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Continue your stories, and remember:>IT HURTS
>>27490839
That title. kek/10
>>27490839
You used the wrong image anon
>>27491028
I wanted people to be able to quickly notice the thread. You know, for people who's ride slowed down for an extended period of time.
>>27491091
Fair enough, but I think that by now >IT HURTS is more of a rallying cry for followers of this thread than an image of Ponka
I made a horrible mistake.
>>27492039
Well, use the cream that the doctor prescribed to treat the itching, and make sure to use protection next time
>>27492039
So you got any more story material yet? Maybe pump out 8 lines just to get the thread started?
>>27492214
Nothing yet. I'll have something tomorrow. Still hoping for some ideas as to why Silver wants Soarin, beyond "true love" and "PREPARE FOR SOME FUCKING YANDERE TIMES, MOTHERFUCKERS"
>>27493060
twist her parents are super chill with soarin since he was one of the best on the team and soarin's parents are know to make some drug lased pies for good times
>>27493145
>twist
We need more Twitht in this general. Is she getting it on with Trixie or not?
>You finish eating and watch TV for a while longer before deciding to sleep.
>You forgot your bedclothes in the dryer.
>Whatever.
>You can make your bed tomorrow.
>You should also get some groceries.
>You fall asleep in your clothes on your mattress.
>You wake up late into the next day to the sound of something banging on your house.
>For a moment you think it's Rainbow Dash again before you realize it's just the rain.
>It's a heavy summer rain.
>A thunderstorm.
>You glance out the window at the downpour.
>Guess you aren't going out to get milk today after all.
>You roll out of bed and trudge down the hall to the laundry room.
>You pull your bedclothes out of the dryer and lug them back into your room.
>You throw them on your bed in a pile.
>You should make your bed.
>You won't want to when you're tired.
>You don't really want to now, either.
>You sigh and flop forward into the pile of blankets, feeling like garbage for a while.
>You decide to take a shower.
>No point in cleaning the sheets if you're just going to let yourself get gross again.
>You strip down, step into the shower and turn the water on.
>You let it run hot.
>Too hot.
>You stand in the hot stream of water, soaping your skin and shampooing your hair while clenching your teeth, forcing yourself to withstand the pain.
>You rinse yourself off and turn off the water, panting in the shower for a few minutes while your body cools down.
>You think about killing yourself.
>You step out from the shower and dry yourself off.
>The cool towel is a relief against your still too hot skin.
>You head into your room and throw on some pajamas.
>You won't be leaving the house anytime today, and it's not like you're expecting to have any visitors.
>You pause.
>A thought crosses your mind.
>It's crazy.
>She wouldn't do that.
>But still, you find yourself walking across the house to the front door.
>You open it up.
>Standing there in the pouring rain, drenched and quivering, is Rainbow Dash.
>>27493060
I'm enjoying the character development for Silver. The first 3 chapters had her being an emotional wreck. Her emotions were out of control in a way that she wasn't allowed to control them, not that she couldn't. After being separated from DT, she now opens up a lot more. Silver without DT is almost an entirely different person compared to Silver in chapter 1.
I'm thoroughly enjoying this story and you should seriously keep it up.
>>27493423
She hasn't left, has she?
Crazy-ass dyke is camping out on his front door!
Call the cops, Anon! Call the cops!
>it hurts
>>27493828
No I want to see what she wants.
>>27494631
You can ask while the cops take their sweet-ass time getting there. Have to stall her anyway.
>>27493423
>You stare at her in disbelief for a minute before speaking.
"Dash, it's pouring out, what are you doing here?"
>Rainbow sniffles before answering.
"Y-you said to come back tomorrow, s-so h-here..."
>She cuts herself off, turning her head to the side to sneeze.
>She's shaking as she looks back to you.
"So here I am."
>The sound of thunder echoes through the air.
"Well, come inside and dry off until it stops raining."
>You step aside and hold the door open.
>She doesn't budge.
"Rainbow Dash?"
>Lightning flashes across the sky.
"I want you... to t-teach me..."
>You frown.
"I told you, I don't do that anymore, Dash."
"Then close the door."
>You blink in surprise.
>Dash glares at you and folds her arms.
"Just close the door, go back inside and leave me here. I told you I wasn't taking no for an answer."
"Dash you can't just stand out here in the pouring rain."
"Why not? You can st-stay hidden in your house for weeks j-just because you lost."
>Something inside you snaps.
"Fine. Stay out here all night for all I care."
>You slam the door in her face and storm off.
>You head into your bedroom and throw your blankets to the floor, angrily sorting between them.
>You start putting your bed together, trying to occupy your mind with the task at hand instead of thinking about Rainbow Dash.
>Who does she think she is to come here and make demands of you?
>Why should you even tutor her in the first place?
>Why is getting better suddenly a big deal to her?
>Why would she wait all day in the rain?
>Why are you just leaving her out there?
>You sigh as you finish putting your bed together.
>You walk back to the front door and open it.
>Rainbow is still standing there, shivering.
"Why do you want me to teach you?"
>She hesitates for a moment.
"I want to help my frien-"
>She pauses and looks down at a clenched fist.
"No. I want to knock that stupid grin off of Button Mash's stupid face."
>You blink.
>You then smile for the first time in weeks.
"Come inside, Rainbow Dash."
>>27495856
>Anon teaches her to fight.
>Rainbow Dash literally knocks the grin off Button Mash's face, along with most of the face, revealing the skull within.
>People discover the skeleton infiltrators have been here all along.
>The war between the flesh and the bone begins.
GOOD END
>>27495856
If she just opened with "I want to kick Button Mash's ass" this would have gone a lot smoother.
>>27495893
>Implying the war hasn't been raging for millennia.
>>27495910
But then we wouldn't have a soaking wet Rainbow Dash in dire need of warming up in our house.
>>27496480
Fair enough, but doesn't this Anon still want Sweetie?
>>27495856
>>27496492
This is (hopefully) building up to a recreation of that image of Rainbow Dash lying on the floor playing games while cum leaks out of her, isn't it?
>>27495856
I really don't get his motivation behind this. He is better than Mash, better than Dash and Dash has already proven her self to be unstable as hell when playing video games, what does he gain by making Dash better than Mash?
>>27497108
Dat top cunt
>>27497108
this>>27497215
and someone to piss him off till he leaves the house.
>>27493326
No she's Flash's true love
>>27497108
Having one more person in the world who can trump Mash when he's not around to do it himself.
>>27495856
Wait, wasn't Dash on Button Mash' team? Why would Dash want Anon to train her, didn't Anon lose against Dash and Mash in the finals? I'm so fucking confused.
>>27498263
Anon lost because he didn't even try. He would have gotten a better result if I'd let the vodka play for him.
>>27498637
He was too busy thinking about diddling DT
>>27496615
You mean this one:http://i.imgur.com/reHZpNb.png(note: oh so very NSFW)
>IT HURTS
>>27498840
After months of following this, we've finally hit my fetish. Fuck yeah, I want to see this happen.
>>27500592
Has it really been months?
>>27500654
Since January, I think. Maybe earlier.
>>27500699
I'm literally doing nothing with my life. The realisation>IT HURTS
>IT HURTS
>>27498263
No.
Anon thought it was Rainbow Dash on Burton's team pretty much the entire day of the tournament. Button commented he didn't think she would beat Scootaloo so badly, Shadow Slash clearly had a grudge against Anon and wanted to embarrass people on the big screen. When she took off the helmet, Anon's brain started running ahead with the scenario; it was Rainbow Dash, he'd seen the fallen fight all day and knew he could beat them, Button would storm off but Sunset and Rainbow were friends so things would work out between them, etc.
But it wasn't Rainbow. It was someone with green eyes. Familiar green eyes. Someone who caused Anon to shut down mentally and emotionally until he made it home where he's stayed for weeks. He's not depressed because he lost, he lost because he was upset and is still upset.
Rainbow wasn't at the tournament in any capacity. Anon last saw her when she hit him in the gut.
>>27502391
Mindfuck
>>27502391
Anon needs to be rational about this. Sure, he has nothing to live for, but Dash is here. She can help him commit sudoku.
>>27502391
I really think you should of reworded this better if this is the case.
>The crowd gasps as Shadow Slash takes off her helmet, revealing that she is actually Rainbow Dash.
Maybe have it tell us that Anon just assumes its Rainbow before he walked away or something. This sentence absolutely told us one thing but now it's not. The mind fuck could of been done a lot better imo.
>>27502391
Fear not, noble anons. I'll never fuck with your minds like that.Silver Spoon would sooner die than cheat on her man like that Sweetie Belle hussy.
>>27478864
>You wish you could find that reassuring.
“But why me? Why… I mean, you’re talking about husbands and marriage and long term stuff, and you’re only… you’re only 14, Silver.”
>”True, but I know what I want,” she murmurs softly. “Don’t you?”
“I –“
>You know what you want. Her. Now. You also know you shouldn’t, that this isn’t right, that she’s too young, that…
“I know a lot of things.”
>”Well, you love me, don’t you?”
>You haven’t said it; you can’t bring yourself to say it. Not when you know you shouldn’t.
>But when she asks, so offhand, so matter-of-fact, you can’t say no. You can’t lie to her.
>You nod.
>”Why?”
>The question hits you like a brick.
>Because you were blackmailed into it isn’t something you want to tell her, nor is it true, not anymore. Pity? Not quite. Lust? No. Yes. Maybe, but no.
>”See?” Silver asks as you silently try to come up with a response. “It’s not so easy to answer, is it?”
“No, I guess not.”
>Silver nods and puts her glasses back on.
>With a contented sigh, she turns back to resume watching the fireflies.
>Relief washes over you as you realize she never expected an answer, but…
“I want to protect you.”
>… she deserves one.
>”From?”
>The question is so innocent, so guileless.
“At first, Diamond Tiara. Now… your parents too, I guess.”
>”Oh.”
>There’s a pause, heavy and ominous.
>You don’t speak, you don’t dare.
>There are few things you are afraid of. The usual, you suppose. Death, getting hurt. The ones that plague high schoolers, like worrying about your grades, or – until recently – your team. Normal things.
>You aren’t scared of much else. Not spiders or heights or anything else, really.
>But right now, at this very moment, you are afraid.
>>27493813I'm a little worried I'm not being true to her character in either section, but that's why Silver Spoon is best filly.
In the show, we've seen her be kind and cruel, dominant and submissive, lost and confident.
She's probably the easiest yet hardest character to write, because she can be anything. We don't know what is an act, if any of it. We don't know how much comes from Diamond Tiara and how much is her own personality. We don't even know what her hobbies are or her favorite color.
And that is why Silver Spoon is best filly. She can be whatever we want her to be.The glasses don't hurt any, either.
>>27503837
>You are afraid you said the wrong thing.
>Even more scared that you will say something worse.
>Say that you want her to run.
>Tell her that you want to protect her from yourself.
>”Soarin…”
>You don’t say a thing.
>The fear of losing her is too much.
>”… thank you.”
>You sit in silence a while longer before your girlfriend squeezes your hand.
>”I’m ready.”
“Ready to leave?”
>”Yes,” Silver answers, rising to her feat.
>You follow, letting a girl half your size drag you up.
“Should I take you home?”
>”Yes,” she answers with a raised eyebrow. “Wait. My home?”
“Yes.”
>”No.”
“It’s a school night.”
>”I don’t care.”
“My parents are probably home.”
>”I still don’t care.”
“Silver, I… I want to, but…”
>”Soarin…”
>She should run.
>”… I want this.”
>You are a monster.
“Me to.”
>>27503743
>The crowd gasps as Shadow Slash takes off her helmet, revealing that she is actually Rainbow Dash.
>You and Sunset take the controls.
>Orion and Sentinel in red vs Teros and Asuri in black.
"Anonymous?"
>It's a close series, but in the end you and Sunset manage to barely defeat The Fallen.
>Button has an ugly meltdown and storms out of the arcade.
"Anonymous?"
>Rainbow Dash is upset, but you and Sunset offer her a postgame handshake and she accepts.
>In the end, everybody learns that winning isn't as important as personal improvement and having a good ti-
"Anonymous? Are you okay?"
>Sunset's hand on your shoulder snaps you out of your imagined timeline and back into reality.
>A reality where you've been standing on stage, staring off into space for what you hope was only a minute or so.
>A reality where a pair of beautiful, familiar green eyes were staring into your soul with an unfamiliar fury.
^This is the line where it's actually Sweetie Belle you guise. ^
>>27504006
>You shouldn’t, but you lead her back to your car.
>Should have called her a taxi.
>Should have driven on when you saw your parents’ cars in the driveway, instead of parking on the curb.
>Should have taken her home, instead of gesturing for her to wait by a window.
>Should have kissed her goodnight, instead of opening it and helping her climb into your bedroom.
>About the only thing you do right is ask her one last time.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
>”With all my heart.”
>No, there’s one other thing you do right: you make tonight perfect for her.
>She sets her glasses on the nightstand, next to your alarm clock.
>You throw her shirt on the floor, next to yours.
>Her skirt joins it a second later, leaving her dressed in just her undergarments.
>Pale pink bra.
>Matching panties.
>You can’t say that your eyes never leave hers as you reach around and undo the clasp, letting the bra fall to reveal the gentle swell of her breasts, but you can say that you are gentle.
>Not that any words pass between you and her. There’s no need.
>Your lips move, but only to plant kisses on her body.
>No words.
>No more questions, no more uncertainty.
>No hesitation as you slide your hands under the straps on her panties and pull them free.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5_fmo00szgk
>>27504817
>You’ve crossed the line long ago.
>Silver gasps as you lift her up.
>It’s easy – so very easy.
>She’s half your size.
>She moans happily as you lay her down on your bed. Quietly, but happily.
>You watch as your girlfriend flexes invitingly, watch as she undoes the strand of pearls around her neck and tries to put it next to her glasses.
>The necklace slips out of her hand and falls to the floor. Neither of you notice or care; you’re both otherwise occupied.
>You are gentle. You look her in the eyes.
>You make tonight everything the others should have been.
>Silver is squirming with pleasure before you even take your pants off. She whines as you roll out of bed and reach into your nightstand.
>”Don’t go,” she pleads, reaching for you.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
>She shakes her head as you hold up the condom.
>”Really, that’s not necessary.”
“Do you want to get pregnant?”
>”N-no.”
“Then we’re using a condom.”
>Those are the only words you exchange that night.
>She doesn’t say a thing as you tear open the package.
>You don’t as she fumblingly tries to put it on you, like she had never done it before.
>Of course she hadn’t.
>She’s only fourteen.
>There’s a moment of hesitation, a fraction of a second where you rethink things.
>It lasts about as long as it takes for Silver to roll onto her back and spread her legs. And then…
>You make tonight perfect for her.fade to blackEnd of chapter 4 comes tomorrow. Probably late. Would be somewhat more awkward than usual writing what comes next while I'm at work.
>>27495856
>Rainbow steps inside and you close the door.
>She takes her shoes off while you head to the bathroom and grab her a towel.
>She dries her hair and wraps the towel around herself, shivering.
"You should get out of those clothes."
>Rainbow Dash raises an eyebrow.
"Excuse me?"
"You're soaking wet. Here, one second."
>You jog into your room and rummage through your dresser.
>You find and some shorts with a drawstring and a baggy t-shirt.
>You come back out with the clothes in hand.
"Here. I definitely don't have anything in your size but this should serve while your clothes are in the dryer."
>Rainbow Dash takes the clothes and stares awkwardly at you, glancing around.
"Uh..."
>You blink, your brain suddenly realizing the source of her discomfort.
"Oh! Uh, bathroom's over there. You can change in there."
"Thanks."
>She shuffles towards the bathroom and closes the door behind herself.
>Well that was awkward.
>Come inside and get naked, then I'll teach you video games.
>Idiot.
>At least you can confirm your retreat from society has done nothing to degrade your social skills.
>You run your fingers through your hair and sigh.
>Your hair is getting long.
>You'll have to cut it soon.
>The bathroom door opens and Rainbow Dash steps out.
>She's wearing a baggy Hawaiian t-shirt that you got as a present from your uncle.
>It's too big for you, but you're taller than Rainbow Dash.
>On her it's practically a housecoat.
>Which is good, because you don't entirely trust your shorts to stay on her.
>That girl has no hips.
>Rainbow glances around your house.
"Uh, what should I do with these?"
>She holds up the dripping pile of clothes in her hands.
"Oh, here, I'll throw those in the laundry for you. My room's down the hall, go in and set up whatever you want to play.
>You step forward and let Rainbow drop the wet mess into your arms and carry it off to deposit into the washing machine.
>You start the wash cycle and then head down the hallway towards your room.
>>27505134
Well now. He went from suicidal to horny pretty fast.
Maybe there's still hope for Anon to get revenge by fucking Button's mom and Rarity.
>>27504481
Ah thank you, then I must concede and say I simply didn't read.
>>27505282
It's okay. None of us wanted to believe it. Too bad it's true. Sweetie Belle is a worthless slut. Button Mash has used every one of her holes repeatedly. There's no point winning her back. There's not even a reason to live.
Time for some misplaced revenge.
>>27505550
At least there is always Diamond Tiara left to comfort us.
>>27505164
You do realize that Button's mom gets off on getting disciplined for her son. That's why he is a shit, she wants to get laid. Don't encourage her and by extension Button's behavior.
>>27505783
Unless Dash tries to take her place. If this keeps going we could end with a 5 way with DT, SS, RD, and SB.
>>27506344
SB is dead to me, bitch is playin all the wrong games.
>>27506381
But if she sees the three others playing her game, she will try to come back. And in the unlikely event that we have to cuck Button we can just take his mom in front of the TV.
>>27504890
>>27504481
>A reality where a pair of beautiful, familiar green eyes were staring into your soul with an unfamiliar fury.
I don't remember why Sweetie is pissed at Anon.
>>27506665
Bones anon is retarded and kissed rarity in front of sweetie bell.
>IT HURTS
>>27507240
Oh right.
>>27507240
I was fucking right. Our general should be
>This is all Rarity's fault.
>>27510423
But think about it anon, the result of everything that Rarity has done, has made it so >IT HURTS
>>27510584
Still could have been
>This is all Rarity's Fault: >IT HURTS edition
>>27511342
Well we now have the title for thread #12
We need some more content. Maybe someone could do another story? Our current writepals are dead.
>>27511497
I'll give it a go>Once upon a time in the Magical land of EQG spin-off>Anon Y. Mous and Sweetie Belle decided to consummate their love by having the sex>Because they did not want for Sweetie's virgin marshmallow bagina to be torn up ejecting a babbeh they decided to use a condom>Sadly it was one of Rarity's special condomsthe ones with the holes poked in them>Thus Sweetie got preggers, and it was all Rarity's fault>The EndEpilogue: 9 months later on their way to the hospital, Anon was involved in a hit and run with Silver Spoon, who died later of massive internal bleeding, her last words were>IT HURTS
Please rate
>>27511560
11/10, great job anon
>>27511560
>>The End
Suspension of disbelief broken.
>>27511560
>her last words were IT HURTS
>>27504890
>fade to black
Fucking tease, I'm so tempted to write it out myself. If only I could write
>>27511497
I'm sorry, my internet cut out and the company didn't get back to me until today. Would always welcome a new writer, though.
>>27484685
>In the midst of her jubilant display, Applebloom shudders and groans again.
>”Sweetie Belle, how could ya do that to your friend?”
>Your girlfriend merely shrugs as Applebloom releases you and tries to fish the saliva from her ears.
>”Darn it all, now ah gotta go wash this outta my ears.”
>Applebloom shuffles off, heading for the nearest bathroom.
>Sweetie Belle giggles next to you, trying her best to suppress a smile.
“Can't believe you did that to get her to leave.”
>Letting go of her balance, Sweetie Belle slumps over into your lap.
>”I think I shared you enough for today.”
>Sweetie shifts herself over and settles into your lap like a worn-out puppy.
“We shouldn't be doing this in school, Sweetie. I already cut it pretty close with the whole Trixie incident today. I don't think I need another incident today.”
>Your words fall on deaf ears, as Sweetie gives you a big grin and stares the reservations right out of your mind.
>Just had to fall in love with the world's cutest marshmallow, didn't you?
“Oh fine. I guess there's no harm in staying here...if we've got Miss Cheerilee to watch out for us.”
>Cheerilee's face appears from the papers as soon as you finish that sentence.
>She shoots you a look as if you're crazy.
>You shoot her one back with an imploring frown.
>Cheerilee still doesn't seem too keen on assisting you in your snuggling endeavor.
>Then you form a circle with your right hand and shove your left fist through that hand gesture.
>She blushes and relents, moving towards the doors with her papers.
>You're gonna send her such a nice gift for her baby shower after this is all done.
>>27504890
>You are Silver Spoon and you do not sleep.
>How can you sleep, when adrenaline still floods your system?
>Tonight was everything you thought it would be, everything Di said it would be.
>Your first time. Tonight was your *real* first time.
>The first time Soarin looked at your body with undisguised desire. Truly looked at it, not out of the corner of his eyes, not like he was ashamed of it.
>The first time he touched you, not drunkenly pawed at you or reluctantly held you.
>The first time it didn’t hurt.
>The first time he held you afterward.
>He still is.
>One hand holds tight to yours, the other is clasped about your waist.
>He holds you tight.
>This is your place. At his side. In his arms.
>You don’t sleep. How could you?
>Exhaustion tries to drag you down, but you fight back, relishing every moment.
>Your naked body fits perfectly in his arms.
>Of course it does. This is your place.
>You swear you never close your eyes, that you never drift off to sleep, but it is the most restful night you have ever had in your life.
>When Soarin’s alarm goes off, you don’t feel tired at all.
>No, quite the opposite as he groans and tightens his arm about your waist.
>”I don’t want to get up,” he mumbles into your ear. “I want to stay like this forever.”
“Me too.”
>>27514056
Ah. That makes more sense than >>27487515.. Shame that nullifies the quints of anal sexing, but it's what's best for the story, I guess.
>>27513781
It's just some standard missionary boning. Nothing that needed to be described, even if it was special to them.
You'll get your smut later.
>>27514349
Excellent. >>27514201
Heng
>>27504481
Fuck, this whole thing is fucking destroying me. Please give me a good ending Mr. Bones.
>>27514887
Rarity buries Sweetie in the backyard. She and Anon live happily ever after.
>>27495856
>"Come inside, Rainbow Dash."
Kekked
>>27514235
Nothing will nullify the quints of anal sexing.
>>27490839
is this feels thread or something?
>>27516717
Only if you feel
>IT HURTS
>>27516717
Also pear tree rape.
>>27514349
>standard missionary boning
>>27514201
>There's a moment of pure bliss where you both ignore the alarm and what it means.
>For a while, you have hope. For those brief seconds, you think it might last forever.
>It all fades away when Soarin pull his arm from your waist.
>The alarm stops and you silently pray that -
>"Time to get up, I guess."
> - that he wouldn't say that.
>"Unless..."
"Yes?"
>"Shit," Soarin lets out in a huff. "Shit."
>He curls back around you, his arm pulling you tight against his chest, his legs intertwining with yours.
>"We did not think this through," he sighs. "What happens now?"
"We skip school?"
>"I have a feeling that if we did that, we'd never leave this bed."
"Probably."
>You hope.
>It would be nice.
>"We can't do that."
"I know."
>"Shit."
>You lay there silently, trying to enjoy the feeling of his arm around you while it lasts.
>>27514201
>The first time it didn't hurt
>it didn't hurt
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>>27517987
They were drunk, probably didn't notice it.
>>27514201
>>The first time it didn’t hurt.
Fucking dropped
>>27518270
Life can't be constant suffering for Silver, or she might come to find pleasure in pain.
Wouldn't want that.
>>27518793
Write more. You're the only writebuddy left. The rest died. Bones' got burned to death, and mediocre choked on some lobster. Please, avenge them by continuing your story all day non-stop.
>>27519236
Or at the very least daily.
>>27519236
Love Games Headcanon Prologue incoming
>>27520507
>It was a quiet ride, the sun’s gaze sleepily blinked by the grey clouds settled on the horizon.
>The empty hills rose and fell like the stretching shoulders of the yawning boy at the wheel.
>Anon Y. Mous, seventeen years old and recently orphaned, did not turn to wave goodbye to the city that had swallowed his parents.
>The white, curtained eyes of the buildings had stare dully, stupidly at his early departure from the passive, eventually explosive malevolence that lied behind them.
>A choir, knowing no note but F sharp, had shouted him out into the grassy wasteland, which he now drove through.
>When the last steel behemoth was consumed by mountains in the rearview mirror,
>Anon breathed out, the slightest of weights lifted from him.
1/21
>>27520734
>Miles of road and little else scream beneath and by him.
>A sign blows past him, informing him that the exit to the rural town of Ponyville was 12 miles away.
>He shifts in his seat, the bunched up mess of his boxers adding another dimension of discomfort to the already over-encumbered teenager.
>There was nothing but the road in front of him this morning;
> he could not bear to let his mind idle, for fear of the evil thoughts that were saturate and dissolve him, should they gain entry.
>It was either that, or shut down all thought together, dissolving his cursed mind in the shadowy wraps of numbness.
>In the end, he would choose both, vacillating between absent-mindedness and sharp, frantic motion towards the occasional goal that surfaced in his consciousness.
2/21
>>27520743
>Houses indistinguishable begin to notice him, standing expectantly beside the highway, taking a good look at the new settler.
>The silent indifference of the farms that his journey had been fraught with, like faceless giants, had slowly petered out in favor of the meaningless houses and grassy green voids.
>The sun pushed gray light through the thick blankets that covered the sky, as it does the dull reds and yellows through rejecting eyelids.
>Yellow squares broke through the muted half-town as neighborhoods were sluggishly reanimated.
>A sprinkle of windows lent their glow in the distant edge of the city, the miniature size of his new home now all too apparent.
3/21
>>27520752
>Anon stared dully ahead, his fingers loosely grasping the wheel.
>He had recently accepted the courtship of numbness, and clung desperately to her comforting hands.
>But he could not always lose himself in her pale, silvery eyes, and he wrenched his vision towards the day ahead.
>He hesitated many times, as the sight of the future gave entry to the coal-black hands of despair.
>Her rotted, clammy hands gripped his cheeks and thrust it into horrid, muddy pools of prescience without a trace of gentleness.
>Like Shiva, he saw his hands multiply, and fill with overbearing homework, girl’s own, for which he would be forever disconnected, and full bottles of sleeping pills.
>Failures, rejections, successes followed by loss filled his torn mind, and he began his planning.
>Anon was smart, if nothing else, and he could and would plan for most anything that could happen to him.
>He rarely used the full force of his mind, especially now, due to his inherent laziness and his newfound disassociation with the world around him.
4/21
>>27520758
>A small summer home rolled into view, stopping as he parked in front of it.
>The pale yellow paint was muted by the grim sky, looking like the forced smile of an agonized clown.
>Thick canvas bags piled themselves onto his shoulders, in a desperate hope to drain the last of Anon’s strength, and finally see him collapse.
>But he held onto his beloved numbness, and set himself as some dead-minded beast of burden, and was thus able to successfully empty his car and fill his house.
>Unpacking would come later, if ever.
>He shambled into the room he had stayed in not long ago, his silencing lover plugging his ears to the echoes of laughter past, and never to be repeated.
>Finally, standing before his gaming station and television, his screaming body found its answer when the battered boy collapsed onto the beanbag, and buried his head in Smash.
5/21
>>27520767
>Awakening the next morning, Anon disregarded the announcer’s query of if he was ready to fight, and forced his body into a shower and then new clothes.
>Half-alive, his plots to gain a social circle (so as not to be bullied for being alone) are barely followed through, the energy to commit himself to them just not being present.
>Still, he manages to turn the school tradition of parading around the new kid into a profit, earning himself a handful of faceless associates to disappear into.
>Through the days to come, Anon fell into the role he’d hoped for: the mysterious stranger.
>He’d keep to himself, staying with his friends occasionally, to not look weird, and allow himself those bursts of recklessness that came upon him suddenly.
>As such, only the bravest of the girls that liked him would ever approach him, as well as his “friends,” which he would then shut down with the excuse of sensitivity and the hint of past tragedy.
>Thus, Anon found the solitude he wished for: friends without depth or pestering, and isolation without trouble or revile.
6/21
>>27520775
>Of course, as he often lamented, fate despised any comfort that came, and set a new fire upon him.
>A beauty had taken up residence in the chair up and to the left of his, in one of his classes.
>She forced herself into his sight and mind, every morning, slowly filling his vision with her haughty figure.
>Rich purple locks fell about her perfectly chiseled features, a small but hard chin turned up along with her nose at strangers and suitors alike.
>What lit him on fire for her was unclear:
>it may have been her delicate, carefully practiced elegance, reminiscent of the ages of aristocracy, a charm almost unheard of in the other beauties around Anon.
>It may have been the inapproachability, a different Everest, for which both his manhood and the furious ambition lying deep within him commanded him to scale and conquer.
>Or maybe he had grown tired of his current, clammy escort, and jumped at the first opportunity to live, by following the orders of the spontaneous bursts of energy now focused on her.
>But as is common with the mysteries of burning breasts, the fact of the matter shared none of the ambiguity of the source: he wanted her.
7/21
>>27520789
>A lapse in thought had once left him staring at her, for which a disdainful scoff and turn of the violet ringlets was his answer.
>Thinking back on her general lack of openness and the minor humiliation, he knew he would need more than what he held.
>Though smart, he was still pretty lazy and reckless, attributes which had become more prevalent over time.
>So he put his mind to work, allowing it to run at full capacity;
> febrile energy coursed through him, summoning that genius that had become so hidden over the past few months, that even he had begun to doubt it.
>Half-dead or not, the gears were spinning, and spinning fast, spurred on by a cycle where pleasure and excitement at the motion and plotting gave him greater energy, which he used for more of the same.
>Maps open up in his head, paths to her hand lighting up and shutting down whenever some flaw appeared.
>Once again, Anon was alive, deliriously so, as is any man with purpose regained;
> the subject of his feverish pursuit was almost a side-note.
>Even his fiercely held numbness was pushed away, relegated to areas outside of the chase.
8/21
>>27520799
>The plans had begun to stop, a final edition close to fruition when a new factor appeared.
>He was lost in thought, happily hammering out details when a new card was turned over.
>A chance worry had escaped her conversation: an urgent need for transportation for her little sister.
>As any card player knows, a single cut card can change a whole hand, and Anon knew that this one opportunity might be worth leaving behind his whole, finely tuned scheme.
>He leaned forward, bravely deserting hours of labor, and offered himself as a solution. A suspicious look and interrogation was then thrust upon him, against which he shamefully stuttered his way through, the absence of planning leaving the impassioned boy ruefully unprepared.
>This was it.
>She listened attentively, and turned her eyes to the air in thought, before informing him that she would have to decline.
9/21
>>27520807
>Dejected, he sunk back into his seat.
>Numbness sprung forward, as did a faded simulacrum of his previous fire, one to offer a consoling void and the other the pleasure of purpose and pursuit.
>With the grimy visage of despair striding quickly towards his heart, he instinctively clung to the easier of the two, numbness.
>As he sank into her poisonous embrace, he promised a reunion with the latter, unwilling to completely abandon the activity that had given him joy and hope, however briefly.
>For the rest of the day, he matched the black thunderstorm that had arrived to choke the sky, trudging forward in a somber stillness.
>The failure of numbness to fend off the intrusion of despair was such that the depression evident on his face caused his friends, by now accustomed to his monk-like disassociation, to ask if something was the matter.
10/21
>>27520813
>The world poured down on Anon, the unstoppable assault of raindrops threatening to soak him.
>Taking cover under a nearby bus station on his walk home, he sat down to wait it out.
>Somewhere along the line, despair had wrested predominance of Anon’s heart from numbness, and was threatening to consume him whole.
>Like the Titanic tilting in the air before sliding into the abyss, the entire year behind him felt as though it were finally position to sink into the waters of his consciousness.
>Anon had always known of the inevitable realization of everything that had happened, known that one day understanding would grow weary of rapping on the door of his mind and simply break down the door.
>What he did not know is if he would survive it.
>He felt the door kicked, splintering as the detestable knowledge began forcing its way into him.
>But at that moment, a vibration tore his mind from the imminent destruction, and brought his grateful mind to the mundane, harmless, practical reality of the phone in his pocket.
11/21
>>27520823
>He was in.
>He was to report to the music studio on Main and 5th in half an hour, and bring the sister straight home.
>The rude curtness given to his free help, along with the reason of having no one else, hardly mattered to Anon;
> an escape from thought had come, and his fragile mind would cling to anything it could find.
>He returned to the pursuit, as promised, and once more his mind began to recover the hope and energy he longed for.
>Plans erupted before him with all these new possibilities, and he was happy to attend to them; it wasn’t perfect, but it was an escape, which was all he could wish for at this point.
>He looked out of the bus stop, noticing the retreat of the thunderclouds, a mild drizzle the only remnants of the ferocious attack.
>He made his way over to the destination, and stands beside the music studio a few minutes before the appointed time, his head filled with maps.
12/21
>>27520833
>Lost in thought, Anon failed to notice the sister exit.
>She’s taller than most girls her age, slightly thicker as well, especially around her hips and thighs.
>She wore a sleeveless, light blue dress with seafoam green and white trim.
>On her side is a light green bow, matched by a large green gem in the center of the chest.
>Brown boots on white heels reach up toward her knees, with thick white laces hanging in mismatched knots on the front.
>A small trinket, resembling a flower, perches within the luscious hair over her right eye, made up primarily of blue, and secondarily of a green to match her dresses’ trim.
>Great, thick streams of pink and light purple hair cascade over her shoulders in buoyant curls that bounce as she moves.
>Her skin is the closest thing to connect her to her older sister, a divinely pale hue, soft and devoid of any markings.
13/21
>>27520845
>She notices the tall boy leaned against the wall, recognizing him from school, and figuring him as the chauffeur she’d be told she would be having.
>She reaches out timidly, hesitating then drops her arm before her fingers can brush his jacket.
>She squeaks his name, and sees his shadowed face looking downward, suddenly lost in the soft green fields of her irises, tumbling and tumbling and tumbling deeper.
>She tilts her head and speaks his name once more, questioning in that’s his name.
>Saved from his fall, he responds, informing her that he is indeed Anon.
>She beams at the tall upper classman with the soft smile and the sad eyes.
>She is Sweetie Belle, and she is pleased to meet him.
14/21
>>27520855
>A frown touches her face as he begins to lead her towards her destination.
>She informs him that she doesn’t want to go, and begs him to do anything else.
>The contortions of her face as she discusses home almost shocks Anon, who did not foresee this at all.
>She pouts, an adorable assault that threatens to penetrate his heart; but Anon resists, remembering the purpose of being here.
>His eyes are on a distant rarity, the girl he’s committed to winning.
>He thinks of the acceptance he’ll undoubtedly gain by responsibly bringing her home safely and punctually, and everything he can do once he becomes a friend.
>It takes more of an effort to focus on her now, but he continues listing her as the goal.
15/21
>>27520864
>The walk home is short, filled with the thick aroma of rain-soaked pavement.
>The world trilled and turned, sounds of happy citizens and laughing students saturating the air with pleasant sensation.
>The mild heat was tempered by the damp air, granting the two walkers something like the feeling of coolness of stepping out of a pool in the summer.
>Neither noticed the blessings of the day.
>One was wrapped up in the pit of being overlooked, a side note to the social centerpiece of Ponyville, the other wrapped up in thoughts of such.
>His visions and fantasies of her increasingly need direction and impelling, rather than coming naturally, as they had this very morning.
>As the walk up to the house, Sweetie Belle grimaces, the pained expression making Anon hesitate before knocking.
>The door opens, followed by the reception of the package, while the confused chauffeur tries to forget the idea now invading his mind:
> Sweetie Belle was unhappy.
>A curt thanks and an enlistment for further duties greets him before the door unceremoniously closes, the sad eyes of Sweetie disappearing behind the white wood. Anon’s plan is moving forward.
>Anon should be happy.
>He tells himself to be happy the whole way home, never managing to make what ought to be, be.
16/21
>>27520881
>The next few visits are mostly the same, with Anon fending off the heartrending pleas of something, anything besides going immediately home, and the elder sister coldly welcoming the precious girl, and politely giving him an empty expression of gratitude.
>The overlooked loneliness of the girl, along with the apparent failure to get any closer to the elder sister leads Anon to give into his heart’s desire, which he justifies as a reasonable change of plans based on the contextual landscape.
>He reasons that making the little sister happy may in turn make the older sister happy.
>He doesn’t admit how much he wants to see her happy.
>And so, he starts taking her out.
>To milkshakes at Hey Burger, to the riverside to just walk and talk, but most often to the arcade.
>If Anon’s genius could be relied on to shine anywhere, it would be there: he picked up patterns and finds holes in defenses as easily as others breathe.
>And now he had something of a student, somebody to show off to and to teach.
17/21
>>27520890
>But there was an added bonus, a reward beyond his personal enjoyment: Sweetie Belle became happy.
>She began to shine, her radiance filling up every room she touched.
>She would smile constantly, and bounce in place while she waited for him, then spring forward to embrace him when he did arrive.
>He started to hear her laugh, really laugh, a loud, squeaky, heart-melting sound that he found he couldn’t get enough of.
>And even though he now dropped her off to a disapproving, increasingly rude sister, he couldn’t bring himself to care, let alone stop.
>He retained a ghost of his plan, still believing himself to be pursuing her, his mending mind quickly finding ways to justify his actions in the context of winning the hand of a girl he barely even thought of anymore.
18/21
>>27520902
>One day, as the two friends sat together, sharing a milkshake, Anon was happy.
>His best friend sunken into his side, playfully batting his hands away when he tried to claim his share of the shake, a genuine grin began to spread across his face.
>The importance of it was not lost on Sweetie Belle, who watched his first real expression of joy in wonder, then squeezed him tightly when he noticed her and tried forcing it down.
>Anon was no longer fleeing in terror from his own understanding, instead resolving to meet it slowly, and working towards a place where he could allow himself to fully know what had happened to him in this past year.
>He was no longer consumed in a passionate, feverish chase of an unattainable girl, though she was still the nominal end.
>He merely sat beside his friend, and stayed there, running from nothing.
19/21
>>27520914
>She had confided in him of her fading loneliness and desire to be recognized for more than who she was related to.
>She regaled him with story upon story of her two best friends, the Cutie Mark Crusaders, and all their adventures, including a particularly good one involving a visiting cousin of Apple Bloom.
>He told her of his desire to go far in life, and his lack of understanding of how to do that, or what he wanted in a practical sense.
>He told her of his struggle with laziness and the spontaneous urges to act out or do something dangerous, which he’d never fully mastered.
>But most importantly, he told her, in vague terms, a cutting loss that he still didn’t know how to deal with.
>As he’d poured out as much of his heart as he could, she hugged him, saying that she’d always be there for him.
>Afterwards, he bought them a milkshake to share, and Anon Y. Mous found himself happy.
20/21
>>27520928
>The next day, as he waited outside of the music studio on Main and 5th, it was he that bounced impatiently on his heels, an excited smile spread across his face.
>As he waited, just a minute before she would run out and tackle him with a hug, a girl from school named Pinkie Pie came up to him.
21/21
>>27520948
The End. http://pastebin.com/ND4qAGnp
I love you Mr. PonyBones.
>>27520977
Wow. That's something great right there. I love these threads so much.
>>27520977
Good story.
GREAT filename.
>>27514056
>Pawing at your chin, Sweetie grabs your attention once again.
>”We're alone now, you know.”
>Closing your eyes, you laugh a bit under your breath.
>”That we are.”
>Her arms cling onto your neck.
>What little she weighs doesn't register to you as a burden.
>”I really wanted to be alone with you.”
>Sweetie can't help but blush as she stares up at you.
“Well, so did I.”
>You can't help but grab hold of her small frame.
>Holding her so close melts away the rest of the world from your mind.
>Were the storm to demolish the school, you'd still cling onto her as you are.
>Every other thought besides the moment you two have right now is gone from both of you.
>Sweetie comes closer to you.
>You inch nearer to her in response.
>The light lavender smell she carries with her grips your attention.
>Your lips hover next to each other.
>Sweetie closes her eyes as she readies herself to receive you.
>But an intrusive thought takes up shop in your head, and you stop yourself from moving any further.
>Your little buddy is still expectantly waiting for your move.
>Her eyes open as you continue to hesitate.
“Sweetie, I know this is probably anticlimactic as hell, but I need to ask you something.”
>Her eyes fling open in a mixture of confounded awe and frustration, sexual and otherwise.
>”OH, COME ON!”
>Her arms fly away from your neck, assuring that you've definitely killed the moment.
“I'm sorry, Sweetie, but I have to talk to you. You know I would love to hold on to you for as long as I possibly could, so this is really important.”
>She crosses her arms in a huff, with a small frown of discontent on her face at being blueballed.
>Even if she doesn't want to admit it, there's a lot of Rarity in her.
>”Fine. But we better kiss after it!”
>She regains her smile and playfully nudges you.
>You smile back at her, and chuckle.
“I promise.”
>>27522425
How the hell did such a cute and innocent story spawn >IT HURTS: THE SPINOFF?
>>27522881
One of my favorite writefags decided to write a spinoff after I tossed out Soarin, Silver and Diamond to serve as a bit of a contrast; simple as that. Although, I initially didn't plan for it to be so lighthearted. I actually wrote out about seven bad endings, one of which turned into the Scootaloo rape nightmare.Things are likely going to get far less saccharine with Scootaloo and Applebloom's stories once I finish up writing this good-ending story for this adorably small marshmallow.
>>27521872
I thought Anon seemed a little too sad, and the relationship seemed a little too monumental for what PB showed, so I wanted to make something that justified Anon being super messed up after the initial loss and then pretty much suicidal after the whole thing.
I really want him to give me some more Sweetie, and a happy Sweetie ending.I mean, if he doesn't, I'm just gonna make one up and paste it on wherever it fits, cause muh story.
By the way, if this thread has trouble surviving, feel free to come over to the CMC/Applebloom one.
>>27523131
Appreciate the offer, but I'm not sure how well received the torment we have/will put the CMC through would be.
>>27523256
hahahahaha you may be right. Still, digging your story a bunch man. Keep up the good worksenpai.
>>27522425
>Setting Sweetie slowly into your lap again, you rub your temples.
>This isn't going to be as easy as just blurting it out.
“Well, Sweetie, you know how I mentioned that my plan was to...well, marry you?”
>Sweetie giggles as she deepens her blush.
>”Of course I do. I fainted, remember?”
“Yeah, right. So, I'm just wondering if...”
>”If what?”
>Swallowing down the lump in your throat, you brace yourself for the emotional burden you're imposing on yourself.
“If you want to actually marry me?”
>Her breathing heats up as she takes in the gravity of your question.
>”O-of course I will marry you. We're in love, and that's what we should do.”
>You breath in and out heavily.
“Sweetie, that's not my question. I know, you would. You probably wouldn't give it a second thought. That's your nature. You're a kind and generous person. You forgo your own well-being just for the sake of those you care about.”
>Her blush begins to calm as you dig deeper into your mind and get to the heart of your thought.
“What am I talking about that you would? You've already done that enough in the short time we've been...truly together.”
>”Anon, I-”
>You shake your head and cut her off with a stern exhale.
“I know you probably don't want to think about it. I don't. I mean, I really, REALLY don't. Neither of us do. We just want to be together, and shuck off the consequences of our decisions.”
>Sweetie Belle has lost her blush fully now.
>”D-do we have to do this, Anon?”
“We do, Sweetie. We really do need to do this, especially if we plan to actually be together. Otherwise, I might as well just jump off of a cliff for all of the pain and suffering I would cause us.”
>”...I don't like it when you get like this, Anon.”
>You watch the joy flee from her face as you continue.
>The smile has vanished from your beloved marshmallow and it's not Rarity's fault, but yours.
>Knowing that you're responsible for harming that smile again...it hurts.
>>27520977
Holy shit.
I've been dealing with a head cold or sinus infection or allergies I don't know about or something for the past couple days so I wasn't going to post anything but god damn, I had to say something after reading this. I'm flattered, and impressed with how you mostly stayed true to my Anon while working within your own story.
The entire RD+Anon thing is literally about to go into his backstory as far as why he's so emotionally destroyed and you got a lot of it right, with some minor details off. Anon isn't new to town and doesn't own a cell phone, were the two that really stood out as wrong and there's no real way you could have known that, and that didn't have enormous impact regardless.
I probably won't be writing tomorrow because I have to try and feel better and record an episode of Dust to then edit and have up by noon the next day, but after that I will try to do a bunch of writing because this shit made me feel amazing, or at least as amazing as I can feel with my skull being full of alien fluids.
>>27490839
good night bump
>>27524277
That sucks. Hope you feel better soon, bones.
>>27523915
9/10 post, keep going.
>>...it hurts.
oh shit, 18/10, definitely don't stop.
>>27526850
I just woke up able to breathe again so things are good on that front.
>>27527106
Good to hear. Take as much time as you need to feel better
>>27523050
>>27505134
>You step inside your room and glance at Rainbow Dash.
>She's standing in your room, staring at the far wall.
>You follow her eyes to your shelved collection of video games and systems.
>It's impressive to behold, although you forget that easily enough.
>You've never shown it to anyone before today.
"Figure out what you want to play?"
>Rainbow Dash jumps a bit, your shorts dropping to her ankles from somewhere beneath your shirt.
>You smirk and step back out of the room for a minute while she composes herself, closing the door behind you.
>Predictable.
>After a moment she lets you know she's decent and you step back inside.
>Rainbow's face is beet red.
"Relax. I didn't see anything, that's why I gave you my biggest shirt."
>Rainbow rolls her eyes.
"Well aren't you just so clever, predicting everything that will happen."
"Yes. I am."
>You glare at Rainbow Dash coldly.
"That's why you've been waiting outside my house and bothering me for days, is it not?"
>Rainbow's jaw drops for a second before she casts her eyes downwards and rubs her elbow awkwardly.
"Yeah. Sorry."
"What game do you want to learn?"
>Rainbow Dash turns her eyes back towards your collection, frowning.
"Uhh... I... all of them?"
>You blink at her.
"All of them?"
>She looks up at you with an awkward smile.
"Most of them? I guess? Heh heh."
>You are not amused.
>Rainbow sighs.
"Look, I have to beat Button Mash and his cronies in some sort of gauntlet and they aren't letting anyone know what games they're playing. But I know I have to get better if I'm going to even stand a chance. That's why I came to you."
>Rainbow Dash rubs her arm awkwardly again.
"I don't want you to teach me to play a fighting game. I need you to teach me to play fighting games in general. All I ever do is pick fast characters and mash buttons. That won't cut it this time. Not even close."
>Rainbow's shorts drop down to her ankles again.
"God dammit."
>You smirk and turn towards the wall while Dash pulls them back up.
>>27528354
>>Rainbow's shorts drop down to her ankles again.
Aside from the implications you get from this excerpt, does this nigga Anon not have any strings on his shorts? Fucking tie that shit. Or is RD just purposefully leaving that shit untied?
>>27528466
>is RD just purposefully leaving that shit untied?
Well, she is going to have to pay him back for his services somehow...
http://i.imgur.com/DuXKWcX.jpg
http://i.imgur.com/Vq2PpOD.png
>>27528667
That's rather lewd.
>>27528354
>cronies
Mash has a fucking harem? How many other waifus has that little shit stolen?
Officially worse than Flash Fucking Sentry.
>>27517932
>You are Diamond Tiara and you do not sleep.
>How can you sleep, when Silver is with *him*?
>You *try*. You tell yourself that whatever happens is only what she deserves.
>It’s not very convincing.
>Every hour, every fifteen minutes – no less than that – you’re checking your phone, hoping you missed a call or a text or something.
>Anything.
>Your phone flickers to life around midnight, but it’s just your mother.
>Nothing – and no one – important.
>You don’t bother to read her message. In fact, you stop checking your phone altogether.
>The next few hours are spent fitfully tossing in your bed.
>Sweat soaks your pajamas by the time the sun shines through your window.
>You check your phone again, praying you had fallen asleep at some point, but there’s only the one message.
>You still don’t read it. Whatever your mother had to say to you can’t be important. It never is.
>You are Soarin and you need to get up.
>It’s impossible, but it needs to be done. And yet, it doesn’t happen.
>Neither you nor Silver make any effort to get out of bed.
“We should probably shower.”
>”Mhm.”
>That’s as far as things go.
>A comment, an agreement, and nothing to show for it.
>The sky outside your window is bright with the morning sun.
>You’re ready to give up, resign yourself to spending the day in bed with Silver. You want to. She wants to.
>It can’t be that bad if –
>A phone rings.
>The sound barely registers; you probably wouldn’t have noticed it if Silver hadn’t suddenly tensed up.
“Need to get that?”
>”Y-yes.”daily updates! whoooooo!
>>27532068
Wonder who's calling.
>>27523915
>...it hurts
H A P P E N I N G
>>27531089
>cronies=harem
Where did that come from?
>>27532068
Haha fuck you Diamond.
>>27533428
You'll see.
>>27531089
You giving the tiny dicked prick too much credit. He just passes his mothers toys around.
>>27535756
Still bumping? Lmao, kid, it's called a:
>IT HURTS
Try it sometime... Fucking freshfags, I swear.
>>27537148
>IT HURTS
>>27538333
Trips confirm >IT HURTS
>>27538341
not as much as it will later
>IT HURTS
>>27532068
>Reluctantly, you let her go.
>She stays there for a second, until the phone rings again.
>With a stuttering sigh, she crawls over you to get to it.
>The hollow space in your bed leaves an even bigger hole in your heart.
>The ringing stops.
>”H-hello…?”
>You turn around – and the view of Silver silhouetted by the sun-lit window leaves you breathless.
>”N-no, I’m… I’m fine.”
>More than fine. She’s perfect.
>”Really.”
>Really.
>From her trim legs to the golden halo of hair surrounding her face. Perfect.
>”N-no! I promise!”
>Narrow hips. Narrower waist.
>”No!”
>She glances at you with her wide, beautiful eyes.
>Royal purple.
>”No, he wouldn’t! Ever!”
“Silver?”
>”No! I’m… I’m fine!”
“Silver, what’s –“
>”I said I’m fine! Everything is perfect! You were wrong and… and…”
>You push yourself out of bed and reach for the phone, but Silver twists aside.
>”… and I don’t need you anymore!”
>>27540176
IDS HABBENING
>>27540176
>You are Diamon Tiara
>"I don't need you anymore!"
>And you sit there, numb to the world
>Trying to process what just happened
>Silver Spoon is abandoning you
>For HIM
>You had a plan
>Such a great plan
>But now it's all falling apart
>Silver doesn't want you anymore
>She's been seduced over to his side
>What will you do?
>How will you get her back?
>Can things ever go back to how they were?
>There are so many questions
>So many uncertainties
>But one thing is certain
>One thing is clear as day:>IT HURTS
>>27540176
>She throws the phone to the floor before you can grab for it again.
>You expect to see it explode into a million little pieces, but all you see is your girlfriend crying.
>So you do what any good boyfriend would do in this situation: you hold her until the tears stop. And then you hold her some more, until she tries to push you away.
>You pull her tighter.
>”Soarin,” she squeaks, “we should… we should get dressed. We’ll be late for school.”
“We’re already late.”
>Her head falls against your chest.
>”Really?”
“Really.”
>She slumps in your arms; you’re the only thing holding her up now.
>”I need a shower.”
>Your tub is small, barely large enough for the both of you to stand.
>Water cascades over you and her.
>At no point do you let go of Silver.
>”I don’t have any clean clothes,” she mumbles, barely audible over the rushing water.
“I know, we didn’t really –“
>”You’re too big. I can’t wear any of your clothes.”
“Yeah. They’d –“
>”Di always had clothes I could wear. We weren’t the same size, but…”
“Close enough?”
>”Yeah.”
“Maybe I can buy a few things…”
>”Won’t that be hard to explain?”
“No harder than explaining why you spent the night with me.”
>>27541065
>Silver’s head jerks up and she stares at you in a mixture of fear and shock.
>”Your parents!” she gasps. “Are they still –“
“They’re gone.”
>She gives a relieved sigh and lets her head drop back to your chest.
“Both of them work early. So… yeah…”
>”But you said –“
“I was just joking. Kind of. I mean… shit… if anyone finds out…
>”Yeah…”
>Your clothes *are* too large for Silver, but it’s all you have for her to wear as hers go through the laundry.
>The neck of your shirt is so large it practically hangs off of the girl, leaving one shoulder bare.
>”I should have just worn them,” she murmurs, snuggling up to you. “We could be at school by now.”
“No, you were right.”
>”Yeah, but… I can’t believe we didn’t notice.”
“Yeah.”
>”Even if no one recognized it as yesterday’s outfit, the melted ice cream... yeah.”
“Yeah.”
>You chuckle.
>”I can’t believe we didn’t notice!”
“We were… um… a little distracted.”
>Silver looks askance at you before giggling.
>”I guess so. At least I know you didn’t spend the entire time looking at my breasts.”
“How could I? I was mesmerized by your face.”
>You cringe as soon as the words leave your mouth.
“Sorry that was –“
>Silver cuts you off with a kiss.
>”No, that was good,” she whispers, before kissing you again.end of Chapter 4
>>27541456
Finally, a success!
>>27541456
Diamond Tiara...>IT HURTS
>>27541456
VICTORY! VICTORY!
>>27528354
>After Rainbow fixes her wardrobe malfunction for the second time you walk over to your collection.
"Well. If you're going to need a full education, there's only one place to start."
>You pick up two controllers from a shelf and kneel down to power on your computer and TV.
>You toss a controller to Rainbow Dash.
"You can sit on the bed, or I can grab you a chair if you prefer."
>Rainbow flops herself onto the foot of your bed.
"This is fine. What game are we playing?"
"A game that embodies the fundamental principles of fighting games in their purest form, and one of the greatest fighting games ever made."
>You grab your beanbag chair from against the wall and drop yourself into it as the title screen appears.
>Rainbow Dash raises an eyebrow.
"Divekick?"
"Divekick."
"Never heard of it."
"You'll pick it up quickly enough. It only uses two buttons."
>You select Uncle Sensei.
>Rainbow Dash picks Johnny Gat.
>Round 1 begins.
>You immediately kick backwards to create space between the two of you.
"Hey, what gives? I can't move. This joystick is busted. The D-pad isn't working either."
"The game only uses two buttons."
>You stand up and lean over her shoulder, pointing the two relevant buttons on the controller.
"Dive. Kick. Dive is jump. Kicking in the air kicks you forward and down, kicking on the ground jumps you backwards."
>Rainbow Dash jumps up experimentally, kicking downwards then backwards.
"Huh. That's... weird."
>You sit back down as the timer runs out and Rainbow Dash is declared the winner.
"Huh? What happened?"
"You were closest to the center when time ran out. Each round is only 20 seconds long because one hit in this game is a knock out."
>You point at the bottom of the screen.
"Those meters are built up by kicking, and you use specials by hitting both buttons on the ground or in the air. Yours are hitting me with a taxi on the ground and firing a mini black hole in the air."
>You kick back as the second round times out.
"So. Ready to play?"
>>27542879
I just spent way too much time reading up on Divekick.
>>27543487
Same, it sounds quite fun
>>27543487
Jefailey a best. Drop kick is best dive kick.
>>27542203
You know it only goes downhill from here, right?
>IT HURTS
>>27490839
What the hell are these "Thread"s about anyway? I keep seeing them lately.
>>27547063
its a thread for Anon babysitting Sweetie Bell, Rarity talks shit about Anon, Anon and Sweetie try to date, Rarity goes loco, Applebloom might try to make him squeal like a pig, Scootaloo is in a abusive household and Anon and Sweetie might adopt her. We also have a story of Diamond Tiara making Silver Spoon make blackmail on Soarin only to have it backfire on her when they start getting into a secret steady relationship.
>>27547063
We are a old write prompt that never made its own name and just uses the pic in op or something similar along with whatever number.
>>27547124
>its a thread for Anon babysitting Sweetie Bell, Rarity talks shit about Anon, Anon and Sweetie try to date, Rarity goes loco, Applebloom might try to make him squeal like a pig
Sounds kinda interesting. Is there a pastebin for this?
>>27547154
http://pastebin.com/u/mediocrewritefag
This is the one for the one you seem to be interested in. The other two are for a different Anon and Sweetie Belle, and Silver Spoon's slow descent into yandere territory.
>>27547154
http://pastebin.com/u/mediocrewritefag
Or just read the rest of the stuff in the op.
>>27547180
I wouldn't say Silver is going yandere just standing up to Diamond's shit, Diamond on the other hand I can see happening.
>>27547194
Now that Silver Spoon has confidence in herself, what makes you think she wouldn't she go full yandere the instant she sees Soarin talking to another girl?
>>27547194
>IT HURTS
Chapter 5 starts tomorrow. Already have a decent plan for it, but it's very vague on the specifics. Might cover multiple dates, might focus on just one. Don't know what they'll be doing exactly, just how it's going to end.
So, what would you like to see in the upcoming chapter?
>>27550440>IT HURTSsorry
>>27550487
Obviously, but what else?And how?
>>27523915
>You push the thought out of your mind.
>You need to do this.
“I know, you don't like my more serious topics. I can't exactly blame you after everything.”
>Sweetie Belle's expression softens a bit as you put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
“We both need to treat this seriously, like a real couple would. Just like any other relationship, we both need to be sure about this. I mean, dead serious, Sweetie. I...I do love you. I really love you. Both of us share that quality. I need you to really think this through, though. Marriage is in no way a small thing. This...this is a huge commitment. Not just for me, but for you as well.”
>You move your hand from her shoulder to her chin, causing her to subconsciously drift into your palm.
“Sweetie, I need to know that you're actually understanding what you'll be getting into with me. I don't want you to do this just to please me or Rarity; I want you to decide that this is what you really want. We're giving each other something that you can never get back after it's been given to someone.”
>”Our virginity?”
>The childishly innocent statement takes you out of your lecture zone for a moment.
“N-no, I mean time. Huge portions of our lives, together.”
>”O-oh.”
>Sweetie blushes a bit out of embarrassment.
>”I made that a bit lewder than it was supposed to be, didn't I?”
>Lewd?
>Rarity's vocabulary rubbed off a bit too much on Sweetie.
“That's not important now. What is important is that you well and truly want to give me this out of your own heart.”
>Sweetie Belle closes her eyes for a bit.
>When she opens them, she speaks without a hint of hesitation.
>”I still want to marry you.”
>You move to speak, but Sweetie plants a finger on your lips this time.
>”I know you want to talk, but it's my turn now, Anon.”
>Giving a reluctant sigh, you lean back slightly to take a moment to hear Sweetie's thoughts.
>>27543487
>>27543505
Here's the only time I got any of my friends to actually play with me. It was pretty fun. It was back before the fencer came out though. https://youtu.be/Mp-zqEuqXjA
>>27544093
Fencer a better best. Sword throw is best dive kick.
>>27542879
>Rainbow Dash nods.
>You proceed to beat her five times in a row.
>It isn't hard.
"Rainbow Dash."
>You stand up and lean over her shoulder again, pointing out the two buttons.
"Dive. Kick. There is no six button turbo attack that you can unlock by mashing the buttons and hoping for the best. You can dive. And you can kick."
>Rainbow Dash sinks into your oversized shirt at your admonishment.
"Heh. Sorry. I guess I just..."
"You panic and you try to attack as quickly as possible to create space and gain control of a situation. Your panic is presumably caused by a lack of understanding basic fighting game concepts coupled with an intense fear of looking vulnerable, but you're not here to be psychoanalyzed. You're here to get good."
>You drop back into your chair, switch your character to Johnny Gat.
"And getting good begins when you understand that you are in control of your destiny. Fighting games aren't about randomly hitting buttons and hoping to come out on top. They are about making decisions. Every attack, every movement is a choice that you make. Victory is achieved by whichever player made better choices."
>You set your gem to match Rainbow's dive gem.
"That's why I love this game. It boils that idea down to its very core. Every decision you make in the game comes down to two buttons. Two choices of what to do at any given instant. Dive, or Kick."
>You begin the next round.
"Now. We have identical characters and set ups. You know the height I jump, the speed and angle I kick at. You already have all the information you need. We're going to play until you decide to beat me."
>Round 1 begins.
>>27550518
Well you haven't really touched on the two of them actually getting caught and dealing with the consequences of their actions. Ostracization, police/jail, early pregnancy, dealing with the relationship after the 'honeymoon' has ended. As much>IT HURTSas there has been, it's been a pretty simple and happy relationship with not too many harsh realities.
>>27551007
We could have Diamond try to start some shit in the mall when they have a date, we haven't caught up to the other story yet. Maybe getting caught in a photo booth?
>>27551807
DT proposes a threesome
>>27551813
She does it in the middle of a changing room at a lingerie store.
>>27551807
This is true. Going by the other story, it's implied that Soarin did in fact have sex with DT. So we still need to make that happen somehow. Like I suggested some time ago, DT drugs him at a sleepover and does the bump bump sugarlump rump jump on his pump.
Though, there needs to be a way to bring DT back into Silvers life, it has to happen, that's a given. But we still have like weeks to work with, right? So it shouldn't be hard.
>>27552227
Maybe she tries to get Silver back by blackmailing Soarin to fuck her, make him take her too. At least until she gets extra thirsty and tries to join in a treesome, preferably while Soarin is balls deep in Silver.
>>27552227
Could be DT trying to figure out just what makes Silver want to turn on her, but she justifies it by thinking it will drive a wedge between them
I want to see what happens next
>>27552755
in which story?
>>27554671
>bump
have you no shame? disrespectful ass.
>IT HURTS
>IT HURTS
IT HURTS FROM 10!
>IT HURTS
>>27490839
it hurts with I whiz
>>27560098
That's why Soarin always uses a condom. You should too.
>>27550995
Really seems to have rebounded from suicidal to normal pretty fast.
Maybe Dash is his soulmate.
>>27561391
OTP
Already have plans to bring DT back in.Been dropping foreshadowing for a while.Didn't think of having them get caught or deal with other consequences, but there should be. No point having Soarin constantly worry about it if no one else seems to care. Time for shit to hit the fan.
Getting started on today's green now.
>>27541456
Chapter 5
>You are Soarin and you are coming back from throwing Silver’s clothes in the dryer.
>Should have done it earlier, but you were *distracted*.
>Now it’s past noon and Silver Spoon is sprawled out on your bed.
>She’s not wearing your shirt anymore.
>”We’re not going to make it to school today, are we?” your girlfriend giggles as you sit down beside her. “I think I’ll need another shower before I get dressed.”
“No, probably not.”
>”I –“
>She jumps as her phone begins to ring. So do you.
>You assumed it was broken.
>It might be; the ring tone is higher pitched.
“Ignore it.”
>She doesn’t, practically scrabbling out of your bed to get to it.
“Silver, it’s just –“
>Your girlfriend looks at the screen and turns white.
“Silver –“
>She holds up a hand.
>The phone rings again.
>She taps the screen and holds it up to her ear.
>”Y-yes…?”
>”Yes. I –“
>”Yes, but –“
>”I… I understand.”
“Silver –“
>”Yes.”
>Her hand drops, her head a second later.
“Silver, what is it?”
>“I have to go.”
>>27564335
>You are Silver Spoon and you are walking into school the next day.
>Early.
>Alone.
>With your father watching from his car until you’re inside the door.
>Three things that haven’t happened since elementary.
>*Early* elementary.
>You’re halfway to your first class when a hand grabs your arm.
>”Hey.“
“I can’t talk right now, Soarin.”
>”But you tried to run out of my house wearing sopping wet clothes and –“
“We *can’t* talk about that now.”
>The halls are nearly empty, but not empty enough.
>”But why?”
“Let go of me. Please. I have to get to class.”
>”Bell doesn’t ring for another fifteen minutes, at least,” he argues. “Can’t you at least tell me who called you?”
“N-no.”
>”You made me drop you off at that shopping center and leave. Least you could do is tell me –“
“No.”
>You shake your head, but Soarin keeps pushing.
>”Was that your father?”
“W-what…?”
>”That old guy that picked you up from there? Please tell me that was your father and not some –“
“Yes.”
>”Good,” your boyfriend sighs, his shoulders slumping. “I was worried.”
“He’s right outside.”
>You don’t know if he is or not. Maybe he drove away, maybe he’s waiting to see if you sneak out.
>Maybe he’s going to come through those doors any second now to have a talk with the principals.
>You don’t know.
“I have to go to class, Soarin.”
>He – reluctantly – lets go.
>”Okay, but –“
>Soarin pauses, looking back at the doors.
>”- later, okay? We’ll talk later?”
“Yes, but… I…”
>>27564676
>You take a few steps, just to distance yourself. Just in case your father sees.
“… I can’t stay too late. I have to go home after the book club meeting. I…”
>The door opens and you nearly die.
>It’s not him, but it’s enough to make you rush off, quickly walking away before anyone else can see you together.
>You hope Soarin understands.
>”I’ll see you there!”all for tonight. other things kept popping up.
>>27550995
>You win round 1.
>You win the first match.
>You win and win and win, but you're watching Rainbow Dash.
>She stops mashing buttons randomly.
>You can see she's trying to think.
>Figure out how to approach.
>Trying to lure you into making mistakes.
>She even starts winning rounds here and there.
>Nowhere near enough to win a match, but enough to quash the endless fraud detection.
>Half an hour goes by and Rainbow still hasn't taken a match off you.
"Ok. I think it's time for a break. I have to throw your clothes in the dryer."
>You stand up and stretch, glancing at her.
"Do you want anything to eat? The house is kind of bare right now but I think there's some pizza pockets in the freezer."
>Dash is sitting cross legged on your bed and pouting.
"Yeah, that sounds good."
>You leave the room and go to the fridge, opening the freezer.
>You retrieve the pizza filled pastries, plate them and put them in the microwave.
>You head into the laundry room and take Rainbow's clothes out of the washer.
>Your eye is caught by something pink and lacy in the bundle.
>You blush as you realize what you're holding and quickly toss the clothes into the dryer.
>You breathe for a moment before turning the dryer on.
>You sigh and turn around, trying to expel the image of Rainbow laying back on your bed, wearing nothing but those panties and your shirt, inviting you to unbutto-
>The microwave beeps, freeing you from your fantasy.
>You dash into the kitchen, removing the plate from the microwave.
>You swap your pockets onto a separate plate and carry them both back into your room.
>You hand Dash her plate and sit back down in your beanbag chair.
>The two of you eat in relative silence for a few minutes.
>You try to focus on your food instead of Rainbow's crossed legs.
>Luckily, Dash saves you from yourself.
"So, are your parents like, out of town or what?"
>Innocent enough.
"No. My parents are dead."
>You finish eating while watching Dash's expression from the corner of your eye.
>>27565227
>dat nonchalant answer
I'm curious what her response will be. People tend to show more concern for the personal losses of someone else that person in question does for themselves. At least, from my experience anyway.
>>27565404
>response
>"just like Applejack, huh? That's cool."
>>27565227
Welp this gon be gud.
IT HURTS FROM 10
write bump
>>27564688
>He understands.
>You keep walking to your first class.
>Alone.
>It feels awkward. You keep half-turning to the girl not beside you, almost telling her how weird this feels.
>You don't, of course, but *almost*.
>It's been years, almost a decade since Di wasn't at your side. Your entire life, for all you can remember.
>You almost tell her that, too, but there's no one beside you.
>There must be a part of you that wasn't prepared for this; you *knew* she wouldn't be with you this morning.
>Maybe that part of you thought that Soarin would take her place.
>Another thing you *know* won't happen, but... despite that, your heart flutters at the thought.
>When you reach the classroom, you hold the door open for a second, until you realize Di isn't going to walk through before you.
>You go in, shoulders straight and head held high. Like you own the place.
>Like she would.
>You need to... you're on your own now. You need to have confidence in yourself.
>It's easy to pretend - just ape Di's attitude. Follow her lead like you have for so long. Do what she would do.
>That's why you walk past her without saying a word.
>This entire morning you've pretended she wasn't at your side. She wasn't of course, but you still had to pretend.
>It makes it easy to pretend she isn't here now.
>"Sil -"
>You drop your backpack on your desk and turn to the -
>No.
>Even if you knew what to say, you don't even know her name.
>You pull out a book and begin reading.
>>27568205
Holy fucking cold, DT must be just dying on the inside right now.
bump from 9
>>27568205
Bitch deserves it.
>>27568205
>There's a few minutes left until class starts.
>You could ask what her name is, or just strike up an idle conversation, but you've gone the entire school year without saying two words to the girl that sits to your left.
>It's not impossible - it's better than talking to Di - but too many new experiences in too short a time leaves you worn thin.
>You read, and leave your neighbor in peace.
>Di doesn't try to talk to you again.
>You're not entirely sure if that's a good thing or not.
>You are Soarin and you walk in to the library.
>Now that you think about it, it's kind of obvious. Where else would the book club meet?
>Almost makes you feel silly about asking for directions, except you're still lost.
>The place is deserted, except for Miss Cheerilee.
>"Oh, something you needed?" she asks, setting down the books she had been reshelving.
"Book club?"
>"Oh. Huh."
"What?"
>"Nothing," she answers innocently, gesturing for you to follow. "Meeting rooms are right down here."
>Silver smiles as you walk into the small room.
>"Looks like you finally got another member," the librarian comments, waving to your girlfriend. "Well, have fun!"
>She pulls the door shut behind her and you awkwardly shuffle over to a chair and flop into it.
>Your backpack hits the ground with a thud.
>Silver flinches at the sound.
"Sorry."
>"No, I... I get it," she mumbles. "You have every right to be angry."
"I'm not."
>Much.
"Mostly confused. You wouldn't explain *anything* yesterday -"
>"I'm sorry."
" - and this morning, you ran off without even saying goodbye. What's going on?"
>She closes the book she had been reading and shoves it away from her.
"Silver. Tell me."
>"I'm grounded," she sighs. "I can't go out with you - not, I mean, that I'm not your girlfriend or anything! Just that I can't go out at all this weekend.
>"No, not because of us," she's quick to add. "He doesn't know."
"He doesn't know you spent the night at my place?"
>"He... he thinks I was at Di's."
>>27573027
>You can literally feel the weight of that lift from your shoulders.
>"And... it *might* be longer..."
"Might?"
>"Probably," Silver reluctantly admits. "I... um... I've been skipping a lot of classes with... um... Di... and..."
"Oh."
>You have been, as well. Shit.
>"But hopefully not! With any luck, we can go out Monday night! I know that means going all weekend without... um..."
>Silver looks at the clock mounted on the wall and grins.
"It's only a few days, Silver. I think we can last that long."
>"Yeah," she sighs. "Only two days. Last time was longer."
"Yeah."
>You let out a relieved sigh.
"I thought something more serious was going on. If I was any older you might have given me a heart attack."
>"Oh. I know I... um... kinda ran out in the middle of things yesterday. Sorry."
"Don't be."
>You chuckle and lean back in your chair.
"You can make it up to me Monday."
>"Actually, we have about an hour until I have to go home..."all for tonight
>>27573192
The library is a very exciting place, it seems.
>>27574638
Shut up nerd
>>27565227
>Rainbow Dash looks at you in shock for a moment.
>The her face breaks into a smile and she laughs.
"Ha. Wow, you actually had me going there for a second, Anon. So really, where are they? Business trip?"
>You blink and look up at her.
"They're actually dead."
"Bullshit Anon. I remember seeing you with your parents after last year's graduation ceremony. They were fine."
"Yeah, and a month after that my Dad was killed in a car accident."
>Rainbow goes a bit pale.
"Oh. Was your mom also..."
"My mom died shortly after I was born. That woman was just my Dad's girlfriend at the time."
"Oh..."
>Rainbow Dash frowns and lowers her head.
"I'm sorry dude. I didn't think you were serious."
>You let her stew in the awkward silence for a few minutes.
"So... you just live here all alone?"
"Yeah. My aunt and uncle are out in Manehattan. My aunt came down when Dad died to take care of me for a while, but I was basically taking care of myself by that point anyway. Dad was working most of the time and I didn't exactly depend on the women he'd bring home. Most of them didn't stick around for long."
>You shrug and lie back over your beanbag chair.
"We all figured moving me all the way out there for one year of high school would be more disruptive for everybody than just letting me continue living here on my own. They took on all the bills for the place and pay it off with Dad's life insurance money. They transfer an allowance to my bank account every month so I can take care of myself but can't blow all my money on drugs and sports cars."
"Sounds like you have a pretty sweet deal."
>Rainbow Dash claps her hands over her mouth as she realizes what she just said.
"I mean, oh God, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
"It's fine."
>You sink into the beanbag chair and sigh.
"Me and Dad... I mean, we loved eachother, but we were never really... close. He... Part of him, at least..."
>You sit up and look downwards while you try to stop your eyes watering.
"He blamed me for Mom dying."
>>27575540
>"He blamed me for Mom dying."
If Anon was going to get all butthurt over his father being pissed, maybe he shouldn't have stabbed his mom to death back then.
>>27575540
Can they just fuck already? Anon and Sweetie are stupid toxic in this story and he deserves better.
>>27575315
Hey don't hate on the guys getting kinky library sex.
>>27575540
Well fuck. Dash is just stunned.
>>27490839
bump
>>27573192
>You are Silver Spoon and you know you shouldn't be suggesting this.
"After the book club meeting, I have to go straight home, but until then..."
>You give him a meaningful smile.
"No one will interrupt us here."
>"That's..."
>Soarin looks at the door.
>"... if you're hinting at what I think you're hinting at, that's probably a bad idea. You *do* mean what I think you mean, right?"
>You lean forward, resting your elbows on the table and cupping your face in your hands.
"What do you think?"
>Soarin glances at the door again before answering slowly, "I think I'm going to the special hell."
"Really now."
>"Maybe."
>That's good enough for you.
>Your boyfriend looks up as you push back your chair. He shrugs and lets out a sigh
>"This is a bad idea, Silver. There's no lock on the door."
"So? You're the first person to come in here in months."
>"Yeah, but what if someone does?" he protests, but still takes your hand as you straddle his lap.
"It won't happen."
>"But -"
>You silence him with a kiss.
"We've been worried about getting caught this whole time, and all that's happened is I've been grounded for skipping school.
"Nothing bad will happen."
>>27576872
Oh shit, will DT walk in, or Cheralie. Or Spitfire trying to check on him.
>>27576915
Vote now!
>>27577379
spitfire would make it all the better
> she asks to watch in the end since silver is cute
>>27576872
> "I think I'm going to the special hell."I love this thread
>>27577379
Damn. DT would logically progress the story whereas Clitfire and Cherilee would just add in a few lines of humor. Hard choice still...
>>27577912
Principal Celestia comes in to tell Silver Spoon her club is being disbanded due to nonexistent membership and her poor attendance. Find Soar in balls deep in the girl.
>>27578068
club approved on the spot for another year
>luna comes to watch
>>27578260
>book club
>only one book
>Lolita
>>27578325
NEW BOOK IN STORES NOW!!!
LOLITA AND YOU!!!
>IT HURTS!
