Last one died.
Would you fall in love with a single mother?
>>27829825
The last one die because nobody would support a cuck general
>>27829857
/thread
Would it be okay if I wrote a story for this?
I really like the last guy's and it inspired me to make my own.
>>27829857
I don't think you know what that word means
>>27829895
That's why we're here son.
Go 4 it
>>27829908
Okay.Sike, it was shit and so is this cancerous green text based general.
>>27829935
http://youtu.be/SzP4fX4JOx8
>>27829935
Is this a game to you?
>>27829971
>>27829997
>>27830028
Word of advice, if you're gonna try and samefag, try using a different ip.
>>27829825
anyone got a link to old thread?
>>27830192
https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/27713063/#q27713063
>>27830231
Thank you sir.
>>27829825
YES.
It's a win win.
She got herself a shoulder to lean on and you got both a capable woman to live with and a cute child to raise.
>>27830840
Well done old sport.
You sir, are a real man
>>27830840
(Samefag)
>There's a woman at work which always works overtime
>One of her eyes is deviated and she doesn't talk much
>Your co-workers pity her and you hear she's got a child to maintain by herself
>You once decided to stay overtime in the same shift as hers.
>Walked her home when both were done
>Small talk and goodbyes
>Then you stayed overtime again
>Finished your work early, helped her a bit
>Walked her home
>Becomes a regular thing
>You exchange phones
>You realise everything feels so smooth when you're with her
>Like that's what you're supposed to do
>Feeling a void inside you that you didn't know existed is being filled
>Once she calls you and asks you if could please take her daughter back home from school since something came up and she had to rush at an inconvenient time.
>You agreed
>She sent you a ton of smileys and thank you's
>You tell her it was the least you could do for her
>She invites you to dine that weekend, as a thanks for the other day
>You don't refuse
>A few days later she asks again
>Then offers a 'thanks' lunch
>You go.
>Then as a 'thanks' to that 'thanks' you get her and her daughter tickets for that movie she told you about when you picked her up the second time
>The three of you go to the cinema that Friday
>This exchange goes on
>You feel her simle more often at work
>You steal glances at each other
>Your co-workers whisper like bitches.
>You feel like all those fucking movies told you you should feel
>Walking on air, tingles in your tummy, and all the symptoms you thought you had left behind during highschool.
>So the time comes and you ask her out
>You remember that well because she cried a bit
>You did too
>A couple months and a few freudian-slips of her daughter later, you ask her for her hand in marriage.
>You didn't cry then
>You both laughed
>Because it was so obvious
>Now you were both complete
>>27831129
Cute. Now we must get the writer from last thread to return
>>27830849
We gotta gather all the 4chan manchilds in one camp and https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZSS5dEeMX64
>>27831212
Derpy and Dinky are girls worth fighting for
>>27829825
No
Single mothers are the worst people in the world. Raising another man's child is the definition of a cuck.
>>27831301
Cuck, short for “cuckold,” is a term referring to a man with a female significant other who engages in sexual activities with other men.
>>27831301
>Single mothers are the worst people in the world.
I think you have the word single mother confused with nigger.
>>27831327
Oi!
This is family friendly thread
>>27829825
I just want to break dinky heart
>>27831301
Childs belong to those who care for them.
The moment that man ceased to care, that child wasn't theirs anymore.
Why the worst persons in the world?
>>27831327
kek
>>27831363
You have my permission to die
>>27831363
>don't want the perfect daughteru
You can leave this thread already
>>27831401
She is like the daughters that always say that she want to marry with her dad and dinky is silly enough to don't understand that situation like this would be dangerous and even say that she would share daddy with her.
>>27831423
Can you learn how to englsih
>>27831431
(Vôce)
>>27831431
What you say bout? Him talk English good.
>>27829825
>Raising another man's mistake.
Hell no.
![[Fast Intensifies].gif](https://i.imgur.com/1vxPiHt.gif "[Fast Intensifies].gif")
>>27831526
>Not wanting the opportunity to have a loli.
>>27831526
Is that what your mom's boyfriend said before he walked out he door?
>>27831545
Last thing he probably said was "Sheeeeeeeet" after the cops gunned him down for pulling his cap gun.
>>27829825
>Would you fall in love with a single mother?
No. Even in happy horse land that's asking for trouble.
I would much rather make a family of my own.
>>27831691
You would be making your own family
Anyone wants to make a green, also where are the writefags?
>>27832370
I've never written green before, but I could try if you could put up with mediocre at best and cringeworthy at worst content.
>>27829900
Educate all the faggots! Cuck is short for cuckold.
"cuckoldry. Noun. (countable and uncountable, plural cuckoldries) An act of adultery committed by a married woman against her husband. The state of being a cuckold."
Stop being dumbasses already, or just go into politics like the other dumbasses.
>"Oh Anon, that was such a wonderful night."
>Derpy says from the seat next to your.
>The the silky yellow dress she wears dimly reflecting the few lights that appear in the sleeping town.
>You smile and relax even further, the occasion now being fully satisfying knowing she enjoyed it as well.
>Judging by the hint of redness on her face, she might've enjoyed a bit too much.
>But right now you have to get home.
>You continue driving silently to the all too familiar house.
>Even if you hadn't memorized it, you would still have been about to identify it.
>It being the only house with all the lights still on.
>As you pull up, you immediately stop a few silhouettes in the window.
>You can't help letting a smile come across your face.
>The engine's low purrs stop the instant you turn the key.
>You both exit and meet half way.
>As you turn to be meet her gaze, you feel the butterflies kick off like the moment you met her.
>You let out a heavy breath and turn away.
"Aww geez."
>After a moment of giggling and a short kiss, you open the door.
>>27832384
I can put up with anything
>>27832455
Cozy
>>27832370
They left you.
But forget about them.
I'll be you're newwritefag.
Right after I catch some sleep.
>>27832734
H-how did you know?!
>>27832751
>>27832734
Fug wrong thread but new writefriend is good
>>27832734
HOLD IT!
Just so we're clear, we want comfy green, not rape and torture, CC
>>27829825
Why do people always assume she's a mother? It makes zero sense.
>>27832455
>Never have home invaders been so startled in their lives.
>>27833539
We saw a pony sit on a bench weird and now she wants to fuck humans...
>>27833526
No rape, no torture.
Well, unless possible domestic abuse is torture.
Not by Anon I may add.
>>27833539
I agree seeing as how she's about Rara's age and Dinky is in the Crusader's class.Of course teen pregnancy is always an option.
But just for the sake of this thread let's just go with it.
>>27833614
As long as anon gets to go Bigby on whoever is doing it
>>27833614
I think the teen mom angle is the most believable
>tfw original writefags actually walked out on their child thread
Fret not, I'm here now.
>>27832455
>You're greeted by, loving embrace of your air conditioner.
>Summer nights were no joke.
>Oh and by Dinky instantly jumping from the couch to greet you.
>Honestly it seemed to be little more than an excuse to stop watching-
>Whatever that was.
>Guess you can't blame her.
>Speaking of weird shit...
>Zephyr finally seems to realize you're in the room.
>"Alright Anon."
>You're not listening to him.
>You're making sure the house isn't wrecked like last time.
>It seems fine...
"How much do I owe you?"
>He stops mid speech.
>"100 big ones."
>You glare at him.
>"Alright alright 50, jeez gotta bring a guy down."
>You relax and pay him.
"Thank you by the way."
>"Yeah yeah."
>He says as he steps out, his eyes never leaving the bill in his hands.
"Sooo."
>You turn the little girl standing just next to you.
"Did you have fun?"
>"Ugh no way! Zephyr always makes me watch those boring shows only he likes."
>You chuckle.
Bump, I refuse to let such a comfy idea go
>>27832370
Desu sempai I just got caught up on normie shit (ie spending time with friends and family) AND couple that with a bad case of writer's block.
>>27829825
>no hooves
>>27833901
This is... nice and cozy
>>27835422
Don't trust him, he's planning something...
>>27835456
As long as it's cute and not rape or abuse
>>27835255
Jesus this is a blue board! Spoiler your porn.
>>27836326
Just because you jack off to white men shooting sexy WW2 pistols, doesn't mean it's porn.
>>27829825
Only if she is up for giving me at least 2 more children if my blood.
>>27833901
>That you could agree to, but you just nod.
>First thing you do is collapse on the couch.
>Followed by Derpy, then swiftly by Dinky, who literally jumps, landing on and knocking the wing out of you.
>"Dinky!"
>"Oh, sorry Mr. Anon!"
"It's fine."
>You say with no air in your lungs.
>They both giggle as you regain your composure.
>When you do you let out a huge sigh.
>Damn this couch is too comfortable.
>Almost want to just fall asleep right there.
>You hear giggling as you choke on a snore.
>You rub your head and look around.
>It only gets louder, and sure enough, there's the pair covering their mouths as you spot them.
"What's so funny?"
>"Oh nothing."
>"Did you know you talk in your sleep Mr. Anon?"
>You stop rubbing your face and scoff.
"Do not."
>"Do to!"
>You laugh.
>"You said some really weird stuff, didn't he Mommy?"
>"Oh no no, you were talking to him."
>She stops for a minute and hums.
>"You say weird things Mr. Anon."
>She's not even trying now.
>Too bad you can't think of a counter.
"Isn't it past your bedtime?"
>>27831545
>>27831562
Why are cucks so angry and violent?
>>27839536
You would be too if your love betrayed your most intimate bond.
>>27829857
>not virgin
>cuckold
We aren't all asexuals, Anon. Some of us want sex for itself rather than for status.
Bump yo!
Also can't wait for the greens
>>27834839
I love you man
>>27839269
Dinky always said she wanted some siblings.
Bump, I must have more.
This thread makes me feel good inside. Wish I could find a real life girl like that. Or a small, red head, Irish girl.
Much goddamn feels
Feels
>>27839710
A cuck would be fine with being cucked.
You aren't automatically a cuck if you get cucked. The minute you accept it, though, you're a cuck.
threadly reminder
>>27829825
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vmUJlTMYdEM
Cucking destroys the lifes of innocent men, women and children.
Never support cuckholding. It is the absolute worst form of social degeneracy.
>>27846852
She's also been seen with amethyst at the sister hooves social
And with Derpy during the one where pinkie pie knows
>>27847327
>you can call someone a cuck in TW3
This EARNED Game of the Year.
BumpBumpBump till one of the writefags come back
>>27848993
>Page 9
Imma make a green
Sorry for leaving you hanging, I literally just recently tried getting back into a routine for writing and wouldn't you know, they shut off my internet.
I'll trying to continue later from the phone.
>>27849731
I will wait for you my love
>>27849731
Don't worry handsome
>>27849731
Just show us a picture of your cock and all is forgotten.
>>27850685
As you wish.
Pardon my shit hand writing.
>>27850765
KEK
>>27829825
derp
>>27850765
top cuck
>>27850765
>>27851716
Top cluck
>>27829857
This
>my wife's son
Bamp
>>27839449
>"No way!"
>You hum.
>"Come on, I don't even have school tomorrow."
>You swap glances with Derpy, who confirms what you're thinking.
>You stroke your chin.
"Nope."
>You say as you scoop her up, catching her off guard.
>After she straightens out, she groans.
"Hey now, a little girl needs her sleep, isn't that right Derpy?"
>Dinky grunts and crosses her arms.
>"He's right you know."
>You feel rather smug at her comment.
>But Dinky isn't hearing any of it.
>She's been as stubborn as a mule for as long as you've known her.
>There was a trick to this though.
"How about this then?"
>She perks up slightly.
>Derpy does too.
"You go to sleep now."
>You set her down on her bed.
"And tomorrow I'll-"
>"By me a computer?"
>She suddenly let's out, a big excited smile on her face.
>You were gonna say Ice Cream...
>She continues, each passing moment building up the guilt of having to let her down.
>
>Er-
>You can't do that.
>As much as you want to, there's no way you could say no.
>Well not right now.
>But you'll cross that bridge when you get to it.
>For now.
"Uh, sure thing, but you better get to sleep."
>She instantly drops onto the pillow and pretends to snore.
>Not entirely what you wanted, but you'll take it.
>As you both walk away, you spot her, one eye open looking at you as you do.
>You smile and turn off the light.
>Once the door is closed, you sigh.
>"Are we really getting a laptop Anon?"
>Derpy say from your side.
>Of course, she wasn't concerned.
>She was excited.
>>27854388
I don't like how you write. It looks like a grocery list.
>Everyone in this general would raise another niggas kid, and get friendzoned by his bitch until he came back and got back together.
Even /NST/ isn't this pathetic.
>>27854475
Oh.But seriously, can you explain what you mean?
>>27854388
We are reaching levels of comfy I never thought possible
>>27854495
>Letting yourself get friend-zoned
>Not being a man and letting her know in no uncertain terms that if she's not looking to get into a serious, monogamous relationship with you, you're not sticking around
>Not making sure she knows if you even get a whiff of a hint that she wants back with her old boyfriend, you're kicking her ass to the curb
>Not getting the point across to the old boyfriend (if he ever shows his face) that if he tries to start some shit with you, you're going to put his ass in the fucking ground
And, most importantly
>Not giving an adorable little girl the father figure she needs
>>27831181
I agree
Writefags please come home
>>27854550
If I had to guess, he means you use too many 2-6 word sentences and would request that you simply make longer sentences?
>>27831212
Eh, I'd rather gather all the man children from this thread, gather them on a planet and http://stream1.gifsoup.com/view7/2424309/dawn-of-war-ii-exterminatus-o.gif
Page 9 bump
So writefags are doing some writing
>>27857926
They'll be back, Anon, they'll be back
>>27857234
Oh, alright then.
I mean, I'm definitely not gonna change, but thanks for clearing that up for him.
>>27854950
This.
>>27855210
>implying your wimpy ass could do it and not come out with a black eye or feelings of being a cuck
>just summarized how much of a cuck he is
Green on the way.
>>27829857
Fucking this
>Cuck this.
>Cuck that.
Someone sounds a little bitter about something personal.
Did she leave you for someone who actually had a job?
>>27859351
It's a meme you dip.
A sad one at that, seeing as how I doubt most of everyone who says it has ever even been with a girl.
>>27859351
>defending being a literal cuck for a cartoon character
>raising another man's hit-and-run
>my wife's daughter
Loving every laugh
>>27859380
I mean you're calling people cucks on an image board.
Also your lodging is flawed, seeing as how if someone were truly a cuck, they wouldn't care.
Heck, being a cuck is 50% not caring so...
>>>/lgbt/
Faggot.
I'm not replying to you again btw.
>>27859400
>I'm not replying to you again btw.
Says the cuck.
>>27859400
Back to the cuckshed, sven. You'll get to have Derpy's sloppy gaping pussy after Jamal's done putting another baby in it.
>>27859454
God just thought of being cucked makes my blood fucking boil. Niggers go back to Africa
Niggers toungue my anus
Bump
>>27829825
> "I'm home, mommy!"
> Your ears prick at the scrabble of tiny hooves at the doorstep.
> By the time you hear Dinky's excited call, you're already in motion.
> She's barely through the door when you arrive, rearing up to scoop the squirming filly between your wings.
> Squealing and giggling, she struggles to no avail as you nuzzle her furiously.
"Welcome home, Muffin. Was school good today?"
> Setting Dinky down as she answers, you lead her into the living room where her late afternoon snack waits.
> The filly seems to inhale it with barely a pause in her words, regaling you with tales of who stuck a hoof up whose nostril and which filly got lunch in their mane this time.
> In fact, she seems utterly tireless.
> Despite the fact that you'd arrived home less than an hour prior to your daughter and spent that time furiously cooking, her energy is downright infectious.
> You can feel her enthusiasm, her smile leaking into you - draining away the aches and the worries of the day.
> And so when Dinky slips from her seat, snack done, you shake your head with a deeply disapproving but entirely false scowl:
"No you don't, young mare. You aren't going out for one moment until you've washed that mess off your muzzle!"
> Her ears fall, but not too far:
> Dinky's well familiar with your games, and that tone is a familiar one.
> "But I'm just gonna go get dirty outside again!"
"Dirty, outside?"
> A grin creeps onto your face, unable to be held back any longer.
"Then you'll just have to get clean outside again too!"
> "Noooooo!"
> Taking off as fast as her little legs will carry her, Dinky is still no match for your wings.
> Clumsy as you sometimes are, the little filly is easy to scoop between your forehooves - and then you're out an open window, climbing steadily toward a cloud as Dinky's laughing shrieks echo in your ears.
> "No! Nononono, not the cloud!"
"Uh-huh! Little fillies have to be clean!"
> "I'll go wash up, I pro-"
>>27860360
> And then you hit the cloud, both of you tearing through it in a haze of dampness and grey.
> Bursting through the top reveals a newly clean and sopping wet filly pouting in your forehooves.
> Laughing yourself now, you reach down to lick a few stray strands of mane out of her face before looping back and settling back atop the cloud.
> Dinky calms as well, stretching out to lay on your belly as you settle on your back and spread your wings to dry.
> As her breath catches up, Dinky rests her head on your chest and smiles softly.
> "M'glad your home now, mommy."
"I am too, Muffin."
> Being freed from the demands of a twelve-hour workday had been a blessing to you both.
> No filly should have to grow up with a near-absent mother.
> She shouldn't have had to grow up without a father, either, but...
> There wasn't much of a choice in that.
> Reaching down and stroking her mane back, you lay your head back and close your eyes.
"Don't worry. I'm not going to go anywhere now. I'll always be here for you, I promise."
> "I know."
> She giggles at the touch, ears flicking.
> "I made a picture for daddy today, too. Because I know he hasta work super-duper late on Wednesdays, and I thought it'd cheer him up..."
> There's no question who she meant by 'daddy'.
> Not the stallion who'd sired her, but the one who now kept her safe and sound.
> The one who had given her a brand-new roof to live under, enough food to snack on whenever she wanted...
> ...the one who gave Dinky the time with her mommy she deserved.
"I'm sure he'll love it, Dinky. You know how hard he works for you."
> "Nuh-uh. He works hard for you too, mommy."
> Instead of answering, you lean up and give her a soft little peck on the muzzle before laying your head back.
> The earlier exhaustion was catching up with you now, the thrill having faded from your blood.
> With every passing second you can feel your eyes sliding shut and sleep...
> ..sleep...
> ...sleep.
>>27859400
He needs to get to work on his Lodging indeed. It'll fall apart because it's so flawed.You cuck
>>27859454
Actually, she'll prefer they remain friends
>>27860367
> The next thing you know, Dinky is urgently nudging you.
> "Mommy?"
> Rising with a little shake of your head, you glance around -
> - and jump with a sudden start, rolling from the cloud in surprise.
> Dinky gives a little shriek, but she's safely wrapped in your hooves.
> The sun had slipped far lower, the sky now a deep orange-red.
> How long had you slept for?!
> "Mommy?"
"I - I know, Muffin. It's late, I'm sorry!"
> "It's okay, Mommy. I- eek!"
> You'd dived for the ground with little warning, wings tucked and vision blurring.
> Damn, your eyes were acting up again!
> Fear began to worm its way into your heart; you couldn't tell if the lights were on in your home!
"Dinky, is Daddy home yet?"
> Please, please, please-
> "I - I don't think so. Mommy, what's wrong?"
> Not home yet, and the sun already that far down?
> You're both relieved and terrified.
> On the one hand, you'd have time before he did...
> ...on the other, if it was this late...
> Touching down outside - you didn't care to risk diving through the same window you'd left from, not while your eyes were acting up - you immediately begin issuing orders in your best 'mother voice'.
"Dinky, go to your room and take your dinner. Finish up your homework, too. Daddy will come see you when he's ready."
> "But Mommy-"
"No buts, Dinky. Go, now."
> Entering the kitchen, you're relieved to see the pot on the stove still warmed by the embers glowing beneath it.
> Good, no cold dinner at least.
> "Mommy - the picture!"
> You freeze.
> The picture, of course...
> Sniffling softly, Dinky hangs her head.
> "I wanted to show Daddy the picture..."
> Walking gently to her side, you lean down and rest your forehead gently to hers, eyes closed.
"I know, Muffin. I know. But I think Daddy's going to be really, really tired if he gets home this late. He'll want to have some time to relax."
> "Mommy-"
"I'm sorry, Muffin. He'll come look at it later, okay?"
>>27860427
> Head hanging, Dinky turns and slinks off to her room - saddlebags filled with schoolwork being dragged after her.
> You watch for just a moment before emotion can no longer afford to come before practicality.
> Dinner is doled out in rapid fashion, three bowls filled and one delivered to Dinky's room.
> She barley looks up from her desk as you enter, ears not even pricking at the sound of your hoofsteps.
> Your heart aches, but it's too late to pause for a moment longer.
> A second bowl is set at a perfectly-prepared table before you rush to your room, hauling open the locked drawer at the foot of his bed.
> You already know what he'll want tonight.
> The corset is shrugged on over your barrel, but your wings seem to take on a mind of their own - twitching and flicking, refusing to sink through the holes cut for them.
> No, no - not now!
> You always got so damn clumsy when you were nervous!
> Easy - he wasn't here yet.
> Deep breaths to calm yourself, and...
> There they go, straight in.
> Tightening the corset is easy, but the socks slip from your grasp repeatedly - oaths against your own stupid clumsiness sputtered from your lips.
> When they're finally on, the rest is easy - bow slipped on to your tail with practiced motions, gathering it up into a bundle around your dock.
> The choker on your throat, snapping into place with an easy familiarity.
> A breath of relief, from your lips - somehow, you'd managed to be ready.
> Not ten minutes later the door again, heavy thuds echoing as his steps hit the wooden floorboards.
> When Anonymous appears, you're seated on your haunches beside the table, head bowed and ears wings pinned submissively for him.
"...welcome home, sir. Everything is ready for you."
> "Hmmm."
> His grunt is equal parts tiredness and approval.
> You can feel his gaze responsible for that part, roving over you and settling on the contours of your slim barrel and well-sized haunches framed by the corset and socks.
>>27860457
> Enjoying, yes, but also judging.
> A silent prayer is given to Celestia that nothing had been forgotten from the outfit...
> "Izzit hot?"
"Dinner is still hot for you, yes."
> "Mmmm."
> As close to approval as Anonymous would give on a night like this.
> Settling in his chair with a chorus of creaks backed by a hefty sigh, Anonymous sticks out his legs beneath the table.
> You know that cue.
> Each shoe is removed and the foot beneath massaged lightly with your wings, long hours of experience having taught you never to use the hooves.
> Somewhere above, the clink of spoon on china tells you he's begun to eat.
> Sighing in silent thanks, you jump again when Anonymous snaps his fingers, then pats his thighs.
> Of course.
> Normally /that/ would come later, but if he's home so late now...
> Delicately you reach forward, taking the zipper of his pants in your teeth and drawing it down.
> He's already quite erect beneath - you must have done a good job with your outfit - and easy to take into your mouth.
> Delicately you begin to suckle, drawing your lips along the shaft in slow, sensuous movements.
> No real use of your tongue is made yet - if Anonymous wanted to finish now, he'd certainly... make it clear.
> And many a long night of your haunches burning from a... correction with his belt when you'd gone too far had long since taught you how to keep him happy without reaching that climax.
> As you suckle his shaft, its easy to fall into a kind of stupor - like gliding on an easy breeze.
> Best to put what you were doing out of mind anyhow.
> At last, though, he stands - drawing himself out of your mouth with no warning.
> "M'gonna shower. Y'got thirty minutes, then I want you in bed."
"...of course."
> You don't dare emerge from beneath the table until he was gone, but then you're in a whirlwind of motion.
> The table is emptied, the pot scraped out and its contents jarred for storage in the icebox.
>>27860463
> Your own dinner is inhaled - carefully; you dare not get even a speck of food on your outfit - and both sets of bowls washed.
> Celestia smiled on you and allowed you to handle everything without dropping or breaking anything.
> A small mercy, on a night like this.
> But even then, time passed far too quickly.
> You are setting up things for breakfast's making when Anonymous' heavy footsteps return, accompanied by a low growl:
> "Thought I said I wanted you in bed..."
> Ducking your head apologetically, you murmur:
"I'm sorry. I dropped something, I had to clean it up..."
> A total lie, of course, but he'd be content to blame it on-
> "You're too fucking clumsy, you know that? Should've worn that stupid eyepatch if you can't keep your eyes on what you're doing."
"I - I think I lost it. I'm sorry - just, you know how airheaded I can be..."
> "Damn right you are."
> A tense silence follows, broken only when you speak in a small voice.
"D-Dinky made a picture for you. She's done her homework already, but I think she'd want to show it to you..."
> "Why didn't you tell me earlier?!"
"It just - just slipped my mind. I'm s-"
> "Don't you dare say 'sorry'. Just think better."
> Your head falls lower, cheeks and heart burning with shame at Anonymous' words.
> After a moment, he grunts again.
> "Fine. I'll be a little longer. Get your damn work done and get into bed."
"...of course."
> And then he's off, padding towards your foal's room as you suddenly become aware of how hard your heart was beating.
> While you finished up, one ear was kept pricked towards Dinky's room.
> Not that you had to fear.
> The filly occupied a special place in Anonymous' heart, an impenetrable bastion that no foul mood could ever breach.
> Whatever might happen, he would always make a place - make time - for her.
> And that was what mattered, wasn't it?
> No matter what he demanded of you, for Dinky he'd always be there.
>>27860475
> All you had to do was keep her in her room when Anonymous demanded your... attentions.
> Or came home late.
> Tiptoeing past her door, you pause as voices float out:
> Dinky's, raised in pride, but also Anonymous' - warm and loving, praising and calm.
> The kind of tone he'd used to use with you.
> Holding back a sniffle until you were away, you climb onto the bed and set about your final task for the night.
> You'd made him later coming to bed, so he'd want something special.
> Again the drawer at the foot of the bed was opened, and more withdrawn from within it.
> You shudder softly as the leather cuffs slip around your forelegs, squirming at the touch of a dead thing's hide on your coat.
> But Anonymous loved them, and so you dim the room's lamp and fix yourself in place:
> The cuffs' chains clipped to the bedposts and the bindings themselves pulled shut with your teeth.
> Slumping down, you are left in an awkward position - forelegs outstretched by the chains and your chest dropped helplessly to the bed.
> In contrast, your hindlegs were free to raise your hips to the air, presenting your nethers and teats for him to enjoy - defended only by your tail, caught in its wrap.
> An offering, in the hopes of arousing his mercy as well as his body.
> You dare not open your eyes when Anonymous enters at last, praying silently that it would be enough to deter him from making tonight any worse.
> The moment he snuffs the lamp and climbs on the bed, you know it will not.
> His hands run down you, caressing your wings and slipping beneath your belly to cup your teats.
> "You can be a real riot sometimes, Derpy, you know that?"
> Silken, predatory - that tone, too, is one that is familiar to you.
> "It's so cute how you try, doing this to yourself. Pretending you're something better. Something... more appealing. But you're still just the same dumb little mailmare who couldn't make it anywhere else."
>>27860496
> A single tear runs down your cheek, thankfully invisible in the night's darkness.
> Leaning over you - crushing you down against the bed, beneath his bulk, Anonymous whispers in your ear:
> "Well, what the hell. At least you're good at this bit."
> And then he is in you, hard and fast - stretching your sex painfully and raking your passages with his shaft.
> Your hips ache and small mewls are ripped from your throat as he ravages you, eyes squeezed shut in a fruitless attempt to drive out what was happening.
> His... enthusiasm finishes things quickly, but instead of ending them, he gets up to wash again - leaving you bound in place, his seed seeping out to dry in your thighs' coat.
> When he returns, it begins once more.
> This time he is slower, but far more vicious.
> Hands circle around the choker on your throat, pinning and squeezing.
> His entire weight seems to crush down on you, overwhelming your every sense.
> Wings flutter helplessly against his bulk, but he only uses his arms to pin them down before tightening his grip on your throat.
> Words are again hissed into your ear:
> "I own you. Don't ever fucking forget that, Derpy. To them, you're nothing but a stupid fucking whore of a mare - but I gave you a home, a place, a bed for you and your daughter. Don't ever forget that!"
> Pleading is no use, even when your lungs burn for lack of air.
> At last Anonymous is done, barely managing to undo your cuffs before he collapses to the bed and falls fast asleep.
> One arm circles your belly, while the other remains tucked between your hindlegs in a reminder of what he demands.
> You lay wide awake for hour after, however, tears now running freely on your cheeks.
> Because, in truth, he was right.
> You weren't anything more than a clumsy fool of a mare who couldn't even keep a stallion after you'd lifted your tale for him.
> A mistake of a pony who'd gotten in deeper than she ever should have.
>>27860510
> Dinky was too young to see most of it, but even she must have wondered why the light in every stallion's eyes went out when they saw her at your side.
> You were nothing.
> Used goods - too damaged in the head to be trusted, and your filly evidence of your foolishness.
> Anonymous, though...
> He'd courted you, brought you in to his home...
> Worked all day to ensure there would be money for all of you...
> Given Dinky a place in his heart.
> And that was what really mattered the most, wasn't it?
> At the end of the day, you would wear whatever outfits he wanted on you, accept whatever words he threw at you, pleasure him wherever and however he wanted.
> You would be his stupid, clumsy, whore of a pony.
> Because as long as Dinky had a home, it didn't matter what happened to you.
> As long as she saw the predator's gleam in his eyes when he looked at you, never knew how you debased yourself to please him...
> As long as he encouraged her to study and make friends, smiled at her, tacked her drawings up on the icebox...
> ...then you were doing your one most important job right.
> You were being a mother.
And all done. Any good?
>>27860529
I thought it was boring. Sorry man
>>27860529
Having been 'Dinky' in this situation IRL to similar circumstances, all i can say is that I didn't really enjoy reading it; it brought back some old feels, though that's just me Anon. Doesn't mean it's bad or anything!
>>27860529
You monster
(No cliffhangers now keep it goin)
>>27860427
>>27860457
>>27860463
>>27860475
>>27860496
>>27860510
>>27860529
I'm not to big a fan of what you wrote about. That being said though it was really well written.
bump for pending green
>>27831526
just be better than the guy who left her and make him regret
>It had been years since you had ended up in this technicolor world
>After a few hours of terrifying shock you had been entrusted to some purple unicorn for examination
>Apparently a bald naked alien dropping in from who knew where was a bit of a concern
>She ran a few tests on you to ensure you weren't a threat
>You're sure that if you were conscious during the first part of examinations you would have been more help
>All the tests were simple enough
>Nothing that a first year psych student wouldn't try
>After her test were finished she introduced you to her friends
>Some more annoying than others but they were all harmless enough
>The orange one even gave you a place to sleep in a re-purposed tool shed
>it was no mansion but it would beat sleeping out in the cold
>After a months of acclimation you had started to try to help out where you could
>Simple jobs and handy man work
>The fact that most of these tiny ponies only came up to just above your waist made you more useful for getting at things harder to reach
>You also came to find out that you were quite a bit heavier than them by a wide margin
>You were no scholar but if you were to take a guess is was due to the relatively small size of this land
>Your strength and agility were much better than it was back home
>Everything felt like you were walking in low gravity
>After a small existential crisis upon realizing there may not be a "path back to where you belong" as Luna put it
>You decided to try to make your mark on this world
>Twilight had an in with the Guard through her brother
>It was a few tense weeks waiting on that letter
>One morning you woke to the sounds of struggle
>You walked out of the front door to your shack
>>27861901
>What you saw was the grey mail mare that sometimes delivered your paychecks
>She didn't get all the way to the delivering part this time though
>On her way towards your shack she had gotten stuck in an apple tree
>She hung there in the tree struggling against the strap of her mailbag that was entangled in the branches
>You had opened the door to see her still trying to reach out to your mailbox with your letter held gently in her teeth
>You didn't know a pony could blush so hard it showed through their coats before that
>You let her down out of the tree with ease
>Just opting to snap the branches that held her mailbag and by extension her
>She stuck around wondering what it was that Canterlot had sent you in a gold trimmed envelope
"I got it."
>"Got what?"
>she looked up at you quizzically
>You leaped into the air forgetting your strength for a moment
"I GOT THE SPOT"
>It was only when you started coming back down did you realize the age old saying
>What goes up
>You looked down on the top of the very tree you had just pulled Derpy from
>Must come down
>As you came crashing through the branches and landed hard on your ass
>She was over to you in an instant checking you over to make sure you were unharmed
>"You okay?"
>You grinned at her now at eye level
"I'll be fine. Just bruised my pride that's all"
>She laughed at that before fluttering back off again to resume her route
>Once the all the proper paperwork was filled out you backed your few belongings and headed off to the guard training center in Canterlot
>The training was easy for you
>Didn't stop those Drill Instructors from being complete assholes most of the time
>But as you looked back at it that's what they were there for
>Training you under high stress so that you could react normally under high stress
>You graduated with top marks eventually
>>27861913
>They had to make a custom set of armor just for you
>You saw all six of those ponies from Ponyville when you graduated
>Through to be honest they seemed to be there as a formality rather than there for you
>A few sat in the stands that you recognized
>The purple drunk from the bar you frequented when you had the spare bits
>And that grey mail mare
>With a tiny pink filly next to her
>That's a new development
>No one in town had ever mentioned that she had a filly
>After the graduation ceremony you stood idly by watching as the families of the other stallions came up to congratulate them
>"Hi Mr. Anon!"
>You looked over to the tiny filly
>She had the same golden eyes as her mother from what you saw
>She followed in tow behind her daughter
>"You look awesome in that armor Mr. Anon!"
>You bent down on a knee
"Its nothing special really. Just imagine me trying to squeeze into the regular suits."
>The little filly started giggling at the mental image
>The gray Pegasus walked up behind her daughter
>"Are you Bothering the nice man?"
"Not at all"
>You replied for her
>After a few moments of idle chatting and a barrage of questions from Dinky you get yourself ready to head back to the barracks to grab your things
>Derpy must have taken notice of the others leaving with families
>"You shouldn't be all alone on your big day"
tobecontinued.jojo
Food now. Storytime and possible consensual cuddles later
>>27861925
>tobecontinued.jojo
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y1u9RuRprq4
>>27861925
Awww
>>27860427
Well written but the story is dark
>>27861901
This is nice
>>27861925
I'm really interested.
>>27831363
I hope Timber Spruce steals your waifu, YOU HORRIBLE MONSTER!
>>27867166
>Timber
>yfw Flutterfag's kid is cucking everyone else
>>27860529
Derpy is not for abuse.
Ever.
