The pony store is out of ponies and this is the only one they have in stock. Would you?
>>27891219
Yessexually
>>27891219
Trow Salt
>>27891219
What, no, I want the autistic rock pony, not the bitch pony.
Thank god they had the one I wanted.
HOLY FUCK THERE'S A PONY STORE?!
>>27891219
"And you're really all out of Trixies?"
"Yes sir, this is the only one we have left, it's a real shelve warmer haha"
>Do a 360 and walk away
>>27891219
Praise my luck that they have my waifu
>>27891219
What an interesting way to start a Limestone thread.
Do you think that writefag who said he'd write some Limestone green after he was done with theTwilight/Rarity/story he was working on will show up?Sweetie Bellescat prostitiution
>>27891219
I'd go order one I want on Amazon
>>27891219
Wait for a vintage S5 Glimmer to be available online? Yes please, I mean the newer ones are shit anyways.
>>27891322
>Twilight/Rarity/Sweetie Belle scat prostitiution
nigger what
>>27891219
yes , every Pie sister is a cute.no ponka waifu though
>>27891322
>Twilight/Rarity/Sweetie Belle scat prostitiution
That story was so fucking unf
>>27891224when is pone not for sexual?
>>27891359
Never
>>27891353
Where's the link
>>27891322
hi that's me, I got kinda lazy and got far enough into the other one that I could just wrap it up quickly and put on a pastebin or leave it until another one of thoserare scatthreads comes about again.
I'm at work atm, I kind of forget what the prompt was that made me want to write, but I'll think of something since its been a bit since I've written a non-oneshot green.
>>27891219
Buy immediately.
>>27891322
All i can see
>>27891388
Pls gib link to the story
>>27891387
http://pastebin.com/YR4xdMc0
>>27891219
Buy the hell out of that pony and make her a paper mache model of Houlder's Boulder.
>>27891282
It's more like a pony adoption center, but yeah.
>>27891388
>When I'm done with that, I'll take a shot at some Limestone tsundere hate-sex for yall.
, is what you said.
>>27891359
Hey, I'm just trying to not make this horse for you!
>>27891444
Shut up trips Carlos.
>>27891219
Yes, I would apply for a job at the pony store. Need you even ask?
>>27891402
Unf
>>27891454
>54
You act like it was one awful joke!
>>27891473
>>27891219
yes yes yes !!!
>>27891490
Are you well?
>>27891514
I'm as healthy as a horse!
>>27891490
No , you are person.
>>27891418
Thanks, when I get home (and if I still reign over the two pokegyms i took a couple days ago) I'll gib it a shot. It'll be my first time writing something non-fetishy, but thats ok
>>27891219
Sure thing, I already sold out the rest of the store, why would I leave one behind?
>>27891219test
>>27891760
>bought out
Ftfy
>>27891767
Now you’ve established that you know how to spoiler tag, don't get too reckless here.
>>27891698
>You're the Anon guy.
>Be walking aside the bubbling Pinkie Pie.
>She hops down the road, popping joyous giggles as she lands.
>It's really odd seeing her so happy all of the time.
>In any situation she seems to have a smile on her face.
>Even now, as you two are walking down a faded dirt path through a treeless field.
>You understand that this is the first time you'll be meeting her family on their tock farm, but damn is the atmosphere depressing.
>Pinkie does not seem to be stifled, springing along at the same speed you're walking.
>Side by side.
>Through a grey field of nothing.
>It's been an hour or so since you two had left the train station and your feet are beginning to hurt.
>You make idle chitchat with Pinkie, hoping she can save all of the outbursts for when you do get there.
>Unfazed, Pinkie manages to keep propelling herself into the air as a substitute for walking.
>Eventually, you finally see a tiny house and little lump on the horizon indicating that at least something existed out here in this wasteland.
>"OOH! Look!" Pinkie squeaks.
>You feel one of her legs wrap around your midsection.
>She's pointing towards the location with her other hoof.
>"There it is! Ohmygosh I can-NOT wait to show you to my family they will all absolutely-tutely LOVE you, especially Marble! Well, actually, she doesn't talk much, but the point is--"
>You stop paying attention to the babbling bubblegum pony and her voice slowly becomes white noise as she goes on and on about her family. About how you're going to have a great time and whatnot.
>After a few minutes of nonstop Pinkie noises, you approach a small wooden house.
>The house is grey with no notable qualities.
>The lump you saw earlier seems to be a giant egg-shaped boudler sitting on the edge of a quarry.
>Apart from that there are no other decorations to be found, everything was as bland as the scenery around it.
>You stand, waiting in front of the door as Pinkie takes a few steps forward.
>>27891359
Sauce.
>>27891512
>Anon pets pony in spite of growling, furled brow, and vein bulging from her head.
>Assumes pony is secretly loving every minute
Anon is the type of guy that gets bitten by dogs a lot, I take it.
>>27891219
>"I'm sorry, sir, but this is the only one we have in stock."
>"Touch me, and I'll fucking tear out your fucking heart!"
>You look down at this little adorable sack of shit, and you can't help but smile, as an ingenious idea pops in your mind
"No probs, I'll take her"
>"FUCK YOU!"
>"Sir, are you quite sure? Many of our customers have returned her, due to her crude and uncoth manners"
>"BITCH ASS NIGGER!"
"Yep, I'm quite sure..."
>"You delivered a mighty right hook across the fucker's face, knocking out Limestone stone-cold
>Heh, stone-cold, get it?
>I suck at jokes, blow me
>Anyway
>You tuck your unconscious pony under your arm, and left the store with purposeful, manly stride
>"ANON, YOU COCK-SUCKING FAGGOT, LET ME OUT!!!"
>You crank up the volume on your TV, drowning out Limestone's voice as she screeches from the confines of your bedroom closet
>Not even as a full-grown did the fear of monsters of living in your bedroom closet has left you
>For years you always had trouble getting to sleep, often lying awake at night, dreading to hear that door creak ever so slowly open...
>Not anymore
>Now, with that little shit chained in there, no motherfucking monster is ever want to come out of that closet
>Finally, you're safe at night, and can sleep peacefully
>Well, mostly anyway
>You're still trying to figure out how to shut that little fucker up
>It is night time, and you are snuggled up in bed, deep asleep, and not a peep from little shit in the closet
>"Psst..."
>You rumble something
>"Psst...Hey, Anon..."
>Oh shit...
>You slowly open your eyes, and stradding over you is the freakiest fucking monster you have ever seen in your life!
"...."
>"Good job in blocking the closet. But, did you forget to check underneath the bed?"
>Ohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshit
>Then the fucker gives you its most blood-chilling grin, as it whips out its monster cock
>"Now, pucker up baby...Because it's going to be a looooooooooooooooong night..."
>>27891870
>Pinkie knocks twice on the wooden door and then springs back to your side.
>...
>You hear some hoofsteps, and the door opens. In a single file line four ponies walk out.
>An older-looking stallion with a black hat that pilgrims wore or something. Followed by a middle-aged mare with her hair done up in a bun.
>It's pretty easy to tell that they were Pinkie Pie's parents, leaving the three sisters she never stopped talking about.
>Out next came Maud, who you knew from the times she's visited Pinkie. She looked... normal as ever.
>The last two mares you had never seen before, and before you could get a chance to think Pinkie starts her grand introduction.
>"Hi mom, hi dad!" She bounces towards them and wraps two hooves around their necks.
>The two older ponies didn't seem to return much of the excitement in the emotional hug their daughter was giving, but Applejack had informed you beforehand that they might be that way.
>"Greetings, Pinkie." the amber stallion spoke, "Who hast thou brought before us?"
>Do they normally talk like that?
>You don't know if you should find that adorable or haughty.
>Pinkie breaks the hug and stands by you again.
>"THIIIIIS," she gestures to you, "Is my friend Anonymous! He's a HYOOMAN from OUTER SPACE!"
>While she delivers that sentence with a lot of energy, it doesn't seem to catch on among the members of her family.
>They do not seem surprised at all at your appearance, their expressions remain stern as they were from the start.
>>27892145
>Apart from the long-maned mare, of whom you make brief eye contact with and she blushes and turns her head to look in the other direction.
>You don't like answering a million questions, so their reactions are a good thing in your book.
>A moment passes and the one stallion extends a hoof for you to shake.
>"Igneous Rock, I am pleased to make your acquaintance."
>He and his wife give a genuinely humble smile through their serious appearance.
>You shake his hoof with your hand, and his wife introduces herself.
>"They calleth me Cloudy Quartz."
>She, however, does not extend a hoof, so after a second of awkward silence you just bow a tiny bit in acknowledgement.
"Nice to meet you."
>This must be part of their traditions or something AJ mentioned.
>Their expressions do make you feel welcome, even though it wasn't what you were expecting.
>You continue down the line of ponies.
>"Hello, Anonymous." you hear in a monotone voice.
"Hello, Maud, nice to see you."
>You get no further response or a hoof to shake, so you assume you're done with the hoof shaking.
>Turning to the next mare, she's sporting a somewhat stylish mane and beautiful yellowish eyes.
>She lookes pissed though, and as she opens her mouth to speak, Pinkie rushes in, pushing another very young mare in between her and Maud.
>"Look who I found trying to escape! Silly Marble Pie!"
>You glance down at the little horse.
>Slowly she tilts her head back to look up at you, but recoils back down as soon as her eyes meet yours.
>She's covering her face with her long hair.
>"Aren't you gonna say 'hi' to Anonymous? He's our guest!" Pinkie prods.
>She turns her head towards Maud and you hear a faint, "Hi...".
>Aww, she has such a sweet voice, you want to hear her talk more, but the last pony starts as soon as her sister finishes.
>>27892227
>"Ok, so..."
>The blue coated mare starts talking and her gravely voice immediately puts you on-edge.
>"I'm Limestone Pie. First off, I run this farm. There are rules here, and if you don't follow them, I don't care if you're Pinkie's friend, you're out."
>This is way different than what you were expecting.
>"I'll go over most rules later, but the absolute MOST important one is that you do NOT touch Holder's Boulder."
>She points a hoof at that bigass rock on the edge of the quarry.
>"If you touch it even once, I WILL know, and you will be off of this farm before you can even blink!"
>Holy shit this pony was a dick.
>You were expecting cozy cuddles in a farmhouse without much else to do out here.
>But you're going to have to share a house with this mare?
>You hope she's just joking.
>But the look on her face is hostile and unforgiving.
>"Got it?!" She barks.
>This tiny, horse is making you feel like the smallest thing on this farm.
>Not wanting any trouble, you nod.
>She acknowledges the gesture by turning around and walking back inside the house.
>You seem to be the only one taken aback by her rudeness, the other Pies didn't even watch her as she walked away.
>They don't seem any different.
>Igneous speaks up.
>"Maud will show thou to thy room, please consider our home as yours for thy stay here."
>Good, you hope it's far away from piss-cereal the horse.
>You follow Maud up the flight of stairs, Pinkie trailing behind.
>You come across a set of doors lining a hallway.
"So, which one am I in?"
>"The attic." Maud responds coldly.
>She reaches up and pulls on a string.
With a clunk, the ladder falls, giving you passage up into the attic.
>...
>This would normally piss you off, but you know at least that you won't have to be near Limestone Pie at all.
>"AWW, cmon, Maud? Why can't Anon stay in the guest room?"
>"Limestone is holding rock supplies in there. She said she didn't want anyone messing with her stuff."
>>27892382
Off to a good start, but
>Maud will show thou to thy room
Prithee consult yonder chart.
>>27891219
If she'd be useful.
>>27891219
Nope, I don't need no mud pony. It's unicorn or nothing.
>>27892590
>>27892382
>"WHAT?! Just because she gets all grumpy-pants over her farm doesn't mean she can just make Anon sleep in the attic!"
>It's good to hear that Pinkie is on your side, but it really isn't that bad in your head.
>You can see the mattress up there is big enough for a human.
>You also don't want to make that pissy pony even more pissy.
>So you decide to object.
>But it's too late.
>Pinkie is no longer by your side.
>You look around confused.
"Where did Pinkie go?"
>"She went to set up a bed in the guest room for you."
>Maud hadn't moved.
"Well... okay..."
>You stand there silently for a moment.
"Wouldn't that make Limestone mad?"
>"Yes."
>...
>That's it, just a "yes"?
>You decide not to ask anything else and just look for Pinkie.
>The farthest door in the hall contains the guest room it seems.
>Pinkie Pie is there, unraveling all of the stuff you and her brought along.
>She placed your stuff on and inside the nightstand it seemed.
>It's dark out now, but the lamp illuminates the other side of the room.
>Rocks. Lots of rocks.
>Big rocks, small rocks, and everything in between, all crammed onto the right side of the room.
>There are rocks on the bunk beds, on the other nightstand.
>But the fact that the other two bunk beds are completely untouched riles you up.
>Limestone was going to make you sleep in the attic even though there isn't just one, but TWO perfectly fine beds in here?
>The next time you see her, you're going to need to say some things.
>"There!" Pinkie says when she finishes setting up everything.
>"Oh, hi Anon! I got you a less-icky and not-dumb-attic bed."
>She sits up on the bed and waits for you to come over.
>You slump on the bed and notice that she did it up like your bed at Sugarcube Corner.
>>27891512
more like this
>>27891219
It's the only one I want.
>>27892637
Posting tsundere-bullshit.gif in every Limestone thread isn't going to convince anyone that tsundere is bad or that Limstone doesn't secretly love it.
>>27891293
>360 and walk away
>360
I really hope thats a shitty joke Anon.
>>27892464
Yeah I was trying to avoid the old english speak as much as possible for this exact reason.
>>27892636
>You appreciate the small things Pinkie does for you.
>Since you've started your new life in Equestria, it's been a pleasure that Pinkie Pie has been so kind as to offer you a place to stay back in Ponyville.
>You've learned so much through Pinkie and through her friends, who are... mostly... just as kind as her.
>One thing you noticed the first day is how thin covers are on beds here.
>Because ponies already have a fur coat, they don't need many more layers to stay warm in bed.
>During really cold nights, ponies would sleep in the same bed, and it isn't culturally weird at all.
>You've slept in Pinkie's bed multiple times, and she tends to snuggle up with you.
>The only problem is that sleeping alone is almost always freezing.
>You don't know exactly what Pinkie does to your bed, but she folds it in a way so that the layers are thick enough to keep you warm in your own bed at Sugarcube Corner.
>She even took her time to do it to the bed here.
"Thanks Pinkie, I really appreciate it."
>"No problem!"
>You stretch back and lay down on the bed.
>Pinkie starts trotting away and slows to a stop.
>This catches your attention, as you glance over your chest to look at her.
>"...Hey Anon?"
>Pinkie turns around.
"Yes, Pinkie?"
>"I hope you don't think Limestone is mean or anything, she can just sometimes be... that way to ponies."
>That doesn't convince you, but you're tired so you nod her off.
"Don't worry Pink, I'm sure she's a nice pony. Plus it's only day one."
>"Oh... OH! Good!"
>She grins widely, happy at your response.
>You yawn, hoping she gets the memo.
>"Well alright then, I'll let you get some sleep. See ya in the morning 'Non!"
"You too Pinkie."
>The door shuts behind the pink pony, and without much hesitation you turn the light off a doze off to sleep.
>>27892673
It's been a meem since before you were born, son
>>27892722
need more green
I want anon to start calling her Limey and she pretends to get pissed off but she secretly likes it.
>>27892737
Oh, good. I thought he was just really stupid.
>>27892774
Writing as fast as I can nigga.
>>27892722
*TING*
>Uuggghhhh...
*TING* *TING*
>Guh, where are you?
*TING*
>Oh yeah, you were sleeping, what the fuck is that loud sound?
>You rub your eyes and notice that it's still very dark out.
>The lamp is back on, and there's another pony in the room.
*TING* *TING*
"Who's there?"
>Your voice is groggy, but the noise stops momentarily.
>You see a blurry pony clanging some metal object against the rocks on the other side of the room.
>Your vision focuses, but before you recognize the pony, the voice gives it away.
>"Look, if you insist on ignoring my request and sleeping in here anyways, this is what you get. I have work to do."
>Work at fucking 11pm? Fuck this horse.
>"You have two choices, fall asleep to the lovely, sharp sounds of pickaxe against rock, or that cozy attic bed I was letting you sleep in in the first place."
>Fuck this entitled bitch, you'll pick the one she likes less even if it kills you.
>You equip your sleepiest-looking face and lay back down on the bed.
>An audible angry grunt comes from Limestone.
>Her tears are delicious to you.
>The short minute of peace is interrupted by...
*TING* *TING* *TING*
>Even louder this time.
>She's doing this just to spite you.
>Mmf.
*TING* *TING*
>You reach up to the bunk bed above you and pull the thin covers off of it.
>You ball two ends of the fabric and stick them hard into your ears.
>...
>Huh.
>It actually worked.
>The tinging sound is much more muffled, muffles enough you could just ignore it due to how faint it is.
>You release a relieved sigh and drift back off into sleep.
>Hmm?
>You're awake again?
>You open your eyes and find no light on and no pony working across from you.
>Good riddance to her.
>But holy damn, are you cold.
>You glance at the windows to see if they're shut.
>Oh shit.
>It's snowing hard outside.
>You can hardly see the lamp outside due to how thick the snow is raining down.
>>27892906
>You place a hand on the corner of the window and feel a huge draft.
>Wow, these aren't too good of windows.
>It's a good thing you have this extra bedsheet.
>You don't know exactly what pinkie does to make your bed, but you fold it a couple times and lay it on your current blanket.
>It's good enough, you feel warm again.
>You start getting comfortable when you start hearing a soft clicking sound above you.
>It better not be bugs or some shit.
>You try to push that thought out of your mind.
>...
>But you're too paranoid.
>You see some magazine on the nightstand and snag it quietly.
>Sneakily, you slip out from under your covers and straighten your back.
>When you stand up all the way, you see a slump in the top bunk.
>It's almost impossible to distinguish in the darkness, but it kind of looks like a mutant pony-sized mega spider.
"Are you a monster?"
>You say to the mega spider like a 5 year old.
>"What? Huh? Who's there?" the spider responds in Limestone Pie's voice.
>Your fear melts away for a second, and then freezes back up as you realize you woke up Limestine.
"Uhh, Anon..."
>She pauses.
>"Wowza, no surprises there." She says sarcastically, "Leave m-me alone, will ya? I'm t-trying to sleep."
>You notice the stutters in her speech and remember:
>You have her blanket.
>She's trying to sleep this ice cold night off without a blanket.
>You notice her head lay back down and the clicking (which you assume is her teeth chattering) resumes.
>You feel a little bad, but not enough, as you get back under the 2 blankets in your bed.
>It's soon that you notice among the occasional chattering that the bedframe is shaking becayse of her shivering.
>It doesn't take long before you feel like a dick.
>So you get up and decide to propose something to Limestone that you feel like you're going to regret.
"Umm, Limestone?" You start off.
>You hear a forced breath, followed by:
>"Yeah, what?"
>>27891219
I'd try to kick her for being such a cunt
>>27892666
Fuck off satan I do what I want.
>>27893117
>It still feels weird to say this, even to Pinkie.
"Since you're cold, there's enough room on the bottom bunk for both of us."
>"PFF, HA!"
>The mare scoffs.
>"I'd r-rather freeze to death than share a b-b-bed with a weird monkey man."
>Wow what a cunt.
"Do you not have a room or bed of your own to sleep in then?"
>"N-no."
>Huh, they were short on rooms you thought, but you'd at least expect the eldest daughter to have somewhere to sleep.
>Limestone just sits curled on the bed, shivering, waiting for you to go away.
"Suit yourself then."
>You slip back under the two blankets.
>Now you really feel bad about taking hers.
>A couple minutes of sitting in guilty warmth and you decide to suck it up and go the night in only one cover.
>You remove yourself yet again from the comfort of your bed and toss the sheet over Limestone.
>She squirms for a split second, but doesn't object when she notices what's going on.
>You tuck the blanket under her body lightly and feel just how cold she actually is.
>It was cold enough that you wonder if it could be legitimately bad for her health.
>Why is she doing this to herself?
>You lay in bed for what seems like hours and sleep never comes.
>It is just too fucking cold without that second blanket.
>And on top of that you think you just heard the chattering of teeth again.
>Fuck it, you're moving to the attic.
>You ball up the blanket and stand back up.
>Just as you're about to open the door, you get the feeling like you should check something.
>You sneak your way back over to the bunk and find Limestone still curled up, still shivering, and teeth still chattering.
>You touch her coat and-
>Holy shit she's definitely too cold.
>Using your human size advantage, you scoop up Limestone Pie as well as her blanket and cradle her in your arms.
>Her yellow eyes seem to gleam through the darkness.
>You can feel her body rejecting you holding her.
>She kicks weakly at your chest.
>But her eyes tell a different story.
>>27891219
I'd buy her and i'd make her feel so good she'd stop bitching and become my best friend that i fuck on a daily basis.
>>27893275
>The ladder to the attic was still down.
>You take the frozen pony up the ladder, sitting on the mattress when you get to the top.
>It's so much nicer here, heat really does rise, and even though it isn't necessarily warm, anything is better than the guest room.
>You place Limestone beside you and pull the two blankets over the both of you.
>When you feel the blankets still quivering from Limestone, you can't help but pull her curled body into a big embrace.
>The mare is shocked for a moment, but loosens up as the shared body heat thaws the almost-frozen pony.
>Finally, you feel comfortable both physically and emotionally.
>Limestone melts in between your arms and begins to uncurl.
>She scoots down a bit to a more comfortable position and plants her face on your chest.
>She lets out one big sigh and stops shivering altogether.
>The night finally ends, leaving a lot of questions for tomorrow, but for now you finally get to sleep.
>>27893371
I will be continuing this later, have some errands to run. I'm really enjoying writing this so far.
>>27893371
i will wait for the next green take your time
>>27893423
hurry up i can't wait much longer
Can someone tell me where i can find the storie from Anonymous wo he find a baby front of is hous?
He gave the baby some warm milk after there was a storm outside
That the last things waht i remember :(
>>27893423
it's been an hour
hurry up faggot
>>27891219
>Would you?
>You look at the cutie mark, the angry expression
>clearly, this is a pony that hasn't realized her true destiny
>"I'll take her. Got a pony carrier?"
>And with that, you take the grumpiest mare in Equestria home in the back seat.
*RRRRRRRRIIP*
>the carrier didn't last a minute after you put it down
>she's got her nose into an empty grocery bag and-
*HUUUURRRK*
>pony apparently gets the motion sickness
>you pick up the nauseated earthpone carefully after the drive, dumping the barf bag in the dumpster outside your apartment
>"Would you like something to drink?"
*gurgle*
>"I'll take that as a yes then."
>Bowl full of tequila, rimmed with salt, check
>Bowl full of sliced lime wedges, check
"This smells."
>"Old Anon family recipe for getting sick like that. Lick the salt, take a swallow from the bowl, bite a lime."
"..."
"...my sister's the weird one, but you're pretty close."
*lick SLUUUURP CHOMP*
>the sour expression melts into shock
>grey hair poofs into curls and you swear you can see rainbows going off in her eyes
>the frown is upside down
"What is this magic?"
>you hold up the bottle of golden elixir
"P-patron?"
>"Together, you and I will make your true destiny real."
>years later, you send Limestone back through the portal to Equestria with some agave cuttings in her saddlebags and a bounce in every step
>The legend of Blue Stone Tequila had begun
>she never stopped smiling
>>27893899
>>27893497
You lil niggas are impatient, I'll get home soon. Although, I will definitely not get to the super-lewd part tonight though.
>>27894097
>tonight
so it will be out at 12:01, right?right?..
>>27894012
more
>>27893371
>You wake up, comfortable and warm.
>The howling winds of the previous night seem to have gone away.
>Limestone is fast asleep in your arms.
>Your shirt damp from her breath.
>With a little stretch you pull yourself off of the mattress.
>The shirt you remove and place by your side.
>You start to think about last night.
>Why was Limestone acting so weirdly?
>It can't be normal for her to sleep in the cold like that.
>Why was she so insistent on staying in that bed too?
>You can't really piece it together.
>Her calm, sleeping face distracts you from your mental debate.
>Her face is far different from the angry, bossy girl you saw yesterday.
>She seems so peaceful and so beautiful.
>You feel bad for trying to actively avoid her yesterday.
>Granted, she was a massive cock, but if Pinkie Pie knows there's some good in her, how come you can't see it?
>You feel a bit conflicted, better not judge her on your first day of knowing her
>After you change clothes, you notice the blue-coated mare's eyes flutter open.
>She gets up groggily.
>It's pretty apparent that she is kind of confused about the location she's waking up in.
"Did you sleep well?"
>You really want to know what her response will be.
>Limestone narrows her eyes and gives you a confused look, as if she didn't understand her question.
>After a couple seconds she snaps to, suddenly remembering the events of the night before.
>Her face turns red and she barks at you.
>"You do NOT tell anyone what happened yesterday, or you're off of this farm for good."
>That genuinely confuses you.
"Huh? You were freezing there. I was freezing too, but you were a lot worse. I wasn't just gonna leave you there."
>"You shouldn't have."
>What is this bitch going on about?
"And why is that?"
>She cocks her head towards you.
>She looks as if you just spat at her.
>"Can you not take any hints? I. Don't. Like. You."
>...
>"The sooner you're gone, the sooner I can get back to my work."
>...
>You don't believe Pinkie Pie anymore.
>>27894422
bless you based writefag
>>27894422
more
soon
please
>>27894422
grammar error:
*"You should have."
Back to the story:
>You just left Limestone up there in the attic.
>It's time for breakfast anyways.
>You find your way to the kitchen to only find Marble Pie at the table.
>You must be awake early.
"Morning, Marble."
>No response.
>None that you could hear, at least.
"Hey, mind telling me where I can find some breakfast?"
>You look over at her.
>One eye pokes out from the side of her mane.
>She raises a hoof, pointing towards a cabinet.
>You follow her gesture to the cabinet and open it.
>A cereal box says: Rocky Pebbles Cereal -- "Literally only rocks!"
>Meh, shouldn't be that bad.
>You pour yourself a bowl of literal rocks and sit at the table across from Marble.
>You crunch away on your rather bitter rocks that somehow don't crush your teeth.
>You blame ponyland physics.
>You'd give the cereal 2 out of 5 stars.
>As you set the bowl on the table, you notice Marble is still sitting at the table.
>She's fiddling with her hooves, but not eating anything.
>It's kind of awkward, so you try to break the silence.
"So, what do you do around here, Marble?"
>The one visible eye looks up at you and then glances back down at her hooves.
>"Mmm."
>...
>That was her response.
>It makes you chuckle a bit.
"That's not really an answer, but I guess you don't have to if you don't want."
>You're pretty confident she can hear you, she just tends to not really give any acknowledgement sometimes it seems.
>You get up and clean your dishes.
>About a minute after you asked, Marble pipes up from behind you.
>"I... don't do much..."
>You heard her quiver on the last word.
>Aww, but her voice is so gentle.
"Well, I guess what my question is, if Limestone or somepony gives you something to do around here, what is it usually?"
>You continue washing your dishes to give her some space.
>In time, she builds up enough confidence to respond.
>"I-I, um... Well I work in the mine behind the quarry, I guess..."
>Really? A pony as small as her a miner?
>>27894905
yes
this is good
very good anon
I like the character. I like "gaze into the eyes" I like the scene where they're eating the rock soup. And AJ doesn't enjoy it. And they pan the pie families reaction and limestone is enjoying watching her suffer. And when she gestured for the Apple family to gtfo.
>>27892637
Anon, that's yandere. Get your head straight.
>>27894905
>You hear a familiar clunking coming down the stairs.
>"Good morning Anon! Good morning Marble!"
>Pinkie's sporting her usual bubbly demeanor.
"Good morning Pinkie, I was just talking with Marble about her job as a miner, it seems."
>Her expression turns from bubbly to super-surprised.
>Pinkie gasps dramatically.
>"WOW, you got Marble to talk to YOU on her OWN?!" Her sister blurts out right in front of Marble.
>She says it like it's a difficult task, which you guess it kind of was.
>Marble and Pinkie lock eyes and Marble dips her head down and starts fiddling with her hooves again.
>"Huh, that must mean Marble REALLY likes you Anon! Good job!"
>The grey mare's face goes red and she gets up from the table quickly.
>From the table, Marble shuffles away into the living room.
>What a cute miniature horse.
"Hey Pinkie, can I talk to you for a second?"
>"Absolutely Anon! What about?"
"It's about Limestone..."
>Her excited expression fades away with her smile when you mention her sister in the context of a "private talk".
>You explain to Pinkie the contents of last night and the things Limestone said to you right before you left the attic.
>"Wow, uh... that's not Limestone at all. Not the Limey I know..."
"Has she ever acted like this before?"
>Pinkie looks up into the air and pokes a hoof to her chin inquisitively.
>"Hmmmph... Not that I remember. Sorry, 'Non."
>You sigh and peer at the table.
>...
>"OH WAIT, IDEA!!!"
>Pinkie almost gives you a heart attack with such a loud outburst.
>"So I was thinking. I haven't been on the farm all the time 'cause I went to Ponyville, right? And since I went to Ponyville I couldn't always be around Limey. And because I couldn't be around Limey, I wouldn't know the answer to that question. And because..."
>Pinkie goes on and on, and while you try to follow, she ends her verbal essay with a bold thesis:
>"So because Limestone and Marble have ALWAYS worked on the farm, Marble's GOTTA know something about her!"
>>27895094
we're all reading
>>27895130
Well I'm sorry to say I'm kinda burnt out, so I'm putting it on a pastebin and waiting till tomorrow.
It took me a while to decide on Marble's responses because she has gotten maybe 30 seconds of airtime total in the actual show, so it's hard to tell much about her personality.
http://pastebin.com/tmCj4Grc
I'll definitely be writing more of this tomorrow because I'm enjoying it.
>>27895214
>I'm enjoying it.
That's good.
>>27895214
more tomorrow please
>>27891870
>tock farm
where is the tick farm at famm?
>>27895784
>>27891219
>out of ponies
>has a pony
Pick one.
keep alive, since the writefag in the other thread decided to leave us at a cliffhanger
>>27895214
I'm legitimately enjoying it too, writefag. Have you greentexted much before this?
I want to put my penis in Limestone's mare vagina in a non sexual way.
>>27896475
I want to eat in a way that does not fill my stomach.
>>27896503
have some Chinese food
>>27896606
kek
Don't die.
Not going to let this die.
>>27895214
I legitimately appreciate the effort you're going through to bring us a small bit of entertainment to make out lives just a little bit less miserable, and to that, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
>>27895214
Stories realy comfy
Cant wait for more
Not going to let this die.
I expect this thread to be alive when I awake.
all of the pies are qtpah2t to be completely honest, family.
pg.7
bump
do not dead
cute rockhorses
Also some ponk
>>27896409
Relatively new to writing green, the other stories I've written are weird and fetishy, so this is my first shot at a somewhat normal green.
>>27895784
Yeah... bad habits from high school still linger, I don't always proofread everything before I post it. I don't write for a hobby or anything either.
I'm gonna get food and stuff. I'll pump out as much as I can before I go out with some friendos.
I want Limestone to dominate me.
>>27895094
>You and Pinkie Pie find Marble still in the living room.
>A book is on the table, but she isn't reading it.
>She's just looking at it.
>"HEYA MARBLE!" Pinkie shouts.
>The grey mare reacts as if it were a gunshot, jumping up and looking all around before settling her gaze on Pinkie's face.
>For a moment in her panic, you see the concealed eye.
>She takes a few breaths.
>"Mmm-hmm?"
>"Anon here has got something to ask ya, and we thought you'd be the PERFECT pony to ask!"
>"O-oh..."
>She reverts back to staring blankly at the book.
>You see Pinkie gesturing you to tell her.
>So you sit next to Marble on the couch and tell her the same story you told Pinkie.
>You start to feel like you're gossiping, but Pinkie is encouraging it so you'll just roll with it for a bit.
>You finish the story, and you can't see any visible reaction from Marble behind her shield of a mane.
>Like before, you shut up and give Marble her time to respond.
>...
>"S-so... there was this one time... I think... where she was all angry... a-at-"
>The sound of yelling interrupts Marble.
>Fuck, here she comes.
>You peer around the corner to the kitchen to catch Limestone Pie descending the sairway, clearly in some heated conversation with her father.
>You roll your eyes and sit back down.
>Marble is still talking, but her soft voice is drowned out by the booming scrapiness of her sister in the other room.
>She's yelling about something farm related, and her father seems to be responding in a normal tone.
>Nails on a fucking chalkboard.
>You go out for some fresh air, away from all of the noise.
>Pinkie doesn't follow you, insisting on eating breakfast with the remaining members of her family.
>Outside your curiosity gets the best of you.
>You find yourself standing in front of the so-called "Holder's Boulder".
>You take one last look behind you and scoot yourself behind the boulder, outside the view of the house.
>>27898962
>Be behind Holder's Boulder.
>Nobody can see you.
>Limestone said that the number one most important rule was not to touch it.
>Well look who's touching it now?
>It's you.
>Your leaning back against the enormous egg-shaped rock, making sure to slap your hand against it frequently.
>Boy, you'd love to see a fuming Limestone right now, telling you to get away from the boulder.
>But you'd just sit there, slapping the boulder happily, against her orders.
>It doesn't take long for you to get bored.
>You realize how pointless what you're doing is.
>How there's no way secretly slapping a boulder will directly piss off the yellow-eyed mare.
>However, a mischevious thought crosses your mind.
>You search the ground for a sharp rock and find one.
>To test, you slam the pointy rock against Holder's Boulder.
>The rock easily leaves a light, small mark where you hit it.
>You smile confidently about what you're about to do.
>No matter how rash it may be, you want to make Limestone feel disrespected in any way possible.
>She deserves it for having a literal rock up her ass.
>A couple minutes of smashing and dragging the sharp rock across the enormous boulder, you step back to admire your work.
>It reads:
L.P. + Anon
>The text is surrounded by a drawn heart.
>Perfect.
>You toss the sharp rock down into the quarry.
>If you get kicked off of the farm, at least you will leave knowing that you'd peeved the only pony you've come to dislike in this land of pastel horses.
>You walk back inside the house to find Limestone absent.
>Maud and Igneous are still eating breakfast, while Cloudy is cleaning her plates.
>"A fine morning, Anonymous." Cloudy greets you.
>The old English makes you smile.
>Even though you'd already eaten breakfast, you sit next to Maud and talk about the farm with the three ponies.
I am lurking vigorously.
>>27892846
I exaggerate. It had to do with when the Xbox 360 came out and was kinda terrible, or something.
>>27899055
>Time passes quickly as you realize you genuinely like these other ponies.
>You already knew Maud, but not much about her.
>She is the second smartest pony you've met so far, next to Twilight Sparkle.
>Her brightness brought her to one of the highest ranking universities in Equestria.
>The affinity she has for rocks puts her in a Geology major and a Gemology minor, unsurprisingly.
>Maud, however, left the table early, leaving you to converse with the two parents.
>You learn much about the history of the two ponies, the farm, and Holder's Boulder.
>It turns out Igneous Rock had a very rough childhood, having never met his parents directly, he was raised by his older sister.
>He had always been a farmer, it was what he did best to keep afloat during tough times.
>Cloudy Quartz was a studious pony, and while she didn't have a childhood comparable to Igneous', her studies brought her to Igneous' rock farm.
>She became well acquainted with Igneous and sought to research the "Choosing Stone" tale told by the local rock farmers.
>Igneous and her had went on a journey to find this magical rock.
>The stone was spherical and ominous looking, convered with a pinkish aura.
>A voice boomed as they approached.
>The deep voice asked them if they were seeking love.
>The two ponies knew from the tale that the answer was surely, "yes".
>The stone's aura turned blue.
>The voice replies telling Igneous Rock and Cloudy Quartz that they are to be together.
>Cloudy laughs a little when telling the story, highlighting her surprise upon hearing the Choosing Stone's decision.
>Igneous, on the other hand, did not have the confidence to say his feelings to Cloudy himself, but he did have feelings for her before consulting the stone.
>Cloudy sits next to her husband at the table.
>The couple share smiles, holding each other's hoof.
>It's a nice story.
>The two are a lot more relateable than you initially perceived.
>You almost forget you carved into their sacred rock for a second.
>>27899172
>You cringe, thinking for a second that you should spill the beans about what you did.
>You bite your tongue as Limestone Pie emerges from the living room.
>She says nothing to you or her parents, just simply walks over to the front door and heads outside.
>Oh God, please don't see it.
>You wait and listen but don't hesr sny screaming or anything.
>You're starting to like these ponies, you don't want to get kicked out this fa-
>The door slams back open.
>You jump, but the two parents seem unfazed.
>Limestone is standing in the doorway, face red, eyebrow twitching.
>"Anon, can I speak with you privately for a moment?"
>She squeezes those words out from between her grinding teeth.
>Privately? If she hates you so much how come you're not leaving literally right now?
>Hesitantly, you stand up and walk into the snow behind Limestone.
>She doesn't say a word to you.
>You follow her as she leads you to her precious, defaced boulder.
>Limestone sits her rump down in the snow and grabs a serrated rock with her teeth.
>She plops it next to your foot and begins talking.
>"I want you to use this rock and scribble out what's... written here."
>It's pretty obvious she means the shit you wrote on the rock.
"Nope."
>You reply with a sly grin.
>Limestone is still red in the face. She looks offended by what you said.
>"No?!"
"Nope, you said that if I touched this boulder, you'd kick me off the farm before I could even blink."
>Limestone looks really flustered right now.
>You laugh and continue:
"I wouldn't want to be kicked out so soon, would I?"
>You lean forward condescendingly to pat her on the head.
>You get one pat, but afterwards, Limestone repels backwards from your hand like a magnet.
>She still isn't speaking, so you decide to have a little more fun.
"Plus, if only you are allowed to touch the boulder, wouldn't that mean that YOU wrote this here?"
>"HA! HAHAHA!" she forces a laugh.
>"You HONESTLY think I would write THIS?! You're even stupider than I thought."
>>27899390
>You try for one more head pat, but Limestone scurries under your hand and out from behind the boulder.
>"Clean it up or your G-O-N-E, got that?"
"Whatever you say, Limey."
>You can tell in your peripheral vision that Limestone is giving you a nasty look for calling her "Limey".
>But you look your hardest to be at work so that she goes away.
>After a minute, you hear the front door shut, and you're out on the fields alone yet again.
>You lay back in the snow and debate for a bit whether or not you should actually clean up your graffiti.
>While it would be nice to keep Limestone riled, or have somepony else discover the writing and think Limestone did it, you feel like there is something the grey-blue pony is hiding.
>If you keep being nice to her, she's gotta be nice to you back eventually, right?
>You sigh.
>Your decision made, you take the eraser-rock and start scraping up and down across your writing.
Ok, that's it for now, I'll be back in a couple hours to continue.
>>27899438
Updated pastebin before I leave:
http://pastebin.com/tmCj4Grc
>>27899438
This is real cute
Cant wait for more
>>27899573
wot e said
>>27899438
this is awesome so far
>>27899438
best green I've read all month
more soon please
>>27891219
I took the other ponies so I could make this pie, sorry about that. You can have a slice though.
>pg.7
absolutely unacceptable
>>27901056
it's already at page 8
wow
>>27895954
>namefag
>not righting green
pick one
>>27899438
>couple hours
b-but sir it's been 6+
emergency bump
>>27891231
Witch one? There are three?
>>27891231
Please refrain from classifying my romantic interest as "autistic".
>>27901920
she literally has autism tho
>>27899438
Wake up, writefag.
come back writefag, we need your glorious green
>>27902298
>>27902123
Taking a shower and then getting back to it. My night is free so I can get a good amount done.
>>27902338
captain writefag is back dear god
>>27902338
glory based writefag
>>27902338
praise be unto him
>>27902338
Let me know if you need help with anything. So nothing distracts your writing. I have lvl 2 combatives, legal studies, marksmanship, shitposting, hearthstone, and autism qualifications.
>>27902452
not necessary (hopefully)
>>27899438
>There's an unmistakable blot where your writing used to lay.
>The white scribble contrasts heavily with the rest of the smooth, grey boulder.
>It was pretty clear that there was something somebody didn't want initially on it.
>Like in school when some kid writes a naughty word on your homework in pen and you put all of your force trying to scribble it out, trying to make it look like it was never there.
>That's pretty much how suspicious the rock looked.
>You don't feel entirely contented with your work, but you did what Limestone asked.
>Placing the rock back down in the snow, you start back towards the grey wood house.
>Before you can open the door, it swings back on its own and almost catches your hand.
>Pinkie Pie springs out of the doorway.
>"Hiiiiiya Anon!"
>You smile and give a little wave.
>From behind her, Limestone and Marble follow.
>"We were just gonna play a fun ol' game we played when we were little fillies down in the cave. Wanna join?"
>You don't want to be rude and decline just because Limestone is coming along.
"Sure, why not?"
>"Oooo, yay! I promise you, it's gonna be fun."
>Neither Marble nor Limestone seem as excited as her.
>But they follow along, and so do you.
>When you approach the ramp into the quarry, your party passes by Holder's Boulder.
>You hold your breath, hoping for no sudden outbreaks from Limestone.
>Speaking of which, you find the mare looking intently at the boulder.
>Probably trying to examine your work.
>Just as you start descending down the ramp, you see the spot you drew on and cringe.
>From hundreds of feet away, the white scribbles are still clearly visible on Holder's Boulder.
>You try to focus on Limestone out of the corner of your eye.
>She's still staring at the boulder, but not with the serious gaze she normally wears.
>She looks kind of worried.
>>27902591
this is good green
good writefag
>>27902591
more
my heart needs it
>>27902591
>Down in the caves, you are kind of just sitting on the sidelines, watching as the three ponies play their game.
>Pinkie tried to explain it to you, but it's so complicated and rock-centric that you couldn't really follow.
>So you opted just to watch, since Limestone seems to be taking it pretty seriously.
>It's something like Twister, mixed with an obstacle course and also involves balancing rocks on your body.
>You weren't really paying much attention, but it seems that Marble is winning?
>She has the most rocks balanced on her, you guess.
>Pinkie is running around the fastest, but at the same time is holding two legs up in the air.
>Limestone on the other hand, grunts as she drops a rock from on top of her head.
>"Ooh! Ooh! One point for Marble Anon!" Pinkie shouts at you.
>Oh right, shit, you were supposed to be taking score.
>You pick up the rock Pinkie gave you to write with and take a guess at how many points each pony has.
>You think Marble is in the lead, maybe second or something?
>You put down 8 tallies for Marble, 6 for Pinkie, and 5 for Limestone.
>Yeah, seems about right... maybe.
>Not too long after, though, Pinkie stops and shouts "TIME!"
>The sisters drop their rocks and start heading over to you.
>"So, Anon, what were the scores?" Pinkie asks you.
>Limestone looks confident, so you may have screwed up the scores.
"Uhh, so Marble, you got a score of 8."
>Under the thick mane, you see a slight smile.
"Pinkie, you got a score of 6."
>"Awww!" The bubblegum horse equips a disappointed face.
"And Limestone..."
>The mare closes her eyes and puffs out her chest in certainty.
"You're score is 5."
>Within a half-second, her expression breaks into one of disbelief.
>Her mouth is agape, staring at you like you just said something offensive.
>"OooOOooh. Limey LOST this time!"
>Pinkie giggles.
>You even hear a soft giggle out of Marble.
>"Wha... that CAN'T be right! I never lose this game."
>>27902784
kek lime
death not allowed
>>27902989
you bumped on page 4 nigga...
>>27902784
"But you did."
>Fuck, what made the asshole inside of you say that?
>"But I-" Limestone bites her lip in frustration and cuts herself off.
>She stamps her hoof into the ground.
>Aww, look how pissed she is.
>In the most condescending voice possible, you tell her:
"Don't worry, Limey, we can't be winners all of the time. That's just the way the game works."
>She looks like she's about to short-circuit or something.
>You can feel the rage seeping through her body.
>She opens her mouth wide, and lets out a loud grunt that echoes off of the walls.
>The Pie sister turns around and stomps her way out of the cave, fire trailing in her hoofprints.
>...
"Is she always that sore of a loser?"
>"Well, I dunno. I've never really seen her lose." Pinkie replies.
"Oh..."
>A short silence of understanding follows.
"How about we get some lunch?"
>"Sure!"
>"Mmm-hmm."
>Limestone is the only Pie absent from the meal.
>It's a shame since it's quite good.
>Cooked rock salad.
>You and the other ponies manage to go the entire meal without mentioning Limestone at all, so that's a plus.
>You don't want your trip to be ruined by one pony.
>The rest of the day you spend lazily laying up in the attic reading some book AJ gave to you.
>"The History of the Apple".
>It's a relatively boring book, but it has some cool diagrams and pictures and shit that kept your interest until the next meal.
>Yet again, Limestone didn't show up for dinner.
>Not much talking went on during the meal, but you thank Cloudy for the food and head back up to the attic to finish the book.
>>27903021
average wait time of 30 minutes between greens
i can handle this
>>27901920
No, I mean, she literally, ACTUALLY displays a lot of actual symptoms of autism. That doesn't make her a bad character in the slightest, and I found her to be one of the most interesting side characters in the entire show.
She's good waifu material desu senpai
>>27903054
Sorry, I don't write fast all the time.
>>27903021
>"...and the whole world became peaceful, yet again, due to the sheer power of apples. THE END."
>...
>That book was meh.
>You look out the window and see that it's dark out.
>Doesn't feel nearly as cold.
>You feel like going for a walk, you are really not tired.
>You hop off of the mattress and make your way down the ladder.
>Sneakily, so to not wake up any Pies, you walk towards the stairway and down the stairs.
>Out on the farm, you notice a sparsely-lit dirt path leading away from the farm.
>You decide to walk down it until you feel tired.
>You walk for what seems like 30 minutes or so, and encounter a pony walking in the other direction.
>You don't recognize this pony, but the raggy beat-up clothing tells you to look away.
>With your head down, you start getting ready to pass the pony.
>You try moving to the left, but the pony also moves to your left.
>Instinctively, you move back to the right, and the pony follows.
>Not soon after, you are standing in front of this pony awkwardly.
>When you try to shuffle around him, a great force slams you in the gut.
>The blow throws you to the ground on your back, knocking the wind out of you.
>You struggle for breath and notice the raggy pony standing over you.
>A grey aura locks your arms in place as you notice a horn poking out from under the pony's cloak.
>You struggle, kicking your feet at the tiny horse, but the pony is nimble and evades your attacks.
>You feel your pockets being fondled as you try to resist.
>The small sack of bits in your left pocket disappear, and the pony starts to look in your back pockets.
>You're scared, very scared.
>Maybe the first time feeling scared since you were on Earth.
>Neither Twilight nor Pinkie Pie ever warned you about other ponies.
>As far as you knew, every pony here was at least somewhat good at heart.
>But here you are, on a dark, desolate path, being robbed by an unknown unicorn.
>>27903196
yes
>>27903196
Its still tiny pone
Kick its ass
>>27903196
>...
>You hear the stomping of hooves in the distance.
>It doesn't stop your robber, as he continues searching every pocket for loose change.
>The clopping quickly becomes louder and louder.
>"HEY!"
>You know that voice.
>"GET AWAY FROM HIM!"
>A blueish blur passes over your head and collides with the unicorn.
>You feel the magical cuffs on your arms loosen, and you are able to stagger up to a sitting position.
>You're hardly thinking straight, your stomach still writhes in pain from the blow.
>From what you can see through the darkness is a mare assaulting the robber with aggressive hits to the face and chest.
>You try to stand up to get a better view.
>That was a really bad idea.
>Blood rushes to your head and your stomach doubles in pain.
>For a second, everything fades to white.
>You lose consciousness.
>Huh?
>What happened?
>You awake and see stars.
>Literally.
>You are staring into the night sky.
>It's hard for you to get a grasp on the situation, but you're pretty sure you're getting dragged.
>There's a tension in your arms and you're ass is scraping across the ground.
>Yeah, you're getting dragged.
>In your semi-conscious state, you tilt your head back to see who it is.
>Something fuzzy is hanging in the way, so you push it out of the way with your cheek.
>Only to see behind that fuzzy object is a blue, plump horse vagina.
>Being as lightheaded as you are, it takes a second for you to decide if what you're seeing is real, or just in a dream or something.
>A voice answers that question.
>"Anonymous? Are you awake?"
>Fuck that awful voice, who'd it belong to again?
>Whatever was holding your hands in place before seems to have gone, and your upper body falls to the ground.
>The cold snow on your neck brings you to your senses quickly.
>Among the starry sky, you see a head peering down at you.
>Limestone's head.
>Her face looks bad in the moonlight.
>There's a cut on her lip, going over her chin.
>Her eyes red, coated with tears.
(Swapping to mobile, so it might take a bit longer, but I'm a pretty good mobile typer)
>>27903338
>For a long while, neither of you say anything.
>Limestone breaks the silence.
>"So... think you can walk?"
"Yeah, I think I just had a dizzy spell combined from that punch I took earlier. I think I can walk."
>You get up slowly this time and don't manage to fall over.
>There's a slight aching pain in your stomach, but not sharp enough to stifle your movement.
>Once you stand, you exchange a few awkward glances with Limestone.
>"Don't do that again, you idiot... please..."
>Please?
>Did she actually ask you semi-nicely?
"I thought you hated me."
>"I do." The response is immediate.
>...
>You're very confused.
"Then why did you-"
>"Look, just don't mention it. We should get back to the house, you especially."
>You don't have much energy, so you stop the questions and just follow behind Limestone.
>The walk back is difficult.
>Strong winds blow snow onto the path and onto your less-than-equipped body.
>Although it may not be as cold as the other night, you are walking out in the snow rather than being kept up inside a house.
>Eventually, you two arrive, freezing cold and barely functioning.
>You start staggering up the stairs, Limestone lags behind a bit.
>Uncaring of the occasional noises you're making, you start your climb up the ladder.
>Limestone trots around the ladder and towards the freezing guest room.
>You cringe at the thought of her sleeping in there.
"Hey, Limestone?"
>You whisper to her right as she's about to open the door.
>Her silhouette stopping at least indicates she heard you.
"Your blanket is up on my bed, remember?"
>"Don't you remember what I said? I'd rather freeze than sleep in the same bed as you."
>This ticks you off a bit too much.
"Do you REALLY believe that? You're an idiot if you do."
>"Hey, shut up. I helped you out just a couple minutes ago."
"Yeah? Well now I'm offering to help YOU out."
>Silence.
>Octavia?
No...
>Mrs. Cake?
No...
>Bon Bon?
No...
>Roseluck?
No...
>Japanese Derpy?
Not as such.
>You do have some ponies, don't you?
If course, Sir. It is a pony shop.
>>27903712
"We both know that room isn't right for sleeping, so why won't you just take this offer for your own benefit?"
>Silence.
>The silhouette is stationary.
>...
"Well I'll leave you to make your decision. You know which one is the smart one."
>Be laying on the mattress in the attic.
>Not even a minute passes before you hear creaking on the ladder.
>A few seconds pass and Limestone is standing in front of the bed.
>You pull some sheets up to gesture her under.
>She complies wordlessly, and scoots back until her spine lay directly on your stomach.
>Her small size lets you see her face.
>Calm, just as it was the last morning.
"Hey... Limestone?"
>You whisper.
>The small mare's eyes roll up to meet yours.
"...Thank you... I appreciate what you did greatly."
>You place the back of your hand on her cheek and stroke up to her ear.
>She blinks twice, but says nothing.
>You wrap an arm under one of her front legs and lay in that position.
>Soon enough, you find it within you to relax.
*DINGALINGALINGALING*
>"BREAKFAST IS READY!!!"
>Ugh, how late did you sleep?
>Limestone isn't with you.
>You pull the covers off, whip on some clothes and run downstairs.
>All the Pies except for Pinkie are sitting at the table.
>Pinkie is cooking up some sweet amalgamation of rocks and pancakes.
>You take the only remaining seat across from... ugh... Limestone.
>Oh shit, her condition was a lot worse than you thought.
>The gash you saw on her lip is definitely from a blade, but she also has a bruise on her stomach and scrapes along her knees.
>How this isn't the topic of the table, you don't know.
>Pinkie sweeps by dropping plate after plate of food in front of you and her family members.
>The meal goes by without much more than small talk.
>It is early morning, after all.
>Everyone cleans up and goes to do their individual things.
>>27903982
Didn't write as much as I hoped I would tonight, (kinda got stuck at the beginning) but I'm tired and since tomorrow is a Saturday, I'll continue it then. My phone is being extremely slow and icky trying to update the pastebin, so some of the post numbers/replies are sill in there until I hop on my computer in the morning to edit them out.
COMING UP NEXT: Horse vagina. Who's horse vagina? Stay tuned to find out!
>>27904096
Promise to make a new thread if this one doesn't survive the night.
>>27904110
Thanks, my only request is that it be a Limestone Pie thread or something because I'm pretty off topic from what the OP here initially wrote.
>>27904096
Oh boy, I love horse vagina!
>>27904139
I can't imagine OP not realizing that this would turn into Limestone General.
>>27904199
>implying it wasn't all according to keikaku
>>27903899
>Donkey, cheating bitch, dyke, meh-tier bg pony, weebshit
Shit taste, m8.
>pg.12
unacceptable
If nothing else, bumping with images is encouraged.
>>27905003
I want limestone to look at my like that right before she pushes me on my back and rapes me.
>>27905013
can't rape the willing
>>27905560
Dave Ramsey bump
>>27906043
Fuckin bump
>>27891219
bump
>>27906556
Someone needs to keep this thread up till the writefags come back.
That, or make a new thread when the glimmer chaos is over.
keep alive until writefag returns
>>27907192
>>27906289
>>27906556
>>27905560
>>27906043
>>27906861
stop fucking bumping on page 6 and 7. Wait until page 9, holy fuck.
Either that, or post Limestone pics. Stop with the endless bumps.
>>27892673
>Not knowing the gravely corpse of Michael Jackson browses here.
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Ok, drawfag up in this. I got enough time to draw a solo pic of Limey, suggestions?
Maybe they got ponies at the soup store.
>>27899055
oh shit anon what are you doing
>>27907765
Her secretly trying on pretty dresses
>>27907765
Her trying on a pretty hair barrette before discarding it with a sigh and going back to work farming rocks all day
>>27903982
>Pinkie Pie is giving you a tour of the quarry.
>She explains each tool's function, but to be honest you aren't paying too much attention.
>You find yourself with only one thing on your mind.
>Limestone.
>Despite all attempts to try to force her out of your mind, she keeps coming back.
>Pinkie Pie seems to have distracted herself with some stalagmites in the cave, so you slip away up the ramp.
>Outside the quarry you see a lake to the north you hadn't noticed before.
>You start in that direction, hoping something interesting will come about.
>Snow and grey dust blows into your path.
>It's a nice day out, sucks that you have to spend it among such depressing scenery.
>When you make it to the lake, you see a dock with a single pony sitting on the end.
>The blueish-gray mare is staring out towards the water, almost motionless.
>You begin walking up the docks.
>The boards creak under your feet, but Limestone doesn't give any acknowledgement to the sound.
>You reach the end of the dock.
>Limestone is still staring out onto the water.
>Slowly, you put your legs over the edge of the bridge and sit down on the wooden planks, feet dangling above the water.
>Limestone is adjacent to you, but neither of you say anything.
>...
"Did you know, back in my world I had to bring a knife with me wherever I went?"
>The Pie sister looks at you, a little bit puzzled.
"Yep, Earth was so much more dangerous than Equestria, that you always had to be vigilant. You had to be prepared for the possibility that a madman could attack you in broad daylight."
>You'd never really lived in a safe part of the city, so it was pretty necessary.
>The pony is looking directly at you now, but you continue to stare out onto the water.
>"D-did you ever have to use it?"
>Hmm...
>You think.
"Yes, but only because they were going to hurt me. Showing the knife made them stop. But, the blade itself has never touched another person's skin, however."
>>27908101
>You're glad that was the case.
>You sigh and turn to meet Linestone's eyes.
>When they meet, she immediately looks down towards the dock.
"Hey, Limey? I really am grateful for what you did yesterday. I'm glad it was you that was there to help me."
>Her blue cheeks are tinted red and she puffs them out a little bit.
>"...don't. Call. Me. 'Limey'." she says under her breath.
>You chuckle softly.
"Why not? I think it's cute."
>"Don't call me cute either."
"It's a compliment Limey, just take it."
>"A 'compliment' is, 'Your hair looks good.' or, 'Your coat is sparkly.' but calling me cute, which because I am not, it is not a compliment."
>...
"Well, if it makes you feel better, your coat is shining, and your hair is beautiful."
>What the fuck, did you just say that to Limestone?
>Well, it isn't like you didn't mean it.
>Her hair really is beautiful, and her eyes are equally as lovely.
>...
>What is this weird feeling you're getting?
>Limestone does meet your eyes this time.
>You feel like she's going to say something snarky, and it looks that way too.
>But her next words are, "D-did you really mean that?"
>As much as you want to say 'no', you'd be lying to her.
>Seeing that this dense pony is seeming to open up a bit to you, you decide to do the same.
"Yes, and among all the members of your family, you're by far the most interesting pony. Being cute doesn't detract at all from that."
>Upon saying that, you can tell a chord was sttuck from within Limestone, as her sour expression melts away entirely.
>You see her sniffle a little bit, and for the first time in the past three days, you see her genuinely smile.
>Not a cocky smile, or an evil smile, but one that reflects pure contentedness.
>You got her waterworks going a bit, a couple tears of joy fall down her nose.
>You wrap your arms around the little mare and pull her into a hug.
>She returns it, full force, grasping her hooves tightly onto your back.
>>27908152
>The sounds she makes are a mix of sniffling and giggles of happiness.
>You're not entirely sure what brought this on, but you're comfortable.
>The embrace lasts for about a minute
>Limestone releases a couple final giggles, then sighs, resting her head on your shoulder.
>You both stay like that for a couple seconds, then Limeston breaks the silence.
>"Just because you're doing this doesn't make me like you, by the way."
>You chuckle a bit at the pony's insecurity and begin the pull away.
"I know."
>You bring Limestone away from your body, but your eyes remain locked.
>...
>Minutes pass as the two of you simply stare into the other's eyes.
>You lean forward to the pony's height, and her eyes follow.
>You can feel her breath against your face.
>Her breath smells minty fresh.
>For a second you hope your breath doesn't smell bad.
>But the two of you continue to stare into each other's souls.
>...
>A couple seconds pass.
>Limestone inches her face closer to yours.
>You follow suit.
>Slowly, the two of you close the distance between each other's faces.
>You poke your nose against Limey's and start tilting your head.
>Limestone tilts her head in the opposite direction.
>You both lean in, and for the first time, your lips meet.
>Your breathing becomes one with Limestone's as you pull her lips with your own.
>This action you trade back and forth with the Pie sister.
>The tips of your tongues touch.
>Nervously, trying to be as un-invasive as possible, you feel a little bit around her tongue with yours.
>Even on the inside, she tastes minty fresh.
>Her tongue carefully explores your mouth, touching your teeth and licking under the lip.
>The ecstasy-filled moment seems to last hours before the two of you find it appropriate to pull away.
>Slowly and nervously, the two of you pull yourselves back into upright positions, a strand of saliva bridging the gap between your formerly-locked faces.
>>27891219
of course. I don't have it in me to leave a qt poner behind just because she looks a little grumpy.
>>27908214
>A couple seconds of continued eye contact, and then Limestone looks back onto the lake.
>You do the same.
>...
>A hoof is pulling at your hand.
>You look down to see Limestone's extended hoof.
>You take it in your hand.
>The two of you stay like that, hoof/handholding on the lake until the sun starts to glow dim.
>You don't know how long you spent on the dock with Limestone, but you could go on forever.
>Just sitting there.
>Your grumbling stomach illicits a giggle from Limestone.
>The two of you stand up, and walk side-by-side back to the house.
>When you reach the door, Limestone seems a bit awkward about walking in with you, so you take the lead.
>You walk inside, and to your surprise, the table is already set for dinner.
>All of the Pies turn towards the two of you as you walk through the doorway.
>"THERE you are, Anon!" Pinkie shouts.
>"We were just talking about you. Where ya been? We're used to Limestone running off, but when you didn't show up to lunch I was like 'OH NO!' and then Marble got really worried so she asked me about you, but because I didn't know where you were I-"
"All right all right, Pinkie. I'm here now, I just was a little... late. Sorry about that."
>You try to take some suspicion off of Limestone.
>Igneous gestures to an open seat.
>"The Pie household accepts your apology, Mr. Anonymous. Now wouldst thou please join us in our meal?"
"Absolutely."
>You pull out a chair and get to eating their still-warm rock spaghetti.
>Pinkie was apparently already on a tangent when you walked in, so she continues her story with a lot of yelling and hoof motions.
>You do your best to try to make conversation, but Limestone is sitting diagonal to you.
>Even though you both are trying desperately not to, the two of you lock eyes every now and then.
>Her eyes are so beautiful, it makes you feel a lot more at-ease just by looking at them.
>There's a fluttering in your chest that's hard to describe.
>>27908287
>The two of you are so harmoniously at peace, neither of you notice Pinkie Pie talking.
>"Limestone. Limestone? Hey, Limestone! LIMESTONE PIE!!!"
>The last shout draws her attention.
>"Huh, what Pinkie?"
>"Jeez Louise are you having a staring contest with Anon or something?"
>Limestone blushes slightly, but has the stern, angry look she normally wears now.
>"Can you tell us again about that one strange pony you saw at night hanging out by Holder's Boulder and how you beat 'em up for tryna' steal it?"
>Limestone puts on a confident smile.
>"Yeah sure, I love that story, almost as much as I loved beating that stupid stallion up."
>You hang onto every word of Limestone's story, no matter how much some parts sounded exaggerated or made-up.
>There's a lot more to this pony than the shield of bravado she puts up for herself.
>You want to find out what's behind those walls.
>By the time she finishes her story, you and every Pie are done eating and clean up.
>You wait for a second to try to talk to Limestone alone.
>The other members of her family disperse and you find her about to head upstairs.
"Hey, Limey?"
>"Don't call me that."
>Even though she says it sternly, she still turns around to face you.
"Sorry, I was just wondering... Would you like to go on a walk with me."
>She looks up, thinking for a second.
>"Eh sure, I don't got anything better to do."
>The two of you are walking the same path you were robbed on.
>You wait for the farm to be out of sight before you begin talking.
>The sound of snow crunching under feet and hooves are the only sounds to hear.
"Do you still hate me?"
>Your question renders no response.
>It probably wasn't a good first question.
"Why were you there to help me yesterday?"
>Limestone rests her head on her left shoulder for a second.
>"Hmm, well I was talking a walk. I normally do that time of night." She begins, "And up ahead I heard movement."
>She pauses.
>"It wasn't constant hoofstep sounds, so it made me worried."
(420 get)
>>27908420
"You get worried?"
>You raise an eyebrow.
>"Yes."
>...
>Huh, not the answer you were expecting.
>"Anyways, to my surprise it was you, being attacked by one of those eastern bandits that roam the area at night."
>Well, that's interesting.
>Semi-organized crime in horseland.
>"I got the pony... I think it was a mare? I don't remember, but she started levitating a kn-knife."
>Limestone shudders.
>She's breathing audibly now.
>"I had only seen knives like that when I was a little filly in comic books, I never thought a pony would use one in real life to h-hurt another pony."
>Tears are welling up in her eyes.
>You stroke her head, and it seems to calm her a bit.
>Her expression turns back to a familiar portrayal of rage.
>"But, I don't know what happened; seeing the knife, seeing that this mare could hurt you, it made me angry... very angry."
>She exhales.
>"Knife or no knife, I hit her and hit her over and over. It wasn't until the bad pony was limping away that I felt the pain she dealt to me."
>She stops to show you her wounds.
>The obvious face wound, but there awa apparently one in her back leg and her...
>You wince looking at the last wound, sending shivers down your spine.
>There is a deep, deep stab wound on her upper flank, to the right of where her spine and tail dock meet.
>After seeing it, she gets up and continues walking.
>Not much else happens.
>Eventually, you two turn around and start walking back just as the sun is starting to set.
>...
"I'm happy that you care about me."
>"I don't." Limestone says, still focused on the road.
"Really? What you've done tells me that you do."
>"Hmmph..."
>You let her process that for a bit.
"I hope you know that I care about you, too."
>You look down at the small mare.
>She pushes her hair out of the way and tilts her head up to meet your stare.
>It takes a second, but your wide smile rubs off onto her, and she returns it.
>>27908528
>When the two of you arrive back at the house, there's hardly any sunlight left.
>Limestone walks into the house with you instead of behind you this time.
>You head to the living room and pick out a random book from the shelf.
>Your mind wanders, but the book is a good thing for you to focus on.
>You think Limestone went up to the guest room.
>Time passes by quickly, and you get tired pretty quick.
>Before heading upstairs, Pinkie bounces into the living room all of the sudden.
>She loses her balance, and rolls like a wheel into the fireplace.
>There is an explosion of soot and dust, which you use the book to cover your face from being blasted with.
>When you feel like you can breathe safely, you put the book down to see Pinkie Pie laying upside-down in a dizzy state on top of the used firewood.
"...Hi Pinkie?"
>She snaps to and shakes around rapidly like a dog.
>This somehow gets her coat and mane free of all the sootiness, but splatters the walls with some of it.
>"Hey Anon! I was just coming down here to tell ya, that I FIXED the windows in the guest room!"
"Oh, really now?"
>"Yeperoonies! You can sleep in there now since Limey finished her rock studies or whatever! And - because of me - it won't be freezing anymore!"
>She's overly excited about her accomplishment, but you're really happy she took the time to do that for you.
"Thanks a ton Pinkie, let me just get my stuff-"
>"Got that covered too, boss!" The pink pony salutes you.
>You giggle a bit.
"All right, well I'm gonna head off to sleep now."
>"Alrighty, night-night Anonymous." Pinkie calls over her shoulder as she bounces out of the living room.
>You look at the windows, and it seems Pinkie literally cemented the drafty holes in the windows' corners.
>How they will function as actual windows that are supposed to open? You don't think she had that in mind.
>Regardless, you find the blankets on the bottom bunk are done up Pinkie Pie-style, so you slip into that bed.
>>27908612
you're doing god's work, mate
Oh shit writefriend is back!
>>27907859
>>27907866
Here you go Limestoners hope you like it. I gave the dress limestone patters on the frills, not to mention the dress itself is sedimentrally layered. Accessories include a basic hair bow, lime slice dress clip and a Holder's Boulder replica set necklace.
>>27891219
limestone and goku have nearly if not identical eye brows
>>27908612
>Limestone is already cozy on the top bunk.
>It's funny to you.
>This is the first time you aren't sleeping in the same bed with Limestone since you got here, and it just so happens to be the day she stops hating you.
>Or pretending to hate you.
>You aren't entirely sure what goes through that pony's mind.
>But you keep thinking about how you and her kissed today
>There's something going on between you, and it's making you feel... different.
>Limestone sleeping on the top bunk makes you feel like your soul is being stretched.
>You get an idea.
"Limey are you awake?"
>"Yeah."
>You feel a bit giddy not hearing any complaints about the nickname.
"I'm cold."
>"Boo-hoo, go cry about it."
"You know, you don't have to be that way."
>"Must suck that I am that way then, huh?"
"I'm pretty sure we both know you're hiding the real you."
>You sneak an arm up alongside the wall and tickle her spine with your fingers.
>The bunkbed rocks from her squirming, but you don't let up.
>Soft, nervous giggles elude Limestone's lips.
>It doesn't take long for you to hear the sound of hooves hitting the floor.
>She hopped off of the bed and is approaching yours.
>You scoot over and allow her in.
>Like the first night, she puts her legs around your midsection and buries her muzzle into your chest.
>Her breathing is uneven.
>She swallows a couple times awkwardly, not entirely comfortable with the position.
>So with your arms, you scoot her body up a bit.
>The beady yellow eyes meet yours, and you kiss the awkward away.
>She leans into you and relaxes her tense muscles.
>Her horse lips are stronger than your own, but she is not forceful with them.
>The kiss is short, but sweet enough to convince her.
>You do care for her.
>You place your head on top of hers and snuggle into her closely.
"Good night, Limestone."
>You whisper.
>"Good night, Anon."
>>27891219
Any horse can be broken with understanding and corrective training.
>>27908714
>"OOooOOooOoh!"
>Who made that sound?
>You awake to find Pinkie Pie standing over your bed.
>In... ski clothes?
>"I've never seen Limey look so adorable!" Pinkie coos.
>You find Limestone right next to you, still in the same bed.
>Pinkie giggles, you blush.
"Why are you waking me up so early?"
>"Because, silly, we're going skiing!"
>Ponies ski, you guess.
>"Limey didn't wanna come, cause she said she got all beat up when she fell in the quarry."
>So that's what Limestone said to her family about her condition.
>"We drew sticks for who has to look after Limestone while we're gone, and Marble got it!"
>Your heart sinks a bit as you realize you'll be spending this entire day without Limestone.
>You look down at the still-sleeping pony.
>She's so relaxed.
>"C'mon, let's get going!"
>Pinkie starts springing away, but you call out.
"I'll take care of Limestone."
>Midair, Pinkie stops her bounce and floats to the floor.
>"Really?" Pinkie looks both ways and then leans in to whisper to you, "I thought she didn't like you."
"Yeah, I know... but I was thinking that I could get to know her a little better by doing this."
>Sick lie, bruh.
>"That's... a GREAT idea!" Pinkie explodes.
>"That means that you can be friends with ALL my family, ohmigosh I'm SOOO happy!"
>She's doing happy little spins now.
>"OH. I'll go tell Marble to get ready then."
*ZOOM*
>You think she's gone in the blink of an eye, but she zooms back with one more thing to say.
>"Oh, and, uh... Anon?"
"Yes, Pink?"
>"Thanks for giving Limestone a chance."
>Such a caring pony, this pink Pie.
>You smile and give her a wave of dismissal.
"No problem."
*ZOOM*
>And just like that, she's gone.
>>27908819
>You make yourself some breakfast alone while continuing the book you picked out the day before.
>You haven't showered in a while, you should probably do that.
>You find the shower upstairs and turn it on.
>It's rusty, old, and doesn't seem to have any option other than "cold water".
>You suck it up and get in, trying to clean yourself as fast as possible.
>In under a minute, you're out and warming yourself with a towel.
>Limestone is taking a long time to wake up.
>You've been sitting down in the living room flipping through books that seem to have pictures in them.
>You do, soon enough, hear hooves clopping down the stairs.
>You look over your shoulder as Limestone makes herself cereal.
>When she notices you, she raises an eyebrow.
>"Hey Anon. Did they not take you with them?"
"Nah, I opted to stay behind. I don't know how to ski anyways."
>That's a lie, you're pretty fucking good at it, but you just wanted to spend more time with Limestone.
>"Oh, okay then."
>She takes her cereal into the living room and sits net to you.
>"Ponies" is the title of the magazine she's reading.
>She flips through it as you flip through your book.
>There isn't much talking more than "what's that a picture of?" and stuff similar to that.
>The thing is, is that it really doesn't feel awkward.
>You feel comfortable just sitting next to Limestone, reading.
>She finishes her meal and places it on the coffee table in front of her.
>She sighs.
>"You know, I actually kind of like you."
"We kiss twice and now you decide that?"
>"...yeah, shut up."
>You start laughing, but Limey just puffs her cheeks.
>The two of you sit there for a minute or so.
>You wrap your arm around her and pull her close.
>Without any hesitation this time, Limestone accepts it, and rests her head on your shoulder.
>You feel a fluttering in your chest as you revisit the setting you're currently in:
>You and Limestone are home alone.
>>27908892
>home alone
>>27908892
>The fluttery feeling grows as you start to think dirty thoughts...
>You subconsciously start stroking her mane.
>Sometimes you bring your hand to her cheek, just to feel the warmth there.
>But you keep stroking in the same pattern for a while, until your thoughts get a bit lewder.
>You lower the area you stroke a bit to her neck, but her eyes are still closed and her muscles still loose.
>The green flag waves for you to go lower, now rubbing in circular motions on her upper back.
>She does open her eyes briefly at the sudden change of movement, but goes back into a relaxed state soon after.
>Lower now...
>You're gently stroking all across her back.
>Limestone is clearly ticklish there as her muscles spaz a bit.
>She giggles, but you don't hear a "stop" or anything coming from her.
>After a pretty good tickle session, you move even lower.
>Her lower back, diagonal to her flanks.
>Her eyes widen as your intention becomes clear to her.
>She picks her head up from your shoulder and looks at you worriedly.
"If you want me to stop, please tell me and I will stop."
>"Stop, please." Limestone says not even a second after you spoke.
>And just like that, you cease your rubbing.
>You drop your arm to your side to let Limestone have some space.
>The mare sits there, hooves in her lap, thinking.
>...
>"I've never been with a stallion before."
>You're listening.
>"I-It's probably the way I act... every time I see a stallion I like, I drive them away."
>She starts crying.
>"I never knew how to act, so I thought I should act tough."
>"I don't want them to see me, because I thought it would make them not like me..."
>She takes a few deep breaths and looks up at you.
>"Why h-haven't you run away yet?"
>The answer comes right to you.
"Because I like you, the real you."
>You tap the bottom of her chin.
>She raises her head, and you lean in for a kiss.
>The kiss doesn't last long, but you stop her from crying.
>>27908892
my opinion of limestone pie has changed forever
>>27891219
How many do you have? No, i dont want a receipt, shut up and take my money!
>>27909046
>>27909046
>You smile at her, and laughs a bit through the tears.
>The two of you go back to holding each other and stay in that position for a good amount of time.
"Do you want me to continue?" You ask her.
>It takes a moment, but Limestone nods her head.
>You eagerly slip your hand down her back to the previous position.
>Limestone is taking deep breaths now, but is continuing to lean into you, trusting you.
>A minute passes and you bring your hand low enough to meet the couch.
>Trying your best to avoid the wound, you massage her tail dock and her flanks.
>You trace your finger around the dock, flicking the tail in circles.
>Limestone, eyes still closed, is biting her lip slightly.
>Your excitement is approaching its peak as you get to the best part.
>You rub your hands along her inner flanks and drag your fingers to a velvety protrusion.
>Limestone is breathing loudly.
>You stroke her ponut back and forth, making sure to stretch it a little bit with each motion.
>The mare is now sucking on her lower lip.
>You lick your own for what is coming next.
>Limestone's horse vagina is already sopping wet.
>You purse your hands around the edges, and drag one finger down the middle.
>The marepussy winks once and you repeat.
>You feel the soggy couch against the back of your hand as you keep rubbing the pony's special area.
>Much more winking goes on, and Limestone lets out a soft moan.
>Before driving the mare over her edge, a growing in your own pants needs attention.
>You pull your hand out from under Limestone, who exhales deeply.
>She's already looking kind of sweaty.
>You take the brief intermission to taste your fingers.
>Her pussy juice is both mildly sweet and mildly sour, just as you were expecting from her.
>You stand up and drop your pants.
>Your dick is already pitching a tent in your underpants as you sit back down.
>Limestone sees the object and goes red in the face.
>>27909137
>>27909137
>>27908656
Its cute mang
>>27908656
Nice.
been an hour and a half since writefag posted
clop incoming
>>27909046
Sorry to leave y'all at the lewd part, but I gotta leave for a couple hours. Won't be nearly as long as yesterday.
>>27909598
>>27909832
>>27910212
>>27910514
You don't need to bump every 40 minutes, it literally only got to page 5...
>>27909137
>She looks back at you, takes a few breaths and nods.
>You remove the tent's fabric, exposing your member.
>Limestone gasps and puts a hoof over her mouth.
>To ease her into it, you lean over and start kissing her down her neck.
>The blue mare shivers as you trail down to her chest.
>To get a better position, you get off of the couch and kneel in front of Limestone.
>You keep planting kisses lower and lower.
>Her muscles tickled by the feeling of your lips against her coat.
>When you reach her teats, you trace the nipples with your tongue a few times.
>By going lower, Limestone crunches forward and holds onto your head.
>You know you've found her special spot.
>The clitoris is hard to lick continually with the rate she's winking.
>She's close again, but you won't let her finish without you.
>Again, you take your body away from Limestone's.
>You see her face flushed with ecstasy:
>Her tongue is hanging out and she's panting like a dog.
>She whimpers at your retreat, gesturing for you to finish her off.
>You straighten your back, bringing your cock up to level with her sweet marehood.
>You take a last look at Limestone before you head in.
"If you don't want this, say something now."
>She just keeps breathing deeply.
>Her eyes meet yours.
>They scream with lust.
>You put your tip at the entrance to her hole.
>She's pursing her lips, bracing for impact.
>Before you get to tease her even a little bit, her vaginal muscles pull you in.
>And holy shit is it fantastic.
>Limestone is breathing in soft, nervous moans.
>You use all the will in your body to not climax instantly.
>You inch your way into the mare's hole, beginning to fill it with your cock.
>Just as you're dragged in further, Limestone's moaning increases in volume.
>You hit a wall, her wall.
>She looks terrified, unknowing of what is going to happen next.
>>27910608
>>27910608
You'd better take her for another round, anon.
(may rewrite the last section)
>>27910608
>Bringing her into a hug, you want to make the next part less scary for her.
>She clenches you tightly with her hooves.
"Hold on, Limey."
>Limestone clenches every muscle in her face as hard as she can.
>You pull back a bit, and with a slight snapping sound, break through her hymen.
>Limestone's body pulsed with the electric pain of her cherry being popped.
>She lets out a loud squeal combined with a moan which startles you a little bit.
>Her clenched teeth fire open, and the mare lets in an enormous gasp of air.
>You're far beyond her former wall, tapping her womb.
>Her vaginal walls suck you back in as you drag your dick out and slam it all the way back in to your hilt.
>Limestone pants loudly every thrust you take into her once-virginal pussy.
>The moans are almost like shouts.
>You keep pounding inside of the blue horse's hole, balls slapping against her ripe ponut.
>Being past the point you were worried about, you push your head back so to finish while looking at Limestone's beautiful face.
>Sweat litters the mare's face.
>A cock bulges from her lower stomach, forming a little mound as you hilt as deep as you can inside of her.
>Her clit is winking rapidly, and her muscles spazzing tell you she's about to finish with you.
>The constant winking forces you over the edge.
>You spill your white, sticky contents deep into the mare's womb.
>Limestone's muscles lurch and yellowish marecum starts flowing freely from her pussy, coating your shaft, balls, but mostly the couch.
>You spray multiple strands in the mare's deep hole, until there is no room left.
>Her juices mix with yours.
>As the two of you finally finish,you flop down onto the couch, exhausted.
>>27910770
>tfw you can't relax now because you gotta clean the couch before her family gets back
>>27910770
>>27910770
damn son
>>27910770
>You climb up onto the couch and lay with Limestone.
>Your fluids, her fluids, along with some blood from her hymen, you carelessly smear across the couch slightly with your leg.
>The two of you are sweaty, smelly, and tired.
>With your cock soft enough to slip out of Limey's marehood, you do so, and hear a *plop* when you two are finally unbound.
>Your heads and noses touch, exchanging breaths as the two of you relax in each other's company.
>...
>" Anonymous?"
>You can tell that she hardly has the energy to speak.
"Yeah, Limey?"
>She makes that same nervous gulp that she did the night before.
>"I... think I'm in love with you."
>Her eyes are open.
>You can't say it enough, her eyes are beautiful.
>The vibrant lemon-lime coloring compliments her mostly gray appearance.
>SHE, is beautiful.
>It doesn't take you long after staring into those eyes once again to respond.
"I want to be with you, Limestone. I want to be with you all of the time."
>Your heart feels warm when you're with her.
>Your mind feels at ease when you're with her.
>Is this what love feels like?
>Limestone tears up at your words and for the first time, she is the one pulling you into a kiss.
>It is passionate, it is deep.
>Your lips lock and 30 minutes could have passed, but you wouldn't know.
>Her cheeks are burning red, and you feel the heat seeping off of them.
>You're no longer nervous using your tongue.
>Her muscle and yours interlope, playfully exploring each other's caverns, stopping every now and then for a wrestling match.
>You feel her in you, and you know from the bottom of your heart that she feels the same way.
>There are no words you need to say.
>There are no words she needs to say.
>You two are one with each other.
>And it's the best feeling you've ever felt.
>When the kiss breaks, you and Limey start drifting off to sleep.
>You take one of the couch covers laying over one of the couch's arms and throw it over the two of you.
>Within seconds, you find yourself asleep.
>>27910928
>falling asleep without getting dressed or cleaning the mess
>>27910928
Yeah, fall asleep on the couch you just killed with your apocalyptic fuck session, don't try to clean up before the rest of the family gets home.
>>27910770
>>27910942
>>27910971
Idk what y'all are talking about, skiing trips for me always were waking up at the ass-crack of dawn and returning after 5pm or something. Keep in mind they fell asleep in the morning, right after breakfast, too.
>>27911109
Th-That legit scares me...
>>27910928
>You wake up at what seems to be noon time.
>The repugnant mess you and Limey left is plenty smelly enough to be noticeable.
>Under the kitchen sink, you find ample cleaning supplies.
>Using the assortment of liquids, you feel a bit bad scrubbing off the literal mark of your first time making love to Limestone.
>Giving it some time to seep in, the smell has diminished and the spot is hardly noticeable.
>Limestone's eyelids flutter open and she notices you scrubbing the couch.
>She rubs one eye and lays back down.
>The mess being clean, you go over and tap Limestone's shoulder.
"Hey, Limey. We should probably shower."
>She groans lazily.
"Come on, I already cleaned the couch, all we have to do is clean ourselves."
>You carry the supplies back into the kitchen and head up into the shower.
>Aaaahhhh...
>The feeling of warm water.
>You're not entirely sure of what was wrong the other day, but you're enjoying this warmth.
*CLICK*
>The door creaks open.
>Instinctively you cover your crotch, but find that it was only Limestone.
"Do you MIND?"
>"Nope."
>The shower door opens, and in comes Limestone, with a nonplussed expression.
>You open your mouth to argue, but you really don't mind the idea of her showering with you after recent events.
>She huddles up close to you to receive the lower droplets that aren't hitting your body.
>You sneak a peek at her behind.
>Her fur is matted down from the sexual fluids.
>Just watching her wipe her nethers with her hoof is making you hard again.
>The soap clears and you see her ravaged pussy in all its glory.
>You feel oddly proud, being the one who destroyed it.
>Thinking back, just hours ago, you were... inside her.
>Fuck, your cock is full-length again.
You guys do realize you're being a bunch of faggots right?
>>27911252
Doohohohohohohohoho
>>27911345
>implying
>>27911345
fug, u caught me
>>27911252
>It doesn't take long for Limestone to notice.
>She has a sly grin on her face.
>She knows you're looking.
>Her hoof hooks into her snatch, and she pulls.
>The pink plushiness stretches with it.
>She lets go, and a slight snapping sound is audible in the wet shower.
>Limestone leans her shoulders on the ground and squirts an excessive amount of body wash onto her hoof.
>She lathers the soap onto both of her asscheeks and presses them together with both hooves.
>Making circular motions, the mare oscillates between squishing and stretching her squishy hindquarters.
>Subconsciously, you had started stroking your shaft to the display.
>The soap suds fall, and to your brief disappointment, Limestone stands back up proper.
>It is quickly made up, as your member is soon booping Limey on the nose.
>Still with the sly grin, she opens her mouth wide and places her tongue along the bottom of your shaft.
>Slowly at first, she bobs back and forth, sucking hard on your tip.
>It takes little effort for her to get halfway down your shaft, but in a surprising display, Limey forces your entire member into her throat.
>Oh shit.
>You feel the slimy residue from the back of her throat spread against the rest of your cock as she bobs between half and full-length.
>She quickly pushes you to your limits, and you grab the back of her head.
>You push yourself as deep as you can get and release your seed directly down the mares throat, coating her insides with your love.
>After a couple spurts, you pull back to give her air.
>She held her breath well and didn't seem to choke on your cum.
>She takes a good breath through her nose as you finish off the last few strands in her mouth.
>She closes her eyes and focuses on swallowing your thick liquid.
>Which she does, without a hitch.
>Wow. Just wow.
>The two of you dry off and head downstairs for some lunch.
>Even though you filled Limestone pretty well, she still had the appetite for some rock bread.
>>27911424
>The rest of the day is as cozy as ever.
>The two of you spend all of the time together.
>You both enjoyed reading a good amount, so for a while you just read in the living room together.
>Walks were a lot more enjoyable with Limestone around.
>Even if you were doing it just to think about stuff alone, you really didn't mind Limey's presence.
>You talked plenty with her.
>The "tough mare" mask she puts on for everyone isn't even noticeable anymore when you're with her.
>Hell, even her voice sounds beautiful to you now.
>You really do love this mare.
>Some time just as the sun is about to disappear, the front door finally opens.
>"HEYA ANON, HEYA LIMESTONE, WEEEE'RE BAAAAACK!"
>Oh crap.
>Pinkie bounces into the living room.
>And gasps at the sight she sees.
>Limestone...
>Sitting on your lap.
>The two of you are just snuggling, reading the same book, but the position you're in is way too intimate for Pinkie's innocent mind.
>It was as if Limestone was zapped with lightning: she jumps off of your lap quickly and tries to shush her sister.
>Pinkie just looks back and forth between you two.
>Back and forth.
>Until she bursts out into her high-pitched giggling.
>Limey blushes and signals for Pinkie to keep it down.
>"Tehee... OKOKOK I'll be quiet now."
>Her cheeks are inflated and you can tell that she's trying to hold back laughter.
>You hear many hooves and assume the rest of the family has arrived.
>Igneous calls out.
>"Anonymous, Limestone Pie. We bringeth leftovers."
>"Great, I'm starving!"
"I'm good thanks."
>Pinkie follows her sister out of the room.
>You're alone for the first time today.
>You flip through the book some and hardly even notice Marble sit next to you.
>She's doing the "fiddling with her hooves" thing again.
>...
>You really have to ask her:
"What were you going to say about Limestone last time I talked to you?"
>The two of you sit in silence for a minute.
>Marble keeps sneaking a peek at you, trying to avoid eye contact.
>>27911690
>>27911690
>"Umm... well... how do I start?"
>You close the book and listen intently.
>"A couple years ago, there was a stallion we hired to guard Holder's Boulder during the nighttime."
>This already beats the record for how much you've heard Marble talk.
>"He was a very helpful and strong pony, and kind too."
>She tosses her hair out of the way and turns to face you.
>"He spent a lot of time on the farm, and even though Limestone was the pony who hired him, she yelled at him every time she even saw him..."
>...
>"She always threatened to kick him out, but never did. Eventually, the guard quit, and left a very nasty note for Limestone."
>...Ouch.
>"Of course we were sad that he left, but we didn't know what made Limestone act the way she did."
>You feel guilty momentarily for empathizing with this character.
>"When we gave her the note, she disappeared for... maybe two weeks?"
>Marble looks deep in thought.
>"Anyways, when she came back, she pretended like nothing had happened, and was right back to the way she normally was."
>...
>You sit there and absorb the story.
>It's a heavy load.
>You really feel bad for Limestone.
>It's not often that you get to see the good side of such an insecure being.
>You're glad you were given that opportunity.
>"I may not be the smartest pony..."
>Marble's continuation catches you off-guard.
>"...b-but I saw the way you and Limestone were looking at each other yesterday... at dinner."
>Really? Oh...
>"If you can make her feel... that way towards you. I trust that you're a good enough pony - er, uh - "hyooman" to make her feel safe."
>Wow, you tear up a bit.
>"I feel like you're special to her. Even if you don't think of her in 'that way', I implore you to keep trying to make her feel special."
>...
"Thank you Marble, I really needed to hear that."
>A single tear you let fall from your face hits the floor.
>>27911886
>Dinner passes without much drama.
>You're laying in bed, stuff mostly packed for when you leave in the morning.
>You still don't know what you're going to do about Limestone.
>She technically runs the farm, as she said.
>You don't know how long you'll survive with her absent.
>Speaking of which, Limestone opens the door to the guest room and trots in.
>There are no words that are needed to be said this time, she simply hops in the same bed as you.
>While you feel comfortable and like everything will be okay now that you're laying here with Limey, you know, deep down, you need to say it.
"Limestone, I'm leaving tomorrow."
>The mare jolts in place.
>"What? You can't though!"
>You feel her panic and try to calm her with belly rubs.
>She isn't having it though.
>"Can't you wait until next week or something?"
"Pinkie already bought the tickets, the train leaves tomorrow."
>Limestone is violently tapping her foot thinking of a way.
>"Wait!"
>Limestone scrambles out of bed.
>"Follow me."
>You're too tired for walking.
"Where are we going?"
>She smiles.
>"You'll see."
>The two of you, yet again, are walking in the dark of night, in some unlit direction.
>You have to keep brushing your right hand on Limestone's head to make sure she's still by your side.
>After around 15 minutes of walking, the two of you end up at the lake where you first kissed.
>Romantic as it may be, it's pitch black and freezing.
>"Keep following me!" she shouts from a distance.
"Sorry."
>You jog to catch up with her silhouette.
>The two of you walk around the perimeter of the lake for a bit.
>Limestone stops in front of you and you almost trip over her.
>You look up, and it seems to be a medium-sized cabin of sorts.
>Limestone opens the door and you follow inside.
>A flick of a switch and lights come on, blinding you for a brief moment.
>What you see before you is a small living space.
>>27912025
oh shit
>>27912025
>There's a bed, right in front of a cute little kitchen area.
>A small bathroom next to the bed, and a closet across from it.
>The tiny fireplace in the middle brings the whole thing together.
"What is this place?"
>"It was our 'summer den'. Sometimes we would play so long by the lake, it would be dark by the time we got home, and that made mom and dad worried. So our father helped us build a little cabin out here. It was for when it was really late, he would know we were at least safe here for the night."
>It was impressive, despite not having any eye-level windows.
>It really did have everything necessary, just a bit smaller.
>The thought of living here would be fine, you believe.
>But the thought of living here with Limestone makes it perfect.
>You kneel down to match Limestone's height.
>She's confused at first, but you wrap your hands around her hoof.
"Limey, it's perfect."
>The nervous demeanor she had was whisked away by those words.
>This is going to be your new home.
>And this mare is going to be your new life.
>>27911886
I havent felt feels like this in a long time
>>27912181
that's a good ending, unless you plan on tugging my heartstringsand my dickeven more
>>27912181
There we go, I think it's done. This was really fun for me to write, despite it being a pretty big time sink.
UPDATED PASTEBIN: http://pastebin.com/tmCj4Grc
>>27912240
I wouldn't do that cause I have a hard time finishing stories in the first place, main reason why I just wrote short oneshots up until now.
>>27912287
Great story, thanks for the greens
>>27912287
was really good mang
>>27912287epilogue where she's heavily pregnant, has weird food cravings, and pinkie is teasing her about it
>>27912287
i haven'f felt like this in quite a while.
thank you write friend.
It was beautiful
>>27912350
>Satyr abominations
no thanks.
>>27912394
centaurs are better
>>27912287
Awesome story, was comfy as all hell. Would like to see an epilogue but It's w/e if you do or don't. 10/10 would read again. Good shit!
>>27912181
>>7912287
Good shit mayne.
One of the better greentexts I've read.
Ending was a little abrupt though; could have used a little more closure.
>>27912287
That was really good. Thank you.
>>27912737
Yeah, I'm not so good at endings, one thing I need to work on. I brought it on fast because I felt it was going on a bit too long. I had a couple of other ideas of how it could end, but none were fastor sexually enticingenough that I really believe that I could keep people's interest. I'm not the best writer, so I think leaving it at that was the best way to go.
>>27913241
I never remember to put the name on when I switch to mobile.
