and warm.
>Fucking hell, since when did they make those lighting fixtures that heavy?
>You inch forward towards the darkened hallway, your eyes finally beginning to adjust.
>You reach slowly out with your hand not holding the pistol and fight through the lingering pain in your shoulder.
>You flip the switch and light floods the hallway and a good portion of the living room.
>Except for the odd pieces of furniture knocked over, and a few things that fell down off of shelves, it's relatively normal.
>You tactically into the kitchen pieing the corner and finding that it is much the same as your living room if more messy due to the food.
>Every other room in your house is checked with more of the same, flicking on every light you can in the process.
>Every door and window was still locked as if your intruder had just phased through a wall.
>Not in my fucking reality you don't.
>You decide to tactically back to your bedroom for more firepower.
>If there is some kinda crazy /x/ shit going on in your fucking house, you are slinging lead and holy water at it until it fucks right off.
>"But you don't have holy water anywhere you idiot."
>Suck a dick brain.
>As you enter you lighted hallway and begin cautiously stepping over knocked over and broken items, you hear a shuffling from your room and freeze.
>JESUS FUCK WERE THEY WAITING FOR YOU IN YOUR ROOM THE WHOLE TIME AND YOU WERE PASSED OUT?
>You level your pistol again and your pulse spikes.
>As you slowly creep forward, you hear more shuffling and things falling over.
>As you inch forward you see a quick movement.
>The dumbass hit the keyboard and woke up the computer.
>The light from your screen illuminates your room and you can now make out what is standi-
*THWHACK!*
>>27397687
Cancerous
>>27399340
>when you realize he's not kidding
>>27399262
>TOUCHITTOUCHITTOUCHITTOUCHIT
>shut up brain
>DO IT! DON'T BE A WHITE KNIGHT LIKE THE OTHERS WRITEFAG
>k then brain
>you close your finger to her marehood
>you touch her succulent clit
>she twitches
>"lick her"
>your brain says
>you close your head to your marehood and take a lick of her marehood
>"AHHHH"
>OH JES-
>you fall back
>you find yourself covered with cartoon horses' fluids
>"o-oh my.... i'm r-really s-sorry for this
>kek
moar autism in whenever i want
>>27399472
Masterpiece.
>>27399538
>>27399443
i am not autistici just don't know english
>>27399472
>>27399553
It's still not good though.
>>27399559
do you have genitals in your story?
>>27399413
>You just got hit by a motherfucking book
>It hits your gun and it goes flying out of your hands fucking again.
>Good god not this fucking meme
"HEY WHAT THE FUCK? WHY ARE YOU IN MY FUCKING HOUSE?!?!"
>Another flies out at you and you narrowly escape another painful head injury
>You dive backwards going for the gun again as several more come flying out at you.
>You grab your pistol and roll over onto your back quickly aiming the firearm towards the hallway at- nigga what the fuck.
>It's a goddamn horse.
>A large one at that.
>It is almost as tall as you are with that horn which is glowing angrily.
>It is similar to the glow you had seen earlier, only a different in color.
>What really catches you is the eyes.
>You were always kind of one of those sentimental faggots that always noticed someones eyes before anything else.
>These particular eyes are far too large for the head in which they reside.
>They have this glow about them...and not in some faggoty way, they are literally glowing an icy blue.
>And they look fucking angry.
>You are so drawn in by those big, beautiful, terrifying eyes that you hadn't initially noticed the wings.
>They are fully outstretched in a menacing way, like a giant blue hand preparing to crush you into dust.
>It is simultaneously the most beautiful and terrifying thing you have ever seen.Oh yea, did I mention I'm also a Luna fag?
>She has an arsenal of assorted books from your room hovering around her.
>"YOU DARE TO THREATEN THE PRINCESS OF THE NIGHT, PLEBEIAN?!?!"
>Okay, ow, my head is still pounding over here.
>"YOU SHALL FACE A WRATH THE VERY DEPTHS OF TARTARUS WILL COWER BEFORE!!!"
>With books?
>Is you high nigga?
"What the hell-threaten YOU? WHY ARE YOU THREATENING ME??? IN MY OWN HOME?!?!"
>"SILENCE!!!!!"
>Aight bitch, this yelling thing is giving you a migraine.
>"WHAT REALM IS THIS? HOW DID YOU BRING ME HERE?"
"Realm? Look Tolkien, this is Earth, alright?"
>"IS THAT AN INSULT?!"
>>27397647
>Pinkie Pie burst off in a split second, spooking Fluttershy.
>"Oh dear! S-Sorry Kayge! I didn't think-"
"I know what she's doing."
>Fluttershy looked at you for a few seconds, eyes widening slightly at the revelation.
>You ask where Pinkie's room is and she takes you.
>Knocking softly, the door bursts open a second later, little amounts of confetti blowing through it.
>"Surprise! Welcome to Ponyville!"
"Not really much of a surprise, but thanks I guess?"
>"Oh, well I always ALWAYS throw a party in some way or another for a new face in town! I know I've never seen you around!"
"Yeah, I know you do."
>"Oh really!? Is it like my Pinkie Sense?! What kind of sense do you have, huh huh!?"
>Okay, you're starting to get a headache now.
"Pinkie, please shut it for just a minute. I'm getting a headache."
>"Oh I have some pain killers in the cabinet for when a party gets way out of control! Want me to get you some?!"
"No! Just... just quiet down please. I'm only 27 years old and I'm already too old for this shit."
>"Oh, okay then!"
>Fluttershy doesn't even look phased by the loudness of it all. How the hell does she do it?
"On the bright side, she's the only one who hasn't stared like I just came out of a Neo-Nazi complex." you whisper to Fluttershy as Pinkie invites you in her room.
>"I... don't know what that is."
"Didn't expect you to. Humor me."
>Inside the room was a half set up miniature party. There were about 4-5 balloons and a punch bowl.
>"Would you like some punch, Mr...."
"Kayge. My name is Kayge, and actually yes please. One of these times I'm gonna call myself the fuckin' Messiah and see what happens."
>You make sure to whisper that last part.
>"So, Kayge! What brings you to Ponyville?"
"Motherfucking War and Peace goddammit."
>You're still really upset over that.
>"Hmm, well I'm glad the war is over and now there's peace! Now you can have fun!"
>You bang your head on the table you're sitting at.
"Fuck me with a goddamn yardstick."
>>27399658
moar
>>27369183
>You wake up to the sound of grass
>Option 1
FUCKING DROPPED.
>>27399727
Nigga if you'd read you'd see it's Option 2 1/2.
>>27399658
"STOP THE GOD DAMN YELLING! I'M RIGHT HERE!"
>You breathe heavily and your outstretched arm wavers a bit.
>Your head hurts like a bitch.
>You take a deep breath.
"Look...I don't know what you are doing in my home. Hell I'm not sure of a whole lot right now. But I don't want to get beaten with anymore books and I really, REALLY, REAAAAALLY don't want to have to shoot you. So how about we just...calm down a bit and talk?"
>That last bit was a lie, you weren't about to shoot the raiser of the fucking moon.
>As a sign of good will you very slowly put your gun on the ground and raise your hands.
>Luna keeps her eyes trained on you the whole time without dropping a single book.
>When you have your hands fully raised, you look at her, waiting.
>She is clearly very wary of you.
>You fully expect you are about to be beaten to death by your collection of fantasy and anime when slowly, one by one, the books begin floating to the ground.
>The glowing in her eyes and horn disappear completely and you are left with nothing but the steady hum of electricity from the lights in your hallway.
>Alright, so far, so good.
>You carefully push yourself into a sitting position looking ahead at the fictional princess of the night.
>She honestly looks almost as bruised and battered as you do.
>Her wings are heavily ruffled and uneven, there is small cuts across her body where you can see crimson seeping from beneath her blue fur, and her mane and tale are a total mess.
>A small trickle of blood is slowly trailing down her face.
>"Have it your way beast. But know this. If you falter in thine truce, I will not hesitate to smite thee!"
>Let's not get smitten tonight, m'kay?
"Alright. Just...can you please just tone it down a bit? I'm bleeding like a stuck pig over here and you are just giving me more of a headache than I need."
>She huffs at you and narrows her gaze further.
>It'd be almost adorable if it weren't for all of the blood.
"Okay...now why are yo-"
>>27399680
I'm gonna pump out one more tonight.
>>27399680
"Pinkie always seems to miss the point on a lot, doesn't she?"
>"Uh huh, she does."
>You finish your complaint to Fluttershy as quietly as possible before driving attention back to Pinkieclops, Master of All Things Absolutely Goddamn Annoying.
>She pulls a cake presumably out of her ass and puts it down on the table. Thankfully that doesn't seem to be the case as it actually looks pretty good.
>You immediately start cutting a slice, but are disappointed to find out that confetti flies out of the cake.
"Shiiit. I was actually excited for this cake, too."
>"What're you talking about, silly? It's still there!"
"No, no. You're missing the goddamn point you pink... Okay, so you see the confetti?"
>She nods excitedly.
"All right, now look at the cake."
>She sticks her eye really close to the cake to see your point.
>"What's wrong?"
"It's coming of of the fucking cake!"
>"Ooooooooh that! Don't worry, you can eat it!"
>You stare blankly at her for what felt like an hour, but was most likely a few seconds.
"Excuse me, but I need to go. This shit is too complicated for me. I'm twenty-seven goddamn years old, Pinkie! That's not even close to being too old yet but I'll be damned if you aren't physically changing that!"
>The room goes silent. Not a sound, not even from the little Mariachi Bug-Band in the corner. Just kidding, it's just Gummy in a hat.
>Fluttershy is simply staring at the both of you, while Pinkie's smile falters slightly.
>Shit.
"Uh, P-Pinkie I'm sorry. I'm just not into parties. I haven't had one since I was 22, and that wasn't even for my birthday."
>"Kayge, it's f-fine. I just get carried away is all. See?"
>Pinkie Pie throws water on her face to emphasize her point.
>"Woooo!"
>...
>Pinkie Pie stored the remaining cake and sent it back with you and Fluttershy.
"Fluttershy, I feel guilty for yelling at her. And I rarely feel guilty."
>"Don't. You're just not used to this."
>You keep walking back to the cabin.
"I'm sorry, Ponka."
How am I doing?
>>27400137
Good. A little rushed but good.
>>27400137
give her the dick
so we're getting to the end of the thread here, we making another one?
>>27399973
"THOU SHALL ANSWER TO THE PRINCESS, FOAL! NOT I TO THEE!"
>ALRIGHT YOU UPPITY BITCH!
"Okay, okay! Hearing! Ouch!"
>You say emphasizing by raising your hands to your ears.
>"I shall ask thou a second time, and do not dare to lie again! What realm in Equestria is this?"
>You look her dead in the eyes not daring to back down.
"I told you. This is Earth. We aren't in Equestria. Never have been.
>"Lies!"
>She states flatly glaring at you.
>You only stare right back unyielding.
"Believe what you want. But this? This ain't Equestria anymore sweetheart. This is a whooooole new mess."
>"And how did you bring me here from my own realm?!"
>Her voice is shaky and her horn begins to slightly glow again.
>NO MORE CARNAGE, TRY TO KEEP HER CALM YOU TARD!
"Whoa! Eaaaasy! I didn't take you from your home, alright? I have no idea what the hell you are doing here!"
>You say raising your hands defensively.
>"Cease your vulgarities, peasant! And answer me truthfully or else!"
>Now is the time to panic
"H-hey! If I honestly had that k-kinda power, do you really th-think I would have gotten my ass kicked by a falling f-fan?"
>She looks at you questioningly.
>"...art thou mad?"
>At this point, it's starting to seem more and more that way.
"N-no, forget it. Just...trust me, this wasn't me! I would have remembered summoning...well something like...you..."
>She doesn't really take to kindly to the 'something' bit and visibly twitches an eye at that.
>She rears on her hind legs and comes down with a force that cracks your floorboards right between your legs.
>She brings her horn dangerously close you your face and glares down at you.
>"If thou insists to insult us, we shall send thee to the surface of the sun!"
>She says through gritted teeth.
>This close up, you can tell that she is shaky as well and her breathing is heavy and unsteady.
>She looks like she could barely even send you to your room if she tried.
Yea new thread is needed.
>>27400366
I'll be making the new one.
>>27400410
lel we hit the bump limit when the replies hit 600 you fag
New thread
>>27400507
>>27400518
ImSleepy is a massive faggot.writing for new thread tho
>>27400533
write you fag, write sex.
RIP
