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>>27816858
Anyone remember that green of Twilight trying to push Anon to read more juvenile books and being shocked at him reading Tolkien? Not sure if it was this general or its own thread, but I liked that one.
>>27816966
no, fuck off
Favorite comic hero from zebra lands.
>>27816966
>Book horse says "Read less"
>Anon in Equestria.
>Textbook breaks her leg.
>>27816980
>Anon is seen as a superhero by zebras.
>He's like wonder woman to them.
>Cute guy from far off place.
>Dresses sexily.
>Can kick your ass.
>Punting horses instead of neck snapping.
>Garden hose of truth.
>Anon was a contact sports player on earth(football, rugby, ect...) and decides to pick up a few equestrian sports, see how hey play.
>He still has some habits from earth, like patting a teammates shoulder in passing, and of course, the ass slap after a good game.
>Problem is, while he's playing in a colts league (or mixed), those actions are mare ones.
>Colts get confused and sometimes aroused by their teammate.
>>27817523
>Ball Polisher's days of "experimenting" in horsecollege are brought vividly to mind after a good game has Anon passing out ass-slaps.
>>27816967
Wow rude.
I'm working on the Gripes of Wrath, but, our thread waifu caught my heart. So, enjoy this totally unplanned oneshit that will probably turn into another fucking long saga. Fuck.
>Be Sea Shell
>You wiggle a little in your seat, the red vinyl making that squeeka-squeeka noise that you like so much
>Mmmm. How do they make vinyl?
>Isn't there a pony named vinyl? She's a DJ, right?
"Hmmm...."
>You notice your hips start to move-
>OH
>IT IS A ROTATING STOOL
>The Candy Bar is the BEST BAR
>You rotate your hips
>slowly moving to the right
>*thunk*
"Eeee~"
>Grinning wide, you heft your weight, now rotating to the left
>*thunk*
"Eeee~"
*squeeka squeeka squeeka-*
>*Pfff*
>Huh. You didn't make that noi-
>You inhale sharply and deeply as a blush forms across your muzzle
>Damnit SS, why are you such a ditz
>A colt - you can tell by the deep voice as he talks to the mare behind the counter - sits down RIGHT NEXT TO YOU
>DAMNIT
>You quickly twist your body so that you're facing the counter again, your hooves reaching for your lime-and-seltzer
>You sip it slowly, like a badflank mare
>Yeah. That's right. There's not even any ADDED SUGAR to this!
>Your lips pucker a bit, but hopefully he doesn't notice
>....
>Notice me!
>Nooottiiiccee Meeeeeeee-
>You are Anon
>And although SCC has some of the best confections out there
>They don't really have a large drink selection.
>Milkshakes, ice cream - sure, but. If you wanted something with some real fizz, or anything non-dairy, you had to look elsewhere
>That's why you're at The Chocolate Bar, an aptly named soda joint
>And judging by how much fun that mare at the counter is having, this is an excellent place to grab a drink.
>>27817685
It's just summer. Don't let it get to you.
>>27817818
>You sit down next to the girl, apparently surprising her
>Heh. That whole "moving silently" thing is both a blessing and a curse
>Though, the bell did chime
>And you did say hi to some ponies in the bar
>And to the greeter
>...and to the bartender-
>Ah well. To each their own
"Hey."
>"Well hello there, sir! Welcome to The Chocolate Bar. Are you looking for something smooth or fizzy?"
>You mull it over a bit
"Hm..fizzy. What are my options?"
>*sip*
>"Well, we've got lighter, fruity flavors, or some darker, richer ones. Do you want a sensation, or something to relax you - or pep you up?"
>*siiiiip*
>Hmm. Tons of choices - the bottles behind the mare remind you of an actual bar...
"Let's try something with a kick. Anything sour?"
>"I have some kumquat syrup-"
>You grin
"Yeah, let's go wi-"
>*siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip*
>You nod at the mare before slowly turning towards your bar-buddy
>She's looking up at you, holding her glass with both hooves, a sour expression on her face - even behind the loopy silly straw
"Uh... Hello?"
>You smile softly - no teeth, no need to spook
>"Gah! Hah... ahh...-"
>She heaves for a while, catching her breath, before looking at you with steely determination
>"I did it, ma!"
>You nod softly, giving her a little clap
>You are SS
>WHY WAS THAT THE FIRST THING YOU SAID
>WHY
>You wanted him to notice you
>And then you thought about all the things you've done in the past to get noticed
>Sure, you weren't... the favorite in your family growing up
>I mean, you got your cutie mark by messing around on the beach, for Celestia's sake
>It wasn't a Sextant like your oldest sister
>Or a tornado like your middle
>Or matching boxing-shoes, like those twins behind you
>. . . you tried hard, ok!
>And just cause you were thinking about all the stuff you've done to get noticed
>And to impress... anypony
>You let your mouth run
>And now YOU RUINED IT
>YOU JUST WANTED TO BE NO-oh hey, he's smiling>....shit what do you do now?!
>>27817818
>You notice your hips start to move-
>OH
>IT IS A ROTATING STOOL
>"Eeee~"
>*squeeka squeeka squeeka-*
I'm still working on her desigh and mane\tail style and yet she's already my new waifu. That was fast
>>27817888
Goddammit BNW, you write cute like nobody's business.
>>27817910
Our artists are also good at drawing cute too.
>>27817921
Awww, thanks. I thought that you haven't seen that one
>>27817888
>Ok ok ok you can do this
>You can do the thing
>Puffing out your tuft, you give him your winningest smile
"That had no sugar in it!"
>. . .
>Mentally you facehoof
>THAT IS WHAT YOU FOLLOW UP WITH
>WE ARE SUPPOSED TO NOT BE EATING OUR OWN HOOVES HERE
>"Well. That's certainly impressive - though, I wouldn't order that. Not to my tastes."
>O-oh. OK, he's - he's impressed!
"Y-yeah. I'm a toughie!"
>'toughie'?
>aaaaaaahhhhhhh
>He chuckles softly
>Oh that's a smooth voice
>"I don't doubt it. Do you want another?" His paw reaches out and stops his drink from sliding past him, pulling it from the bar rut to between his forehooves. Forepaws.
>...why are colts just so... effortlessly perfect?
>dangit now you're going to make it awkward because you don't know minotaur anatomy!
"I uh. Whats-"
>As he takes a sip of his drink, you point a hoof in his vague direction
>"I.. oh! This? Sure - here."
>He turns towards you and slides his drink forward, smacking his tongue against the roof of his mouth
>"It's got a kick, though, but-"
>...haaaaaaaaa he's sharing his drink with you?!?
>What are you doing right and how do you do this again?!
>You try to mouth out some words, but you can't
>This... this is just like one of your japonese-
>You are Anon
>And... maybe you've offended barbuddy horse?
>She just keeps looking at the end of your straw, blushing, and murmuring something
>... oh! Oh, right. Duh.
>You're so used to everything being perfect in this technicolor marshmallow planet that you forget things sometimes
>Like, yanno. Maybe ponies are ok with mouthing everything, but that might not extend to non-pone races
"A-ah, here, then. Just use your straw-"
>You reach over and pluck her super-silly straw out of her drink and plop it in yours
>"eeeeeeee-"
>Oh shit now she's just emitting a soft squeal and rotating in her seat again
>Fuck you don't know horse etiquette
>You start looking for the exits incase you need to bail
>SENPAI IS SHARING HIS DRINK WITH YOU
>AAAAAAAAAAA
Did I miss anything exciting while I was gone?Hello to the new writefriends! I'll be catching up on the last couple of threads once I'm done posting this.
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Last time: Moondancer turns Anon down for the second time after accidentally talking about her porn and the value of stallions in the workplace.
This time: I don't know. I'm making this story up as I go along.
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>You are Moondancer
>You have locked yourself in your room to mope and generally be useless.
>You feel awful.
>Not in the sense that you did something wrong and somebody's feelings got hurt, but awful in the sense that you.... just feel bad.
>Like, really REALLY bad.
>You've been laying on your bed since you woke up four hours ago and you really don't feel like doing anything else.
>You had brief thoughts of reading through your Dungeon Mare guide book for Ogres and Oubliettes, but decide not to.
>What's the point?
>There IS none; it's pointless.
>YOU'RE pointless.
>You're pretty hungry, but you're content to let your stomach eventually start eating itself.
>Maybe you'll lose a bit of weight, for once.
>Fat-flanks.
>........
>What is Anonymous' problem?
>Why does he keep finding you and talking to you?
>What does he want?
>They ALWAYS want something.
>Why else would anypony talk to you?
>Luna's Moon, YOU don't even want to talk to you.
>You're just thankful that your roommate doesn't care enough about you to do anything when you're in one of your moods.
>You're just fine with being alo-
>BANG
>"Moondancer!"
>Your door swings open and slams into the wall with a loud SLAM!
>Light pours in from the hallway lamps, blinding you.
>You're overcome with the urge to hiss, but you tuck your horseautism away at the last minute.
>"Moondancer, get up right now!"
>What's your roommate doing here?
"C-colgate?"
>>27817965
Whoops. Sorry, BNW, I didn't see you there. I'll post when you're done.
>>27817935
>AAAAAAAA
>Ok ok ok ok
>W E W L A S S
>You breathe in deeply, stopping your wiggling
>Time to MARE UP
>MARE UP and make him YOURS
>Seal that deal!
>Do the Dew!
>Shoot the Hooch!
>Boop the Snoot!
>At some point these psych-up phrases will work and you'll do the thing!
>...it's not working!
>You swallow hard and look up at him again
>He's looking around - probably for another, better mare
>...just like your mom said they wou-
>No
>Not again!
>You're wrong, ma!
"I'll show you!"
>You plant your hoof on the counter and lean forward, taking your straw in your mouth and giving it a good suck
>...you know, this could be lewd-
>You grin and look at the colt's face as you continue to suck out the air, the fluid rising around one look
>You give him the eyebrows
>he grins a foxy grin
>two loops
>Mmmm... Working the tongue along the straw, the fluid goes through it's third and final loop
>Work your tongue for the release - that's what colts like, right? Just lick the bottom an-
>Your mouth is now awash in sweet, fizzy goodness
>....until your brain realizes what flavor this is
>You have made a terrible mistake
>You are Anon
>And dangit, you fucked up
>Of course the barmare gives you a tall drink
>Of course, you didn't slide it far enough over
>Now this adorable mare, who you're trying to be nice to, has to lean herself over and fumble with the straw
>You give her your best "I'm so sorry" + "why can't we be friends" look
>She wiggles her eyebrows at you
>You smile
>At least she's taking it with grace
>Dangit. You can be really careless somet-
>*bof*
>Woah
>. . .
>"Ah...haab....nnhhaaa"
>...did her face break the sound barrier?!
>You've never seen a pony scrunch up that hard or fast before
>She looks like a fucking pug
"A-are... are you ok-"
>"heb....heeeb....ah haaa-"
>You are Sea Shell
>And you have made a TERRIBLE MISTAKE
>as soon as the taste hit your tongue, you scrunched up
>HARD
>Your vision goes dark
>You are likely to be eaten by a Grue
>>27817933
I see all things.
>>27817965
No, go go go. Free me from the prompts, free me from the adoption of new, long-ass stories. Only by interrupting my green can this be done.
Free me.Post you faget or else I'll get all the stallions to scrunch at you.
>>27818003
Can do, cockatoo.I like what you got going so far
>>27817965
>Your voice is rough from thirst (you didn't feel like getting up to refill your water bottle), and you're suddenly aware of how bad your mouth tastes.
"Wh-what do you wa-what can I do f-for you?"
>Keep it polite, Moonie; if you aren't, then your roommate will just get mad at you.
>"You and me are going to have a talk!"
>Oh mare, she sounds REALLY pissed.
>You nod, not really wanting to hear the sound of your own voice.
>Your roommate, Colgate, nods back and walks away, leaving your bedroom door wide open.
>....well, you might as well get up.
>You've got no excuse not to talk to her.
>You get out of your tangle of bedsheets and walk out of your room, marvelling uncomfortably at how the air suddenly smells much cleaner as you enter the hallway.
>You quickly grab a sweater that you're PRETTY SURE isn't dirty and trot over to your bathroom.
"I'll be down in a few minutes, Colgate! I just wanna take a shower first, okay?"
>"Okay."
>You'll only be, like, five minutes anyway; you're not a stallion.
>They're much cleaner.
>Five minutes later, you step out of the bathroom and tug your (probably) clean sweater over your head.
>You hope the shower got rid of your smell
>It probably didn't.
>Now you're going to have to sit down next to Colgate and she's going to smell you and then she'll KNOW that you're some kind of disgusting creature whose stench is so powerful that not even soap and water can get rid of it!
>Oh, why did you even get out of bed?
>Maybe it isn't too late to pretend to be sick.
>>27818054
>You approach your roommate and sit down on the cushion across from her, making sure to suck in your gut as you do so.
"Y-you, uh... wanted to talk?"
>Colgate just nods.
>"You need to get out of the house more, Moonie."
>Oh, Luna; not THIS talk again.
>"I know that you're upset about Anonymous - "
>WHAT
"How did you know about that?!"
>Colgate quirks an eyebrow at you.
>"Anonymous is my friend, Moonie. He told me all about you."
>Buck.
>BUCK.
>It's still not too late to pretend to be sick!
>"But you can't just sit around and mope all day."
>Don't tell me how to live my life, Colgate.
>"Look. I apologized already for tricking you and your friends with that fake cock a few weeks ago."
>Bitch.
>You'd raised your tail for her and everything.
>She magicks a bit bag out from behind her cushion and fishes out a small stack of bits.
>"Let me make it up to you."
>She floats the bits over, but you don't grab them out of her magical grip.
>You just hover your own magical field below hers and wait for her to drop the coins.
>T-two mares with their magic so c-close to each other's?
>That's borderline gay.
>It would be different if a colt was here with his OWN magic floating around, but not even Colgate can fool you into thinking she's a stallion.
>Not again.
>"Why don't you take a trip down to that Ogres and Oubliettes place you like? Buy a book - it's on me."
>Oh, shoot, really?!
>That's mighty tempting.
>You're pretty deep in a campaign right now with Minuette, Lemon Hearts, Twinkleshine, and Twilight, but it never hurts to have something new to choose from once you're finished.
>Besides, who are you to turn down a free O&O book?
>You mumble off a "thank you" in a way that only the socially-awkward can and walk out the front door, your personal failings temporarily forgotten.
>You're so caught up in the excitement of a brand-new book that you don't notice the red flare launch into the air behind you.
>>27818060
>You are Anon
>That's your signal.
>You're going to net Moondancer and turn your couple into a herd if it KILLS you.
>"Hey there, cutie. What're you looking for?"
>You are Moondancer, and that one human creature is talking to you.
>While normally a colt talking to you would be cause for celebration, you're more focused on WHERE he's talking to you.
>In the Games and Hobbies store, home for permavirgins and kissless tuftbeards everywhere
>(AKA you)
>Play it cool, Moonie. Don't buck this up.
The End.
In case it wasn't obvious (and knowing my writing, it probably wasn't), Moondancer being an awkward fuck is what leads up to Ogres and Oubliettes.Expect a sequel.Unless nobody wants one.
>>27818077
And that's it. Please, continue posting BNW (or don't; don't let me tell you how to live your life)
>>27818077
Prequels are wonderful. Write more. Always write more.Adorkable herd doing adorkable things with a stallion who encourages such activity and lets them be themselves without any baggage when?
>>27818086
Sure thing!
Need more Crazy Luna from last thread.
...Or Cadence being crazy. Because Cadence.
>>27818077
>Fat-flanks.
Silly pony. Thinking that's a bad thing. I want to see where this goes. Especially if there's possibly herding ahead.
>>27817991
>Your tongue, shriveled and useless, smacks against the roof of your mouth in an attempt to-
>You're not even sure anymore
>You sway your head back and forth, as if your hindbrain is trying to shake out the sourness
>Gaaahhh why would anyone order kumquat syrup
>WHY
"Nnnnhhhhh~"
>Somewhere in the back of your mind you realize that your wiggling is causing your stool to turn
>*thunk*
"Hhhhhhh-"
>*thunk*
"Akghk-"
>Why does this always happen to you?
>You meet a nice colt
>Miraculously, he doesn't run away from you in the first few minutes
>Then: shit like this
>Your eyes tear up - be it from the sourness, your public humiliation, or the knowledge of what will soon come next, you're not sure
>Just once, you want to... feel the warmpth of somepony that's not standing in line next to you
>Just once, you want to be welcomed
>But noooo, you're the stupid pony
>You have dead fish stamped on your flank
>You have no-oh hey now
>You are Anon
>And... apparently you broke this horse
>So you're going to fix her
>Consequences will never be the same
>You reach over, stopping her stool rain-dance wiggle, petting her mane
"Hey, it's ok... it's ok-"
>"Hhhhhnnooooo~"
>You nod, almost instinctively pulling her into a hu-
>Whoops
>She starts to slide out of her seat, so you pick her up and place her in your lap
>Dangit, this is why you don't have any horsefriends outside of the elements
"I'm sorry. I really - I should've warned you, and I've been a really bad uh... total stranger. Can you forgive me, miss...?"
>"-forgive me miss...?"
>...EH?!
>He's apologizing to YOU?
>You mean to say 'Miss? What?' but it comes out as
"Bioh? Ehulul?"
>Which... isn't really any better or worse than you've been doing
>This colt
>You're doing everything to make this go teats up and yet he stays
>"Bio? Bomb? What?"
>He looks down at your flank
>y-yes!
>"uh.. oh! Bomb Shell!"
>n-no!
>But he smiles so wide when he speaks to you
>>27818189
>"What a very apt name-"
>of course
>here's the mocking
>He was too good; too pure for this world to be re-
>"-for a very pretty pony."
>. . .
>You...
>your brain doesn't know what to do now
>You look up at him, blushing hard, resting your head in the crook of his shoulder
>P...pretty?
>No, you were bomb shell because you always bombed...well, everything
>N-no colt other than daddy called you pretty-
>. . .
>wh-where's that whine coming from?
>You are Anon
>And you broke the horse once more
>Your new (hopeful) friend Bomb Shell just wiggled into your arms and started to whine, pressing her muzzle into your shoulder
>Every so often she looks at your face, then quickly looks away
>Your feel a spike of pain jolt through your heart
>NNNGH, fuck
>This horse is adorable
>H-hopefully she won't press charges or something
>I mean, you did cause her to have a seizure
>Then you accosted her
>Gave her public cuddles, which is apparently...a thing here....
>...and now you've caused another siezure-
>Dangit. You're not going to the quiet corner
>not again
"S-so... I uh..."
>You smile a winning smile, every so often catching her gaze
"Well. Would you like to try something else here? My treat - a, as an apology, of course."
>You feel her nod into your shoulder, her wings ruffling against your arms
>bullet: dodged
>No quiet corner for you today! Not ever again!
>Take that,Cuddle Wings!
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OK done for now. There... will probably be more; I like writing cute, so. Sea Shell a cute, hence, she gon' be written.
>>27818113
Happy to have not disappointed. The idea to make it a prequel didn't occur to me until I tried figuring out how to make Moondancer leave her house.Soon, my friend.
>Moondancer insists to Anon and Twilight that she's been in "tonnes of herds" in the past
>Obviously this is untrue
>Moondancer keeps doing things she THINKS is what goes on in a herd, all while saying over and over that this is "how we did it in my last herd"
>"What? Yes, this is what we did in my last herd. Our O&O characters had in-game orgies ALL the time."
>>27818145
Ah, but this is RGRE-land, where Moondancer is like that fat nerd boy who is uncomfortably aware of how wide his body is.To see where it goes, see previous spoiler tag
>>27818189
I like how most of the dialogue is Seashell making weird noises. Keep going, friend.
>>27818232
>I like how most of the dialogue is Seashell making weird noises. Keep going, friend.
Don't forget yelling triumphant, awkward phrases and totally cocking it all up. But yeah, I'm trying... to make her awkward and cute, but not to the point of crippling spaghettimancy. So the "real" first date is going to happen soon.
>>27818227
>Cuddle Wings sits in a nearby booth, keeping an eye on that big trouble-maker, Anon.
>Her disguise is simple: a cloak, a top hat, fake sideburns taped onto her face, and glasses with clear plastic instead of lenses.
>Nopony suspects a thing.
Here's some more get cutter get butter
>>27818289
>Be Ca-
>No
>Caramel was the name that the matriarchy had given you
>It was your SLAVE name
>But no more
>You were free; your chains were broken!
>You needed a new name, one that fit with your new sense of being
>...
>Ohhh! You got it!
>From henceforth, your new name would be Alibaba!
>That was Saddle Arabian... you think...
>"Caramel, Caramel, we managed to capture a few of the slavers!"
>You turned away from the mirror that you had been staring into (gotta mire that body bruh) to see Thunderlane, your lieutenant in the Free Stallions for the Rights of Stallions Army, making his way toward you with a big, happy, shackle-free smile on his face
>Behind him two mares were being dragged along, bound by the rubber elastic bands that you and the fellas had found in the back
>There was Applejack, a look of distaste on her face and the beginnings of a bruise on her side and Rainbow Dash, aka the posterchild for mare bigotry and grossness, who was desperately struggling against her bonds
>It must not feel too good huh?
>Being bound up in bonds that you couldn't escape, eh mares?
>You smiled as Thunderlane and the stallions that he was commanding dropped the mares in front of you
"Good job, boys. Now they'll think twice about trying to sneak into here," you told them, looking down at your new hostages with a smile
>"You buckers let Fluttershy go right the buck now!" Rainbow snarled, trying to bite at the stallion next to her. "If you don't think I won't hit a bucking stallion just WAIT until I get out of these bucking rubber bands!"
>Puff
>What a barbarian...
"I'm afraid that neither of you are going anywhere," you said. "You're our hostages now, ladies."
>Applejack's nose scrunched up
>>27818301
>"An' what the buck are we hostages fer?" she demanded
>You couldn't help but shake your head at the question
>Typical mare
>No matter how simply you laid everything out for them they still didn't understand...
"We're going to use you to help further the rights of stallions everywhere," you patiently told her
>The country bumpkin's nose seemed to scrunch up even more
>"Caramel, ya bucking idget! Ya aren't gonna-- Princess Celestia?!"
>Looking past you, Applejack looked over at Princess Celestia, who was sitting in the corner with Fluttershy
>Her eyes widened before her gaze flicked back at you, shock and, dare you say it, awe on her face
>Your smile widened at the sight
"That's right, Applejack. We managed to capture Princess Celestia herself, the head of this bloated, oppressive system."
>You puffed your chest out as you took a deep breath
"Now they'll HAVE to listen to us! They'll--"
>"Who'll listen to ya?"
>You blinked
"Excuse me?"
>"Ya got Princess Celestia all tied up 'ver there right?"
"Well of course we do! We would--"
>"An' ya said it yerself that she's the one that runs everythin' right? She makes the laws an' all of that fancy-smancy stuff?"
>As best as she could, Applejack looked at all of the stallions in the room
>"If'n ya'll have the Princess in here, the mare that'd be the one ta give ya want ya want, how the hay are ya gotta get anythin'?"
>Your nose scrunched up slightly as Applejack let the question hang in the air
>Well you--
>See, you can--
>Actually, you have--
>"Caramel! Caramel!"
>You and the other stallions looked over to see Dr. Hooves sprinting into the room
>The stallion's eyes were wild, and his usually perfectly (for him anyway) styled name looked frazzled
>Something was wrong
>>27818316
>Something was very, very wrong
>"You have to see this," Hooves continued. "They're... They're..."
>Be Twilight
>The scene had been set up
>You, Pinkie, and Rarity were sitting on a sofa that you had commandeered from Roseluck's front porch
>...You were sure she wouldn't mind, what with the situation being as dire as it was
>Why did she even have a sofa outside like that?
>...
>Rain wasn't good for couches, flower hoers...
>The guard had gone out and informed everypony that they could find about the situation and had sealed off the entire down
>You could do this
>You NEEDED to do this
>For your teacher, for Fluttershy, for Anon
>You took a deep, deep breath as you looked over at a slightly frazzled Rarity
>Just like you the unicorn was nervous
>The two of you, along with Pinkie, who was humming a little tune to herself without a single care in the world, were good mares; gentlemares that would never do wrong by anypony, be they mare or stallion
>But today you were going to have to show those stallions in that gym that you were stallionizers
>Maybe worse...
>Taking a few breaths herself, Rarity reached up and fussed with her mane before giving you a smile
>It was a small smile, an unsure smile, but it made you feel a little bit better all the same
>You could do this...
>You could do this...
"Anon," you called. "Where the buck is my cider?"
>You settled in the couch as you heard footsteps falling behind you
>Anon, wearing nothing but an apron, a slightly too small ball bra, and a rather tasteful cock sleeve, all of which had been made by Rarity not twenty minutes ago, stepped into your field of vision
>In his hands was a silver tray with three bottles of cider on top of it
>All of his clothing had been made out of the thinnest, most transparent material that Rarity could find
>The fashionista hadn't even TRIED to be tasteful
>Her main goal had been to turn Anon into an object, a walking cock, and she had BUCKING succeeded
Hey there!
Talking about fat flanks...
Do any of your know where to find the story about Twilight going with the others to party and being taken by Anon to his house to fuck and the next morning being good?
>>27818371
>Your gaze wandered up the human's body, drinking in every curve and vein and muscle
>You had never seen Anon wear anything other than his muscle shirts and his sweat pants
>Even when Celestia had invited him to the Grand Galloping Gala he had worn his usual attire
>But now you could see EVERYTHING
>You could see his powerful, thick legs
>You could see his chest and arms and his oh so tight little stomach
>You could see his stallionhood STRAINING against the cock sleeve that Rarity had provided
>And that ball bra
>That lacy, lewd little number and cupped his orbs JUST RIGHT
>And t-that tasteful amount of pubic hair...
>You could feel a blush working its way onto your face as you looked and looked and looked
>You might have just sat there all day ogling him if not for Rarity, who loudly cleared her throat and nudged you with her hoof
>Jumping slightly at the sudden contact, your eyes snapped upwards to Anon's face
>Though it looked as if Rarity had outdone herself with his body the human's face had remained much the same
>She hadn't touched his mane, and that beard of his still jutted proudly, defiantly, from his chin
>Out of the corner of your eye you could see Rarity also sizing up the green giant
>While her gaze could have been mistaken for professional appreciation (he WAS wearing her designs after all) you knew the unicorn better than that
>Her mouth was slightly agape as she looked up at him with a certain fire in those big blue eyes of hers
>There was a hunger in those eyes, a primal need that even a gentlemare like Rarity couldn't help but feel standing before a specimen like this
>Anon's bright green eyes flick between the two of you
>If he was embarrassed about being without his usual garb he didn't show it
>He just looked kind of irritated about the whole situation, his lips set in a thin line and his brow furrowed
>>27818391
>His widdle nose was scrunched up in the most adorable way, and you could see that he was holding the tray with a little more force than necessary
>You didn't know whether to giggle and tease the big human or stare at him with wide eyes and an open mouth
>"Here's your cider... honey," he said, extending the tray, which looked like a little tea cup holder in those giant hands of his, toward the three of you. "I got one for you and your friends."
>"Ohhh cider!" Pinkie chirped, quickly reaching over and helping herself to a bottle. "Thanks, Nonny!"
>"No Pinkie, we cannot thank him," Rarity said out of the corner of her mouth, her eyes snapping over toward the gym. "Remember, we must be as crude as possible."
>>27818390
http://pastebin.com/9jkVUyFM
Twibutt. Also by Love and Powerlifting
>>27818406
>Pinkie blinked
>"Oh right..."
>In an instant the smile on the her face turned into a frown as she looked back down at her drink
>"I mean... why isn't this drink cold, Nonny!" the party pony demanded, glaring up at Anon as she tossed the drink onto the floor. "Nopony wants to drink warm cider!"
"...Um, yeah!" you added. "What the buck is wrong with you, Anon? Giving my friends warm cider?"
>You theatrically puffed your chest out as you give him a look
"I, um, well--"
>"You've never met a stallion as worthless as him," Rarity supplied
>You stiffened as your eyes widened
"What?! I'm not going to say THAT, Rarity," you whisper-shouted. "I don't want to hurt Anon's feelings!"
>"Anonymous knew what would be asked of him when he agreed to this, dear. And if it helps he knows that you don't mean it one bit."
"I don't care if he knows, I'm not going to call him wor--"
>You yelped as a glass tapped the side of your head
>Jumping slightly, you looked up to see Anon looming over you, a bottle in his hand
>The deadpan expression that he was giving you made you curl into yourself a bit as he raised an eyebrow
>"Twilight," he said, lowering that great bassy voice of him so that only those around the couch could hear. "Here's what's going to happen. You're going to take this cider out of my hand, you're going to yell something really mean, and you're going to pour this drink at my feet."
"But--"
>Your mouth shut as Anon's eyes narrowed dangerously
>"I didn't get dressed up in this shit just for you to pull your fucking punches," he growled. "So buck up buttercup and take the goddamn cider."
>There was a warning in the human's eyes
>A prelude of very bad things to come
>You don't think that the look was for you per se...
>But....
>>27818425
aaahhh
yes
It's happening.
>>27818425
>Gulping, you did as Anon asked, reaching up and snatching the bottle out of his hand
>Pinkie had been right
>These drinks WERE kind of warm...
>And while there were some ciders that ponies could drink warm this wasn't one of those kinds of ciders
"What the... yer... BUCK is wrong with you... er... COCK!"
>You, Rarity, and even Pinkie cringed but you forced yourself to soldier on
"I don't work all... um... bucking day to come home to warm cider!"
>The glass bottle nearly falls out of your hooves but, with some desperate flailing, you managed to keep your grip on it
"C-Can't you do anything bucking right you worthless stallion?!"
>Your heart was pounding in your chest, your wings kept ruffling against your sides no matter what you did
>You didn't want to do this...
>You were a good pony...
>Good ponies didn't do something like this...
>They didn't treat others like this...
>You jumped as you felt an invisible force gently tug at your hooves
>There, right where the hoof met the leg, you could see the tiniest speck of a blue aura
>Your eyes snapped over to Rarity, who was giving you a look of both pity and determination
>The fashionista had her shoulders squared and she was leaning forward as she gently and discreetly guided your hoof forward with her magic until the cider was over Anon's feet
>Your eyes snapped up at Anon, then over to Pinkie, then to Rarity
>There was no anger in their eyes, no outrage
>Each one of them looked resigned, determined, ready to do whatever they had to to fix this mess that you found yourself in
>You had to be like them, Twilight...
>For the Princess, for Fluttershy...
>You slowly tilted the bottle, keeping your face an emotionless mask as you watched the stream of yellow/golden liquid fall from the bottle
>Anon squirmed slightly as it hit his dare feet, forming a puddle around in on the dirt road, but he stood still
>As you got halfway through the bottle your mask began to crack
>>27818463
>You could feel your ears folding against the sides of your head as your eyes slowly began to close
>Come on, Twilight
>You keep those eyes open
>If you were going to do this you could at least look at Anon while you did it
>You owed the stallion that much
>The cider was mixing with the dirt below
>That mixture had already turned Anon's feet into a sticky, brownish mess
>You could tell the feeling of it was uncomfortable to the human so, wanting to get this travesty over this, you tilted the bottle over all the way, shaking it until the bottle was completely empty
"N-Now, go and g-get the three of us c-cold ciders, COCK. O-Or there's going to be more where that c-came from," you forced yourself to say, tossing the bottle onto the ground
>You felt horrible
>More than horrible
>You felt worse about this than practically anything else you had ever done in your life
>But...
>You could also feel something else mixed in with that sickening, hollowed feeling that was making your stomach do flips
>Something you couldn't quite identify
>You watched as Anon bent down to grab the now empty bottle
>Your eyes flicked to his bare, naked, PLUMP rump
>Out of the corner of your eye you could see dozens of stallions staring out of those broken windows in the gym
>Never before had you seen such a look of loathing and disgust which those stallions were giving you
>Some of them were red-faced, veins bulging out their faces and necks, and their mouths were frantically moving as if they were yelling
>Other's had tears in their eyes, weeping softly for their oppressed brother
>...
>You looked at each and every single stallion with dead eyes as you lifted up a hoof
>Many of their eyes widened
>The silent screaming increased and you could see stallions struggling to fix their bulks through the windows
>They knew what you were going to do
>You could see it in all of their eyes
>>27818491
>You raised your hoof up a little higher before you brought it downSLAP!
>>27818500
Alright, I'm done
>>27818500
WITNESSED!
>>27818227
too cute
TOO CUTE
>>27818509
You fuck! Don't tease us to the edge and then leave us!
>>27818533
Ponies better drive a stick.
>>27818371
>>Anon, wearing nothing but an apron, a slightly too small ball bra, and a rather tasteful cock sleeve, all of which had been made by Rarity not twenty minutes ago, stepped into your field of vision
excuse me
>>27817991
>Eaten by a grue.
That's some old-ass reference material BMW, I like.
Greeeen, so much gooood green, ah... I must try it too someday
Alright, I'll finally put my two bits in Sea(Bomb)Shell pone look if nobody minds:
1) Some planning and previous thread suggestions and ideas analysis (did it ~3 hours ago)
>>27818656
It's great.
2) Final look and experimenting with color schemes (rather with final scheme)
>>27818671
Dat tuft.
3) BNW spin her, spin her right round... Eeeee...
Welp, I've tried. That last was a fast one sketch
http://imgur.com/a/fg6WR
>>27818671
shes GORGEOUS
>>27818684
Hmmm... now looking at her she somehow reminds me of Golden Star from last RDP (I don't have peach pencils, that's a shame)
>>27818717
Which rendition of our Waifu is best, though?
>>27818656
>>27818671
>>27818684
>she's a pegasus
YES
>>27818717
I get that too but I drew the Chinese knockoff Fluttershy from the previous thread so my input is invalid.
>>27818747
She was cute too.
>>27818739
Are you talking about drawings or green? If first, that's probably not for me to decide, totally different pictures from different anons, if second - all of them.
>>27818747
>>27818781
I like that both of yours were pegasus mares, but I'm split on the manestyle.
>>27818759
This one does look a lot like Fluttershy, but I also like long hair, but I also really like Pencil's thick wavy mane.
>>27818717
Very good interpretation, Pencil. I really like what you did with Seashell/Bombshell.
>>27818684
she's just SO HAPPY.
>>27818671
Nicely done!
>>27818747
>>27818759
She is a cute as well. Chinese Hovertimid is nice.
>>27818811
>>27818817
Looking back yeah she does. Long flowing mane and my mind went "Oh like banana hush but longer and less pink. Easy!"
Don't try to be creative at 1am kids. This is pencils thread and he's done it all fancy in color with an actual design page. He wins no contest.I'm going to go drown my sorrows in shame and gitgudder at drawing.
>>27818811
>>27818815
Uh, maybe i should change that name. Even with "rgre" part I have a feeling that random anons will start to mistook me with that gorgeous "AnonPie"'d Pencils. And thanks
>>27818862
I'm sure with colors and a more fleshed out personality she'd be pretty easily differentiated from Fluttershy.
I'm still doing donut hair and there's nothing you can do to stop me.
>>27818862
What >>27818881 said. Your shell is a QT too, and people liked her no less than mine, maybe even more
everyone likes minotits
griffass gets no love
>>27818981
Of course. I mean, who would want a story about a flock of gryphonnesses trying their best to woo him based on the sung tales of old crows?
---
There's no better way to get to a male's heart than by burning his town, fighting off his warriors and taking him as bounty, right? Show him we're the tip of the flock!
O-or barring that, making sure to protect him by flying lazy circles over him at all times!
All. Times. We must be vigilant against all threats!
Or... uh, maybe... he likes gryphons that have talents, right? M-maybe we just - maybe we just break into his house, see, and then start upgrading his things! Like, remove those tiny knives and give him some gryphon steel! A-and that carpeting should be pelts!
>The three gryphonnesses sigh into their beer, staring longingly at the exotic human male as he wins yet another drinking contest
>He will be theirs!
>IF only they could figure out how to woo him...
Yo, who are the Japoneighs/Japony creatures in RGRE? Or even regular Equestria for that matter?
>>27819075
>Cue mating plumage being met with confusion by Anon and outrage by the general pony poplation
>Griffon body language in mating rituals mean something VERY different than body language in pony mating rituals
>>27819075
i feel like having gryphon mates would be dangerous for your pony friends
>>27819106
>Japoneigh
>Vending machines that sell used Stallion's ball-bras
>Leading export is pixilated cartoons of squealing stallions being violated by vines with vagina-like openings at the tips of them
>>27819118
It's a lot of aggressive cheeping and hopping around. They also get MAD FLUFF from their plumage. As long as you remember they're not as big as they look, you'll be fine.
....also don't let them rub their tufts on anything you don't want them to claim.
>>27818509
LaP confirmed double-nigger, nothing else explains a cliffhanger like this.
>>27819118
>[gryphon waifu] perches on your shoulders and swipes at any pony that comes near
>>27819131
>....also don't let them rub their tufts on anything you don't want them to claim.
Oops.
>>27819131
Thought you were going to say "unless you want the static electricity to shock you"
>>27819124
And do not forget about "mahou shounen" aka Pretty Magical Young Stallions with power to dress up (l-lewd...) and beat the heck out of big tufted sexy Dark Witches and random demon mares... rated PG
>>27819131
>your pegasus mare friend gets upset with the gryphoness you're dating because she thinks she gets 'too rough' with you
>stares her right in the eyes and fluffs up her chest while spreading her wings
>gets completely blindsided when the gryphon screeches at her and actually, PHYSICALLY plows into her and tackles her to the ground
>>27819185
Griffons are truly the Canadian Geese of the bird-creatures.
>>27819185
30 mins later they both wake up. The bird fight gave Anon an agresion boner and he needed to fix it.
>>27819185
moral of the story
GRIFFONS ARE NOT PONIES
>>27819185
>Anon and catbird are in a heated contest, drinking/arm-claw wrestling/insults.
>pones think abuse or anon would prefer 'nice mares'
>Words are said, faces are laughed in.
>BARFIGHT
>Anon and catbird are cat and bruised, but aroused as all fuck.
>There's a reason why there's not a lot of stuff decorating Anon's house, so they don't break it.
>>27819364
>cat
Goddammit. Should be "cut".
Holy shet the updates
>>27818086
O&O Moondancer yes pls want it need it
>>27818227
I'm so ready for more of this. Cute ratings are entering orbit.
>>27818500
>>27818509
>>Anon, wearing nothing but an apron, a slightly too small ball bra, and a rather tasteful cock sleeve, all of which had been made by Rarity not twenty minutes ago, stepped into your field of vision
>mfw
>>27818671
>>27818684
All dis art. I don't think I've seen a concept explode so fast here before.
>>27818885don't stop CK curls are my secret fetish
>>27819271
Damn teetotal birdbrains always ruin a good party.
>You are Fluttershy, and you are finally going to say to the new colt, Anonymous.
>You maybe might have a tiny bit of a crush on him...
>He's all alone right now and you know what it's like to be lonely...
>Plus!
>Plus he might be a brand-new species of minotaur!
>You haven't seen anything like him before, and you want to learn EVERYTHING there is to know about him.
>You wonder what he eats? You saw some pretty scary teeth on him, b-but may his species of minotaur (or whatever he is; you don't want to offend him by making big, ugly assumptions) evolved big teeth for intimidating predators?
>Oh, you hope he won't mind if you ask him a few questions.
>Maybe he can make some tea for the two of you to enjoy while you talk.
>You tried some of those exotic Minotaur blends when you were visiting Zecora, and they were really good!
>They also made you feel funny for a few hours.
>You were afraid to go outside her hut because of all those timberwolves outside the windows that kept staring at you...
>It was very frightening.
>You really hope that Anonymous doesn't have that sort of tea...
>Maybe he...
>Hmm?
>Does he have a garden?
>Mmm! How nice of him!
>You didn't know he was picking up on pony customs so quickly!
>You guess a little snack won't hurt.
>You lean forward, open your mouth, and....
>Sniff the air.
>Once.
>Two times.
>One REAAALLY long sniff after that.
>Is that nightshade?
>Is it!
>Oh, no!
>Why would Anon be growing poison?!
>You have to tell Twilight before he hurts somepony!
>Anon is mistaken for a villain
>Coincidence supports this idea
>Half the mane 6 are fine with beating him up like any other villain
>The other half desperately thinks that he's being possessed or misled by the real unknown, female, villain somewhere
>Anon may or may not be clueless to this entire affair
>>27819405
O&O: http://pastebin.com/PQpyiM9b
Pre-existing story, friend. I advise you to check it out in a way that doesn't sound like I'm shilling.
>>Anon, wearing nothing but an apron, a slightly too small ball bra, and a rather tasteful cock sleeve, all of which had been made by Rarity not twenty minutes ago, stepped into your field of vision
>>mfw
I like how your response is child-like wonder.
>>27819517
Ohohohoh, you sweet boy. It might benefit others, but you needn't bother flashing me your pastebin. I was around when you first posted that sucker, even if I wasn't tripfagging at the time pretty sure?). It's one of my favorites.
And yeh, LaP got me right in awe with that little line.
>>27819583
I can't read what you said without it sounding in my head like an older woman is trying to seduce me. All the same, I'm glad you liked it. I like your stories too, friend.
>It's one of my favorites.
Oh, now you're just trying to make this old girl blush.
>>27819517I'm stil hope that Lemon Heart will get some love from Anon, not only Moonie. She deserved a good rut (okay, many) for being too nice
>>27819626
>Massive nerd-herd
It's more likely than you think.
>ApA posts
>bnw posts
>LaP posts
>pencil posts
Are you trying to tell me something, God? Are you obligating me to be productive and update?I promise I'll start updating soon for all y'all. Teaching is stressful, y'know? I kinda want to keep my job too.
>>27819659
Take your time, SSTH. Writing is fun, but take care of what's important first.
>>27819659
>It was a 'good day to be RGRE' kinda' day, and that was pretty neat.
But yeh, get it out when you have the time and energy. I'm only just starting on mine now.
Anyone take up that cray-cray Luna thing?
TEASER TRAILER
Last time in Ogres and Oubliettes:
>Twilight jumps into Anonymous's arms and the two of them share a VERY passionate kiss.
>Wooh.
>That....
>What?
>Anon: "Who's a pretty pony?"
>M-me...
>Moondancer's a p-pretty pony, Anonymous....
>You PROMISE she is...
>Twilight giggles like a love-struck colt and lets her forelegs curl up against her chest.
>Twi: "I am!"
>She leans up and nuzzles Anonymous's face, and you have to look away.
>Is this what dying feels like?
>Th-these aren't tears you're crying.
>You're just cleaning your eyeballs because they're dirty.
>Anon: "Thanks for having me over, Moondancer! I had a lot of fun today."
"Y-you too..."
>And with that, Anonymous walks out of your basement and out of your life.
>tfw no qt3.14 coltfriend to play O&O with
------
>You sit back down on your cushion and stare at the open Dungeon Mare manual.
>You dart your eyes back and forth over the pages, only you aren't reading and you aren't taking in any of the words.
>This isn't fair.
>Why did he do that?
>He talked to you in that bar...
>And he looked for you in that library...
>And then he played your stupid bucking dumb nerd game...
>....and then he kissed Twilight right in front of you.
>That... that's cruel.
>D-dammit.
>You KNEW you should have peed on him while you had the chance.
>L-like a b-bear...
>You sniff loudly and wipe your nose, not even bothering to pretend that you aren't crying.
>You should have stayed in bed yesterday.
>You should have guessed after that fake cock incident that Colgate wasn't to be trusted.
>You should-
>"Moondancer?"
>Anonymous?
>Anonymous' head pokes down from the top of the staircase.
>"You wanna come upstairs? Twilight and I have something we want to talk to you about."
>Ooh!
>Oh, is this good?!
>Starswirl's Saltlick, PLEASE be something good.
>It is, isn't it?!
>You do a dumb little dance where you rear back on your hind legs and kick your widdle hoofsies before rushing upstairs to see what Anonymous and Twilight want.
>>27820158
Which one would that be?
>>27818113
TFW we will never have someone that accepts us as we are, without being so repugnant no one else will take them.
>>27820173
There was a prompt in the last thread where ponies think Anon's taking advantage of Luna; in reality, it was the opposite and Luna was batshit crazy on a hair-trigger.
>>27820162
If my body was any more ready
It would be commencing
>>27820230
And then there was silence.
>>27820221
Is anyone going to grab that?
>>27820162
>>27818641
>Text-Basedquestria when
quick random oneshot from my laptop.
>"I've come to save thee, my fair prince!"
>You hear the shout of another heroine attempting to save you in return for your hand in marriage.
>You are Prince Anon Ymous, only child and heir to the Ymous line.
>Currently, you are held captive by a dragoness that you've gotten to know pretty well on a platonic friendship.
>In truth, you ran away from home in search of something more exciting than watching your Mother's court and having to decline all suitors.
>Mother probably sent these knights promising to wed you off to them.
>As you peek over from behind the dragon, you see the knight limping away from the cave, charred and shivering.
>The dragoness picks you up on her palm.
>"Are you sure you don't want to go home? Having to burn these knights is starting to bore me."
>You plant your hands on your silken covered hips and scowl.
"I don't want to leave! Mother's court is much too boring."
>She faces away and sighs, breathing out a puff of smoke.
>"Fine, but we're still going to pay your mother a visit today."
>You stomp your foot in protest.
>She doesn't relent, and she puts you on her nape.
>"Hold on to my neck. If you don't, you'll fall and die, you dimwit."
>You put up a fierce pout, despite knowing that the dragoness won't see it.
---
>You are Queen Femanon, head of the Ymous line, and you are barely listening to this noble.
>By Zyzz, you hope Anon is safe.
>"My Queen, I humbly and graciously ask for a small tax cut of 50 bits."
>The noble's request cut you off from your daydream.
>50 bits!? In this economy!?
>You shake your head and grumble.
"No. Next."
>The noble walks out and you wait for the next.
>That is, until you hear a scream and the ceiling of your court breaks open.
>Above you is a dragoness with Anon on her back.
>Vile beast, still it lives.
>"Hi, mom! I'm fine, thise dragon's nice!"
>Anonymous shouts from above.
>You sigh and order the guards to attack.
>T'was another Monday morning.
>>27820344
>thise
Fuck, I meant to write "this"
>>27820257
Not as far as I know.
There was like two bits of standalone green based on it, one or two posts' worth, but that's all.
>>27816858
can you post the full image that came from?
>>27820538
>>27818060
Wait, is this that story where Anon unknowingly teased all of them during faux-d&d and she's all ready to ask him out and it turns out he's dating Twilight and they have a lewd make-out session in front of all of them?
Why did that Anon try to ask her out?
>>27820641Herd
>>27820641
see
>>27820676
Anon's going to get himself a nice, big nerd-herd.Except for maybe Twinkeshine. I don't think she actually likes Anon that much.
>>27820805Male tsunderes are a thing. Ya know.
>>27820828Maybe. It's pretty much 50/50 right now with Twinkleshine.
>>27820596
>Anon arm-wrestles Celestia and wins.
>Luna smooches Anon after she climbs aboard a split-second before the Wheel starts.
>Sibling rivalry over 'who's the marliest-mare' begins over Anon.
>He just wanted carni-snacks.
>>27820952
>"LOOK AT ME ANON I CAN EAT FASTER THAN MY SISROOAHAHACKCOUGHREUAHG"
>Anon ends up saving the Princess's life by performing the heimlich maneuver.
>The Princess leaves, embarrassed, leaving her sister as the victor
>>27821007
And Cadence schemes in the shadows, her hooves sticky with candy-corn.
"Soon, my Anon. Buwhahahaha!"
>>27821028
Her scheme boils down to painting her horn to look like candy corn in hopes that she can trick Anon into sucking on it.
>>27821045
>sucking candy corn
Cady better be careful, Anon might work on cartoon physics and just bite her horn right off because thinking it is food makes a thing edible.
>>27821437
>Unicorn horns are like candy-rock; sucking, gnawing, and licking them is tasty yet considered a sex-act.
>The magi-cum discharge flavouring tastes different per pony.
>
>>27821028
>>27821045
>>27821437
>candy corn
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O1QRAXv9vUs
>Playing Ogres and Oublietts
>not Humans and Haunts
>plebs
>>27821561
They tried H&H, but it was 2spoopy4them.
>>27820162
>Anon: "Who's a pretty pony?"
>M-me...
>Moondancer's a p-pretty pony, Anonymous....
>You PROMISE she is.
How dare you make me feel my own feel.
>>27821870
We need something snuggly written to combat these feels. I can't stand the thought of a sad pony feeling rejected.
>>27821477
>Be Anon
>Be at the Nightmare Night Celebration
>AKA poneh Halloween.
>You're glad Cadence invited you, too bad shining couldn't come along
>You'd like to see him struggle against eating all this candy and__fail__
>"Nonny, where are you?"
"Over here Condense, what's up?"
>"Look Nonny, I got a candy horn hat"
"Isn't that your horn?"
>"No silly filly, my horn is up here"
>She pushes up her mane and you see her h....
>Waittaminit
>Isn't that a candy horn?
>"Don't you want to try lick it?"
>Eh, what the hell. It's not like licking horns means anything, right?
"Yeah, sure."
>You take a lick of Canada's horn.
>It actually tastes like a strawberry, blueberry candy mix.
>Guess it really isn't her horn.
>You put the entire horn into your mouth, bobbing your head to and fro.
>Mm~, sexy candy eating.
>"A-anon, you can stop now"
"Whrry?"
>"Anon, please. No more"
>You stop pumping
>Does someone not want to share their candy?
>Well, too bad
>You suck on that candy horn HARD one last time
>Condone's wings open full span
>Sploosh
"What was that?"
>Be Cadence, Supreme Ruler of the Crystal EmpaOooh yes
>Ohmygosh
>Ohmygosh
>He's actually licking your horn
>Even Shining's not willing to do that for you.
>L-lewd.
>Yes, just the tip.
>Momma likes
>All of a sudden, your horn is enveloped in a warm, wet embrace
>What is Anon doing?
>Oh sweet aunt Luna above, is he blowing your horn!?
>You've go to stop this
>Heavens forbid a princess cumming in public
"A-anon, you can stop now"
>"Whrry?"
>Oh~ the vibrations feel so good.
>No! Focus!
"Anon, please. No more"
>Oh, good. He stopped
>You feel a growing pressure on your horn as Anon takes a hard suck and detaches his mouth.
>Nononononono
Sploosh
>"What was that?"
>Be Rarara
>Walking through the Nightmare Night Festival
>Something catches your eye
>Is that Princess Cadence and Anon?
>You go over to say hi
>WHAT IS ANON DOING?
>IS HE SUCKING PRINCESS CADENCE'S HORN?
>BUT THEY'RE NOT EVEN IN A HERD
>"A-anon, you can stop now"
>"Whrry?"
>"Anon, please. No more"
>Is Anon willing?
>*Mental Gasp* Anon is a slut!?
>You've gotta tell Applejack
>>27783899
Sort of kind of loosely basing this story on this idea.
>A big yawn escapes your lips as you walk towards your office building.
>You quickly cover your mouth which allows you to yawn even wider.
>So wide that your eyes close involuntarily.
>Late night from before plus an early meeting today means you are totally drained.
>Normally you'd reschedule, but you have a feeling that if you can see this deal through you might have exactly what you need to-
"Oof!"
>A rough force meets your left hip and gut, sending you down to your knees.
>Your eyes blink open and you see a dazed young mare on skates backing away from you.
"Hey! Watch where you're going" you huff.
>The mare sneers and rolls her eyes at you her nostrils flare as she blows air through her nose before continuing on.
>You can hear the music pumping through her earclips as she passes you.
>Probably didn't even hear a word you said.
>You turn and watch the mare zoom down the walkway with a slim saddle on her back.
>A courier probably, a late courier almost certainly.
>You squint a little when you see her helmet shimmer with a faint deep purple light.
>Oh good, she may not be very bright, zooming into traffic like she is with music blaring in her ears, but at least she's smart enough to-
>"HEY! WATCH OUT!"
>The arcane chariot driver honks her horn but the courier mare can't hear her.
>It all happens before most others have the time to turn and see.
>The engine roars in protest as the driver tries to stop the chariot.
>The looming shadow covers the young mare, she begins to turn just before impact.
>She is struck and sent hurtling into the air.
>Her body lands head first into the intersection.
>Everyone else comes to a grinding halt, horns blare and the young mare lays sprawled out on the ground.
>Her helmet has only very faint scratches, they may not even be scratches at all, probably just cobblestone dust coating it.
>>27822270
>The mare moves slightly, she weakly wiggles a hoof free of one of the skates and touches her chin.
>Ponies, minotaurs, gryphons, all kinds that make up the city of Maretropolis begin to converge on the scene.
>You catch only a glimpse of her removing her helmet and stare at it with a sort of deep reverence.
>She rests her head against it, nose gently prodding the bright green FI that is the Logo for the helmet's creators.
>You can sympathize with her, hell, you were feeling the same way last night.
>A mix of relief and satisfaction wells up inside you as you turn away from the commotion and continue walking toward your office building.
>You can see it just two blocks down, the same bright green 'FI' logo that was on the girl's helmet is visible on the side of the building.
>The witching hour.
>You chuckle to yourself as you slowly repel down to the ground floor of the highly secured building.
>And here you are going through all this effort scouting and sneaking in just to put a stop to any witchery
>Which witch's witchery?
>Why Which Witch of course, or "The Grand and Potent Illusionist, Which Witch" as she likes to say.
>Man, you are too funny.
>You press on the release and recoil mechanism on your wrist to retract the grappling hooks back into the holsters on your hips.
>You can feel the rest of the grappling apparatus tucked under the leggings of your outfit jostle slightly when the hooks retract all the way.
>Gonna need to have Tink adjust those sightly.
>You find a dark corner of the room to tuck away into and withdraw your holocrystal from your belt.
>Activating it displays a small map showing the layout of Which's hideout.
>Assuming Tinkerer's source was legit, then you should be right near where you need to be.
>>27822286
>Word through the underground says that Which has come across some kind of magical artifact, normally you'd dismiss it as a job for the Power Ponies, but if the bigger players are talking about Which, then you decided it might be best to take a look for yourself.
"Okay, down the corridor and up into the ducts..."
>You growl softly.
"It's always ducts isn't it? Never a nice spider-free, spacious, brightly lit room, maybe with some chocolates, or fancy music-"
>Stop it, you can have all the chocolates you want when this is over, for now you gotta get your pert ass up into that vent.
>You tuck the crystal back into your belt and quietly move on towards the corridor.
>A little down the way you hear hoofsteps echoing and getting steadily louder.
>Damn, something's coming.
>Gotta think of something fast...
>You begin entering the command for the color-blend of your suit, but stop when you recall who's base of operations you just snuck into.
>Which Witch's henchponies are going to be good at spotting illusions like that.
>You change tactics and act quickly just as the two henchponies enter the room.
>"-So I said that's not a lawnchair, that's my aunt!"
>The other mare patrolling with her partner laughs.
>They are both wearing the swirly black and white outfit that's similar in design to Which.
>You can't help but blow a raspberry at how much of a cornball she is.
>One of the henchponies stops.
>Oh no.
>Her hears flick and pivot around a little.
>"What's up?" the partner asks, bending at the knees slightly and glancing around the room.
>You hold your breath and tuck yourself even closer together above the hanging light fixture near the corridor entrance.
>The mare's horn lights up and a wave of purple light spreads out and phases through everything here.
>Including yourself, but it doesn't seem to have done anything.
>The mare below grunts, "Nothing I guess, thought I heard something."
>>27818060
You do know Colgate and Minuette are the same pony, right?
>>27822296
>Her partner nudges her ribs, "Casting a reveal spell this close to the boss' workshop? You're antsy sis."
>They continue walking through the room and head for a side room.
>"Oh mare, I didn't even think about that. It's just that the boss is bottoming us so hard ever since she found that dumb bracelet-" their voices trial off shortly after the door closes behind them
>You let out a sigh and repel down from above the light fixture.
>Looking up at it, you can't help but laugh.
>The darkness of the room coupled with the brightness around the light obscures almost anyone that would be right above it.
>That spell for sure would have alerted them if you had just used color-blend while tucked in a corner.
>You continue onwards and unfortunately upwards after entering the corridor and eventually the duct system respectively.
>Ducts are the worst.
>Thankfully the standard size they come in allows you to squeeze through them with a little wiggle room to boot.
>Your breaths are all shudders and you have to fight the urge to cringe at every single instance where you think you hit a spiderweb.
"Why ducts? Just why?" you whisper to yourself.
>You reach the vent you need and peek through the grating into the room beyond.
>Bright lights and and loud machinery hums while a mare strolls excitedly through the room.
>Items will glow with a faint purple aura before levitating over to the mare while she hunches over a workstation that is surrounded on all sides by various tools and panels.
>Even though they do disguise her features, her outfit makes it painfully clear that it's her.
>Oversized wizard hat and lengthy cloak? Check.
>There was that short time where she went for a cloudy bowl thing but the amount of times her head got stuck trying to escape the Power Ponies put that idea to rest quick.
>Hat, bowl, headband or anything, you will always be able to tell who's Which Witch.
>Her cackling laugh and haughty booming voice are dead giveaways.
>>27822310
>"So long I have toiled and troubled, looking to get the respect that I, Quinn Buck, so rightfully deserve!"
>Her horn glows and the low hum of her machines become loud roars as they release some kind of beams into the object on her workstation.
>The machines stop and you can see a faintest wisp of smoke coming from the object.
>Which Witch, or Quinn apparently, chuckles to herself, quietly at first before descending into a full on cackle.
>"And at long last, with this Amarezonian treasure, previously wasted on the hooves of the dead, will I... The grand and potent Illusionist Which Witch, finally get what's coming to me!"
>She can say that again.
>You drop into the room and tuck yourself away behind a large machine.
>Which's horn glows and she raises an ornate golden bracelet, it's got some of those black and white swirls on that she's so fond of.
>"So handsome, and all mine! With my genius I was able to create an enchantment on it that ensures nopony but the greatest Illusionist can remove it"
>Hmm, that sounds troublesome...
>"Now to test it out, but how to begin?" she muses aloud, an evil cackle escapes her lips, "Oh I know, why not start with the very best? Double Double..." she coos.
>The pattern on the bracelet begins to spin and you can only look on as another Which Witch steps out from the first
>Like a hologram that becomes solid as it separates from the original
>Her outfit is slightly faded compared to the one wearing the bracelet but is otherwise indistinguishable.
>They both cackle in unison.
>Which raises a hoof and boops the faded copy on the nose.
>"No more phasing, no more poofing away... A solid construct of my own creation, and quite the beautiful one at that..."
>The copy smiles wickedly at her original.
>Oh... so this is what has the higher ups buzzing.
>A power amplifier.
>You look on from your hiding spot as she tests her other abilities.
>Flashbangs, smokescreens, conjurations that are more than just images.
>>27822320
>Each display of power that's at such a higher level than what you've seen her do before worries you.
>Not for her specifically, this is bad but it's manageable, it's still Witch Which after all
>However, In the hooves or hands or tails or whatevers more sinister than Which's this could mean big trouble for the Maretropolis.
>You creep along the walls of the building, staying low and out of her sights as you think of when it would be best to act.
>You don't get very long however as one of her conjurations spots you and alerts everyone in the room to your presence.
>Damn it!
>You ready up a grappling hook but are snared around the ankles by a rather large chimera's snake tail.
>Unfortunately you don't mean like a scaly tail, as the snake-for-a-tail coils further up, you can feel it's tongue flitter against your thigh through your suit.
>You fight the grossed out feeling that is running up your spine as you are dangled out in front of both Witches.
>They couldn't look any more smug than they do right now.
>"Well well, would you look at this Which Witch?"
>"Indeed Which Witch, It's a rat..."
>You frown at them both.
>"Oh! But I certainly didn't summon a big smelly rat Witch Which, did you?"
>Smelly?! Sure it was a bit of a crawl through the vents but your suit is designed to negate smells what with most creatures in this world having way better noses than you.
>"I don't think I did either Grand and Potent Which Witch. Whatever are we going to do with a sneaky rat like this?"
>They both grin wickedly in synch.
>You swallow nervously and can feel a bit of color flooding your cheeks.
>Not because you're upside down, but because you're getting worried about what Which Witch is going to do.
>Which Witch for god's sakes!
>Of all the threats you face in your line of work, you'd never have thought Which Witch would ever intimidate you.
>They begin listing off ideas of what to do to you each one more painful sounding than the last.
>>27822325
>At first they're just toying with you, enjoying the first instance where they've gotten one over on you.
>As time and threats go on however you start to notice a change.
>They're starting to outdo each other in cruelness.
>Each threat is met with a more vicious one.
>Their eyes are sharper, their grins sinking.
>This might well be your chance.
>You slowly uncurl your hand, revealing the small pellet you had pulled out of your belt the moment you were caught.
>A quick glance down shows the snake's head resting comfortably against your mid thigh.
>You roll the pellet and tuck it into the crook of your pointer finger and put pressure on it with the nail of your thumb.
>You wait until the copy spits what she'd like to do to you back at the original to chime in.
>You hiss and squint your eyes.
"Ooph, THAT one sure sounds like it'd really be a painful way to go."
>The copy smiles at you while the original scowls.
>"Oh yeah!? Well what if instead of the lasers on their heads... th-they have lasers for teeth!" she says triumphantly.
>You shrug and scrunch your lips.
"Eh, I dunno, that seems a bit much... And I don't think that would really hurt any more than the REAL Which Witch's plan."
>The original's face drops, while the copy couldn't look any more satisfied with herself.
>"Wha- y-you... I AM THE REAL WHICH WITCH" the original barks at you.
>You look taken aback.
"You?!" you do a double take between the two of them, "Are you sure? She clearly seems to be the more grand of you both"
>The original is now fuming
>That's it
>Take the bait...
>"Well well, it seems like this thieving rat has a little more sense than Which Witch thought..."
>"That rat has too much blood pooling in their tiny brain, clearly delirious." the original states matter of factly, "To even consider you as holding a candle to the true Grand and Potent Mistress of Illusion!"
>Now the copy is scowling
>Yes!
>"Delirious?" the copy asks, a slight growl to her voice
>>27816858
There's no shame to losing to a demi-goddess, Big MacIntosh.
>>27822339
>The original looks at her copy and slowly a smug smile creeps across her face, "Of course" she responds coldly.
>The copy has been pushed over the edge and her horn begins to glow.
>You flick your tensed thumb and launch the pellet into the snake's mouth.
>The snake's eyes widen with shock, her cheeks balloon out on either side for a moment before she opens wide and a thick plume of smoke pours out of the opening.
>You hold your breath and wiggle your legs free as the tail snake is distracted trying to hack out all the smoke coming from your pellet.
>You drop to your hands and knees and quickly shimmy along the floor to keep your eyes mostly free of the smoke pouring into the room.
>Both Which's are coughing and waving their hooves in front of their faces, between hacking coughs they are blaming each other for screwing up rather than trying to get out of it.
>You stand on the opposite side of the growing cloud, arms crossed and feeling good at the chaos on the inside of it.
"Wow, you ladies sure are having a tough time in there, seems like quite a spot of... bother."
>They turn their attention to you briefly, then immediately dive at each other and tug the bracelet back and forth between the two of them.
>"The true Which Witch will deal with this... low life!" one says between tugging grunts.
>"Indeed, which is why you need... to release the bracelet to the true Which Witch!" responds the other between grunts of effort.
"Oh boy and look at that, your conjurations are all disappearing now too" you whistle somberly, "Now it's looking like you two are having a bit of... bad luck."
>Oh lord, just stop, you are getting out of hand, even to yourself.
>They are completely caught up in their own bickering that they have completely disregarded your presence.
>Well we can't have that now can we?
>You wait for just the right moment to strike and...
"Yoink!"
>You zoom through between them and snatch the bracelet while neither of them had it on.
>>27822355
>Hitting the recoil command on your wrist sends you straight to the ceiling.
>"HEY!" the mares growl at you in unison before the copy disappears.
"Aww sorry Which, things just don't seem to be going your way tonight do they? It's alright Witchy, things'll be better tomorrow I'm sure of it. Just a touch of... oh what's the word?"
>"MISSFORTUNE!" she roars at you from down below.
>You snap your fingers.
"Ah, that's it!" you call back before breaking through one of the rooftop windows, "Cheers!"
>The mare is firing bolts of through the now shattered glass pane.
>You hear noise coming from behind you.
>Through the lights of Which's magic bolts you can see her henchponies closing in on you from behind.
>Welp, that's not great.
>Looking ahead you can see them charging up right in front of you too, horns charging up.
>And that's not any better...
>You chance a look to the left and - oh yeah that's more of them.
>Wow, they sure can haul on those teensy legs.
>You take a deep breath and sprint to the right, straight for the edge of the building.
>Step.
>Glance left, they're still too far away, heads are still raised high.
>Step.
>On the right they're getting close, some of the ones out ahead are lowering their heads.
>Step.
>Look back ahead, the edge is just before you.
>You release the breath slowly as you approach.
>Step.
>Bend.
>Leap.
>Your heart is racing, fear forces your body to respond with what feels like gallons of adrenalin dumping into your bloodstream all at once.
>Everything slows, the wind whips through the wig on your head, tugging at the short strands of your real hair attached to it.
>You tuck your knees up close to your chest and aim your hips slightly towards the left.
>Any distance you can put between those henchponies on the right and yourself is for the best.
>You take in another breath and hold it.
>Steady your sight.
>Pick your target.
>Fire.
>The twin hooks pierce into the corner of a building opposite the hideout.
>>27822367
>You immediately send for a recoil, with the right one pulling faster than the left.
>You extend your right leg back and keep the left leg tucked to meet the differing forces on either side of your body.
>The harness system under your suit pulls tight agains the force of the tethers on your hip apparatuses.
>It's almost instinct at this point, positioning yourself properly to keep yourself upright while zipping through the air.
>A few bolts whizz past you on all sides, but thankfully none of them connect.
>Typical.
>Are there other options available to them?
>Yeah, you know there are better magics to use on your right now, you've had to face them plenty of times before.
>But that's the nice thing about this world.
>It thrives on the Law of the Instrument.
>You dip out of your thought as the corner of the building approaches.
>You release and retract the right hook and allow the left to whip you out and past the building you anchored yourself to before releasing it as well.
>Once you have curved around the corner, you retarget and plant both hooks into the side of a building further down the street and farther away from Which Witch's henchponies.
>One last desperate bolt whizzes past the corner, far behind you at this point.
>You sling yourself up and land on the rooftop with a solid drop that only makes your knees knock.
>Gotta get better at the landing part.
>You retrieve the bracelet from your belt and look it over.
>A faint shimmer can be seen on it.
>No wait, not on it...
>You look up and catch the last look at the magic bolt fired fizzling out.
>You chuckle to yourself and slip the bracelet back onto your belt.
"When all you've got is a hammer, everything looks like a nail eh?"
>In a world where you can study or train all your life and be severely outclassed by a super with a natural talent, it helps to diversify.
>It helps even more to be able to see what kind of hammer everyone wields.
>>27822387
>Those two skills and a lot of close calls have gotten you the title of Thief Mistress.
>Though you do prefer-
>"Misfortune!"
"HOLY GEEZ I-"
>You turn and find Radiance looking at you with a serious frown on her face.
"Oh, Radiance, it's just you."
>She scrunches her muzzle at you, "Just me? Did I hear that right?"
>You wave a dismissive hand at her.
"Oh come on, you know what I meant."
>"I most certainly do not Missfortune."
>Her bracelets glow a bright yellow and you find everything is now suddenly hued yellow, "But I suppose it doesn't matter, you can clarify exactly what you meant at the police station Missfortune."
>You are jostled around slightly and slide on the yellow platform beneath you until you face plant into a yellow wall in front of you.
>Looking around you and through the semi-transparent construct gives you the impression that she's trapped you in a lantern.
>A yellow lantern? Really? That just seems silly.
>You quickly snatch a glass cutter from your belt and cut a wide circle through what should be the "glass" of the lantern and drop through.
>"Hey!" she shouts as you dive down to the streets below.
>You reorient yourself and make with the grapples to get some distance between you both.
>She gives herself a pair of wings and starts chasing after you.
>You gradually lower yourself as you zip from one building side to another.
>"Get back here you!"
>You dive hard to the right to avoid what looks like a giant bugnet from scooping you up.
>Damn.
>DAMN!
>This isn't good, you weren't prepared to have a run in with one of the Power Ponies.
>Gotta think of something quick...
>You fire into another building but see a baseball mitt snatch up your tether.
>It yanks you back throwing you off balance and making you completely helpless in the air.
>"Gotcha" she says while closing in on you.
"Sorry Radiance, you know I just love playing the hard to get type."
>>27822397
>You issue the command to cut the tether completely and drop out of the air and her grasp.
>She makes a few more construct to try and snatch you but they only manage to graze you.
>You try to keep your eyes open to know when to really brace for impact but your body refuses to listen and forces them shut.
>The absorbium metal plates your company funded development of, and that are currently dispersed layers through your suit take the brunt of the force when your left side meets the ground.
>It still hurts like a mother and leaves you breathless and dazed for a moment.
>Radiance is approaching you with no apparent rush.
>Must've looked like a pretty bad tumble from her end.
>She's not wrong, you are hurting something fierce.
>"Honestly, if you're quite done with your theatrics. I'd quite like to take you to jail now."
>You jump to your feet and take a swing at her.
>She catches your wrist with a glowing cuff construct and yanks you up into the air.
>You groan in pain and grit your teeth.
>She wiggles you slightly and forces you to drop the flashbang in your hand.
>"Please Missfortune, do you really think I'm going to fall for that one again?"
>You growl something at her through gritted teeth.
>"What was that?"
>You repeat it.
>She brings you closer, a little rougher than you'd like.
>"Come again? I couldn't quite hear you."
>You part your teeth and close your lips into a tight circle before spitting the foam bubbling in your mouth into her face.
>"AAH!" she yelps and releases her construct while clutching at her face.
>You grunt when you hit the ground again, pain radiates in your left hip and gut.
"I said... 'That one? No-'", you spit the rest of the sticky foam out of your mouth, "This one?" you ask while futilely pointing to it, "Oh yeah."
>Radiance tries wiping the foam away but is only just now realizing what it does.
>Her hooves refuse to come away from the thick foam no matter how hard she tries to pull
>"What?! Wh- what have you done?! Missfortune!"
>>27822411
>She tries lashing out at you with constructs, but none of them have a definable form, nor do they come anywhere close to hitting you.
>You were hoping to test that foam against Filli-Second, but this works too.
>Hammer and nails, never let you down yet.
>You hold your left side with your hand and limp off into a back alley while Radiance is fuming and trying to reach her communicator with a garbled construct.
>You stumble into Tink's workstation.
>Took you a few tries to hit the right combination on her door, vision's getting kinda blurry.
"Tink?" you call out weakly.
>You take a few more steps, trying to get to the stairs down to "her workplace".
>You reach out for the railing but only manage to grab air.
>The miss throws you off balance and you begin to dive right down the stone steps.
>You fall into something warm instead.
>Smooth against your cheek and hands too.
>The pain in your side makes you hiss.
>You get a grunt in response and are helped down the stairs into the cluttered room.
>You open your eyes to find yourself face to chest with The Tinkerer.
>Or as you prefer...
"Tinkerbell! I was looking for you, you know?"
>She puffs to small plumes of smoke your way through her nostrils, "Don't call me that" she warns.
>You giggle and then groan from the pain.
"Mind helping a friend out?"
>She looks from her work table and then back to you with a flat look on her face.
>You turn your head to look at her table, diagrams trinkets and doodads litter it.
>You look back up to Tink and give her your winningest smile.
"Please?"
>She blows another pair of smoke plumes.
>You drop the sweet act.
"Fine, wanna keep maintaining your 'honorable dragon code'?"
>It's at this that Tink sneers at you then releases you to crumple on the floor in a pained lump.
>>27822423
>She uses her long dextrous tail to flick certain items to the ground to join the other clutter already there while she picks out certain things that must be worth keeping and drops them into various crates around the room.
>You struggle but eventually succeed in hoisting yourself upright, with the support of her table, and rest a sore but not aching right hip on it.
>You grunt and groan all the way while you remove your belt and slip the top of your suit off.
>The inside is slightly damp from your efforts, it slowly peels up and off your body with only a little wiggling at the end.
>You fiddle with the hidden straps under your chin and give them slack so you can slip off your cowl and wig.
>They both clatter unceremoniously to the ground leaving you almost bare and inspecting the damage.
>Your whole left side is bruised bad, with the worst of it on your left hip and shoulder.
>You make a reminder to maybe rework some of the plate placements on the suit.
>"Alright, get on" Tink commands gruffly.
>It pains you somewhat to see her looking this battered.
>But if you try to play it off like she is, you worry that she's only going to wind up dead or locked up so far away that you have no hope of getting her out.
>Missfortune touches gingerly at her bruises, recoiling at just the slightest pressure.
>She looks back at you, her green eyes are still bright and friendly.
>No matter what condition she stumbles into your place with, those never change.
>"Yeah, one sec..." she responds finally and turns back around.
>You can't help but watch as her hands slowly raise, tracing just outside the soft contours of her firm body.
>They fiddle with the cloth on her chest for a moment before she slowly, and with the occasional hiss, rolls the long strip of cloth up, exposing more and more of her soft colorful flesh.
>She sets the roll of cloth on the edge of the table, your nostrils flare desperately trying to drink in the scent.
>>27822440
>She grunts as she hops up onto your table, planting her toned rear on the edge.
>Her suit is so tight that you can just barely make out the curvature of her cheeks.
>You swallow and shake your head to break away from this trance she always puts you in.
>She starts to lean back but stops abruptly and catches herself.
>She looks over her shoulder and at you, "Uh, I can't lay myself back. Little help?" she asks in that teasing manner of hers.
>You extend your hands out towards her, the trembling in them only gets worse as you hover just over her shoulders.
>They are planted firmly onto her sikly warm skin and you gently ease her back onto your table.
>You now tower over her as she looks up at you with a friendly smile.
>The things you do to protect that smile of hers...
>You look over her body briefly, all of it has been exposed to you at one time or another, depending on the damage, but it's always nice too be able to add more detail to your daydreams.
>Her chest rises and falls quickly with her short breaths.
>She's trying her best to hide it, but she's hurt.
>You get back to task and snatch up the necessary reagents with your tail.
>Painkiller.
>Syringes to draw out the pooled blood.
>Vessel dilator to get the blood back and moving.
>And Caffeine pills for her to take, it's late, so late that it's early now.
"Alright, ready?"
>She nods and gives you her usual half-crooked smile.
>The one she always gives before you work on her.
>And with that you get started.
>You slip on your top and reaffix your cowl and wig.
>Boobs unbound make you feel kind of uncomfortable moving around, but you're headed right home anyway so it should be fine.
>"Thanks Tink. You're the best."
>She grunts noncommittally.
>You smile, you figured out by now that it's her way of saying "you're welcome'.
>You slip on your belt and your hand brushes something cold.
>Oh right!
"Hey Tink?" you call out, turning to face the dragoness.
>>27822453
>She looks over at you, her brow furrows and eyes hone in on the object you're holding up.
"I forgot to mention, I snatched this out of 'nefarious hooves'."
>You toss it to her, she reacts with shock but still catches it with her tail like you knew she would.
>She blows more smoke then brings the bracelet closer to her eyes to inspect it.
>"Which?" she asks, looking at the design of it.
"Which's of course" you respond jokingly.
>She rolls her eyes and returns attention to the bracelet.
"I thought it was funny" you grumble, "Anyway, it's a power amplifier of some kind. She was blasting all kinds of souped up versions of her usual stuff with it on."
>Tink grunts in acknowledgement, she takes the bracelet in her claws while her tail darts out and slips a headband on her head.
>You chuckle to yourself as you watch her go "dragon hoard" on this new trinket.
>You check the clock on the wall and curse the time.
"It's that late?! Oh man... I gotta go. New client has a pretty neat idea that I think will be really handy for Matterhorn, some kind of super mirror. I'll bring you a sample to play around with once I get one okay?"
>She grunts again, complete engrossed in looking the bracelet over.
"See you" you cal back while going up the stairs.
>You enter the building, a small tinge of pain radiates out from your left hip.
>Still not 100% from last night, and that run in with the young mare didn't help it any.
>You power through and continue into the main lobby.
>Type Font greets you warmly, "Miss F-" you take in a panicked breath and consider all your options while he continues, "-emanon!"
>Oh right, your name.
>"Good morning Ma'am, you've got a meeting in just a few minutes. A Miss Frost is in meeting room C for you."
"Okay, thanks. Yeah there was this accident on the way here that held me up a little."
>The stallion giggles, "You know Miss Femanon, if I were in your hoove- er..."
>>27822462
>You wave the fumble off and he continues, "If I were you, I'd consider having a company whirlycopter like some of the neighboring owners do. We've come a long way from when I started working here, I doubt it would be much of an investment for you Ma'am."
>You scrunch your face at that.
"Yeah I dunno, I don't think that's really my preferred style of getting around in the air."
>Type nods, "I know what you mean, my cousin Comic absolutely HATES riding in-"
>You glance at your watch and cut the stallion off before he gets too far into his rambling.
"Oh, sorry to cut this short Type, meeting in a few!" you call out as you head off towards the meetings hall of your building.
>"That's okay, I'll tell you the rest later!" he calls back.
>You let out a small sigh.
>It's so much more noticeable when the ramblings come coupled with a deeper voice than the females ones you were used to hearing it from.
>You cringe at the thought that you might have been guilty of doing that yourself back on Earth.
>This is why you're unfortunately still single.
>Guys aren't guys here, seems like no matter what race they're all still the sa-
>Before you enter the meeting rooms hallway, you are stopped by a stallion you don't recognize approaching you and calling your name.
"Miss Femanon! Hi, Lotus Plains, I'm with the Daily Horn."
>He withdraws a notepad and pencil from his saddlebags.
>Reporter huh? You don't really have time for-
>Wait a second...
"Lotus? You're Lotus Plains?!" you ask with shock in your voice.
>The stallion looks a little shocked himself, he covers it with a light giggle, "I am. Yes."
"No way! That's amazing, I love your articles! And you're a- a..."
>The stallion's eyes harden, "A reporter?" he asks sharply.
>You clear your throat and feel a bit of heat rise to your face.
"Y-yeah. Uh, that's what I was getting at. D-definitely."
>Oh mama, you haven't felt like this in a while.
>>27822475
>The stallion's eyes flick down to his notepad then back up to you, "So I just had a couple of questions I'd like to ask you if that's alright?"
>You look between him and the door just to your right.
"Oh uh, actually now's really not a good time-"
>"J-just one question then" he snaps back.
"Ehhh- alright."
>They can wait a little.
>The stallion unfurls his wing and reveals a small recording stone, he nudges it with his nose and holds it out on the tip of his wing towards you.
>"Miss Femanon, you have gone from a survivor of a botched hybridization experiment by The Quack."
>Dragon-minotaur hybrid specifically, at least that's what everyone bought in a world of supers.
>"To the owner of a multimillion -possibly into the billions- bit research and development corporation."
>You can't help but feel a little flustered at that.
>"My question is this, how did you find the strength to climb this far up the business ladder?"
>You think on it for a moment.
"Well, my experience is uncommon for sure, losing everything you know in one fell swoop is absolutely crushing. Makes you fall apart into the tiniest pieces and slip through the cracks to the very bottom and hope you can come back together."
>Lotus nods, eyes occasionally dart to his crystal to make sure it's still recording.
"It's dark and lonely down there, but if you can struggle and fight and do everything you can-"
>Sometimes including thievery and sometimes of the super kind.
"You can pull yourself together, maybe not whole, maybe never whole, but enough that you can look up. See the bright lights so far in the distance. You can start to climb, after all up is the only when you're that deep down."
>The stallion quickly scribbles something down on his pad.
"It wasn't easy, there was a lot of suffering, and I think the only way I made it through was to almost be proud of who I am, suffer proudly that I am passing others who don't know what it was like for me."
>>27822488
>Broken bones, magical curses, cuts, scrapes, bruises, burns-
"But that only got me so far, I would slip sometimes, never getting quite past where I was. When I did, I'd glance down sometimes, and I started thinking that there might be others like me, suffering in their own ways. A world full of natural talents can distract from those who need some help, for those who can't even keep up."
>Lotus nods you along.
"So I decided to help them, with what little I had I supported those who could prove to me that they really believed in their idea, that knew they needed just that one push to go all the way-"
>Absorbium helmets, color-phase accessories, 3-D stage harnesses, the super paste in development.
"And together, with each passionate driven individual added, we moved higher and higher. Their collective strength became my own and we all work very hard to keep moving forward together."
>The stallion smiles and blows air through his nose, "Nice little motto slip at the end there" he notes.
"It's not just our motto-"
>His eyes widen and he hastily tucks his recording crystal away, "O-oh no! I wasn't saying that it was just- uh, I could tell that you were being sincere... sorry."
>Awww, so cute the way he gets flustered!
>You clear your throat again and look towards the door.
"I'm sorry to leave things at this but I'm afraid I have a meeting to attend to so..."
>Lotus quickly scribbles something down, "Right. Oh, do you mind if I ask for some more info?"
>You chuckle.
"I'm pretty sure PR told me not to do that."
>He smiles, "You've got a good team working there if so" he remarks.
"But uh..."
>Oh sweet jesus you are so nervous.
>Is that sweat running down your pits or just a nervous tingle?
>Seriously Femanon, you have faced literal superheroes and villains, you can say a few simple words to this really cute looking horseguy.
"I-if you want to, maybe later tonight, a-after the meeting! I uh, might have something for you then?"
>>27822502
>The stallion's mouth opens slightly, he giggles sweetly, "Sure! Yes, if you have anything at all I'd love to hear about it. Say... seven?"
>You nod.
"Yes sure, uh do you want to pick m-"
>Oh shit what are you doing?!
>You're the guy here, you're the guy!
"I mean uh, y-you can leave a message with Type Font and I'll get back to you o-okay?"
>The stallion nods happily and you quickly dart into the meeting hall.
>You breathe deeply and clasp your hands around your knees.
"Oh I feel like I'm going to throw up..."
>How do guys bring themselves to do that?!
>That was terrible!
>...But it worked.
>It worked!
>Femanon you have got some serious balls girl, and you might be getting some dick too!
>You almost want to jump for joy but the glass window and the slightly irritated looking Miss Frost on meeting room C gives you the impression that that may be a bad idea...
>You flatten down the creases of your business dress and try to confidently enter the room.
"I'm sorry about that Miss Frost. There was an accident just down the road and I am still a little reeling from it. Now I do want to hear more of the specifics of your cryo-cube idea, but after reviewing what you have already provided us I just want to say that we are very impressed. And if I may be so bold..."
>You extend a hand out to the icy blue coated mare and offer her a warm smile.
"Welcome to Future Industries."
And that's all.
>>27822508
I like it. Though the femanon part was unexpected. It should be interesting having a female perspective on a reversed gender world.
Also, I can't remember where I saved it, but there was this post by an MTF red pilling people on the problems men face. Even with the politics it was an interesting insight offered by someone whose seen both sides of the coin. If anyone can post the image, I'm sure this anon could use it to help build the story. I can never find the damn thing. Anyway, I look forward to reading more of it. Also, you'll probably need a pastebin and a trip.
>>27816858
Reposting this prompt from before because I want more. Hopefully a green with Anon as Murica Man!
prompt
>anon is in power ponies universe
>cant get a job cuz RGRE
>gets desperate becomes a super villian
>unlike other villains he actually plays it safe
>no costumes
>no extravagant plans
>no monologues
>not even showing himself
>the power ponies are stumped to why these massive string of crimes never seem to have any clues
>Power pones think this is the work of a incredible master mind
>a mare that knows them and their modus operandi
>something something RGRE/sexism
>>27822166
I don't recall giving you permission to stop posting.
>>27822628
...someone literally just did that prompt. Ending right above your post.
>>27822628
Is there a pastebin or some archive for Power Pony fics?
>>27822672
except it was boring as shit femanon, the fun part is that anon isn't taken seriously by anyone because he is male. And is also the badguy, not a knockoff batman.
>>27822780
C'mon Anon, just because you don't like Femanon stories doesn't not make it,
>boring as shit
While also not my cup of tea it was good.
>>27822807
I liked it too. but it does seem less fun to read about FemAnon. She's exactly what a mare should be, independent, successful, not discriminated against.
>>27820162
Such a tease.
Monster hunting with pones would be interesting in RGRE.
>"Let's begin with the basics. We should start you out with exploring only the edge of the Everf- huh? You want to try hunting the Fleshgibbling worm? That's suicide!"
>"A broadsword? Anon, I thought you would be more comfortable with a bow. Oh, alright. If you're so sure about it."
>"ANON! Why did you do that? I could've tanked that hit for you! Oh Luna, you're bleeding! You need to get fixed, quick! Tartarus, why didn't you take a bow?"
>Meanwhile Anon is ignoring everything and having the time of his life kicking ass/ getting his ass handed to him
>>27822166
I have no idea how to continue it without it going down dark alley or lewd alley.
>>27822508
Pretty good, Anon. Normally I don't like Femanon, but you portrayed her really well. If you can write Femanon this well, I'd LOVE to see how well you write plain ol' boy-Anon with a penis.
>>27822959
>without going down lewd alley
but, that's exactly the alley I want.
>>27817921
That's not cute, breh. That's straight up lewd.
>>27822959
Yeah gotta agree with >>27823079 just like with the horn thing. It's lewd but kinda funny.
>>27823079
>>27823646
Ok, I'll think up a way to continue it.
>>27822508
Its nice to see a different perspective in RGRE every once in a while good job would like to see it continue.
>>27822959
Cadence, after experiencing a mind-blowing horngasm, begins to try to woo Anon into herding with her and Shining.
Of course, this involves every embarrassing rom-com trope in the book.
Shining, meanwhile, feels emasculated that his wife is trying to bring in another.
>>27818077
That was really nice, tuftbeard was a fun a clever touch I particularly like how you manage to express that self destructive introspection
>>27822959
>Anon realizes how delicious mare horns taste
>He has not, however, realized the sexual connotations of sucking on a hornpop
>He hunts down various mares with his suck-it list
>He doesn't realize that he was being a slut until someone tells him
>He continues to hunt down unicorn mares and molest them anyways, albeit more creatively and with a visible lewd look in his eyes
>>27823971
Tastes like candy.
FUCK, lost my post because browser crashed
>>27823656
Keep going
>>27822508
it's good.
>>27822149
also keep going
>>27821437
>>27821045
JUST AS PLANNED
>Shining is jelly of cadence paying attention to anon because she got her horn sucked.
>Changes mind after Anon also sucks his horn.
>>Now they compete for the scarce resource of human horn sucking.
>This does not go unnnoticed.
>Other ponies want in.
>Competition is arranged to see whose horn is best.
>Not just the unicorns enter.
>Some nonunicorns enter wearing fake horns.
>Carrot top with a carrot strapped to her head.
>Pinkie with a Romane candle
>Probably others too
>>27818981
>Gryphontits
We need this.
>Gryphon meets strange new guy
>Likes what she sees
>Both the catburd and burdcat schools of seduction fail.
>She decides to wing it.
>While researching her target which is totally not stalking of breaking and entering she discovers human hens have large breasts on their chests.
>Gryphonwaifu decides to try this.
>Straps fake breasts to her chest.
>Shaves around her nipples to make them more prominent.
>Magic breast enlargement spells.
>None of these work.
>Anon is confused instead of seduced.
>What the fuck is up with this thing?
>Both Anon and ponies assume this is normal griffon behavior.
>The ponies go the extra step of trying to be welcoming and emulate what they see gryffinwaifu doing.
>>27819510
Ponies need to learn to stay the fuck away from Anon's stuff.
Keep going.
>>27818500
FUCK YEAHMore SLAP when?
>>27818227
Strange shell pony is a cute pony and this story needs more chapters.
>>[DRAWFAGGING]
It's nice, do more.
>>27823971
GOTTA SUCK 'EM ALL
https://derpibooru.org/1194267
>>27824242
wew
>ponies with freckles
>>27822302
I'm too deep in, Anon. O&O Colgate is Minuette's cousin.
>>27822508
>femanon
Not bad, friend. Think about sticking around and writing more.
>>27822864
With the backstory, all there was room for wasjust the tipof the new story.
>>27822882
I like this.
>Anon is eventually seen as the pony equivalent of an Amazon
>Ponies clop to this imagery
>>27823961
Thank you. Tuftbeard was an established Thing from a long time ago - I think there had been debate about whether to call it that or something else.
> I particularly like how you manage to express that self destructive introspection
They say to write what you know.
>>27824242
>Teat-sucking
Yes, please.
>>27818371
Cock sleeve?
>My oneshot gets no feedback
I'll do better next time, senpais. I'm a bit stagnant on the ideas for Wrasslin' 'Non, so that's on hold until I can get some creative steam going on. Y'all got any ideas I could play around during the weekend that's somewhere a bit far from wrestling?I swear I'm not abandoning Wrasslin' Anon; I'm just low on creative steam, is all.
>>27824458
Sorry, sempai, we had a pretty big flood of green and I guess your one-shot got a little bit lost in the crowd. For what little my opinion is worth, I thought it was well-written and really cute. I liked the part where you made Anon's mother jewish.
>>27824527
Th-thanks, ApA-senpai, you make my heart grow larger. I just needed a sign if I'm still writing good or if I need to fix up what I'm doing. Any feedback is important if I want to get any better at writing green.>sempai
Please, you're the one I should be calling sempai. After all, I follow you and BNW the most out of everyone here.
>>27824458
It wasn't very interesting.
>>27824458
>Anon wrestles pony.
>Is on the ropes until the fourth innings, where the pony is getting tired.
>Pony falls asleep in the middle of the field.
>Crowd sees a sleeping pony and assumes it's night time.
>They can't see the sky, it might well be past their bedtime.
>They all fall asleep too.
>Soon Anno is the only one awake in the entire stadium.
>Spends the next three hours pickpocketing the sleeping ponies.
>Referee wakes up after that, sees Anon's offside, and declares competitor pony the winner.
>But in the end, who really won?
>Anon does not care, he has a huge sack fulla cash.
>>27824581
You're good at writing, friend. And if there's something that you (or someone else) think you need to improve, then the solution is to write more green for practice and post it here. Bob Ross wasn't wrong when he said that you can be good at anything you practice.You're too kind, SSTH. All these months and I still feel bashful when I see things like that. Don't stop writing, friend - you're doing well.
>>27822835
There was a pretty good short with a femanon, where she's bitching with her brother Anon about living up to the reversed gender expectations. She has to work heavy construction because no skills, while he has to play underemployed house husband. I can't recall who wrote it, but it captures the essence of this thread very well.
>>27823971
I miss Poonlicker Anon.
>>27824670
Poonlicker Anon?
>>27824670
We all do.
>>27824595
I promise I'll do better next time. Is there something that I could have done better to make it more interesting, like a different pacing, premise, or something along that lines?
>>27824611
>Anon's gimmick is a pickpocketer
>He takes this gimmick very seriously
>Some say he bears the torch of kayfabe everywhere he goes
>>27824623
Yessir. Like an Anon said above, it wasn't very interesting, so I'm going to experiment on ways I could probably make my writing a lot more captivating.Th-thanks, ApA-senpai. I take feedback to the heart and try to read everything posted here. I honest to God wish I could have more time to spend writing, but most of my time is spent teaching and waiting tables.
>>27824651
That was Frostybox (who didn't bin it) http://pastebin.com/Mj3HUW0G
I wish she would have done more Femanon stories, or that there were more in general but the thread got aggressive every time they came up regardless of who was writing them so none of them ever got too far.
>>27824676
From aie awhile ago. Anon discovers that pony vag is candy flavored and goes around sampling as much as possible. I think it started as a satire of Spoonlicker Anon.
Guys, what do you think Rarity would be if she was a dessert?
>>27824716
Was april fools special edition of Spoolicker.
One each year.
>>27824748
>Spoolicker
>Anon discovers the magic of horse jizz
>starts Equestria's first sperm bank (wink) to feed his massive, quivering need
>nobody ever wonders why cum goes in but never comes out
>>27824007
I am honored to
>>27822149
>Be Mr Anonymous Poster again
>You've just had a mouthful of tasty candy horn.
>You hear Candance moan as you pull your mouth off the horn
>*Sploosh*
>You back off as the creamy filling explodes right into your face.
"What was that?"
>"Oh Celestia yes!" Candor shouts.
>She looks like she needs a few seconds.
>She finally comes to a few seconds later.
>"Oh no, A-anon, ah-are you all right? It must have been one of t-those exploding cream filled prank candies."
>You wipe the pink and blue cream off your face.
>Was Cadence breathing heavy?
>Must be trying not to laugh
>Well she sure got you good.
>The naughty pony.
>"You just wait here, I uh... I'll go get you some tissue"
>You take a lick of the cream from your sleeves and put it into your mouth.
>Instantly, your taste buds explode with the fragrance of blueberry, grape and... was that an aftertaste of vanilla?
>If this was one of those Animoos that you swear to God you have never watched, Your clothes would have exploded.
>Man, that was really good candy.
>"D-darling"
>You hear a familiar voice calling out to you.
"Rarara?"
>"Yes, it's me, Rarity."
>She approaches you slowly, a sad (?) look on her face.
>"Are you okay Anon? Are you hurt anywhere?"
>Oh look! Rarara has a candy horn too.
>Maybe she will let you taste it.
"No, why would I be hurt?"
>"Thank goodness... Darling?"
"Yeah?"
>"Did Princess Cadence MAKE you suck her horn?"
>Silly hoers, that wasn't her horn. Even if it was, surely these cute widdle poniescan't sexual.
"No Rarity, that wasn't her horn. It was a candy horn"
>That horn looks kinda thick. It probably won't be as tiring to suck.
"Hey, Rarara?"
>"Yes Anon, darling."
"Can you let me taste your candy horn?"
>>27824821
>Be Rarity
>Poor Anon, he must have been tricked.
>No way your friend is a slut.
>That rapist Cadence must have misled the poor dear.
>It is your solemn duty as a gentlemare to get this colt back home, safe and sound.
>That is what you will do
>"Can you let me taste your candy horn?
>OH MY CELESTIA!
>IS THIS COLT SAYING WHAT YOU THINK HE'S SAYING?
>AAAAAAAAAaAAAAAAAA
>This only happens in your Playmare Magazines
>What do we do brain!?
>Ok, calm down Rarity.
>You're a gentlemare
>You know what you need to do.
>It is your duty as a gentlemare to make sure this little colt is safe and sound.
>Yes!
>But...
>...
>What is it, pussy?
>This is a once in a lifetime chance
>You saw how he did it with Princess Cadence
>You saw how he used his throat right?
>Took it all the way
>Didn't even flinch
>Yes Rarity
>A little bit wouldn't hurt right?
>Just a little
"Okay, but only a little lick."
>He must want it too right?
>The slut.
I've been hoping for another update to Daring Douche for a long time, but the pastebin doesn't seem to have updated in a long time. Has there been an update, or is writefag kill?
>>27824838
Ditto for Magical Boy Anon.
>>27824830
>Be Mr Mous that's scoring himself some candy
>Yeah!
>You knew Rarity would come through for you.
"Thanks, Rarity"
>You pull her into a hug
>Then you put that tongue to work.
>First, you lap the tip of that candy horn.
>You are greeted with a familiar sweetness
>It brings you flashbacks of your childhood
>You would walk into the candy store and you would get yourself bags of those white little pieces of heaven.
>Marshmallows
>That's what this horn tasted like
>You almost put your mouth over Rarity's horn. But you remember "only a little lick"
>Ok, challenge accepted
>They didn't crown you candy gourmet for no reason
>You begin to lightly lick at the tip of the horn again, focusing on one point
>Then you drag your tongue across her horn, all the way to the base
>You find out that the taste is muskier at the base.
>You continue trailing your tongue to the tip, and are greeted with a bit of cream
>It doesn't taste like much
>You lap it up anyway, feeling it drag against your throat as it slides down your gullet.
>More cream begins to leak.
>You lay your tongue flat and begin dragging it up and down Rarara's horn.
>Slathering it with saliva
>You make sure not an inch is missed as you work on the whole chunk
>Dragging it across slowly and savoring the sweet taste of marshmallows until new flavor begins to surface.
>Blackcurrant
>Oh, so good.
>You find out that the more you lick the tip, the more cream comes out
>You must be getting close to the center
>You redouble your efforts, licking the tip, using your lips to suck out the cream coming out and then moving to the base of the horn.
>Cream begins to leak copiously from the tip of her horn.
>You don't care, you drink it all.
>The cream is beginning to get sweeter and sweeter. Yet you cannot place your finger on the taste
>You realize that at some point, rarity begun grabbing your waist.
>Does she want you to stop?
>Screw that
>>27824857
>That creamy center is all yours.
>Her horn begins to get sweeter and sweeter
*Sploosh*
>Again... What is that sound?
>You didn't have much time to entertain that question as a stream of thick creamy liquid shoots across your tongue from the tip of Rarara's horn
>"Take it all you whorse." You hear Rarity mutter under your chin.
>Silly pony, you're not a horse, you're a human.
>But hey, if she insists, who are you to refuse free candy.
>You instantly seal your lips over the tip of Rarity's horn, as the rest of the creamy liquid spurts erratically into your mouth.
>You had to swallow the first two mouthfuls.
>How much filling is this candy packed with?
>You save the last mouthful for yourself, rolling it against the roof of your mouth as you savor the taste.
>It reminds you of all those nights camping out in the wilderness with your dad as he regaled you with stories of all the poon he used to get
>It tasted like s'mores.
>You let the warm cream linger in your mouth before finally swallowing
>You look over to Rarity
>Boy, someone was tired.
"Rarity, you okay there?"
>"Yes, I... I just need a moment darling."
>>27824875
>Be Rararara...ra(?)
>You can't even remember your name
>Where is this?
>Luna above, what happened?
>"Rarity, you okay there?"
>Oh, right. You were getting a hornjob from Anon
>UNF
"Yes, I... I just need a moment darling."
>You try to stand, but your legs are wobbly
>You don't think it's going to be possible to use any magic for the next few days
>Oh, where has this colt been all your life
>You should just take him home right now and-
>NO! Stallions are not objects, your father taught you better.
>You are a gentlemare, that's not how you should think about stallions
>But Anon is a poor naive stallion that surely needs a marely mare to protect him from other mares that have less than noble intentions.
>But how do you compete against royalty?
>You need to get the girls in on this plan.
>You can't let a prize like this slip out of your hooves. No.
>>27824846
>>27824838
No. Writefag is kill. Thread is dead. Ride is over. Waifu a shit.
/life
>>27824886
Aw shit, man. You gotta keep going.
>>27824838
>>27824846
>>27824892
Fuck you, we can write it ourselves.
>Be Anon in Equestria.
>Last night you met a white pony that made you a magical boy in exchange for being granted a wish
>Silly pony, you'd have accepted a free wish for free.
>Like any sensible person, you accepted the fuck out of that deal.
>Then you wished for a wizard tower to go with your magical powers.
>And now you're a fucking sorcerer.
>Things are looking up for you for once.
>>27824886
Possessive Rarity is always good.
>>27824916
Sorry, all out of creativity for now.
>>27824886
Please make moar.
How low should Cadence sink before the end? I have 2 plans for an ending, one that is somewhat peaceful, the other more intense.
>>27825697
Your call.
>>27825697
I vote less intense, only because Shining has been a pretty good dude and wouldn't deserve being dragged down with Egg Donor's comeuppance
>>27822882
Did you say Monster Hunting? Now I'm imaging Anon using the new MHG aerial long sword style. He must mount all the monsters.
>>27825758
This. Hating on Cadence is fun and a lot of it is well-deserved, but I vote more peaceful. I don't want to see Shining brought down for no other reason than being Cadence's husband, and I'd personally like to see a happy ending. I wouldn't vote for a "forgive cadence for everything" option, but I also wouldn't vote for a "cadence suffers forever and deserves it" ending either.
>>27825697
I'd say less intense. I don't see Anon agreeing to help, but I also don't see him being really hateful/angry about it.
>>27826005Bushido LBG master race.
>>27826005
>Thrusting his mighty lance into them.
>The lance is his penis.
>>27826234
Everyone here knows the dragon layer pun by now.
>>27826121
>>27826009
>>27825758
I kind of figured people wouldn't want Cadence kidnapping best RGRE filly for scence experiments and stuff.
>>27826424
fuck
>>27826292
Is that lizard puss I spy
>>27826497
Cameltoe so yes and no.
>>27826424
Now now, let's not jump to conclusions here. When you say kidnapped, how taken are we talking here? Law says she's mine, or I'll just borrow her for a bit.
>>27825697
Intense.
>>27825697
I vote intense
I want worst pony to fall hard
>>27826889
>I want worst pony to fall hard
But Fluttershy isn't even in this story
>>27822508
This is nice, though I was seriously expecting Anon to be a cross dresser. I would like to read more of your horse words.
>>27816858
>Anon beats Celestia in a hoof-wrestling contest
>Is declared ruler of Equestria
>Turns out this is how they elect officials - Celestia and Luna have just been the strongest ponies all these years
>>27826424
Luna would rip Cadence in half. Literally.
>>27822835
>Be FemAnon
>You hate this place with every fiber of your being.
>Back on earth you were liked by every guy around. Some of them would literally do anything just to spend time with you.
>Something wrong with your car? No problem, you had a friend who would come over and fix it. He’d even get the parts.
>Needed a ride back from the bar in the wee hours of the morning? There was a plethora of numbers in your phone for guys who’d be more than happy to pick you up.
>It’s not like that though, they were all your friends.
>Your job at the advertising agency was great as well. Make some phone calls and you had a nice paycheck deposited at the end of the week.
>If there was something you couldn’t handle there was always someone who would help you out.
>Now however.
>”FemAnon, these pallets need to be moved in ten minutes, get on it!”
>Or
>”FemAnon these invoices are all wrong, do them over for Celestias sake!”
>You had to work your butt off everyday, unlike your roommate.
>That jerk, all he did was help at the bakery and bake snacks. It was an easy job and he made just as much as you did.
>On top of that all these horses were gaga over him.
>What a creep! He was going to take advantage of their kind natures.
>And he was about as average as they came, why couldn’t you wind up here with some hot guy or something?
>”FemAnon move your flanks NOW!!!”
>It’s not fair.
>>27827508
>>27827480
Even though they look like fucking Slim Jims
>>27827535
>Anon arrives in Equestria through the same cosmic fuckery she did.
>Relationship ensues.
>Ponies are baffled by their human gender roles.
>>27827649
nah man
nah
>>27827649
Why in ANY reality, would a sane Anon pick boring human puss over superior Mare Vag.
>>27822882
>Witcher anon in equestria.
>>27827535
“Anonymous did you get that dressing I like?”
>”I told you it was your turn to go shopping.”
>”But I’m tired, I had a long day. Could you please go get me some?”
>You gave Anon a pouty face.
>The guys back home would do anything you asked with that face.
“Go fuck yourself, if you want it that bad go get it yourself.”
>Time for plan B.
“How about I give you a handjob when you get back?”
>…
“A blowjob?”
>”Eat a dick.”
“I’m trying, but you’re making it harder than it has to be.”
>”If I wanted a blowjob I’d just go and talk to Twilight, so the answer’s no.”
>Damn ponies.
>The only human dick around and he has to have a fetish for fucking horses.
>>27827649
>Anon and Femanon get into a fight in public
>Femanon loses her temper and slaps Anon
>Femanon gets the shit kicked out of her
>>27827763
thats pretty realistic
>>27827718
Nice
>>27827763
>>27827718
>>27827535
Let's not get into the woman-hating side of RGRE. This is a daily reminder that good people do exist.
>>27827828
theres nothing woman hating there anon
its simply flipped their roles is all
> Bi femanon
> Becomes part of Shining Armor's herd
> Loves the superior horse D
> Starts making moves on Cadence
> Candyass not really into it, but it turns Shining on, so she goes along with it
> Slowly seduce Credenza
> When she kisses you spontaneously, it takes your breath away
> Live together as a deeply bonded family
>>27827763
>You are Femanon
>You just woke up and are startled to find yourself in a jail cell.
>You also have a splitting headache, a splitting armache, a splitting bodyache...
>Everything hurts.
>Christ, what happened?
>The last thing you remember....
>Is....
>.....you got into an argument...
>...with Anon.
>Right!
>Right, he said he didn't want to go get that dressing you liked.
>He called it "your stupid bullshit".
>He was being an asshole, so you slapped him.
>...and then what?
>....
>...oh fuck, that's right.
>A bunch of fucking knee-high pricks rugby-tackled you to the ground and beat the shit out of you with their awful hooves
>And teeth.
>...you're pretty sure one of the unicorns got her horn in on that business, too.
>"Hey!"
>Hmm?
"Wh-what?"
>PATOO
>You feel something wet and hot splash against your face.
>"The colt-beater's awake."
>The fuck is a "colt-beater"?
>>27827718
>After a long day at work you got home, ready to just lay down and close your eyes.
>But this world fucking hated you.
>So any sort of relaxation was just simply out of your reach.
>”RUT ME ANON!!!”
>Your roommate was buck-ass naked fucking some mare on your couch.
>You wanted to say something, anything, but the words just would come.
>Everytime Anon would thrust forward the mare would let loose a generous amount marecum all over his thighs, staining the couch beneath them.
>The moaning and yells of passion, combined with the strong smell of sex in the air was getting to be a bit much.
>His length would pull out just far enough for you to see the head before plunging back in, which earned a satisfied moan from the cream colored mare.
>How long had they been at it? More importantly how long did you stand there watching as his dick plunged into her.
>”BonBon I’m coming!”
>”Inside, don’t you bucking dare pull out!”
>Soul crushed you silently walked to your room and lay down on your bed.
>The wetness down below was a good indication of just how the sight affected you.
>Your life sucks and any chance for getting some dick was taken away by a pastel pony.
>>27827896
>Anon quickly caught on to the RGR in E
>Femanon, however, has a neurological condition that makes her completely unable to recognize patterns
>slapstick hilarity follows
>>27827933
That just sounds sad more than anything.
>>27827896
and then anon broke her out of prison, andboopedanyone that got in his way
>>27827926
kek
>>27828029
>Anon, happy that the law is on his side for once, decides not to do anything and let justice take its course.
>After all, this is what would happen to him if he hit a girl back in his world.
>>27828065
but if that happens, how are they supposed to hate fuck?
>>27828065
So this anon is a dick.
>Hurdur THE SAME WOULDA HAPPENED TO ME
>BETTER LET HER ROT IN JAIL
>HUEHUEHUE
I agree with this guy. >>27827828
>>27828097
>You are Anon
>You just got assaulted
>You shed a single tear as the person who beat your shit is arrested and charged with assault
>Tragic
>You proceed to go home and have sex with your girlfriend's husband.
