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>"I TAKE THY LEAVE, MARE OF BOOKS!"
>Why was she doing this?
>"My minion and I bid the fairest of wells!" Mage grabs your collar by magical aura to bring you to her level.
>Whoa fuck! Magic's strong. You almost trip over yourself.
>That library mare is horrified. She's speechless and hiding behind the counter. The poor mare.
>Are thy scared?"
>"See minion!" Mage sways your body closer to the library mare with some sort of salute. Your face is literally two units of your preferred system of measurement.
>"This is the spoils war of our war. Whatever it may be!"
>The library mare was trembling behind her desk. You could see the fear in her eyes. Good grief, pony eyes are fucking adorable.
>Hmm...
"Boop."
>The library scrunches. Her fear practically.
>She boops you in return.
>"Boop." The library mare says sheepishly.
>"Hey!" Mage completely drops her façade.
"Boop." You boop her two.
>The library mare looks to you for another.
>Boop.
>"More please." Star pleads.
>Boop.
>The mare is booped once again.
>"Thanks, 'non!" Mage Star literally starts bouncing with joy.
>"Another."
>"M-Me too."
>You boop the two mares at once. Sending them into a frantic state.
>"More!" Mage leaps onto the desk with a thud.
>The librarian does the very same. Thump. The wooden counter bears another pony.
>These mares are going feral. They're begging for it.
>You come closer. Your hands brush past their manes. Filing though strains of soft, thin hairs.
>They coo to your gentle touch.
"Are you ready?"
>They meekly nod their heads in unison.
>Ever so gently, the pleasuring hand came closer to its target.
"Boop."
>An outside pony hears moans of pleasure and ecstasy. She puts her ears against the door.
>"Oh Celestia, yes!"
>"Do it again!"
>A light shade of crimson covers the mare's face.
>She figures that she should come back later.
>>27775155
...that was unexpected
more pls
>>27775155
This is surprisingly lewd.
>>27775601
Booping is my fetish.
Saftey bamps
>>27775155
"Ahhhh" A large groan comes out of your mouth.
>Two sleeping mares appear to clumped around you.
>You fell asleep? What happened?
>Did you? No.
>Just booping. Absolutely nothing sexual happened.
>Your fly is down though. Should zip it up.
>Nah.
>Getting up, you see that your boop fest with cuddling afterwards took about an hour and a half.
>Time well spent.
>"Anon." A tired voice echoes in the distance.
>Right on cue.
>Mage Star looked nice too.
>Her mane was no longer spiked, instead running alongside her face in strains. A bit messy, but you're not complaining. The coat makeup started to fade, so her palette showed more diversity. The only thing that stuck out was her "wings", they still black; like her contacts. The wings really are fake.
"Hey, Mage. Great time we had."
>A shade of red spreads across Mage's face. Cute.
>"It was hectic. I enjoyed myself though."
"Looked like it."
>"Yes..." Mage covers her face.
>1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 seconds of silence.
>"I think we should go."
"Yeah."
The passed out librarian comes into sight.
>"But, let's deal with her first." You point towards the sleeping pony.
>Step by silent step, the two of you creep your way to the sleeping librarian.
>A small moment is spent before scooping up the gentle mare lost in sleep.
>Cradling her up the stairs, a soft breath looms over your shoulder.
>You place her unto the bed with care. She smiles warmly.
>"So peaceful." Mage Star star whispers.
>You nod.
>The two odd couple that make Mage and you walk out in the open day.
>The sun shines brightly in the afternoon.
>You make sure to flip the "OPEN" sign to "CLOSED".
"Have a nice sleep." You say as the library starts to smaller in view.
>>27775155
>>27775909
Not now boner, pls
Bumpy
>>27778982
Y-you too.
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this kinda reminds me of the short lived general from a while ago. anon got teleported to equestria, but ended up being transformed into a maximum edge OC. only looked like one, but acted like anon.
>>27781255
Hopefully this thread isn't as short lived. My fucking slow ass is taking forever.
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>>27781787
kind of a shame that general faded. it was entertaining.
Bumping for writefag
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>>27781255
DIdn't those turn into the succubus threads eventually?
>The harsh cold from earlier was casted aside for a cool breeze.
>The sun shined overhead; lighting the ground below.
>You take a glance at Star trotting aside you. Her coat shimmers beautifully, each tuft of fur reflecting light.
>Mage turns to you, and smiles.
>To think, you were dreading the very existence of this pony.
>Well, dreading wasn't the right word. She was an annoyance. She acted like a crazy pony. You didn't like it.
>Thank heavens, you had empathy.
>She was just so invested in this character. You shouldn't be one to break one's creative expression.
>Even, if that creative expression is a bag full of razor blades stacked on ten albums of Lincoln Park.
>In fact, you could relate to getting invested into a role play character a little. Only a little.
>Most of time, you would play DND chaotically stupid. Hey, you couldn't help that the DM sucks cock.
>The DM always sucks cock.
>Anyways, you should make it up to her.
>Of course, nothing related to sucking cock.
>Maybe Subway.
>Celestia. Fuck!
"How about cock?"
>"What?"
>Shit.
"H-How about lunch? You say with the suave of the finest gentlemen.
>"Sure..."
>"What did you say before?" Mage is puzzled.
"Nothing."
>Great save, anon.
"Anyways, yes. Lunch. Have anything in mind?"
>"Yes."
"Where to?"
>"I have a place in mind!" Mage shouts excitedly.
>"Follow me! I memorised the directions!"
>Mage sprung into a bloody mad dash!
"Wait!" You shouted.
>She's already well ahead of you.
>This is unfair. These fucking ponies are fast.
>You would surely die before you catch.
>Curse these ponies and their horse ancestry.
Bumping with more aight black
>>27783501
>>sprung into a bloody mad dash
Careful using the word bloddy to describe edge pone actions
Bumping with edge
>>27785625
I'm surprised, I haven't bled out from writing this much edge pone.
>>27783501
>You were right.
>You're dead. You're laying on the ground dead. The effort to catch up killed you.
>Mage Star can bare without you. Your body is too weak to carry on.
>The very pony you died for is staring down at you.
>"Anon, what are you doing?" Shifting her head sideways, ears perked.
"I'm dead. Gone for."
>Mage rolls her eyes.
>"Come on. Get up." She holds out her hoof.
"But, I'm too tired."
>You catch a few concerned looks by ponies galloping nearby. Mage does her best to wave them off in her silly get up.
>You honestly felt childish for making such a scene, but your tiredness overcomes all shame.
"One more minute."
>Mage complies by waiting.
>"Done?"
"Yes. Let's go."
>From there, the two of you set off to our journey.
>It was only a few steps away.
>"We're here.
>Mage's desired location appears to be some shanty, medieval pub.
>Very authentic, you guess.
"You know, we could got here faster, if I rode you here."
>Mage's expression is a mix of shock and arousal.
>She remains silent, and nods towards the pub. "Elder Mare Tavern," the sign on the door said.
>Before the two of you go in, Mage stops you.
>"You didn't mean that riding thing, did you?"
"No. No. Of course not." You assure her.
>"It's okay. I mean, if you want. Maybe."
"I'll keep that in mind." This is starting to get lewd.
>"Actually, I think have an idea related to that."
Here is the pastebin.
>http://pastebin.com/x21zUhWp
I should start namefagging again, but I think that this thread is contained enough that I don't have to.
>>27783501
>>27785884
>anon just can't contain his spaghetti
I'm liking this story already.
Bumpeo
Eight.
B-bump...
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Bumperino
How would you draw an edgehorse out of her shell, /mlp/?
>>27790925
cuddles
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>>27790925
Her true appearance will come up soon. Meanwhile, I can come up with it, or someone else can.
>>27785884
"Avast thee and bow, bloody whelps!" Mage came burst through the tavern doors riding you on horseback.
>Tavern music blared in all directions. Ponies were either dancing, drinking, or a combination of both, if they weren't already out cold form drinking.
>"Your highness, steeds aren't welcome inside." A bearded mare shouted.
>Wait. Bearded mares?
>"Silence, commoner. Just a slave he is."
>What the hell is this place?
>"Alright, highness. Your table is number 6."
>Table numbers, that's quaint.
>The authenticity is questionable. Outside , the place looked fully medieval, but the inside was more modern. The feel was still there, but the new tables and novelty furniture ruined the immersion.
>Some ponies were even using silly straws.
>Neat.
>Still an okay place. Could be better.
>Or, what did you know. You're a horse.
>Steed. You meant steed.
>Fuck this.
>Why did you agree to this?
"Hey, can I get up?" You attempt to face Mage in your crawling position.
>"We get to the tables first. Now Trot."
>You "trotted", hand and leg crawling on the surprisingly smooth floors (guess, it was just painted to look old).
>When you two arrive at your table, Mage Star, or DARK Star, gets off you and takes a seat.
>Finally! That was degrading.
>Yet, you had an erection. Better hide it.
>You slump over to your seat. Your excited state eventually goes down.
"Okay, Mage."
>"Dark Star, mortal."
"Yeah, cut the act."
>She cuts it out.
>"Right. I guess." She belligerently switches back to normal.
"Okay, Mage. Tell me about this place."
>>27792196
Well fuck, the first line is Mage's by the way.
Bumpin
ow the edge
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>>27792196
>"The Elder Mare Tavern? Oh, I've going here for some time now."
>"I like the theme to it, feels homey. The ponies are nice and the service is good."
"What about when that 'mare' called you highness? You have a reputation here?"
>"Sorta."
>She pauses.
>"I don't know if I can say reputation. Well, I guess so. The hostess greets me every time, but that's it. Really, I'm just a regular who just sits here by herself. Alone."
"Alone?"
>"Yes, alone."
"Why?
>The music noticeably stopped some time ago. The two of your voices feel like the only sound.
>"You know how things go. When you get older, friends are harder to make. A sad truth, but I make due." Mage hid behind a mask of numbness.
>She was in pain. It's been too long for her.
>Her head tilts down, mane drooping- sadness is in her eyes.
>Gently your hand reaches out to brush her mane to the side, the other holds her chin up.
"You're not alone."
>The mare is awestruck. Burning orbs facing only you.
>No words. Just a smile.
>The hand you placed on her chin slowly pulls away. You still keep the other to playfully flick strands of the pitch black mane.
>A familiar silence takes place once again.
>A welcomed silence.
>*GROWL*
>"Uh, it really has been too long. Let's order something."
>"Indeed."
>>27798816
>tfw writefag isn't dead
>>27799321
It's a good feeling.
bump
>>27800199
>frogposting
Ban this faggotry.
>>27800953
Back to your shitjugs and trap porn, faggot.
>>27800966
but i dont do that
To slow down the bumpfest, let's get a discussion going.
What do you suppose causes edgyness among teenagers? Simple ignorance? Is it a rite of passage, or something else?
>>27801502
Their environment.
All teenagers are spoiled little shits, but go one day without their phone or mall privileges and they'll go full klebold/harris.
>>27801502
its pretty cool when youre 12
>>27801502
Pretty sure its the whole, trying to find people that have similair intrests and where you feel comfy with.
And we wait.
>>27801502
A whole lot of lack of self awareness and cultural relevance. Kids take up whatever they can keep busy with as a teen.
I'll be done with tonight's part soon. Writing in key dialogue.
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Alright, lads. Writefag here. The updates should be done by the morning- if you live in North America that is. Expect bigger parts and more poignant scenes. Meanwhile, please keep the thread alive. Discuss, do what ya loike, m8s.
>>27798816
>You scout for a waiter or something to wave over here.
>Where are they?
>YYou can't find them.
>Suddenly, a muzzle pokes out next to you.
>"Can't find any waitresses?"
"Yeah."
>"You see that mare in the tunic? In that mare's tunic, lays a specific insignia-a insignia baring the initials E.M.T- hidden under a crosssed stitch. Normally, a pony wouldn't see it, but there's a subtle circular bulge. Note: not a rectangular one. Just circular."
>.....
"Huh?"
>"I know, but it cuts back on costs. Most of the money is gained from the pub. Or,at least that's what I was told."
"Huh?"
>"I'll get a waitress over here."
>And, though as magic, a tunic clad mare came bouncing over here.
>"How may I take you order, Mage and Anon."
>How... how did she know my name?
>She nonchalantly asks Mage for her order.
"The regular, Mage?
"Yes." Mage replies.
>The waitress pony turns to you.
>"And, you, Anon?"
>You're still dumbstruck.
"How did you-"
>"-Know your name?"
>"I'm a physic, Anon. Oooooooo." The pony projects in a mocking tone.
"Really?"
"No, silly. Remember? The hotel? You fixed my door while we talked about floor tiles. I work here on and off when I'm not in the floor tiles business."
>Now, that you think about. You do remember the absurd conversation.
>Maybe Star wasn't that weird.
"I'm sorry. A bit rude to forget about you."
>"No problem! I forgive you."
Such a giddy pone.
>"So, your order?"
"Oh, uh?
You quickly grab the menu (conveniently on a stand for use with hooves), and skim thorugh it. There was avery impressive selection of English foods, and a bit of French. For time's sake, you ordered some scones and a coffee.
>"The food and drinks will be here in a bit."
>She disappears into the void of the tavern.
>A couple of second later, you hear the clatter of pots and pans.
>Must be the food.
>Back to Mage.
>If you were naiive, you would disregard Mage Star's sadness as a passive thing. It's clearly ingrained in her psyche. Don't have to a psychiatrist to tell.
>>27808438
>Talk to her. Say something.
>You turn to her.
>"Thank you, Anon. For being there for me."
>She had been planning the first move all along, waiting for the right cue to say it.
>"I feel like we have a special connection, the two of us."
"I feel the same way too. That bond, I feel it too. We share so much in common. It isn't only you, who is lonely. I get it too." You try putting on a chipper attitude, but really you felt like going into a passionate bawl.
>Better save it.
>"It's been a short amount of time we've had, but I feel safe with you, Anon."
>"This is the start of great friendship."
"I couldn't agree more."
>The waitress comes back carrying the food. To which, she sets on the table.
>"'ere you go lads, lasses, whatever." She circles eerily close to our faces.
"T-Thanks."
>'elcome!
>You sit there stone-faced.
>"Thes-se are some are rreally nice floors." You hear the odd mare repeat.
>She was a few steps away.
>The waitress is rubbing her face on the floor.
>The fuck?
>Anyways, back to Mage. Again.
>Across the table, she's enjoying sweet roll topped with jam. A tall, plant petal-like glass of milk beside her meal. She would take hold of a knife with magic to cut off individual pieces to eat. The sweet was rather large, so the act did seem out of place.
>Deciding to follow along, you took a scone and dipped into you coffee. The aromas of the baked good and the creamed coffee combined sent an almost nostalgic feeling, that reminded you of the cold winters at home. Not too odd. Equestria despite being vastly different than Earth, had the comfy ideals you knew.
>Your appetite certainly had came back. You guess, other things were on your mind.
>You look to Mage eating, a speck of cream on her cheek. Yes, other things were indeed on your mind.
>Time passed, and the food waned. Your scones were long gone, and you were on second refill of coffee.
>You sipped your drink slowly. Mage was already done.
>Might as well, talk to her again. You wanted to know.
Had to fit this in 3 posts
>>27808447
>Taking a sip of your smooth Equestrian coffee, you start the conversation.
"This is actually nice. Didn't expect it from a place like this."
>"I grew to love this place too. I had my doubts when I first entered place months ago."
"Now, I'm in your shoe-hooves."
>"You sure are, my pon-hooman friend."
"I thought that you didn't have friends." You grin.
>Her ears droop down.
>Fuck! You asshole, Anon!
>Suddenly, a lightning bolt of genius strikes Mage.
>"Well... Well, who would honestly be friends with a loser like you."
>Fuck yes! You got burned!
"A loser like you." You boop her muzzle.
>Mage scrunches her muzzle.
>You love it when she does that.
>"You're implying that I don't hang out with you out of pity, green giant."
>Green giant, eh? She's getting good.
"Whatever, Edgy Darkside of the Moon."
>"If you say so, pointless minion."
"Pointless minion? The only thing that's pointless, is your fake wings."
>"Will still fly higher than you ever will, Anon. Stick to the ground."
"With fake wings?" My race created flying devices."
>"Forget airships, Anon? Typical of a lowly horse that gets erections from being ridden."
"Uh..."
>She noticed that!
>Uh. Uhhhhh.
"Y-You too..."
Writefag here. I just uploaded some crap I had stored on my hard drive onto Pastebin, and they got more fucking hits in a couple minutes than my best one so far. Someone please explain this shit to me?
>>27809266
bots
>>27809266
Bots. As soon as something is on the 'latest pastebins' you'll get an effectively random amount of views.
>>27809404
>>27809490
Thanks. I'll stick to posting pastebins at night or ridiculous hours, like I did the first one.
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