I almost had it up before you.

>>27754023 (You)
Anon Y, Mous.
Origin: Mutagen.
Appearance: Athletic.
Faction: Military.
Perks: Prime Subject so I don't scare any pone with unnecessary tentacles, Expert so I don't hurt anyone by accident, Charisma to hold a conversation, and Training thanks to faction.
Drawbacks: Valuable, Hated, Traitor, Weakness. Total gain 12.
>>27754044 (You)
Abilities(total points 37): Strength level 3(-3), Agility level 3(-3), Endurance level 2(-2), Durability level 3(-3), Enhanced Senses level 3(-3), Reflexes level 3(-3), Natural Weapon level 2 for free then level 3(-1), Inheritable level 1(-1) I want super pone kids or Griffin (dat catbird but though), Mental level 3(-3), Focus level 3(-3), Flight level 3(-3), Directed Energy Attack level 3(-3), Self Healing level 3(-3), Unarmed Mastery Level 2(-2), Social Enhancer level 1(-1).
>>27754055 (You)
Allies: Friends that get dragged along with me Samuel Mason as my Sensei and Lindsey Reyes as my fangirl assistant.
Foes: The Prototype, Fiona Dawley, and Bubbles the cyber gorilla. I will now take one extra perk which will be Defector. Now my last two Allies will be my Clone thanks to Defector, and Olivia Blake. That's all friendos, what do ya'll think? Good enough for a Anon in pony prison story?

>>27754677
thats what he said.

I'll start posting in a bit, the inspector turned up a little while ago

>>27754971
>Be Krystal Shear
>It’s GAMES TIME!
>You really wish Anon could be here to join you
>He had joined the games club too! How could he put fighting over fun?
>You’ll never understand that one
>Games club as it turned out was held in the recreational centre
>From what you knew there was only the pool in there
>Is today water games or something?
>Thankfully, being one of the few places The Warden successfully showed you, you knew where it was
>Also it was huge, one of the biggest buildings on the grounds, so you couldn’t not find it
>There was no way only a few pools were in there, unless they were using anti-space magic, but that seems a little… counter-productive
>As you approach the building the large glass doors slide open
>Magic or new technology? You couldn’t tell
>Inside there are a number of creatures swimming about the pool, as on your tour
>Parts of the ceiling had become translucent, letting in the warm afternoon light
>You couldn’t make out any real organised gathering. Was games club just swimming?
>You loved the water and all, but that’s kind of disappointing
>Thankfully you’re a smart, resourceful pony and with a life guard/normal guard beside the pool there was somepony you could simply ask for assistance
>With that you stride over, intent on uncovering the mysteries of the Games Club
>“Hi Mr. Guard I was just wondering-
*SCREEE*
>The Stallion’s whistle blows and he points to a diamond dog running alongside the pool
“NO RUNNING! I CATCH YOU AGAIN YOU’RE OUT!”
>The Diamond Dog blows a raspberry at the guard before diving into the pool, splashing nearby sun bathing ponies
>The Guard turns beat root red in anger at the prisoner’s callous behaviour and dives into the pool himself, retrieving the dog and taking him away
>”I’ll ask another time I guess?”
>Of course with the guard gone you were simply talking to yourself
>Oh well
>There were a number of other doors near the back of the room

>>27755336
>The Warden had said one of them was a locker room, so where did the other go?
>Neither door was labelled, for whatever reason, so naturally you had to walk into the locker room first, just in time to see a bunch of elderly prisoners changing into their swim wear
>Your eyes would never be clean again
>Through the other door is a hallway with a number of entrances
>You trot down it until you reach the first set of glass doors
>They slide open like those out front
>Beyond is a series of tennis courts
>From the look of the lines on the floor each court could be modified to play a variety of sporting games
>There were fewer creatures in here than the pool, and there was still yet to be any sign of the Games club, aside from all the ponies playing
>You step back out and continue to the next door
>This room held a small gymnasium
>A scant few ponies were in here
>Those few currently cartwheeled, flipped, jumped, dived and twirled around on the soft squishy floor
>All the equipment looked standard, however something did catch your eye
>There was a pool in the back, except it wasn’t full of water, it was full of foam blocks
>Would they be mad if you spent the whole day flopping about that pool?
>You’d have dived right in if you had a friend for support
>Darn, why wasn’t Anon here? He loved doing stupid things
>Without moral support you retreat
>The hallway held one last door
>Right at the end
>It wasn’t glass like the others, it was old, worn and metallic, rusted in some parts in fact
>The lighting hadn’t been well maintained either this far away from the main rooms and so it left the end of the hallway dark and flickering
>However, to counteract the scary darkness the door had a series of Hearth Warming eve lights around it
>The little lights twinkled invitingly through the dinge
>You push on the beaten door
>It doesn’t budge
>You push harder and it gives, letting out a screeching groan

>>27755374
>The door hid a small room or you think it’s small, heavy and shrouding curtains hung from the ceiling and along the walls obscuring the rooms true size
>As with the door outside small lights lined the wall
>You can make out a source of illumination behind the curtain blocking your view
>Pushing the curtain aside you move further into the room; which was indeed small
>The door behind you screeches closed of its own volition
>You jump and twist around, just to make sure nothing had snuck up behind you
>A very quiet, and peculiarly accented, female voice echoes through the room
“Ahn what're ye doin’ here?”
>Scottish pony?
>You twist back to face the light
>It was coming from an oil lamp hanging above a wooden table with a kind of red velvet lining over the top
>While the light didn’t quite illuminate the room it left the table well lit
>Upon it was what looked to be a number of board game boxes and two packs of cards
>All the boxes had had their covers stripped, revealing the brownish-grey fibrous material beneath and obscuring the games identity
>Around the table were several cushioned chairs, two of which had ponies in them
>Both wore thick hooded cloaks
>Was this the games club? Some sort of demonic worshiping club? You really didn’t expect this when you joined
“Ah’ll ask ye again. What are ye doin’ here?”
>You can’t make out movement from either of the ponies to your side so you’re not sure which one you’re talking to
>And how were they speaking so quietly, yet making it sound as if they were shouting?
>”Ah, I was just looking for the Games Club…”
“Terrific! Ah was told we had another recruit, but ye’ve come in ah bit late, everyponies already split apart”
>”So am I at the right place?”
“Indeed. Ah’m Gale, head of the Games Club. Normally we meet up at the pool and everypony moves to their desired activity. As ah said ye were late, so ah’m guessin’ it was a little hard finding your way around”

>>27755408
>You still had no idea who you were talking to
>”Hehe, yeah, plus my tour of the prisoner was from The Warden, so apparently I don’t know half the things here”
“Another one. Me tour was from The Warden, she’s nay too good at et but likes to give them to the more /special/ prisoners. If ye don’t mind me asking, what makes ye so special?”
>”Oh, nothing really, I was just paired with the special inmate, he was a human”
“Ah that one, he provides smooth winds for travel that’s for sure”
>What? Winds for travel?
>”If you don’t mind, what makes you special?”
“Sorry, ye canna see me can ye?”
>”Not quite”
>From the darkness a teeny tiny hooded figure glides onto the table
>The hood gets pulled back to reveal the face of Gale, an orange haired, blue breezie
>That comment about using wind for travel makes a lot of sense now
>”It’s nice to meet you Gale, I’m Krystal Shear, but everypony calls me Shear”
“Likewise”
>The tiny hooves of Gale lift up and gesture to the ponies either side of her
“Girls come on, stop hiding behind those hoods ahn say hello t’ our newest member”
>She looks back at you
“That is, if ye don’t want to go join the other activities Shear?”
>”Its fine, I’ll stay here”
>It certainly looked interesting enough
“Good, good, take a seat”
>You take the spare seat directly in front of you
>Sitting down it’s much easier to make our Gale and the ponies to either side
>The mare to the right looks familiar, but with her hood so low it’s difficult to make her out
>The pony to your left pulls her hood back revealing a malnourished looking mare of chocolate brown coat with a light mocha mane
“I’m Fudge Pudge, but if I can call you Shear you can just call me Puddy”
>”Alright Puddy, its nice meet you”
>The Mare to the right shows herself, silvery-grey pigtails poking from out of the hood
>…
>”Silver?”
“Hey Shear”

>>27755424
>Be Silver
>You were relaxing out on Nonny in your dream when he suddenly popped away, leaving you to fall to the couch
>He did say somepony was trying to wake him up
>That just left you alone until you woke up
>It could be soon actually, after whatever happened with Anon at the lake last night it had made you go to bed really early
>*sigh*
>You roll onto your back and stretch your hooves towards the roof
>He got you a present and it wasn’t even hearth's warming eve
>Your eyebrows crinkle in annoyance
>The naughty inmate did break out of prison to get it, he really should be punished
>But then again, he did come back. You wouldn’t tell anypony, although you dearly wish you could share the story with your fellow guards
>It’s a once in a lifetime thing, the one time a prisoner broke out of prison just to come back!
>You chuckle to yourself
>It was truly absurd, it would be a legend around here for years to come… If you could tell anypony
>*Sigh*
>What a silly thing that Human was
>But that gift! What could it be?
>What are you thinking? You’re a detective!
>Obviously it was an article of clothing, he’d gotten it from Canterlot Carousel
>As for what article? You’ve no idea
>…
>Wait a second
>…
>Now that you’d started up your critical evaluation skills again you’ve quite suddenly come to an odd conclusion, although you realise with that with the slightest thought it was beyond apparent
>Nonny seemed so out of this world because he /literally/ was!
>Little to no knowledge of the world, strange morphology with those dang ol’ long arms and legs, you’d never seen or heard of a human before, plus that strange place he was at in his dream
>Grr that cheeky human! Why didn’t he tell you he was an alien!? That’s so cool!!
>As far as you know the only other aliens to visit pony kind were the Stars themselves when they released Nightmare Moon from her prison
>They were widely considered some of the evilest beings in existence

>>27755462
>No wonder Princess Luna was so worried about Nonny
>And here you were, in a herd with him
>…
>How exciting!
>Maybe he could teach you how to imprison ponies in the moon? You’d be the best guard pony in the whole world!
>Or more pragmatically it could be used to lessen the prisoner burden in Tartarus
>With the sapient species of the world expanding, and communication networks growing the dark corners of the worlds map were being filled in
>In doing so the glory and civility of society grew
>As a result a lot of evil and scary monsters had to be sent away
>Hence there had been quite an influx of prisoners to the demonic prison
>Thank goodness Nonny hadn’t been sent there
>Would he feel bad about you knowing his secret? You were fine with it, you were excited by it!
>A lot of the Night’s Watch often talked of aliens
>Spending all night starring at the stars, plus the obvious connections to your Princess, made it an understandable topic of choice
>You need to tell Soft Cotton and Shear, they deserve to know, it’s kind of an important thing to know about your stallion
>You toss over to your side as your ears reflexively twist about detecting a change in the environment
>They hadn’t picked up a sound, rather the loss of one
>That blurry song that was always on whenever you were here had faded out, leaving the place eerily quiet
>Everything becomes distorted and pulls away from you until all becomes black
>…
>Your eyes open
>You’re in Nonny’s bed
>What else were you expecting?
>The bed was clean and warm, no trace of mess remained
>How did Nonny clean up while you were still in the bed?
>Over to the right, towards the angled wall, is a massive pile of stuffed animals
>You find Nonny’s Dream stone under the pillow you were resting on
>Placing it on the bedside table you find a note left by Anonymous

>>27755493
*Dear Silver,
I’m sorry about what happened last night with the Princess. Please make yourself at home once you’re up. Also don’t worry about the mess, I’ll clean up later.
Love, Anon*
>Thankfully he already had, so you woke up feeling fresh
>Stretching out your limbs and rubbing the sleep from your eyes you utilise the grand size of Nonny’s bed by trotting a few laps around it to warm up
>Jumping from the bed you look about for a source of time
>There was a small alarm clock on Shears bedside table
>Which by the way, soooo big! Why would it be the size of a small table? Do minotaur sized creatures really need /that/ much room?
>Shaking your head you take to the air and land on the bedside table, next to the clock
>Looks like lunch is just about to start
>Sheesh, you really did wake up early today!
>Oh! Nonny’s present!
>Rushing up to the draws you stop yourself before opening them
>If it was clothes, which it had to be, you were most certainly having a shower first
>You lift a foreleg and sniff
>Your nose crinkles up and you pull your head back
>Ew, you really smell sour
>Yep, shower time
>Actually you should do your exercises first
>More actually you have to answer nature's call
>Which was made slightly awkward by the huge sized toilet, but none the less you manage
>Exercise time!
>Out of the bathroom you drop to an open place on the floor; a task made easy by the excessive space
>You fold out your wings and press them to the floor
>With some effort you lift your body from the ground
>You repeat the motion another fifty times, by the end of it you’re sweating and panting
>But damn! Your wings were certainly getting stronger
>However, right now they’re feeling pretty beat
>But the rest of you was still good to go
>With that you continue with your routine
>Fifty sit-up and twenty push-ups
>Like most Pegasi your weakness lied in your leg and hoof strength
>The lighter bones didn’t help either

>>27755529
>Exhausted, you shamble to the shower, a damp patch of sweat on the floor in the wake of you exercise
>To your disappointment you find that the water system here was better than the one in your apartment block
>But no matter, it was warm and it got the job done, besides you'd rather use your bath when at home
>After laborious coat drying you rush out to finally get Anon’s present
>Pushing your hoof against the little hoof print button you release the draws from the wall
>Smoothly they extend down and out
>In the lowest, and easiest to access segment is a box with your name poorly scrawled in the corner
>All wrapped up and just for you
>Tearing the wrapping apart with reckless abandon you pull forth your prize
>Luna’s. Fat. Flanks!
>How did Nonny manage to score this!?
>It was a dress of such immaculate design! It was beautiful
>Sleek and smooth, it was black with deep purple shining along the edges
>A few twinkling star like dots flashed along the dresses natural contours
>It had a lace chest, studded with diamonds, which also ran up the neck to form a little collar
>You’d never owned such a fine garment; you’d be the star of Canterlot in this!
>As you push your leathery wings through the near invisible back holes, the tips on the end of each wing catch a small hook, pulling out a thin decorative silver wire lace studded with small emeralds, sapphires and rubies
>The lace fit tightly against your outer wing bone
>Rushing back to the bathroom you look yourself up and down in the massive mirror
>A quick twirl around and you were satisfied
>Thank you soooo much for breaking out of prisons Nonny!!
>You loved that stupid human
>Although did it make your rump look bigger?
>No, the mirror adds ten pounds is all
>You strip off the dress, neatly fold it up and put it back in the dresser draws
>After a quick gussy up in the mirror, today you decide to pull your mane back into dual puffy pigtails, you trot out of the room and towards the guard lounge

>>27755570
I cut it here

Jailbreak!

p10

>>27755580
Based.

Can't wait for more!

>Be Anon in a cell
>Freaky ponies made of glass or something locked you up for being an "Illegal alien"
>You still don't know where this place is
>There's a new one here today who isn't made of glass
>This one is just bright pink with a horn and wings
>"Hi Anon!"
>You can tell already this won't end well.

>>27759478
>Oh hey, a crystal pone inmate
"What's your name?"
>"Crystal."
>Real fucking imaginative, that
"What are you in for?"
>"Being shiny outside of a designated shiny area."
"They have designated shiny areas?"
>"Pretty much anywhere inside the Crystal Empire."
"Why are you being shiny so far from home?"
>"I can't help but be shiny."
"So it's a racial issue?"
>"They built a wall to keep us in, hoping to make Equestria great again."
"How'd you get over it?"
>"It was a freak accident. We had a storm of trampolines, so I bounced."
"Fo sho, dawg."
>"Excuse me?"
"N-Never mind."
>A guard comes into the cell to give you both your pudding cups
>Her eyes land upon the crystal pone, dropping the cups and her jaw
>"Soooo shiny~"
>You wave your hand in front of her eyes
"What the hell?"
>"Oh, that happens when normal ponies look at us. Ponies like shiny things."
>The cell door is wide open
"You wanna make a break for it?"
>"B-But that would be wrong!"
"You know what they say, two wrongs make a right!"
>"Two wrongs DON'T make a right!"
"And three rights make a left! Let's book it!"
>You grab the tiny shiny whiny pony and run through the prison halls
>The guards try to stop you but like chickens staring at the rain, they skid to a halt upon gazing at the crystal pony
>Out the gates, you're home free
>I guess diamonds really are a man's best friend~

>>27759800
>*PAFF*
>"ANONYMOUS!"
>Oh shit, it's Celestia and Luna and the elements and a whole squadron of royal guards!
>Immediately the weak minded guards drop their weapons and start chanting "shiny"
>"Look away, little ponies! Do not be drawn in by the shininess of thy crystal neighbor!"
>"ONLY I MAY BE THE SHINIEST IN EQUESTRIA!"
>Fuck you, racist sun horse
>Celestia is charging up a spell to banish your ass to the sun
>The light coming from her horn reflects off of the crystal pone in your arms and blinds them all
>"Mine eyes!"
>"So gloriously incandescent..."
"Sayonara, suckers!"
>And you ran, you ran so far away
>Got all the way to the Crystal Empire
"FREEDOM!"
>The ponies there welcome back their friend with open arms
>You on the other hand, are surrounded by a number of spears
>"Creature, you are under arrest for not being shiny in the designated shiny area!"
"Fug."
>And so renewed the incarceration of one Anonymous Poster VI

>>27759800
Disco pone in pone prison when?

>>27759820
>"Guards! The prisoner is escaping from her cell! Somebody stop that madmare!"
>Disco pone slides into the prison cafeteria
>All eyes are on her
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LaTGrV58wec
>"EVERYPONY DANCE NOW!"
>Dun
>Dun
>DUNDUNDUN
>"FEEL THE MUSIC!"
>It's chaos, ponies dancing everywhere
>Shit like this is the reason qhy nothing ever gets done in this prison

>>27758017
very based

>>27759800
>a storm of trampolines, so I bounced
Kek

I'm in the process of writing more, but I got caught up in 27760093 for almost an hour.

I don't know when there'll be more for sure, but soon. I know I'm lazy as hell when it comes to writing, I'm sorry.

>>27761708

Correction:
>>27760093

>>27761708
its okay mate, we'll wait

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>>27761708
God I hate you for share this
I've done nothing but go around rocks for 20 minutes

>"Goodbye, Anon! Your sentence is over, you're free to go!"

>>27763720
But what about my hare- I mean, what about my herd?

>>27763752
>"You're free to stay in prison with them, but only if someone posts green within the next 24 hours."

Fuck, I guess this is it. It's been fun, gentlemen.

>>27764650
Later, anon.

>>27755570
Where the people at? Have a little green

>No ponies in here
>Your shift won’t start for another few hours so you pull out the one piece of casual clothing you have kept here
>It’s a black and gold beanie with a Flaming lightning bolt symbol
>The beany had been your fathers, the symbol had been the logo of an old, and since disbanded, Wingball team he’d gone for
>It fit snuggly on your head
>It had been you next intent to grab some breakfast at the Cafeteria, until you checked the lounge fridge
>Sandwiches, sandwiches everywhere!
>They were accompanied with a note from Cookies
*This counts right?*
>Seven sandwiches at once over one a day?
>Grabbing a quill from the bench you scrawl a reply
>*I guess*
>Faster than you thought possible of yourself two of the sandwiches disappear down your gullet
>You were actually quite ravenous and the only thing that could satisfy you more would be if Nonny were here to rub your belly
>But judging from his interruption in your dream earlier he was stuck with those nerdy science ponies
>So then what should you do?
>It had been a while since you’d woken up this early
>Oh! You can use the time to go to the Games club! You use to love playing with Gale, but they moved the Clubs time slot to one earlier than your wake up time
>Gale will be happy to see you again, and you’ll be happy to whoop her tiny butt up and down the game boards again
>To save yourself some travel time you take to the air and fly out the window
>You emerge onto the grounds and soar to the Recreation centre
>Arriving just as the group splits apart your sense enhanced bat eyes pick up the tiny breezie drifting around on the gentle air currents left in their stead

>>27766281
>You drastically weaken your flap strength as you approach, being sure not to blast her away with a stray wind
>”Gale! It’s been so long! How are you? I swear I thought your prison sentence was almost over?”
>The little dragonfly sized pony swirls around to face you, her miniscule muzzle widening into a grin matching the vigour of a regular sized creature
“Silver! Is that ye? You’re gosh darn right it’s been a long time!”
>She glides beside your ear to making it easier to hear what she was saying
“Ahn ah’m doin’ just fine, ahn ye are right. Ah was s’pose to be let out yesterday but ah bit a stallion’s ear. That’ll learn him for cutting in front of meh!”
>You frown at her
>”You shouldn’t be breaking rules Gale, remember I am a guard”
“Aye, thaht ye are, but ah seem to recall somepony who’d happily, if not gleefully play in our more, suspect, games every time she came to visit”
>”Hey shut up about that in the open”
“No one can hear meh but ye Silver, ah’m talkin’ directly into your ear”
>Oh yeah, she was really small
“Ahn actually, ah’ve got one such game set up today if ye’d like to join”
>You grin
>”I really shouldn’t…”
>Gale flits out from your ear back in front of your eyes and smiles back at you
>”…But there’s no way I can resist you”
>Gale begins to whoop and cheer
“Let’s get to it then!”


Make more people

Unicorns did 9/11

Bump I suppose. Work is hell, and Bush is the devil

>>27767735
Truer words haven't been said.

I was bored so I did a thing
https://gifsound.com/?gif=i.imgur.com/2EPUTwV.jpg&v=I_izvAbhExY

Brump

bump from 9

We need some new content.
>Actual criminal Anon in Equestria

>>27767735
How dare you! Bush is a fine thing that I would definitely plant my face in a lush field of.

On a related note, why all this talk of chest fluff and no crotch fluff love?

How about we let this die for a week or so? We don't have enough content to justify frequent threads.
Keep an eye out in the catalog.

>>27754619

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>>27774560
Yeah, I'm not sure what happened but everyone's gone, if no other writefags post green I'm fine letting it die and rest for a while. If it never resurrects I'll probably keep posting in the AiE general

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I guess this ship has finally meet the costing point. Friends its been an honor to be in this thread.

>>27775301
>Ship
Operating a water vehicle without a license?
It's off to jail for you.

>>27775258
You're all welcome to come to AiE
Crosspost more

>you are anonymous
>you are presented with two skelepones
>there are equally adorable
>but also spooky
>suddenly you hear a shout behind you
>a shambling pony approaches
"You! Off to prison with ye! You are not spooky enough for this land!"
>"but whyyyyyy"
Immediately after waking up to go to work bump.

I'm going to try and write some more soon

Wasn't Mythd posting their story earlier and consistently? Or did that finish without me noticing?

>>27776472

Dunno frienderooni. It did end. And on a golden note too.

I have to reread my green, so I can better expand on it. I'll probably write tonight, considering I have tomorrow off for Canada day.

Please keep it alive until then. Hell, even short prompts work.

I'll work with something

Hold on

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>be car lot Anonymous.
>Be selling cars to the pones
>they're really just cardboard boxes poorly painted to look like cars
>everywhere ponies walk around with their boxes saying 'vroom vroom'
>with your ingenious Sales tactics, you have become rich!
>rich enough to buy a specialty made pair of boxers from Rararara


THE NEXT DAY

>news of your new boxers have spread like wild fire.
>ponies admire them
>you balls no longer get stuck to your thigh
>and they feel amazing
>you decide to jog home today from the car lot
>suddenly red and blue lights illuminate the darkened street.
"WEEWOOWEEWOOWEEWOO"
"pull over!"
>coming to a halt from your jog, a couple of adorable ponice in a black and white cardboard box stop just behind you.
>they both barely fit in the box.
>your heart is hurting

"Do you know how fast you were going, sir?"
>"what are you talking about?"
"This is a 15 zone! You were going 40 over the limit!"
>is this Pone srs?
>"but officer, I'm not even driving! I'm walking!"
"Lies! Every pony knows you're in boxers right now!"
"Come wit us, or else we will use force!"


>today was a bad day
>they made you get into the box with them
>but first they made you take off your new pair of very expensive boxers and leave them on the side of the road
>now they're sitting in the ponice impound lot
>and you're awkwardly shuffling in a very cramped ponice box towards prison

>just another day for speed demon anonymous.

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>>27778529
I admire how far you went for that one joke.

Alright I was in the first of these threads. Any of the rules changed?

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>>27778926
Not a whole lot really. Anything goes.

>you are warden anonymous
>you run the finest prison in the country
>you are queen Luna's shining star
>your prison holds the toughest of the tough.
>the cruelest of the cruel
>the hardest of the har- scratch that.

>your glorious Queen, Luna, granted you the duty of head warden.
>you oversee all the prisons in equestria.
>but Ponesbroke prison will always be yours.
>you were appointed this position after the solar/lunar war ended.
>you were referred as a hero to some, a war criminal to others.
>but as Luna's right hand... err.. hoof, you had an obligation.

>you were known as the "Beast of the Moon"
>you strode through the water noodles, water bombs, and pies of the solar army as though it were nothing
>you put down any insurrection.
>you were called cruel.
>your soldiers feared you
>they said your unethical treatment of war prisoners and the enemy forces was monstrous
>you say a good spanking wasn't enough.

>you survived being poisoned.
>ponies of the lunar empire wept in the streets when they heard you fell to poison
>then jumped for joy when you exited the washroom
>got the laxative out of your body
>that was a shitty experience.

>but even through all of that, you were never afraid
>not when you plowed through enemy forces
>not when you had water balloon mortars whistling around you
>but now... your afraid
>even you are not immune to baser human instinct
>you have never felt this scared since you arrived here
>if it weren't for...

"Well anon? Do you want to go out to dinner with me?"


To be continued?

>>27779198
Yes please.

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>>27779198
yes more please

>>27776472
Is Mythd even here anymore?

>>27778529
>>27778588
I don't get it.

Sorry guys. I'm at work. Very hard to actually write

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>>27779198


>if it weren't for Cookies here.
>now, back on earth, you weren't a wimp either.
>but you also weren't accustomed to girls
>especially one so forward
>which hits harder here in pony land, where they're all so reserved, complimenting on one's hair makes them blush furiously
>this is the only th-
"Anon? You okay?"
>"Oh uhm, yea. S-sorry Overwatch Cookies"
"Heehe" she giggles. Oh god it's so cute
"It's fine anon! Anyways, why don't you come to dinner with me tonight?"
>"Oh well, you see Cookies uhm"
Her ears slightly drop and her smile slowly dissappears.
>Oh god, that look is heartbreaking.
>"Oh alright, you win" You concede
>"what time do you want to go?"
"Oh anonymous! Thank you! How does 6 pm sound?"
>"it sounds good! Now, I gotta go and get ready! Kthxbai!"
>you shove her out of your office, pushing her rump and she slides out. You can't even see her face, but you can just FEEL the scrunch.
>you slam the door and lean against it
>"Oh by my queen. That was stressful. Well, I guess it's time to break out ol' faithful."
>stride over to your armoire, you fling the doors open revealing your old dashing suit and question mark mask
>"Well, guess it's time to turn up the charm!"

I'll wrote more later. Work is taking forever.

If yall let this die before I get home, I will be really annoyed at yoi

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In the name of the Man Emperor of Man-kind I bump this thread!

>>27781298

OK taking a shot at this.

>You are Anonymous
>And currrently you're in pony "prison"
>You've been sentenced to a full two-weeks
>Your crime?
>Returning a book to late to purple magic
>That Mare really took her job seriously
>The first night was quite interesting
>The guards led you to a cell and asked you to step inside
>Doing so you noticed the room was more like a five-star hotel than a true cell
>A large bed (brought in just for you as a pony sized bed would not be enough) along with a very comfy looking chair(Also brought in just for you)
>Several books line the wall
>A "sorry you had to go to prison" gift from purple-smart
>A few days later in the yard two thuggish looking stallions approach you
>"Well would ya look at dis" one comments. He is a brown earth pony with a purple mane
>"hehe ya" his partner replies "Looks like he needs protection"
>His partner is also an earth pony with a grey coat and green mane.
>They are quite large for ponies but compared to you? They barely come up to your hips
>"So heres the deal" The brown stallion begins "You give us your puddin' cups and nuffin bad happens"
>The grey stallion is doing his best to give you what you assume is an intimidating glare.
>You had heard pudding cups were traded here like cigarettes back on earth and an idea quickly forms.

>>27782044
"Here is my counter proposal"
>Reaching forward you quickly grab an ear on either stallion and begin to viciously twist
"You two dolts work for me and together we take over the entire black market of this...Prison."
>they are both crying loudly in pain and several guards are on the way
>Giving another twist you look down at them waiting for an answer
>The grey stallion is the first to respond.
>"Dah OK OK Boss! We'll work for ya!"
>The brown pony quickly nods and with this you release their ears
"Good, now what are your names?
>The brown stallion grins "My name is Bebop and dis here is Rocksteady!"
>The grey stallion, Rocksteady nods and you take a moment to wonder at the twisted humor of the universe.
>The guards finally arrive and all glare at you in the way only a cute technicolor horse can
>They take a moment to ask Bebop and Rocksteady what was going on.
>They respond that they both stepped on sharp rocks, at the same time, and cried out, at the same time.
>Even the dumbest guard on earth would not have bought that, but here?
>The guards buy it hook,line and sinker.
>After the guards leave you motion for your two new hench-ponies to move closer and begin discussing your plans.

Continue?

>>27782048
I dunno. We're so overflowing with content that I don't think this thread can support another writefag.
Go for it.

>>27780377

>you are Cookies
>and you are so excited!
>you bounce and wiggle your legs in the air
>stallions were always so afraid of a mare that could take command
>but that heeyuman...
>he certainly was something else
>and your persistence paid off!
>HA! shows the other guardsmares what they know!
>you have got yourself a date!
>speaking of, gotta get ready!

>you are anonymous
>and you have no idea what tie you should wear!

Well, what tie should wear everyone?

Striped, plaid, checkered or a solid color? Dubs decide

>>27782048

>You and your two hench-ponies set to work and all is well
>though you did earn another week in prison for setting a whoopie cushion on the Warden's seat
>The laughter of your fellow inmates more than makes up for it.
>Eventually you do run into a problem
>Well five problems to be exact.
>As a new group of prisoners are brought in Bebop leans over and motions to a Brown stallion leading four dark green ones
>"We gotta watch out for dem boss" he cautions
>You raise an eyebrow. So far no one had been able to stand up to Bebop or Rocksteady let alone you
>after a few moments the earth pony continues
>"I here dey are in here for ordering 500 pizzas to Canterlot castle.
>"Why would they prank royalty?" you asked, curiosity aroused
>"Cause Blueblood slapped the plot of a friend of theirs. Some red maned mare that is also a journalist"
>You nod and continue to watch but deep in your gut you get the feeling.
>These guys will be trouble.

>>27782176
Checkered

>>27782176
>>27782272
What do I get for double dubs?

>>27782281
You get to choose the color!

>>27782426
plaid, that is a color right?

though you should have said trips cause every post for like the past 3 hour had dubs.

>>27782470
You're right.
Post ending in trips, or 66 gets to choose tie style and color!

>>27782500
wait just check its like 8+ days of constant dubs...
though I still want checkered plaid

>>27782523
That's not how dubs work anon.
You read them from right to left.
Example, 2779001 is NOT DUBS
2779011 IS dubs
2770011 is triple dubs, because you have an unbroken chain of dubs

End of autism rant

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So... im kind of down because I lost my job in the first day, my boss fired me and shit...
And my drawfriend did this which was from that lewd one shot I made long ago. dis one: http://pastebin.com/C9JkeZP0
So thats a thing

>>27782610
Ouch. What did you do, take a shit on the counter?

>>27782610
Fuck man. I'm sorry to hear that

>>27782597
huh...

>>27782696
You fucking newfag fuck you
>>27782470
Fuck you you fucking fuck

>>27780769
Then post your green motherfucker.

>>27782176
Solid, because tradition.

>>27782676
My boss didnt seen me with material for my job and... that.

>>27782176


>well, may as well go with the classic!
>the ol black tie never let you down before!
>then again, you never really went on a date before
>but first you gotta -

"WARDEN ANONYMOUS!"
>"Holy flank steak! WHAT?!" You shout as you door flies off its hinges
>a very frazzled and panicked Blue Moon, one of your higher guards is at the door
"Sir! There's a riot! Ponies all over the prison are going nuts! They glitter bombed Striped Suit!"
>"you're kidding me! And tonight of all times?! Where's cookies?!"
"She... well, she's..."


Okay. Trips, or 34 decides how cookies doing. Is she okay, has she been taken hostage?

Quads gets to decide who took her hostage if that's your choice

>>27783118
caught in the explosion radius of the initial explosion, covered head to hoof in glitter.
Nothing gets that shit out. RIP Cookies. F

bump from 9

>>27782207
Is good

>>27783118
She's ok

>>27782500
Tie style and color: whatever the Equestrian version of the nazi flag is.

>>27785202
REROLL

>>27783118
She's in a coma. When Anon arrives at the infirmary he meets her ex, Evilrichnigga (not his/her actual name): they're rich and evil but probably had nothing to do with the riot.

But then Anon finds out that they did have something to do with the riot and they take Cookies hostage and Anon must fight his way throug rioting inmates and henchponies before Evilrichnigga can reach the roof and escape via helicopter (or whatever they use in Equestria).

>>27785302
REROLL

>>27782048
Anon is The Shredder?

I'll try to write some more today. Just super distracted is all. It's Canada day

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>>27783118


>...
...
>..."SHE'S WHAT?!?!"
The guard cowers, frightened by your shouting
"She was at ground zero of the glitter bombing sir!"
>"and where is she now, Blue Moon."
"She... she's trapped in the riot with a few other guards... we can't get through..."
>"alright alright. It's time for me to get out there then... Blue, on me. Just give me a moment though."
"YES SIR!" He salutes you
You'll never understand how ponies can vend like that.

A few minutes later

>you emerge from your office.
>you are now clad in your armor.
>the one you wore on the battle field.
>Mail of the Lunar Guardian
>you just had a gut feeling deep inside.
>"Blue Moon. I want you on me. Lead me to this mess"
"Sir, yes sir!"

>Blue Moon leads you to the courtyard. Things are far worse than you expected.
>in fact, you're caught off guard
>this riot is brutal
>this is more than you expected
>ponies are actually hitting each other
>but no time for that. You have a Cookies to save!

>"FOR THE LUNAR KNIGHTS!" You shout as you charge towards the fray
>inmates turn to face you
>a look of fury and malice in their eyes
>something you have never seen
>something seems wrong
>but you can't stop
>because if the danger here is real
>Cookies herself, may actually be in danger.
>you have your last glimpse of her and her team, just before you plow into the swarm of inmates

Page 10 bump

Bomp

>>27789783
You've done good this day

>sent to prison for being ded

>>27788499
Ghost incest is the best put your ghost sister to the test.

>>27793190
too cute

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>>27789783

>once you impact the throng of inmates, you are immediately grateful for your armor
>the ponies kick and bite away at your armor
>the blessing from Luna absorbs the magic energy thrown at you, occasionally shooting out bursts of magic around you
>those are the moments that let you close the gap between you and your potential date
>date
>that alone makes you fight on
>for someone you never knew you cared so much for
>until now.
>"COOKIES! CAN YOU HEAR ME?!" You shout into the mass of fighting bodies
"we are over here!" You faintly hear her shout above the din and the chaos
>you push harder, throwing prisoners to the side
>behind you, there is a trail of prisoners, on the ground crying
>they may have become violent somehow
>but your human strength is still enough to hurt them and break their spirit


>you finally break through into the circle
>the ground is held fast by cookies and her team
>she's wearing what used to be a really nice dress
>sadly, it is now in tatters.
>you run up and give her a hug
>you can feel her cheeks burning through your armor
>"Oh Luna, I'm so glad your okay cookies! Are you hurt?"
"I've got a couple scrapes, but you know I'm tougher than that"
"Warden!" One of your minotaur guards approaches "we have wounded, and our magic users can barely hold the barrier! Please advise!"

>you stand up and crack your knuckles
>" what we do is simple. We hold our ground and fight back. Protect the wounded."
"YES SIR! " The guards salute you and prepare themselves.
>you look out to the throng of screaming creatures
>there's something wrong
>they're wild eyed
>and they look different
>you can't put your finger on how though
>and until now, you never noticed, but you can feel something in the air.
>whatever it is, the hair on the back of your neck stands up
>it almost feels like static.

>>27795185
Oh dear. Poor cookies

IL try to write soon. Just got off work. I'm just going to teach someone how to drive manual. Probably.

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Page 9 is not fine

>>27797286
Unless u do sik skids a manual car is a terrible thing

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Today was a good day.

>>27798477
I drive a lifted 96 toyota tacoma. With big tires. I forget the size right now. Gotta look again. I do a decent amount of Bush riding

>>27798708
What game is this and why am I seeing everyone on it?

>>27798769
Pony town.
Official, laggy, constantly DDOSed server at town.aggie.io
Unofficial /mlp/ server at It's a secret to everyone

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>>27795185
Please go full Doom Guy on those rioters!

>>27799392
Bump

>>27800401
Pump

>>27800986
A

>>27801012
C

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>>27799392
Yes.

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>>27802348

>>27799392
Go full broom guy, sweep those rioters away. (Or scare them with a vacuum)

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>>27795185

>you watch as the bubble around you and the group starts to fade.
>and so do the creatures beyond
>your small group is terrified.
>never have they seen something like this
>never have they seen, what you would dare to call, human nature.
>this isn't just some riot.
>something is truly wrong
>the shield wavers
>not even the cruelest or most evil creatures in this land would act like this
>you feel dread in the pit of your stomach
>crack form in the shield
>bits are chipping away, dissolving into the aether
>the hairs on your nape stand tall
>you have goosebumps
>the shield crumbles around your group
>the horde is upon you
>"Belinda! Do it now!" You shout to the group behind you
>the minotaur shaman obliges quickly
>a smaller shield Springs up around the group
>you remain outside.
>you no longer need it.
>you weapon is lost
>you have your fists.
>no problem
>you have one goal.
>keep her safe.
>protect Luna.


>giving a roar, you blaze through the enemy
>punch many out of your way
>you definitely broke some bones
>a few jaws
>maybe some legs
>you don't care
>they hurt Luna
>SHE hurt Luna

>behind you, your charge follows
>trying to keep up
>carrying the wounded through the throng
>you're almost to the keep doors
>an enemy leaps towards you
>you punch him in the throat
>you don't even look back

>you break through the door
>you let the group in
>more importantly...
>SHE is in.

>you turn to see yourself surrounded
>soldiers all around
>you don't hesitate
>you leap at the first one
>you beat him
>you don't stop
>not until...
"Ano-"
>You hear a voice
>you don't care
>you must protect your queen
>your love
"ANON! STOP PLEASE!"
>the shout rips you out of your rage
>your hands are bloody
>knees weak
>I hope this is mom's spaghetti

>>27804661
Spaghetti already

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I know there are new weitefags, but Zew pls, return to us!

>>27806648

I'm definitely not new. I've been here for quite a while now. Since the very first thread.

I just don't write much, hence the name "replacement green"

I'm a replacement for when there's no one writing

>>27806932
My mistake. New to me. Didn't read all of the pastebins. I'll just end my faggotry here, I guess.

>>27807455


Don't be so down. It wasn't until til recently my bin was added.

And I don't write much anyways. I'm only writing when no one else is

>>27807535
Perhaps "Emergency Green" is a more appropriate title then?

>>27806648
Or Physics, blu, Woi, Mythd, juggy, or any of the past and present writefags.

>>27807716
Okay. Give me a second to edit.

>Be officer Cookies and Cream.
>You’re investigation has lead you to the outskirts of whitetail woods.
>It may be way out of your jurisdiction, but you’re not here to arrest anyone.
>At least, you hope it won’t come down to it.
>The sun will probably set come a few hours, but you decide to push through or now.
>Time isn’t on your side.
>You’re not much of a detective or tracker but these prints you’re trialing seem to be fresh.
>Besides, camping out two nights trying to find your target caused your pudding supply to run dangerously low.
>Sure enough before it gets completely dark, you push through some thick shrubbery to find a crude wooden cabin with a stone chimney.
>Smoke wafts from the top signalling inhabitancy.
>You take a deep breath as you reach out and rap the door.
>After a few seconds you hear some fumbling around and the door swings wide open, revealing none other than Anonymous the hoo-man.
>you catch a grimace before his expression softens.
>”Well if it isn’t my old friend, Officer Cookies. To what do I owe this pleasure.” he strains with a faux smile.
>”I need-”
>He holds his claw out. ”Slow down there, Missy,” I don’t even know how I managed to do something wrong out here so I hope you have a warrant.”
>You scrunch your muzzle.
>“I’m not here to arrest you this time, Inm- Anonymous.”
>An eyebrow raises.
>“I know we’ve never really seen eye to eye, Anonymous, but...I … I need help. I need your help.”

No drawing to go with it this time, Only reason I have time to edit is because I strained my shoulder painting.

>>27804661
How the fuck did he get violent PTSD from a war fought with pies and water balloons?

>>27808203
>He looks pensive, as he tries to process what you’re saying but breaks out into a mocking laughter.
>You could bring him in for being rude, but you think you’ll let this one slide.
>Celestia help you if he tests your patience.
>”I, uhh... brought these as a peace offering.”
>He looks at you, unphased.
>From what you know, he isn’t easily persuaded with sweets like other ponies
>You’re still hoping your famous homemade cookies will win him over.
>If only you had a glass of milk to offer with them.
>To your surprise, Anonymous starts to salivate a little.
>”I’ll tell you what Officer.” He wipes some drool from his chin. “Since you’re such a cutie, you can come in and tell me what you want
>Yes!
>”but,” he barks. “as long as you’re in my domain,” He gestures to the inside of his home.
>”Earth… err human laws apply.”
>You pause. Maybe it wasn’t a great idea to leave your foam baton. You didn’t want him to be on edge.
>An emergency churro wouldn’t have stayed fresh either so you’re completely defenseless.
>What if he tries something or gets violent?
>Anonymous, looks expectantly at you waiting for some kind of response.
>”I don’t know what human laws are, but as long as you don’t get too close to me.” You toss the bag of cookies up at him, “Fine.”
>He snatches it out of the air and sticks his claw in, “You’ll get the hang of it, Officer.”
>Grabbing five out of the bag, he shoves them into his maw and walks inside.
>Glad to know he’s improved on his manners.

That's it for now, I'm very slow at editing.

>>27808207
Hooray, it's great so far, nice use of vocabulary, intreeging beginning, it's got the potential to be fantastic

>>27808207
Also your art is wonderful

>>27808234
>>27808333
Thanks!
Y-you too, Anon.

>>27808354
>compliment bump
And so gracious

>>27808207
loving this so far

>>27809841

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>>27804661

>"Anon! Stop, please!"
>You are Cookies
>and you're scared
>Anon was slapping that poor colt silly!
>you did the only thing you could think to do
>and call out to him
"What's wrong with him?" Says one of the guards behind you
>"I don't know, but somethings wrong"

>you are anonymous
>and the voice drags you back
>you see blood on your hands
>blood everywhere
>you are in a canyon
>desolate
>alone
>except for
>HER
>the canyon is barren
>the stream long since dried
>you turn to face the Mare you love
>and you collapse
>she's gone
>eyes hollow.
>you hear a whisper in your head
>"when the flame succumbs to the dark, life will follow suit, and all but your mind will remain"
>and all goes black

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>>27812205

>you are nervous
>you are panicking
>and you can't help but trot in place
>that must mean you're cookies!
>anon just collapsed after muttering something about the flame, and the abyss
>you don't even know
>all you know is that you've got an unconscious human on your hands
>as his second in command, you must take control of the situation
>you must maintain a degree of order until help arrives!
>Surely Queen Luna will come to our aid!
>"I'm in charge now! Help me lift anonymous up, we have to get him to a bed!"
"YES mam!" The guards around you say
>you all heave the human onto you and Blue Moons shoulder
>you're glad he's here to lend a hoof
>you carry him to the closest open cell and leave him on the bed

>"Moon, I want you to go with the other and hold the door. Keep our wounded and the inmates in here safe"
>he salutes and runs off
>you start to follow, but turn back to anon
>you give him a kiss on the head and whisper to him
>"please be safe. I'll be back soon"
>as you leave, you leave the door slightly ajar
>for now, you have to hold the main entrance
>Luna must be here soon
>the light from the sun is starting to fade
>Luna's night must be soon approaching

this was all just a quick prologue to my other story
anon alone. I hope you all enjoyed

>tfw you will never be the prison bitch
>you will never be bullied and raped by bunches of mares.

It hurts ;w;

>>27813399
Fuck me

>>27814589
maybe.

>>27812361
Oh my

>>27806648
yeah I went camping and didn't mention it soz. I wasn't sure what to write next anyway so I took a few games with us to see how they'd play out, the next update will likely involve some aspects of what went down with the most hated game of all

>You trail in behind him, making sure to wipe your hooves on his doormat.
>His “domain” surprisingly looks less grody inside as it did on the outside.
>First thing to invade your senses are strips of meat being smoked over the fireplace.
>The scent of burning animal and smoke is almost overpowering, but you hold your ground.
>As far as furniture goes, things seem relatively normal, albeit oversized.
>It couldn’t have been cheap to commission.
>The rug in the living area even looks Saddle Arabian.
>Some typical mundane items can be seen around too.
>He must go to a nearby village for necessities every now and then.
>A low pleasurable moan brings your attention back to Anonymous.
>Glad to know your homemade cookies can tempt even the most savage of ex-convicts.
>”Ohh yeah,” he says with a mouth full before swallowing. “Can I get you anything to drink? I have some hard apple cider among other things.”
>”Water’s fine.”
>Sitting on a large chair in his living area, you begin your tale.
>“As you know, the annual evaluation is coming up.”
>He nods as he swallows. “Yeah, last year was pretty damn funny. Ice?”
>You turn to glare at him to which he gives you an expectant grin.
>Cursing must be okay for humans.
>”Yes, please. I still don’t know how you managed to convince the Princesses your underground fighting ring was a knitting club.”
>”What can I say, fucking with ponies is my special talent,” He chuckles.
>You shift uncomfortably at his level three curse word.
>“A shame I don’t get ass tattoos like you guys do. I bet it’d look awesome,” he chuckles, setting the glass down on the coffee table, before chugging a glass of milk.

>>27814803
Sounds fun.

>>27814803
Dreidel?

>>27814868
>>27814868
>Stay strong, Cookies.
>Stay strong for the warden.
>”Man, did I make a shitload of money from that knitting clu-”
>”Anyways!” you raise your voice. “I need you to help me contain the prisoners for this next evaluation.”
>He crosses his arms smirks at you. "Why do you need my help? Miss rough and tough officer Cookies handed them fine before?" he grins.
>"This is partly your fault." You pout.
>"Is it now?"
>"You reunited all the gangs together, and they've stayed together. They've been causing so much trouble as a group that half the guard force ends up in tears by the end of the day. Several have even resigned."
>"Hey, I won’t take credit for that last part. Personally I always liked getting along with most of the guards to get special privileges."
>By Celesia, how could you let something like that slip by you?
>"Who’s the ballsy little fuck that replaced me as leader?"
>You’re starting to feel a little faint.
>"Th-they’re still separate gangs, they’re just... are all under a truce now, you strain, wiping sweat of your brow. ”Some of the leaders are hard to pinpoint but there are rumors that they all have very special strengths that they all play off of.”
>”Hmm.” He nurses the empty glass in his hands. “Well, Miss Officer, while I’m glad you’ve come to me for help, I doubt I know anyone still in there. They all get discharged after a few days.”
>Few days?
>You’re beyond flustered at this point but he either doesn’t notice or is pretending not to.
>”I... ” You take a deep breath in a futile attempt to relax. “I know but your abilities and influence with some of the ponies can still probably help, Anonymous.”
>His grin widens, ”I guess I did leave kind of an impression, didn’t I.”
>Impression is an understatement.

Another short update.

>>27814895
Lovely update
>>27814893
Call me culturally insensitive but it took me so long to recall what that was

I should probably get around to more writing eh?
I hope you all liked what I have so far!

>>27815039
Yes to both

>>27815039
>>27815202
This.

>>27808207
If you or anyone else needs help with editing or grammar I can help. I'm pretty good at the lingo when I'm sober

Hey people add me on snapchat if you want: p1llock

>>27808206
Nigger were you paying attention to the story?

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>>27812361
Why even fucking live?

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>>27816680

>Day pone in Anon prison
>Be pone
>Arrested by the human for ponying too hard
>You were 10 poni above the pon limit
>With a blood-ponie level of 0.6 % poniponi
>You have been incarcerated in the pit in Anon's backyard
>It's not very deep, but the sign says to stay in the hole
>You don't want to break the rules, so you stay in the hole
>Being poneguka is suffering

Well, I'm lost. I'm gone for a bit so I can figure out how to continue this. Sorry kidlets

>>27818598
Just feel it.

>>27818813
Spiritual stuff

>>27814895
>You take a sip of water to relax.
>”I’ve been finding more straws, rubber bands, and paper airplanes hidden under almost everypony’s beds. I think they’re planning something big.”
>”So you want me to come and knock some sense into him?”
>You tense up, not wanting to incite that level of violence.
>“Well. I… I told the warden about it and we kind of panicked and…” you say fiddling with your hooves.
>He leans forward in his chair, slight concern about his features.
>”W-we were backed into a corner, and we sent a letter to the Princesses saying they should work on evaluating the prisoners themselves, on a field trip. Where they wouldn’t have access to most of their contraband.”
>He looks as if he’s straining to hold back more laughter.
>”And now you’re... faced with the problem of keeping them from wandering off and causing trouble.”
>You nod “I ran immediately to try and get the letter back, but I was too late. They sent word back that it was a fantastic idea. So I packed up some essentials and tried to look for you. You’re not an easy guy to find, Anonymous.”
>”A chaperone then. Where are we headed?”
>You smile, taking that question as a confirmation.
>”Fallow woods, not far from the prison.”
>”Ahh a camping trip. Alright, I’ll help. But you owe me one.”
>You scan him skeptically. ”Deal. A-as long as it’s reasonable.”
>”I knew you would always come around, Officer. If I knew all it took was to be an outstanding citizen, I would have done it sooner.” He gets up and walks over, extending a claw to pet you.
>You glare at him.
>”Ohh right, sorry,” he grins. ”Anyways, It’ll be dark soon. We should make the trek back first thing in the morning.”

>>27819899
>A whole night with Anon alone in his room where human laws apply?
>You almost refuse until you hear a wolf’s howl in the distance causing you to clam up.
>”Okay!” you reply hastily.
>”Great, you go ahead take my bed. I’ll be fine here. No ifs and buts about it.”
>You certainly never thought you’d live to witness Anonymous of all ponies be so polite.
>Better not take it for granted.
>You lay down on his oversized bed only to find out it’s a bit more firm than what ponies are usually comfortable with.
>Draping your club sleeping roll over it for added softness, you curl up under his equally large thick blanket.
>All the while keeping your eyes on anonymous, expecting some kind of catch to come with his generosity.
>He seems content on laying back in his recliner, at least.
>Soon enough, he starts snoring softly despite sleeping mostly upright.
>You’ll never truly understand hoo-mans.
>The next morning you down the last of your pudding cups to bring up your energy.
>You didn’t sleep a wink.
>He quickly packs his necessities sunglasses, a canteen, two changes of clothes, a large sleeping bag, and a large amount of dried meat, filling up the rest of the bag.
>Stepping out, anon takes a key out of his pocket and shoves it in a lock, putting the security of your prison to shame.
>Must have had that custom made too, but you don’t really know why.
>Maybe he’s scared bears will come in and sleep in his bed?

>>27816293
Thanks onii-senpai. My editing kind of involves hating a large portion of my story and completely rewriting it though. Maybe in the future when everything is more fleshed out.

>>27818126
You ok Durnk, we aren't therapists so you don't have to say anything you don't want too.

>>27819905
>My editing kind of involves hating a large portion of my story and completely rewriting it though.

Now that I've typed that out, I notice I do that when painting too. Neat. Gotta erase your darlings for the sake of quality sometimes.

>>27819905
>Stepping out, anon takes a key out of his pocket and shoves it in a lock, putting the security of your prison to shame.
Audible keks were had.

We must have the same problem. I usually like to stay several pages ahead of where I'm posting so I can delete and rewrite large portions of the story. Also the imagery in your story is bloody ace

>>27820053
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>>27766300
>The game was being held in the back room as per usual
>Another pony, Fudge Pudge (it didn’t suit her skinny frame) was there and waiting, cloak on for tradition
>The tradition had arisen from the need to disguise one’s self in case the game was raided by the prison staff
>That need for secrecy died when a few of the guards, yourself obviously included, joined in on the action
>That action?
>Illegal gambling
>Gale and yourself don the cloaks
>From under the table you pull out several grey game boxes
>”So Gale, what do we have for curre-
>The slow creek of the door opening cuts you off
>Everypony’s hood goes up
>Silence permeates the room as the stranger moves about the dancing shadows
>Whether or not these activities were known to the guards didn’t change the fact most ponies dislike being associated with something illegal
>Shear creeps out from behind the curtain
>Your initial instinct is to scree happily but it was up to Gale as to whether or not a pony could join, so you hold your excitement in check
>Not that she’d ever reject another player
>Gale speaks to Shear
“Ahn what are ye doin’ here?”
>She looks around at the table, searching for Gale but only finding the game boxes
“Ah’ll ask ye again. What are ye doin’ here?”
>Shear slowly steps forward and answers
”Ahhh, I was just looking for the Games Club…”
>Her voice quavers slightly, the shady location must have her disturbed
>Gale’s tiny chest swells enormously as she prepares an exuberant, shouting, welcome
“Terrific! Ah was told we had another recruit, but ye’ve come in ah bit late, everypony's already split apart”
”So am I at the right place?”
“Indeed ye are. Ah’m Gale, head of the Games Club. Normally we meet up at the pool and everypony moves to their desired activity. As ah said ye were late, so ah’m guessin’ it was a little hard finding your way around”
>Despite the shady atmosphere Shear had started to relax from Gales informality

>>27821148
”Hehe, yeah, plus my tour of the prison was from The Warden, so apparently I don’t know half the things here”
“Another one. Mah tour was from The Warden, she’s nay too good at it but likes to give them to the more /special/ prisoners. If ye don’t mind me asking, what makes ye so special?”
”Oh, nothing really, I was just paired with the special inmate, he was a human”
“That one… He provides smooths winds for travel that’s for sure”
”If you don’t mind, what makes you special?”
>What doesn’t she- Oh yeah she can’t see Gale yet
“Sorry, ye can’t see me can ye?”
”Not quite”
>Gale drops down onto the table
”It’s nice to meet you Gale, I’m Krystal Shear, but everypony calls me Shear”
>Gale points her tiny hooves to you and Fudge Pudge
“Girls come on, stop hiding behind those hoods ahn say hello to our newest member”
>She looks back to Shear
“That is, if ye don’t want to go join the other activities Shear?”
”Its fine, I’ll stay here”
>She didn’t even know what was happening here did she?
“Good, good, take a seat”
>She sits at the last free seat
>Fudge Pudge pulls back her hood
“I’m Fudge Pudge, but if I can call you Shear you can just call me Puddy”
”Alright Puddy, It’s nice meet you”
>Shear looks over to you expectantly
>Your hood slips back
”Silver?”
>“Hey Shear”
“You’re in the games club? … Also you’re awake?”
>”Guards are technically in all clubs and Anon somehow got us into his bed really quick last night, so I was up early”
>Shear’s expression flashes with surprise
>Your cheeks flush up after realising what you’d just said
>Gale giggles in her tiny high pitched Scottish way
“Ahn aren’t ye a lucky one Silver? Ah only had meh wee cotton ball for companionship last night”
>She carries on laughing
>”Do you need an hour in time out Gale?”
>She shuts up immediately
>”So Shear this is a bit different to a normal game”
“How so?”

>>27821169
>”Gale you’re the leader you can tell her”
“Righto!”
>Gale begins her spiel, always eager to talk
“Shear, this hear is the gambling room, we pick a game at random, hence every box has had the cover removed, once the game’s chosen, depending on the type, we play a variety of rules to enable the betting of certain illicit sugars, aside from that the games are played as normal”
>Shear leans into the dingy lamp light
“This sounds like /illegal/ gambling girls, is that really okay?”
“Ah prefer to think of it as legal gambling, because we’re already in prison!”
>Shear’s head slowly begins nodding, deciding she liked Gales reasoning
“And what are these “illicit sugars” exactly?”
>Gale grins
“All you girls better listen up for this one. Ah’ve got a knew sugar in, experimental stuff! Ah had t’ call in some major favours t’ get this, it’s only been around for just over a week”
>Alright, this had you interested, all aspects of you, from guard to detective, even part time thug
>With all her might Gale hauls out three small shiny spheres
>A red one, a green one and a dark purple one
“Here girls, have a sample of today’s currency”
>She rolls the red one to Puddy, green to Shear and the purple to you
>Each of you apprehensively roll the mysterious sweet around
>It was hard
>You bite into it and are overcome by the amazing sweet and delicious flavour
>Your muzzle is /literally/ dripping with drool, as was Shear’s and Puddy’s
>”By Luna these are fantastic Gale! What are they called? When where they invented?”
“Aye, they came about just recently like ah said but ah’d say less invented, more discovered. The way ah heard apparently a bag of them fell on a Canterlot candy maker a few nights back after that magical disturbance, he learnt to duplicate them and named them Skittles”
>Shear smiles
“Skittles hmm? You know I think I will indeed join you girls”
>”It’s good to have you join Shear”

>>27821194
“Aye that it is, but lass, first ye gotta buy in”
>Shear’s muzzle sags in a disappointed sulk
“But I don’t have any money”
“Don’t be daft lass, none of us do, except Silver, just give us your pudding cup at dinner and you’re in the game with the equivalent value of Skittles”
>Wait what? That’s piqued your interest
>”Gale, how exactly can you convert between two sweets?”
“A complicated process of deliciousness comparison”
>”Then wouldn’t that make each sweet’s value subjective to yourself only, making your designed economy only viable in this exact situation?”
>Gale’s tiny face stares at you blankly before smiling and nodding
“Aye!”
>”…Let’s get to it then, Shear as the newest member you can pick the game”

>Be Kyrstal Shear, master gem enchantress and Wing/flight enthusiast
>Right now you were also Shear: illegal gambler, your morals thrown to the side in the hopes of acquiring more of those sweet, sweet skittles
>”I’m getting a good vibe from this box here”
>Your hoof directs everypony's attention to the flat unassuming box
>The box does nothing of any interest
“Righto, ah’ll ask ye to open it if ye wouldn’t mind”
>”Not at all Gale”
>You pull the box over to yourself while Silver clears the table
>Let’s see what you got!
>Lifting the lid you reveal the brightly colour game set of… Mare-opoly
>That can’t be right
>”Girls, I thought Mare-opoly was banned years ago. Wasn’t it responsible for the great friendship depression in Manehattan?”
>Gale strides to the centre of the table
“Aye! That it was, but when ah took control of the Gams Club ah found it behind the wall in the games closet”
>”What were you doing behind the wall?”
>Gale looks away as her hoof brushes shyly across the table
“Ah may ‘ave been pulled through a crack in the wall by a stray change in pressure, sucked meh right in like a vacuum”
>”And how’d you get the game out”

>>27821206
>Puddy smiles at you and pokes at her horn
“That was me”
>”So how do we play?” You ask of Gale
>Silver leans forward
“S-should we really play that one, I don’t want to stop being friends, girls”
“Ah’m sure it’ll be fine Silver, ahn Shear, there should be rules in the box”
>There were
>You quickly read through them
>The game seemed simple enough, no reason to end a friendship
>The inclusion of the gambling aspect arose through Gales additional rules
>First rule, everypony bet on who they thought would win, with additional bets taking place each time everypony had completed two laps, nor could you change your respective bets through the game, making it riskier to change who you were going for
>Rule two, if your character lands on an owned property you had to pay with Skittles
>Not exactly standard gambling
>The game commences
>And the first roadblock was reached
>Everypony wanted to be the Hay cart
>So much so that arguments broke out
>After a brief squabble it was decided the piece had to be ceremoniously destroyed to prevent its evil friendship destroying powers
>Fudge Pudge used her magic to modify the piece into a more brittle crystalline form which was stomped upon by each of you until it was a fine grey powder
>Said powder was disposed of by having Puddy teleport it as far underground as she could
>Celestia forbid some pony should discover the remains in a thousand years and let out an age anti-friendship
>Thankfully once the piece was gone nopony had overlapping interests
>Puddy ended up with a birthday cake, Silver had a mango, and you grabbed the saddle
>Gale ended up using herself as her game piece, however she did supplement her look with the sun hat piece
>With that first bets were placed; it was a minimum of 15 skittles for the initial round
>Naturally everypony bet on themselves

>>27821234
>You’d initially thought about betting on Silver and throwing the game halfway through to increase your own odds, but then after further consideration you realised the glory of winning and subsequent bragging rights were too much to resist
>Highest die role went first
>So the honour ended up going to Puddy, which put you last
>Her first move had her character on the Bit Tax, naturally sending her into a dark mood
>You exchange worried glances with Silver and Gale as Puddy complains about the unfairness
>Thus far this game was showing why it had been forbidden
>Gale moves next. She lands on and buys Apploosa
>Silver moves to and buys Manhattan Station
>It’s your turn. You get double fours and buy Everfree forest
>Apparently your allowed to role again
>Double threes
>You buy the Wonderbolts academy, role again and get a three
>Lucky horseshoe card
>*Advance to Canterlot, if unowned you may purchase*
>Which you do
>You toss the dice over to Puddy. Everypony was giving you the stink eye
>”I take it this means I’m winning?” you reply smugly to their frustration
>The game continues on, as does Puddy’s bad luck
>Low rolls, landing on bought squares, constantly going to jail
>Gale fared none better either, managing to buy only three properties before trading one for skittles to pay rent
>Silver and yourself were the only two to make it through happily
>The resentment from Puddy and Gale was intense, but for whatever reason both you and Silver manage to enjoy it, probably because you were thrashing them!
>Yet amongst the joy and skittles a part of your mind rebelled
>The game was evil; you could literally see it tearing your small group apart
>You weren’t even betting anymore, the game had become so much more than that, it was everything
>It’s not until Silver hits a run of bad luck, landing on several of your properties, losing her edge and cool to join the seething group of annoyed players, that things truly get out of hoof

>>27821253
>She was soon caught trying to sneak some bits out of the box with her wing
>Things fell apart immediately
>Your companions decide to relieve their stress and it all starts with Gale
>One of the die is grasped between her tiny hooves when it’s hurled across the board towards you
>It pings off your forelegs and flies away
“FUCK! THIS! GAME! I hate EVERYPONY!”
>It was at this point you expected Silver to reprimand her but the words had simply galvanised the two other ponies
>Silver’s hoof smashes down on the table sending pieces flying
>Her muzzle opens and lets out a frustrated “EEEEE”, before screeching out in rage
“DESTROY IT!”
>Puddy joins along
“BURN IT! BURN THEM ALL!”
>You’re unsure as to who’d done it but suddenly the table was flying, having been flipped in anger
>You had been winning and quite enjoying the game but the mob mentality was quickly taking over
>With it came that incessant voice, telling you of the games friendship destroying powers
>They were right
>”Puddy is correct we need to burn it!”
>The little group of ponies had whip themselves into an emotional frenzy and before anypony had time to process what was actually happening the combined efforts of a warmth spell from Puddy, a cotton ball from Gale, and a bit of blowing from Silver and yourself had the board and its pieces blazing away on the floor
>”Something as powerful as this game shouldn’t exist anyway”
>Solemn nods from everypony show the sentiment was a shared one
>The four of you watch as the game smoulders, anger, tension and hatred floating away like the charred ash of the board
>It was only after the heat of the moment dies down do you realise something
>”We don’t have a smoke detector and sprinkler system in here do we?”
>Sliver turns from the warm light to address you
“Don’t be daft Shear, of course we do. Why ask?”
>You give it a moment for her to comprehend
“Oh no”

>>27821265
*Bweep* *Bweep* *Bweep*
>A spray of foamy water rains down upon the four of you, with Gale having to take shelter under Silver’s wing
>The smouldering pile extinguishes and you’re all left drenched
>”You know now that I think about it this probably wasn’t the smartest thing”
>The water cuts off and magically drains away
>Silver suddenly becomes very serious
“Girls can we please never tell anypony, or /thing/ about this, I don’t want to lose my job”
>You all nod
>”I wouldn’t want anypony knowing what happened here, knowing what we discovered”
“Agreed”
>You wonder how Anon would have dealt with the game
>You shake yourself off, sending a spray of water in all directions then survey the soggy, burnt mess of the game
>Probably better than this

>Smash cut over to Anon
>You chuckle to yourself
“What’s so funny Anon?”
>”Nothing much Soft Cotton, I was just thinking about a game I use to play with friends”
“That’s nice”
>”Heh, yeah”
>What was truly nice was the feeling of relief at watching it burn with your friends all around
>Fuck monopoly

>Back to Shear
>Definitely better than this
>”Are we bad ponies?”
>Gale drifts over to your ear
“Nay lass, t’was the game, it’s evil, ah very much regret taking it from behind the wall”
>Puddy walks up
“Don’t say that Gale, it must have just been fate, the universe ordained you were to find it so it could finally be destroyed”
“Aye, ah like that idea”
>”I can’t believe we have to clean this all up, and here I thought I was done with mess after dealing with Maple Glaze”
>Silver gazes inquisitively
“What happened with Maple Glaze?”
>”I’ll tell you later”
>Leaning in closer you whisper “It’s not a proud moment”
“This wasn’t exactly either”
>Celestia it was not
>The clean-up didn’t take as long as you’d thought, all the water had either magically drain or evaporated, most of everything was already dry

>>27821280
>After all the stress of the game it was decided to split the Skittles equally between each other and call it a day
>That one game, as terrible as it was, had lasted a long time
>Probably adding to its terribleness
>Games Club had to be one of your strange experiences, but it certainly was a good one, you’d made two more friends!
>After disbanding, Silver and yourself travel back to your room, she wanted to tell you something important about anon, and show you a dress he gave her
>She’d also said something about a bunch of books with your name beside them in Anon’s draw so that meant another gift for you, so you were happy going back to rummage through Anon’s belongings
>The two of you slowly stalk the halls towards your room
>”So Silver, how’d you meet Anon?”
>She considers the question a moment
“Guard duty. He blew smoke in my face and made me take my clothes off”
>”...huh”
>Clearly there was a lot you miss out on during the night
>Well tonight you were staying up late, mainly due to the dance recital, but you’re determine to stay awake as long as Anon
>”Silver, you were going to the dance recital tonight with Anon weren’t you?”
“I can’t imagine why I wouldn’t be”
>”That’s nice”
>Part of you wholeheartedly disagreed with that
>It would mean what was essentially your first official date with Anon would be spent competing for affection with both Silver and Soft Cotton
>Reaching your room Silver pushes through first
>”So what exactly did you want to tell me that was so important?”

I need to find more time to write stuff

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>It's been quite a long day riling up the excitable marshmallows but even the mighty need some sleep
>As you perform your nightly rituals you think about all the fucked up things you've done in the past
>All the Confounding boops
>The Sanguine Snuggles
>The Malevolent Tummy Rubs
>Or at least that's what they tell you
>You've always found them to be quite a joy
>But it's time to slip out of your reverie and go to sleep in Prison provided bed
>You give a soft smile as you slip away to a peaceful slumber
>Eager to do it all again the next day.

I just didn't want it to be an empty bump, also nighty nights.

Wand where are you?

>>27820053
Thanks friend. Seems I got a little better at writing, by getting better at painting. Which in turn has helped me get better at painting.

>>27821307
You do.

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