>"HI Nonny! I have a message for you from Rarity!"
>Pinkie sticks out her chest, puts on a spiteful face and adopts a familiar yet certainly made-up accent
>"I've had it up to here with Sweetie Belle spending her evenings at the arcade, playing... "video games". When I said she needed a male role model, well, Anon isn't what I had in mind. He's so carefree. And lazy. And boyish, and reckless. Not to mention he thinks he's SO good with kids. I can make Sweetie laugh."
>Pinkie crosses her arms and huffs
>"I could make her laugh until she cried. I'm just busy. There's no time in my schedule for telling childish jokes to my sister."
>She huffs even louder
>"And what is WITH his hair? Frankly, it's embarrassing. Spending time with someone of his... standards... is undoubtedly bad for Sweetie."
>...
>"Anyway, he's waiting to pick her up at her piano lessons. Be a dear and relay this to him?"
>Pinkie spins around and walks five feet before tensing up
>"Oh, but take out all those mean things I said. We wouldn't want to hurt his feelings."
>Pinkie nods her head and beams in satisfaction with her accurate retelling
>Then her eyes bulge
Previous Thread: >>2641240
Pastebins:
http://pastebin.com/u/Ponybones
http://pastebin.com/u/mediocrewritefag
If anyone has the paste for the Soarin side story, please post it.
>>26616505
>Fucked up the last thread link
>No side story paste
I think we need an active thread maker.
>>26616505
We live? Sweet. Now all we need to do is wait for a few hours for the green to roll in.
Soarin side story - Soarin's Silver Lining: http://pastebin.com/MFzZybgA
And so we continue... Yay!
>>26612382
>THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE!
>In your blissful afterglow, you had considered letting Silver have her precious little date, letting her end things with a kiss.
>Now she’s going to have to pay.
>Things are going to end a little differently.
>Your heavy stomping catches Soarin’s attention.
>His head comes up and his eyes widen as he sees you approach.
>He SHOULD be scared.
>Asshole.
>He changed sides.
>He wasn’t supposed to do that.
>Silver follows his gaze curiously, jumping when she sees you.
>She knows you’re angry.
>He doesn’t have a clue, but she knows.
>”Hey…” Soarin greets you, waving sarcastically. “Have fun?”
“In the restroom?”
>He shrugs.
“Are you stupid?”
>”I’ve been told that I am.”
>Asshole.
>Fine.
>You’ll make him suffer, too.
>>26617125
>It’ll be easy.
>You throw yourself into the booth beside Silver, trapping her.
>She smiles shyly at you, hoping –
>Oh, who cares what she’s hoping.
“So, how’s the date going?”
>You smile back, scooting over and bumping your hip into hers.
>”It’s…”
>Silver’s eyes dart between you and Soarin.
>”It’s fine,” he answers harshly. “Just fine.”
“Oh?”
>”Y-yeah…” Silver responds, looking down to avoid your eyes.
“What were you talking about?”
>You try your best to sound as cheerful as possible.
>It doesn’t convince either of them, but that’s not the point.
>Appearance is what matters.
>”Just telling Silver some funny stories about Spitfire.”
“O-oh.”
>Wait.
“Oh.”
>You can work with this.
“Talking about your last girlfriend, Soarin?”
>He scowls as you smirk.
“Sounds like you two had a lot of fun together.”
>”Yeah, but we weren’t dating.”
“Well, yeah, feel free to tell yourself that, but EVERYONE knows…”
>You shrug.
“Whatever, that’s not important now, is it?”
>You can feel Silver shivering beside you.
>She’s afraid.
>”No. It isn’t important.”
“Yeah, you should put that all behind you.”
>You turn to smile at Silver.
“It’s time to think of your future.”
>>26617325
It's happening
>>26617812
but not tonight
It'll happen tomorrow, once I figure out how the rest of this conversation is going to go.
>>26618370
Rip
Any chance for some Sweetie Belle green?
>>26619165
Bump for sweet Sweetie loving.
>>26617325
>You are Soarin and you were staring to enjoy this.
>Silver Spoon seems to be a bright girl. Nice, gentle, easy to get along with.
>But still just a girl, you have to remind yourself.
>It was easy to forget, though.
>Too easy, until that bitch came back.
>Just when things were getting good, too.
>She had opened up, but now?
>You are Silver Spoon and you keep your mouth shut.
>Diamond is angry. At you.
>You shouldn't have tried to talk to him. You shouldn't have laughed at his jokes.
>It was a mistake, but you didn't know what to do.
>You thought...
>That was a mistake. You shouldn't have thought.
>Politely laughing at his jokes seemed like the right thing to do. The obvious thing to do.
>This is why you need Diamond.
>You can't do anything right.
>Not even talk to a boy.
>Silently, you pray she can fix whatever it is you messed up.
>You... you think you genuinely like Soarin.
>He can be a bit pushy, but... that's okay.
>It's okay.
>He thinks he's doing it for your own good.
>It's not his fault he doesn't understand how worthless you are.
>In fact, you're glad he doesn't.
>He probably wouldn't like you if he did.
>You wish he would stop talking about Spitfire, though. Those stories... you could never live up to what they had together.
>It doesn't make you jealous - there's no point in that.
>But it does make you sad.
>Sooner or later, he'll realize just how worthless you are.
Bump?
>>26600972
>Sweetie Belle accepts your gesture and kisses back.
>The lights shut off, and the show is over.
>Both of you stand in your embrace for a while after the lights come back on.
>She breaks off from the kissing, and hugs you tightly.
>It seems that everything is right once more.
>From behind you, you hear sounds of admiration from the two freeloaders.
>Looking back, you can see they're cheering for you as if nothing was wrong.
>Applebloom even looks happy at seeing your display of affection.
>You bask in the positivity, until you notice someone else behind the girls.
>Upon spotting her, she slips out from the exhibit before you can clearly make out her features.
>God help you if that wasn't Rarity.
>
>Riding back in the car has been the most peaceful it has in the entire day.
>It seems that all that happened today has gone out the window.
>Except for Soarin.
>You're not really sure what the hell's going on with him, but you know he'll work through it like you.
>”Anon?”
>The saccharine passenger to your right catches your attention.
“Yeah, Sweetie?”
>”Thank you for today. We all appreciated it.”
>Behind her, the other two girls chime in with their piece.
>At least you know that Sweetie had a fun enough time there, that's all that matters.
>Your eyes shift back to the road and you realize that you're about to ram into a fencepost.
>You slam on the brakes to avoid totaling your Aztek.
>Everything seems fine until Scoots flings forward into the dash.
“Goddammit, wear the seatbelt, Scootaloo.”
>As you're about to berate her further, Applejack comes to your door and knocks on it.
>You roll down your window and are greeted with her trademark frown.
>”Anon, what do ya think y'all are doin?! Ah can't be addin' more to my busy workload.”
>Emphasizing her point, Applejack thrusts a sapling and a shovel into your face.
>You know she's trying to tell you not to wreck her shit, but you can't help but wonder if she got splinters.
>>26620765
I pity poor Silver Spoon. Lack of self esteem hits close to home.
>>26620765
>You risk looking up when Diamond mentions the future.
>She's smiling - at you. She's talking about you.
>"Spitfire never could be a decent girlfriend for you anyway," Diamond laughs, turning back to face Soarin. "Rumor has it she -"
>" - is a dyke? Yeah. I know."
>Diamond's mouth twitches into a scowl for a fraction of a second, too quick for anyone else to notice.
>You only do because you're used to seeing it - that tiny moment where surprise lets her true feelings show through her mask.
>Her smile is back almost immediately and she leans forward.
>"Exactly," she giggles softly, almost confidentially. "I bet there are things she wouldn't do for you no matter how much you asked!"
>Your friend sits back with a victorious smile.
>"I never asked," Soarin sighs, "because we were never dating."
>"Oh?"
>Diamond acts surprised, as if this was the first she'd heard of it.
>He's said it... you've lost track of how many times he's said it.
>Doesn't matter if they were dating, or... or whatever they were. Are.
>You don't know.
>What you DO know is that... that you'll...
>"Look, girl," Soarin growls, "Spitfire is my friend and captain and..."
>He pauses and looks down at something.
>"She's a friend," he corrects with a sigh. "Just a friend."
>You wish you could be his friend.
>"But it certainly sounds like you two have lots of fun together," Diamond probes, shrugging slightly. "I mean, you two drink together all the time, play soccer together..."
>You... you're too young to drink. So are they, but... you can't.
>And sports?
>That's not... not proper for a young girl of your position.
>You'd rather curl up with a good book anyway.
>"Yeah," Soarin growls back. "She's my friend. We have fun together. That's what friends are supposed to be for."
>You can't... there's... there's just no way you can replace her.
>Even if she is just a friend.
>There has to be some way - some THING - you can offer him that she can't.
>Something.
>ANYTHING.
>>26621344
Yes. Bump.
>>26621513
>You've never met anyone this caring, this... loyal.
>He doesn't want to be here, you know that much. He doesn't want to be around Diamond Tiara.
>But he is. He's doing this for you.
>You can't let him slip through your fingers.
>You can't let him realize how boring and pathetic you are.
>You can't -
>- you can't...
>... you can't...
>There has to be something you can do.
>Something to make him as loyal to you, not Spitfire.
>Why does Diamond keep bringer her up?
>Didn't she say... oh... it doesn't matter. You obviously misunderstood.
>You're so stupid.
>There's nothing special about you.
>Nothing to make him love you.
>"I told you!" he snarls angrily, the rage cutting through the fog of your thoughts. "We never slept together!"
>"Yeah, but -"
>"I never fucked Spitfire!"
>Oh.
>There is something you can offer Soarin.
>Something that would make you special to him.
>You.
>>26622197
>"I never fucked Spitfire!"
Damn Soarin keep your voice down
>>26622197
Soarin will end up sodomising Silver in the stalls won't he?
>>26622197
>Your love.
>Your body.
>But...
>... should you...?
>Timidly, you look askance at Diamond, trying to judge what she would say.
>Your friend is smiling, a sharp contrast to Soarin's furious expression.
>She... she might approve...
>She's the one that urged you to... to... be with him that night.
>No, it's a horrible idea.
>There's no way it could turn out well.
>It's your idea, after all.
>He may not remember, but he's already had you once.
>Would he want you again?
>>26622278
What? No!
There isn't enough room in one of the stalls for both of them AND Diamond Tiara. If she can't supervise, how is she going to tell Silver what she's doing wrong?
>>26622279
Thinking sloppy bj under the diner table?
>>26622401
Disabled stalls exist
>>26622413
Footjoband she'll accidentally kick him
>>26622279
Hold her hand and tell Diamond you don't want Silver doing any ideas from her!
>>26622424
True, but I already have something else in mind.
Though I will admit that the idea of Silver having rough, unlubed, first time buttsex in a bathroom stall does have some appeal.
Particularly if someone else comes just as she can't take it anymore and she has to stifle a scream to avoid being discovered.
Maybe later.
>>26622742
That's pretty hot - I can see Soarin desperately trying to find something to use as lube, and Diamond Tiara telling him "no, you go in dry"
>>26622757
It won't be DT's doing.
In fact, it'll be the point where she either realizes what a horrible thing she did or just how much she enjoys watching Silver get hurt.
Depends on if we want to go lighter or darker at that point.
>>26621368
>splinters
lost it
poor AJ
>>26616505
bump
>>26622279
>Would your despoiled body appeal to him at all?
>Would your devotion mean a thing to him?
>You… you THINK so.
>Or maybe you simply hope so.Lost all desire to write further today. The adventures of Soarin and Silver continue tomorrow, with pancakes and semi-consensual acts of a lewd nature. Not at the same time, of course.
>>26625189
>Not at the same time, of course.
Dropped
>>26625560
I was going to have Silver's first food-based violation be via wafflecone, but I guess that can be changed.
>>26616505
bump
Bumping for Bloomberg and his Apple mama. Maybe for AB getting a spanking as Anon & SB ride off together
>>26625189
>You are Diamond Tiara and you think she's finally starting to get it.
>If Silver bit her lip any harder, she'd draw blood.
>Her eyes keep flickering between you and him, her hands are curled into tight fists, clutching at the filthy cloth of her skirt.
>Heh.
>It'll be even worse by the time the night ends.
>You'll make sure of that.
>She moans softly - not sensually, but in mental anguish.
>Perfect.
>You turn your eyes back to Soarin.
>The boy is still rambling about his innocence or something.
"Fine."
>You shrug, the simple gesture cutting him short like none of your words had.
>Of course, you hadn't been trying to get him to stop.
>"What do you mean by that?" he growls, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Is that -"
"It means exactly what it sounds like."
>You sigh dramatically, reaching out and putting an arm around Silver's shoulders.
>She doesn't resist as you pull her close.
"I just wish you were that protective of Silver Spoon, that's all."
>He blinks.
>The change in his eyes from one moment to the next is beautiful, hard and angry turning to trembling and furious.
"It's not like Spitfire's reputation will be hurt any, but my friend's..."
>You smile devilishly, unable to stop yourself from taunting Soarin further.
"If it gets out what you've done to her..."
>"No one has to know. Just -"
>He breaks off as you stroke your hand down Silver's arm.
>He can't tell you to leave.
>He wants to, but he can't, because Silver would go with you, and he can't let that happen.
>The idiot wants so hard to save her.
>Your smile widens.
>>26629291
>Soarin glares at you in awkward silence.
>Well, awkward for him. Maybe Silver, too.
>Not for you.
>You know exactly what's running through his head.
>It took you longer than you thought, but eventually you figured him out.
>He's trapped.
>You are Soarin and you are trapped.
>Talking to Silver was a mistake, because you found out she was a nice, kind girl.
>If you hadn't, maybe you'd be able to convince yourself to walk away.
>Maybe you could tell yourself that the police won't do anything, even if Diamond carries through on her earlier threat.
>You want to.
>The way she kept badgering you about Spitfire still has your blood up.
>You want to walk out and leave the two here.
>No, you want to walk out and leave Diamond here.
>You can't leave Silver.
>Talking to her, getting to know her a bit - just a bit - was a mistake.
>Possibly the biggest one of your life.
>Might even be the biggest one of her life, because now you can't leave her here with this bitch.
>She's too innocent. Too trusting. Too shy to say no.
>And far too eager to please.
>You suspect she would kill herself at the right word from Diamond Tiara.
>And you also suspect that bitch would give that word, just to punish you.
>You won't let her.
>Silver looks so scared, almost terrified.
>Not of her, though.
>Of you.
>Her eyes keep flickering your way, darting aside every time you notice.
>You wish you could walk away.
>It would be the smart thing to do, to force the consequences before the situation gets any worse.
>>26630136
Maaaaaaan...
>>26630136
>You sit quietly, trying desperately to think of a way out, but it always comes back to the same thing.
>If you leave, you get punished... and Silver gets punished.
>But if you stay... maybe you can mitigate the damage.
>You sigh, looking away, out across the diner.
>Looking for a distraction, not an escape.
>There isn't one.
>You sigh again and look back at the girls.
>>26630170
We need a grease fire or something.
>>26630170
>Silver is still trembling, too scared to speak.
>Diamond is still smiling, waiting for your surrender.
>You can't give it to her, but you can't remain silent.
>It makes Silver's timidity practically audible.
"Hope you like pancakes."
>Diamond shrugs.
"Our food is almost done."
>"How can you tell?" she asks, her smile slipping for a brief moment as her patience begins to run out.
"Come here often enough and you can tell."
>This booth isn't in a place where you can see into the kitchen, but it's close enough to hear.
>There's not any one particular sound that tips you off, just experience.
>At least it will provide something else to focus on.
>"Well, just how often DO you come here?"
"Usually three or four times a week, with Spitfi-"
>Diamond smiles.
>Silver flinches.
>You regret ever opening your mouth.
>"Why don't you go wash up before the food arrives?" Diamond suggests to her friend, sliding out of the booth for Silver to exit. "You're a total mess."
>The girl nods slowly and scoots out, still trembling.
>You watch silently as she makes her way across the room, leaving you and Diamond alone.
>You almost reach across the table and strangle her as she slides back into the booth.
>Almost.
>It's so very tempting.
>Just her shit-eating grin is justification enough.
>"So... Soarin..."
>She smirks even wider, leaning forward and resting her elbows on the table.
>"Let me tell you how things are going to be from now on."
>Years of dealing with Spitfire's bullshit have given you the willpower to resist slapping her face off.
>You almost give in anyway.
>Would, if you didn't know it would just make everything worse.
"I won't blindly do whatever you say. I hope you realize that."
>"Good!" she laughs back. "I don't want you to! I want you to do what SHE says."
>>26630805
It's becoming exponentially more difficult for me to not scream and claw at the monitor.
>>26616505
bump
>>26616505
bump
>>26630805
THE GUARD WANT A WORD WITH YOU BITCH!
>>26630805
"That's basically the same thing."
>"Yes," she gloats. "It is."
“Then why should I?”
>”Because she’ll want you to,” the girl laughs. “Every single thing she asks you to do is something she truly wants.”
“Because you told her that’s what she wanted.”
>Diamond shakes her head slowly.
>”No, I won’t even have to say a word. Besides… it’ll be what she thinks you want.”
“Then I’ll just tell her –“
>”Tell her what? No? You’ll tell her no? Can you imagine how that will make her feel?”
>Yes.
>You can.
>It’s all too easy to imagination Silver curled up in a ball, crying because she took it the wrong way, because she thinks saying no means saying no to HER.
>”You’re her boyfriend now,” Diamond says resolutely. “Your only job is to do whatever it takes to make her happy.”
“Except I can’t tell anyone.”
>”Right,” she agrees with a vicious grin. “Not only is Silver underage, but she won’t want anyone to know, because it might get back to her parents.”
>You stare at her in silence eliciting a sarcastic shrug from the girl.
>”Maybe if you were the *captain* of the Wonderbolts – and if she were a few years older – but…”
>You are Silver Spoon and you are a mess.
>Mud on your skirt.
>Tear-streaked face.
>Wrist starting to bruise.
>There’s little you can do about the first and nothing about the last, but you can at least wash your face.
>With your glasses resting on the counter, you cup your hands under the faucet.
>You can distinctly make out where his thumb dug into your wrist.
>>26633109
BRUH
>>26633109
>A bracelet will hide that nicely.
>Something wide.
>You have just the perfect piece at home, something gaudy your aunt gave you last year.
>Not too ostentatious, though, which is ideal.
>Something overly flashy would draw just as much attention as the injury.
>The water is running over, splashing down the back of your hand to drip into the sink.
>You are Soarin and the more this bitch makes sense, the more you hate her.
>”Even if you don’t go to jail –“
“I won’t.”
>”- they’ll still take you away from her. And me.”
“Sounds like the best thing, then. What’s their number? I’ll call them right now.”
>”You really want them to pull Silver out of Canterlot High and send her to Crystal Prep?”
“Yes.”
>If it gets her away from Diamond, it’s worth it.
>”She would never get to see any of us again. Do you want to take away her only friend?”
“You aren’t her friend.”
>”I am.”
“No.”
>”I AM,” Diamond insists. “Without me – and you, now, I guess – she has *nothing*. She would *be* nothing.”
>The girl leans back.
>”I – we – are the only thing that gives her life meaning and it’s *always* been that way.”
>You are Silver Spoon and you shouldn’t have let the mud sit this long.
>It’s set – no amount of dabbing at it with a damp paper towel can clean it off now. Not completely.
>You… you think you know why she pushed you to the ground.
>Once you had the ball of paper in your hand, it came to you.
>You should have trusted her. She came to the same conclusion as you.
>There’s only one thing you have to offer Soarin.
>>26633268
>>26633109
THIS IS NOT OKAY
>>26633268
>You just wish you had realized it earlier, like Diamond had.
>A shudder runs through your body as you drop the paper towels into the wastebin.
>You don’t know if…
>You are Soarin and you don’t know if you are ready to accept this.
>It’s true.
>You know it’s true, but accepting it is a different thing.
>Diamond isn’t saying a word, just waiting victoriously as the thoughts filter through your brain.
>You barely react as Short Stack drops the first three plates on the table.
>”Be right back with the rest.”
“Okay.”
>You think there’s a moment of silence before Diamond Tiara snarls angrily at you.
>”Seriously? You seriously got pancakes?”
“Yeah.”
>”Why!?”
“It’s what Spitfire and I –“
>”You need to forget that girl!”
>You glance up angrily before movement catches your eye.
“Y-yeah.”
>You sigh, trying to smile for Silver Spoon.
“I do.”
>The girl smiles back shyly as she approaches, her right hand clasped over her left wrist.
>You know she’s hiding the developing bruise, but the pose just makes her look more demure than ever.
>”*Finally*,” Diamond huffs, sliding out of the booth for Silver to sit. “The food’s almost cold!”
>”Sorry.”
>She doesn’t sit, though, edging towards you instead.
>Not much, just an inch or two, just enough for your frazzled mind to get it.
>She doesn’t want to sit next to Diamond.
>You don’t know why, only that you approve.
>You quickly stand, making room for Silver to scoot past you.
>If she doesn’t want to sit next to her friend, you’ll do it.
>For her.
>Because it’s for the best.
>You take a step around the table, but a hand grabs your wrist, pulling you back.
>It’s gone before you can even look back in surprise.
>”You can sit here,” Silver mumbles softly. “I don’t mind.”that's all for tonight. got to get working on other greens.
>>26633854
Soarin go to the most consistent form of help, not God obviously, but pure, cold, calculated, evil.
>>26634023
Principal Celestia?
>>26634119
yes
Jesus Christ
>>26616505
Bump
>>26633854
I'm sure you've got a plan, but please don't make it one of those stories where even the bad guy gets some sort of plus on their life. I want DT to suffer and i want no happiness for her, so please, please don't make some bullshit thing where she felt like she had to be needed to have self worth and soarin feels sorry for her. But if you do then whatevs.
>>26637761
I'm hoping he goes for the ending discussed in the previous thread:
Where Soarin and Silver (and I'm hoping it's Silver) murder Diamond Tiara in response to all of the shit that she's done, and then flee to some South American country with warm beaches, and lax extradition treaties.
Bump for Silver Spoon sensually sucking Soarin's schlong
>>26633854
>She can't even meet your eyes, intently staring at the wall.
>You glance in Diamond's direction - her face is running through a range of emotions, from surprise and outrage to devilish satisfaction.
>She hadn't said a word to Silver Spoon.
>It isn't her idea; it comes purely from Silver's thoughts and desires.
>She touched you - even if only for a fraction of a second - she touched you of her own free will, not because of anything Diamond suggested or forced her to do.
>This is it.
>This is your last chance to walk away.
>You're already standing.
>Should be easy.
>Just... walk away.
>Throw a twenty on the table to cover the meal and walk away.
>Get in your car.
>Drive home.
>Convince yourself that you'll be okay. That won't be hard. That won't be hard at all.
>Then you'll have to convince yourself that Silver will be okay.
>Try not to think about her, about what Diamond will say to her - or what she'll say to herself.
>It shouldn't be this hard.
>You should be able to walk away, before things get any worse.
>You HAVE to walk away, before things get any worse.
>Despite having her hand on you for the briefest of moments, alighting and fluttering away like a butterfly, despite having touched you barely hard enough for you feel...
>Despite that, Silver Spoon drags you down beside her, like you were wrapped in unbreakable chains.
>She barely looks up as you sit down, just enough for you to see her giddy smile.
>You are Silver Spoon and nothing exists except you and your pounding heart.
>It drums, thunderous and impossibly fast, rocking your body with every pulse.
>>26633854
>>26637761
>>26637828
I'd like to see [POSSIBLE LEGITIMATE SPOILERS, mostly intended for writefag]all of them (or at least Soarin' and DT) miserable; Soarin constantly thinking SS is only doing what DT commands, while DT feels bad for what she did to SS, and tries to find out what Silver likes so they could do more of what she wants, but ends up thinking she brainwashed her so far, that SS only enjoys what she tells her to; the guilt eating at her. Meanwhile, after an initial period of opening up, Silver is actually enjoying what they're doing (including lewd) and spending time with both of them. SS could even introduce them both to books (Daring Do, because it's the easy go-to); but Soarin' is worried that DT is going to try to rip this from her, while DT feels bad about what she did to SS, but doesn't show that. This could be the followup after Diamond decides to follow the CMC around for a bit because of her envy, to find out how they could be so happy.
Alternatively, Silver could always be thinking that what she's doing isn't good enough to please them, and ends up miserable.
Or DT's purely evil, with a heart of ice.
I had this worded so much better, but my dumb-ass copied over the text from the clipboard. So I lost the postand part of my sanity.
Fuck, man
>>26638774
SS needs herself some backbone.
>>26637761
>>26637828
>>26639385
I have many plans, but no idea which ones this story will end up following.Everyone will be miserable at one point or another.
Hadn't thought of Silver getting Soaring (and DT) to read, though. With them, she might have a chance of getting her book club going. DT might even allow other people to joineither because she's seen the error of her ways, or because the more people watching Silver be used, the better.
>>26639974P-please, don't, j-just let Spoon be happy.
>>26638774
>It worked.
>He sat beside you.
>Panic and excitement war in your breast.
>"Calm down."
>You don't know where the words come from, or the gentle touch on your back.
"I can't."
>You don't know who you're talking to.
>Maybe yourself.
>"Take a deep breath, Silver."
>You follow the voice's instructions, breathing in until your lungs feel like they're ready to burst.
>"Now let it out. Slowly."
>The touch on your back disappears as you exhale.
>You miss it.
>"The pancakes here are pretty awesome, but nothing to get this worked up about."
>Pancakes...?
>That's... absurd...?
>What?
>What do pancakes have to do with anything?
>You shake your head slightly, trying to brush off the questions.
>Instead, it clears the fog from your eyes.
>Soarin is smiling at you, the expression as gentle as his touch.
"P-pancakes...?"
>"Yeah," he grins. "Pancakes."
"But..."
>"Pancakes."
>He grabs one of the plates and drags it over to you.
>"Pancakes," he says again, with such resolve you can't help but take him seriously. "Here. Take a bite."
>He pushes a fork into your hand.
>"I still don't get why you ordered PANCAKES," Diamond whines, though it sounds like she's a thousand miles distant. "It's not proper food for a date!"
>You giggle.
>He messed up, too.
>At least that means you aren't the only one with no clue what you're doing.
>"I mean, SERIOUSLY, what were you thinking!?"
>"I was thinking I like the pancakes here."
>"Then why did you order them for US!?"
>"Because I thought Silver might like them, too."
>Maybe he didn't mess up.
>You do like them.
>>26640011
I second these dubs and emotions.
>>26640011
The dead can't be unhappy. Close enough?
>>26640112>[Guarded optimism builds]
>>26640113
>>26640824
>>26641077
Much as I want to see DT die, we have to destroy Silver before we can rebuild her
>>26641135
Destroy how?
>>26641309
Emotionally or anally.
>>26641323
Both
>>26641323
Soarin could destroy Silver emotionally just by walking away right now.
I'm assuming you have something more elaborate in mind?
>>26641135
She is pretty much broken already though.
>>26641953
But not completely - for instance, she still thinks she has a friend, and that that "friend" is acting in her best interests
>>26621368
>"Anon!"
>Her forceful tone of voice reminds you that you're being berated for almost causing property damage.
“S-sorry, AJ, I was distracted by the...you know.”
>You give a slight gesture to the plant she's cradling in her arms.
>Applejack frowns at you.
>”He has a name.”
>Wait, what?
“He?”
>”Yes, he. His name is Percy.”
“...Percy?”
>”Anon, Ah don't need to explain my namin' preferences.”
>You really want to question her, but you know it's better if you just drop it.
>Conveniently, Applebloom decides to exit the car at that moment.
>”Applebloom? Ya hitched a ride with Anon?”
>Bloom looks at Applejack with that defeated gaze of hers.
>Guess she still isn't completely over it all.
>”Ya look like someone hit ya with the disappointment stick.”
>Applebloom sighs and gives her sister a hug.
>”Ah just had a hard day, that's all. Now, ah'm gonna go take a shower and rethink my life for a while.”
>Everyone watches her shuffle towards the farm, half-expecting her to just collapse.
>”Anon, what's up with my sister?”
>You look up at Applejack and shrug.
“I barely know how older women work. Don't ask me.”
>Applejack seems less than convinced with your answer, but she decides to leave it be.
>”Well, thanks for bringin' Bloom back here safe and sound. Just try to keep from wreckin' the place next time ya decide to drop by, alright?”
“Noted.”
>Applejack nods her head at you and begins to walk off as well.
>During her departure, you swear that you can see Percy's branches moving, like they're waving at you.
>You want to question what the hell is going on in the Apple orchard, but you'd rather not stick around to see whatever sort of things are going to come from Applejack's hellspawn tree child right now.
>After driving off of Applejack's property, your mind wanders towards thoughts of Sweetie Belle's drop-off.
>Here's to hoping that perhaps Rarity has been pleased with the show you put on for her today.
>>26642080
>Has a demonic tree bust out of her babymaker
>Names it fucking Percy
Applejack confirmed for shit tier teenage mother.
>>26642163
Implying Granny would tolerate anything else.
>>26642080
Applebloom better not be trying to hang herself after we leave.
>>26640112
I do not trust that this happiness isn't going to turn into hell for both of them shortly, no sir.
But I'll enjoy it while it lasts.
>>26616505
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>>26616505
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>>26616505
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>>26642618
>But I'll enjoy it while it lasts.
Me too.
Don't worry, the good times will last a little longer.
>>26642080
How long before Applebloom tries to rape her new nephew?
>>26616505
bump
Ponybones when?
>>26646442
Stump
>>26646497
Grump
>>26646975
Mump
>>26616505
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>>26647525
Rump
>>26648416
FrumpPump n dump
On that note,How the fuck did I forget hump?!
Bump?
I've got the upcoming lewd mostly written, but finishing the meal is proving problematic.
CYOA time - skip the rest of the meal? Or wait a little longer for that to get ironed out for more pleasant Silver happy times?
>>26649868
I can wait senpai
Pump
Ponp
>>26640112
>Soarin chose them for you.
>Of course you like them.
>You like him, too.
>”Oh, whatever,” Diamond grumbles faux-playfully. You can hear her forcing a smile back on her face. “I guess what matters is that you two are happy.”
>”Yep.”
>The fork cuts easily through the fluffy texture, barely disturbing the syrup pooled on top.
>It’s red.
>Strawberry?
>Yes, strawberry.
>The real thing, not mass-produced artificial flavoring.
>The smell is intoxicating.
>The syrup has soaked through the pancakes, but has not turned them to an inedible mush yet.
>You would have eaten it anyway, but the small sliver stays intact the entire trip from the plate to your mouth.
>A small drop of red falls, dotting your skirt.
>The loss of anything that produces such a beautiful scent bothers you more than the stain it will leave.
>This skirt ruined anyway, but more importantly, *he* didn’t give it to you.
>It’s just a skirt.
>”Well?”
“Oh.”
>You’ve been holding the sliver under your nose, breathing in the wondrous scent without tasting it.
>How ungrateful of you.
>He’s been waiting. You shouldn’t leave him waiting. It’s not ladylike.
>Your tongue flickers out, sampling the syrup.
>It’s almost as amazing as he is.
>The sliver slides off your fork easily, your tongue drawing it into your mouth.
>The pancake… it has flavor.
>Not just the syrup, but a flavor all of its own, buttery and rich.
>This can’t be healthy.
>”Good, isn’t it?”
>It’s better than that.
>You nod.
>”Next time we come here…”
>There will be a next time.
“Pancakes. I will order the pancakes.”
>He grins as you cut yourself another tiny slice without prompting.
>>26651190
>You hide your own smile by dabbing at your lips with your napkin.
>It comes away pink.
>”Well, I guess I’ll give it a try,” Diamond huffs, sounding rather pessimistic.
>Your closest friend is still annoyed he did something wrong – she wanted this to be perfect for you.
>Though you appreciate her passion, you couldn’t hope for anything better.
>Soarin made a mistake ordering breakfast food for your first date, but you don’t mind at all.
>This is still perfect.
>He did it for you.
>You have to… you’ll have to make it up to him.
>Make tonight as perfect for him as he has for you.
>More syrup falls across your skirt and blouse as your hand trembles violently at the thought.
>Is it excitement or fear? Even you’re not sure.
>Both, undoubtedly.
>You are Soarin and you are relieved.
>She likes it.
>At least something is going right.
“Pancakes?”
>She looks up in surprise, fork still in her mouth.
>It takes a second before she understands, a smile blossoming as she pulls the fork free and swallows.
>”Pancakes,” she replies firmly – as firmly as a timid thing like her can.
“Pancakes.”
>”Pancakes?”
>”Hash browns,” Short Stack interrupts with a grin, setting down three more plates.
>She’s seen this little ritual before, between you and Spitfire.
>“Also bacon. And eggs.”
“Thanks, Shorty.”
>You nod in appreciation as she retreats to deal with other customers.
>>26649868
i got nothing but time so if the end result is even better than ya take your time champ
Yee
>>26616505
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DRUG
>>26651408
God, this is god-tier.
>>26616505
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>>26616505
bump
Tis a glorious day for fan fiction! Got a bucket of popcorn and awaiting the greens.
>>26651408
“I… um… I didn’t know how you’d like your eggs, so…”
>You wave a hand at the three new additions.
>Diamond has already claimed the scrambled egg plate, shoveling it into her mouth like there’s no tomorrow.
>You stifle a laugh. Bitch can talk all the shit she wants, but even she can’t resist.
“Well, Silver? Poached or over-easy?”
>She tilts her head, the very tip of her fork resting against her lips.
>A drop of syrup slides down the tines before her tongue slips out and laps it up greedily.
>”Pancakes,” she giggles.
>You are Silver Spoon and you don’t know.
>”Yeah,” he laughs back. “They’re not as good as the pancakes. Greasy Spoon’s eggs are usually a little heavy on the butter for me, but…”
>He shrugs.
“Which do you want?”
>Soarin gives it a moment’s thought before shrugging again, moving just his shoulders.
>He’s already reaching for a plate.
>”I had over-easy last –“
>He cuts off mid-sentence, looking at you cautiously.
>It’s… it’s okay.
>You know he’s come here before.
>Shared this meal with others before.
>There’s nothing you can do about that, so you have to be okay with it.
>You HAVE to be.
>”I guess I’ll have the poached eggs,” he sighs. “You can have the over-easy. Sound good?”
>It’s his idea.
>It sounds great.
I have things I have to do, but the end of dinner and end of this chapter will come late tonight.
Hoping some Sweetie green shows up while I'm out. I'm only writing this green to bump the thread for those stories.And because some people are enjoying it for some reason.Totally not writing it because I enjoy hurting Silver Spoon. Nope. Don't like that one bit. Not at all.
nein
>>26659725
She deserves to be happy.
..
Jesus Christ
At
>>26616505
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>>26651190
>>26651408
>>26659636
This is hella cute.
>>26660935
Yeah, yeah she does.
>>26616505
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>>26659636
>You bob your head agreeably and he slides a plate over.
>Though reluctant, you cut away a small section of… oh… it’s runny.
>”Want the others instead?” Soarin asks, noticing your hesitation.
>No.
>He had these last time.
>Tonight has to be perfect for him.
>You owe it to him not to balk away from things you would normally avoid.
>That’s what this is all about, isn’t it?
>You are Soarin and you’re enjoying yourself again.
>Silver is, too.
>Diamond… fuck that bitch, but she’s tearing through her food like Spitfire through the other team’s defense.
>Of course, it’s easy to relax when you have a belly full of warm food. That doesn’t mean you should.
>You keep glancing Silver’s direction, trying to judge her mind and mood.
>She’s savoring every bite, every morsel, to the fullest before moving on to the next.
>As you watch, she lifts another tiny slice of pancake to her mouth, delicately drawing it in with her tongue before licking the excess syrup from the fork.
>Next, the eggs, again cleaning the tines completely before returning to the pancake.
>Always, back to the pancakes.
>Pancakes, eggs, pancakes, bacon, pancakes, hash browns, pancakes… and so on.
>Eating slowly, relishing every second, every bite, every flavor.
>She’s not even halfway through by the time you finish up your plates, feeling completely stuffed.
>With a sudden flash of insight, you realize why she always returns to the pancake before sampling anything else.
>Silver is not going to finish.
>Compared to you, the girl is tiny.
>There’s no way she can fit the entire thing in her.
>>26667407
>Compared to you, the girl is tiny.
>There’s no way she can fit the entire thing in her.
L-lewd.
>>26667407
>That’s why she’s focusing on the pancakes, so as to not let a single scrap escape her.
>Diamond Tiara, on the other hand…
>You look across the table, and the bored, annoyed girl.
>She finished before you did.
>”Silver…” she hisses darkly. “Should you really be eating that much?”
>The girl beside you hesitates, her mouth open to receive the dripping sliver of pancake impaled on her fork.
>”N-no,” she sighs suddenly, returning it to her plate. “I guess not.”
>You are Diamond Tiara and you are bored.
>The food was adequate, but you’ve finished with that.
>Now it’s time to get on with the main event: making Soarin suffer.
>”I guess you don’t want dessert, then?”
>Eh.
>Suffering can wait.
>You are Silver Spoon and you are relieved.
>And then worried.
>Finishing what he’s already given you is impossible. Anything more would –
>Did Soarin just wink at you?
>Why?
>He turns away from you, waving a hand until the waitress returns.
>”Hey, Shorty, could she get a menu?” he asks jerking a thumb at Diamond.
>”Dessert?”
>”Yeah.”
>”You already know what you want? I can put it in while –“
>”Nah,” he answers with a shake of his head. “I don’t need anything.”
>”M’kay, then.”
>She leaves, returning shortly with a menu.
>”Desserts are on the back, darlin’.”
>Diamond’s frustrated fidgeting ceases as she looks over her options and you quickly resume devouring your pancakes without the pretense of enjoying the other parts of the meal.
>Not that they were bad, but… you like *this*.
>A whisper in your ear stops you short.
>”Take your time. I’ll keep her busy.”
>>26616505
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>>26667739
>All this describing with that picture.
Do you have a weight gain fetish or something?
>>26667739
>You look up, blinking in surprise.
>”Take your time,” Soarin repeats, his green eyes dangerously close to yours. “Enjoy it.”
>You want to kiss him.
>Your lips part.
>Your courage fails you.
“Thank you.”
>He smiles down at you.
>Until this very moment, you had not realized just how much taller he is than you.
>Clinically, you had known, but it never really connected for you. Not until now.
>When you were on your knees under the bleacher, he had loomed over you, dark and foreboding and promising, but you were on your knees and he was standing.
>It was easy to ascribe the feeling to that.
>When you… when you… *shared* a bed, he was drunk and staggering and could barely stand.
>He wasn’t… it wasn’t the same. It just wasn’t the same.
>It was easy to forget the height difference when he on his back and you were… on top…
>There were other things on your mind then.
>But here? Now? Sitting beside you?
>Leaning over you?
>He’s more than a head taller than you.
>Standing, you don’t know if you would even come up to his collarbone.
>>26668666No, satan, just a literary hard-on for repetition.
Note how most of it has to do with things going in Silver's mouth and splattering on her clothes?
Yeah, that'll come up again.
Also, DT is a filthy disgusting pig who cares only about herself and the now.
mnhgfdfgh
>>26668887
>He almost feels larger than life.
>Heat rises in your cheeks.
>You are Soarin and you quickly look away.
>That was bad.
>You almost kissed her.
>She wanted you to, you think.
>It certainly felt like the right thing to do.
>She’s fourteen.
>You can’t.
>But when the color of her cheeks matches the syrup staining her lips…
>It’s not the sweet taste of strawberries that tempts you.
>You quickly look away.
>If she doesn’t say anything, if she doesn’t start anything, you can pretend it never happened.
>Plausable deniability.
>You can’t reject her if she doesn’t ask for it.
>She didn’t say anything.
>She didn’t try to kiss you.
>She only… only looked so inviting.
>>26668887
Could have fooled me. I get the repetition but since silvers mouth is full 2 electric boogaloo hasn't happened yet I assumed you just really liked food and fat chicks.
>>26669504
>So very inviting.
“Have you decided, Diamond?”
>You hear the sound of Silver’s fork scraping against her plate as she cuts another piece of pancake.
>Good.
>”Yeah,” the other girl grins, turning the menu so you can see it. “I’ll have this.”
>Because OF COURSE she will pick out the most expensive item.
>You risk a glance in Silver’s direction – luckily, she isn’t looking your way.
>She still has a quarter of her pancakes left and shows no sign of stopping.
“Fine.”
>You wave down Shorty.
“One of your Miracle Sundaes for her, please.”
>The waitress raises an eyebrow.
“Yes, I’m sure.”
>”Okay, then,” she grunts skeptically.
>You feel about the same way, but you told Silver to take her time.
>She’s going to finish this meal without feeling rushed or pressured in any way.
>You aren’t going to start things with a lie.
>Spitfire is just going to have to buy her own damn drinks from now on.
>Hell, she can buy YOU drinks after pr-
>Oh.
>Right.
>There won’t be any more practices after today. Not for you.
>You quit.
>And… you’re not sure if you regret it.
>For different reasons than you had intended, but you don’t.
>This isn’t just to protect the team and your friends.
>It’s to protect her.
>You look at Silver again, so happily eating her pancakes one tiny bite at a time.
>Her cheeks are still bright red.
>It’s worth it.
>>26669587I do my best to keep my magical kingdom out of any stories I write.
>>26670129
>You are Diamond Tiara and you are making him squirm.
>Already, he’s going out of his way to protect her.
>It was a surprise to find something that expensive in this run down shithole, and you aren’t really hungry anymore, but you’re happy you did.
>You can see him counting his money in his head, trying to see how little he has left.
>Filthy peasants.
>Your laugh, and he – he looks at Silver Spoon.
>Not you.
>It’s like he doesn’t even notice your mocking.
>Well, fine then!
>Whatever.
>You cross your arms and wait patiently for your ice cream.
>You are Soarin and you don’t give a shit about that bitch.
>If this is what it takes to keep her quiet, you’ll do it.
>All that matters is Silver Spoon.
>This night needs to be as perfect for her as you can make it.
>You need to tear her away from that cunt of a friend, show her there are other people who can care about her.
>You have to care about her.
>She doesn’t look up at you again, remaining focused on her meal.
>Occasionally, her eyes flicker your direction, but stop short as her hand trembles.
>She’s still scared of you.
>You should have thought before trying to pull her away.
>That was a stupid Spitfire thing to do, and Silver ended up hurt.
>You never meant to do that.
>You don’t even want to hurt Diamond Tiara.
>Well, you do, but… it’s different.
>It’s different when you do it intentionally.
>When Spitfire points out someone you need to foul, you have no problem doing it.
>Sure, you may end up sitting out the game, but if someone’s messing with your team, you’re going to do what you have to do to protect your team.
>Except… they aren’t your team anymore.
>Silver is.
>>26670371
It seems the most effective way to deal with Diamond, is to ignore her and focus solely on helping Silver.
>>26670371
>You glance over at Diamond before returning your gaze to your… your new girlfriend.
>That’s the term you need to be using now.
>Yeah, you’ll do what you have to. Anything to protect your team.
>If that means doing something you shouldn’t do… well… you’ll just have to hope no one notices.
>And if they do, you’ll just have to deal with the consequences.
>You continue to watch as she slowly eats her food.
>It barely registers when Shorty returns with the ice cream; you’re too focused watching Silver enjoy herself to the fullest.
>In the end, she doesn’t resort to licking the plate, but she wants to.
>You can tell.
>She wants to lick it clean just as much as she wanted you to kiss her earlier.
>What’s stopping her?
>It’s not her friend – SHE is too busy eating far too much ice cream to even think of anyone else.
>It’s not you. When she shyly looks your way, you nod, but she shakes her head.
>She won’t do it.
>You think – you suspect – it’s her dignity.
>She knows it wouldn’t be appropriate.
>Never stopped you or Spitfire, but… Silver is different.
>She knows when things are appropriate and when they aren’t – and unlike you, she actually cares.
>Maybe it’s because of her parents, maybe it’s because of her friend, or maybe it’s because it’s all she really has.
>Everything else about her has come from others – her hobbies, her beliefs, everything.
>Everything but this.
>It’s all she has.
>Her dignity – and you.
>You are Silver Spoon and you are stuffed.
>As much as you want to lick the plate clean, you can’t.
>The night isn’t over.
>It’s been so wonderful and you have to make it up to him.
>>26670487
God damn I'm loving the fuck out of thisPerhaps Ms. Tiara would like an after dinner mint?
>>26670487
>You’re a nervous wreck, just thinking about it – and you can’t think of anything else.
>It’s been impossible to think of anything else ever since you realized what you had to do.
>Even now, you shudder in excitement – or fear.
>You don’t know. You don’t care.
>It’s the same thing, in the end.
>He’s been watching you.
>Ever since the pancakes arrived, Soarin has been watching you.
>He wants you to do this as much as you do.
>But not here, not right now.
>Soon, but not right now.
>Your body is tense, coiled like a spring, ready for action.
>A part of you just wants to get it over with.
>Another part just wants it NOW.
>You want to make him happy now. Now and forever.
>Make him as happy as he made you.
>Make him yours.
>Make you his.
>But not now. Not right now.
>You force yourself to sit quietly as Diamond finishes her ice cream, shaking your head when Soarin asks if you want some.
>There’s only one thing you have room for, and it’s not ice cream.
>You are Soarin and you are almost free for the night.
>Shorty has cleared away the plates and you’re stuffing your wallet back into your pocket – all that’s left is to drive them home.
>And then you’re free – as free as you *can* be. As free as your mind will let you be.
>You won’t stop worrying about Silver until she’s finally out of that bitch’s talons.
“Ready?”
>Silver Spoon nods softly at your whisper.
>Diamond just rolls her eyes.
“Okay then. Let’s get you two home.”
>Silver inhales sharply – but nods after a second.
>>26670636
She wants hisSpaghetti
>>26670636
>You are Silver Spoon and you can’t go home!
>Not yet!
>You thought he’d take you to his place, that… you don’t know.
>But you can’t go home.
>Your parents are there.
>You are Soarin and you – gently – grab Silver’s hand.
“Let’s go, Silver.”
>She nods again, scooting out of the booth and following you.
>With a grunt, Diamond lurches behind.
>You wave to Shorty and the others before heading outside.
>It’s dark in the parking lot. Most of it, anyway.
>Well lit in the front of the diner, but around the edges the lights taper off.
>There’s enough to see, but just barely.
>You and Spitfire sometimes hang out here after the diner closes and they kick you out.
>Not on schoolnights, of course. Not usually.
>But it’s as good a place as any to hang out and be stupid together.
>No one around, really. No one to notice two high school kids just sitting around shooting the shit.
>It’ll be fine once your eyes adjust, but coming right out of the diner, they can’t.
>By habit, you had parked around back, where there’s only one flickering bulb hanging over the backdoor.
>Spitfire swears that it’s always been the same bulb, but you don’t think so.
>It couldn’t be, not for four years.
>There’s a slight tug on your hand and you immediately freeze.
>Silver stopped and – and you’re worried about hurting her again.
>You look back to see what’s wrong, but she starts forward again before you can ask.
>Maybe it was just the darkness.
>You guess it’s hard on people who don’t know the parking lot like you do.
>>26670129
Hey man as long as soarin doesnt shit on silver or cuck her what's the worst you could do?
>>26670732
“Watch your step.”
>Silver nods – and at that very moment, stumbles.
>She doesn’t fall, but she does sigh quietly.
“Ready to get home and go to sleep?”
>You laugh weakly.
“We’ve all had a long day.”
>She stops again, in the darkness between lights.
>”No,” she whispers. “Not yet.”
>She spins around to stand in front of you, her skirt flaring out.
>”I don’t want tonight to end.”
“Y-yeah…”
>Light glints off her glasses as she cranes her head to look up at you.
“… well…”
>She grabs your other hand with hers.
“… I know, it was fun and all, but…”
>You can’t kiss her.
>That’s how a date is supposed to end, but you can’t.
>Silver moves slowly, stepping closer to the diner, further into the darkness.
>With every step, she gracefully turns until you feel your back pressed against the wall.
>”Thank you for tonight,” she murmurs, resting her head against your chest.
“N-no problem…”
>What are you supposed to say to that? To *this*?
>You’re too shocked to do anything when her head comes up, too stunned to react when she raises herself up on the tips of her toes and kisses you on the lips.
>Too enamored by the sweet taste to pull away.
>It’s not the strawberries you are tasting.
>Eventually, she breaks the kiss on her own, slowly lowering herself – and then lowering herself further.
“Wait, what…”
>Lowering herself down to her knees, using your hands to support herself.
“… Silver… what are you doing…?”
>”Trying to make tonight as perfect for you as you did for me.”
>She speaks confidently, but there’s no mistaking the tremor in her voice, the faint trembling of her hands.
>She’s scared.
>Of you.
“I had fun tonight. You don’t need –“
>”You’ve had fun with a lot of girls, haven’t you?” Diamond laughs, stepping up behind her friend. “Well, how many?”
>>26670914
“That’s not important.”
>”You’re saying my friend isn’t important!?”
>Silver’s hands spasm, clutching at you tightly.
>Not enough to hurt, but hard enough you look down immediately.
>”Please,” she begs, “let me be special.”
“You… you are…”
>”I need to do this,” she whimpers. “I have to. I have to make tonight perfect.”
“… it was…”
>It was nice.
>”I need…”
“You need to get home.”
>”No.”
>Distant spots of light shine in her glasses as she shakes her head.
>”Once I’m home, it’s too late. I can’t… it has to be here.”
“No!”
>Your shout is loud even in your own ears.
>Fearfully, you look around; if anyone had heard –
>”Please,” Silver pleads, “let me be your special someone.”
“I… I can’t. I mean, you are. We’ve already… I mean…”
>Lights shine off more than her glasses now.
>She’s crying.
“We’ve… we’ve slept together, Silver.”
>”But you don’t remember it,” she whispers back. “And… and I know I wasn’t your first.”
“I *can’t*.”
>With a cruel laugh, Diamond sinks down behind the other girl.
>”*She* wants this, Soarin.”
“No.”
>You shake your head.
“No, she doesn’t –“
>Diamond tugs on Silver’s skirt, pulling it down slightly, just enough to see the buttons holding it tight around her waist.
>”She does,” the girl insists, slowly undoing the buttons with fumbling fingers. “I didn’t say a thing to her. This is what Silver wants.”
>She slides a hand under the loosened waistband.
>She slides her hand down – and inside.
>Silver moans softly, trembling and weak, but doesn’t pull away.
“Stop.”
>”No, she wants this.”
>Diamond pulls her hand out, showing you her fingers.
>Even in the weak light, there’s a distinct wet glimmer to them.
>”See?” the girl laughs. “She wants this.”
“She wants you to finger her? Here? In public?”
>This is lunacy.
>>26671140
>This is –
>Silver is shaking her head.
“See? She doesn’t –“
>”You,” the girl murmurs seductively. “I want you.”
“I’m not going to fucking fingerbang you in the goddamn parking lot of a fucking diner.”
>Silver smiles, the expression visible only by the new path her tears take.
>”No, I don’t want you to do that,” she giggles. “You brought me here, you took care of me, you –“
“I was just –“
>She squeezes your hands.
>” – you bought me dinner, Soarin. You gave me the best… the two best nights of my life. Please, let me do something for you now.”
>She leans closer, but suddenly recoils.
“See, you don’t want to do this.”
>You try to lift her up, but your efforts draw a sharp hiss of pain from the girl.
>”No… I… I do.”
“At least… I need to shower. I know I stink. Should have showered after practice, but I thought I was going straight home
>You are Silver Spoon and you to be Soarin’s special someone.
“I like the smell.”
>It smells like him, unique and musky and spicy.
>A hand reaches past your head – at first you want to scream, to bite, to drive away this intruder, but it’s only Diamond.
>She’s trying to help.
>Slowly, she pulls down his soccer shorts, exposing Soarin for you.
>You… you owe her.
>Not just for this, but for tonight.
>You owe her as much as you owe Soarin.
>>26671211
Jam your cock down Diamond's throat.
Choke her to death with it, then
> South American Country
> Warm Beaches
> Lax Extradition Treaties
>>26671211
>You lean forward.
>Not far – he’s erect, he wants this as much as you do – just far enough to lick him.
>Just far enough to taste him.
>It’s salty with dried sweat.
>”I… I really should shower first…”
>He tries to pull away, but can’t.
>You know you aren’t strong enough to stop him.
>This can only happen because he wants this, too.
>He wants you to make this night perfect, for you to be special and unique and something worthy of his love and protection.
>”Maybe we could… could go to my house –“
>”No,” Diamond insisters. “Here.”
>You are Soarin and you don’t know what to do.
>She’s trying to hold you in place, to anchor you to this spot.
>You could easily break free, but you don’t want to hurt her again.
>Emotionally OR physically.
>You don’t want her to do this, but you don’t want to hurt her.
>Apparently, your body don’t care what you want, stiffening under her gentle touch.
>You’ve only known her for a few hours.
>Hell, do you even really know her at all?
>You aren’t Flash Fucking Sentry.
>You don’t do this kind of thing.
“Silver, don’t.”
>She pauses, looking up at you in confusion.
“I don’t even know your favorite color.”
>”Blue,” she answers immediately. “It’s blue.”
You are Silver Spoon and you are smiling.
>Blue, same as his uniform.
I don't remember every thread I've been in, but this may be my favorite.
Three stories that I can't get enough of.
>>26671257
Soarin needs to go south of Silver's border a few times first, if you know what I mean
>>26671302
>You lick Soarin again, enjoy the pungent saltiness of him as much as you had the sweetness of the pancakes.
>The two flavors contrast well.
>Does it… does it all taste like that?
>Does it all have the same musky smell?
>”Please,” he begs.
>Oh.
“Sorry.”
>He’s been waiting.
>You shouldn’t leave him waiting.
>It’s not ladylike.
>Slowly, you work your way down his shaft, applying little licks and kisses as you go, sampling him. Tasting him.
>”…Silver…”
>You return to the head – kissing it gently, licking it gently – as if trying to remind yourself of your first taste of him.
>”… I…”
>”You shouldn’t tease him,” Diamond whispers in your ear. “That’s just mean.”
“Sorry…”
>You don’t know what you would do without her.
>Once more, your tongue flickers out, guiding him into your mouth even as you feel Diamond’s hand slip under your skirt again.
>You are Diamond Tiara and you don’t know how that fits in her mouth.
>The first time, you hadn’t been paying attention to him, not really, but you can’t help it now.
>Not with your head on Silver’s shoulder.
>She shivers as your fingers brush across the delicate peach-fuzz covering her mound.
>You wonder if you should tell her to shave it.
>You wonder if you should shave your own.
>That’s what you’re supposed to do, isn’t it?
>You continue on, rubbing one finger across her slit and drawing a soft moan from her.
>It’s immediately answered by a moan from Soarin.
>You slap her, your fingers swatting her lips. Just once. Just enough to remind her that she’s yours.
>Not his.
>She jerks forward in surprise, immediately taking another inch of him in, an inch more than she had expected.
>>26671907
>Silver jerks back suddenly, gagging.
“You can do better than that.”
>Silver nods, leaning forward again.
>She begins bobbing her head, then rocking her whole body, taking two… three inches of his shaft at most before retreating.
“You have to do better.”
>Let her choke on him again.
>You hope she does, but she bobs forward again, going further than before.
>Fine.
>You begin rubbing her again, applying just enough pressure to part her lips.
>If this is how she wants it to be, then this is how it’ll be.
>She begins to breathe faster, to rock further and further.
>Your whole hand is wet, her mound, her fuzz – your rapid movements spreading Silver’s juices everywhere.
>This is nothing new; she’s used to your touch.
>It’s time to go further.
>You position your other hand against the back of her neck; you don’t know if she notices.
>She will, though.
>She’s managed to force herself down slightly more than half Soarin’s length, but that’s all.
>On her next bob forward, you *push*, forcing her down to his hilt, forcing your fingers inside of her.
>Silver shudders in your grip as you hold her in place, shoving your fingers into her again and again until you feel a familiar spasm.
>There.
>You did this to her. Not him.
>You pull your hand away from her neck.
>You brought her to orgasm, not –
>She doesn’t retreat with your hand, she doesn’t come up for air, remaining impaled on Soarin.
>When she begins moving again, it’s small, tiny movements.
>Just a quarter inch, half at most.
>No!
>She wasn’t supposed to –
>With a gasp, she pulls herself free, her chest heaving with her heavy breathing.
>”Silver, are you –“
>She kisses his head before answering.
>”I’m fine.”
>>26671921
>And then her lips are wrapped around him again.
>”Wait, I –“
>She drives herself down to the hilt again, but comes back up almost immediately.
>Your friend – your only friend – does this again. Two… three… four… times.
>She pulls herself free and licks the tip of Soarin’s shaft.
>”Silver –“
>She lunges forward, taking half of him inside of her before he *twitches*.
>She jerks back immediately, almost falling over. She would have, if you hadn’t been there to support her.
>Soarin’s shaft twitches again as Silver takes it into her mouth again.
>She doesn’t try to go the whole length, content with the first few inches as he twitches again.
>She holds that position for a few moments before slowly – and reluctantly – dragging herself free.
>You are Soarin and you… don’t know how to react to what just happened.
>”So, how was it?” Diamond asks harshly, pulling her hand out from between Silver’s legs. “Did you have fun?”
>Their relationship… it’s… it’s not healthy.
>You look at Silver, to see her reaction, to see… something other than the panting smiling girl that’s on her knees before you.
>She slowly raises her head, looking up at you hopefully.
>Behind her, Diamond is licking Silver’s juices off of her fingers.
“It was…”
>… disturbing.
>… embarrassing.
>… exhilarating.
>… great.
“… good.”
>Silver’s smile widens, her satisfied blush visible even in the gloom.
>”Really?” the other girl asks. “It was her first time giving –“
“I know. It was good.”
>You die a little inside as Silver squirms happily.
>You shouldn’t have let her do that.
>You should have walked away.
>You want her to do it again.end of chapterPossible end completely. I don't know if I'll write more of this. At least, maybe not until one or the other Slave Pone stories is finished.
>>26659725
>mfw your slave pony green
>>26671954
Oh, and here's this green's themesong: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2NSvaT6h52s
Lyrics aren't completely perfect, but overall it's rather appropriatein more ways than one.
Anyway, I hope anon enjoyed the clopwait, is it still called clop if it's EQG?. I'd rather write about Silver being emotionally tortured than getting dicked, but meh, it needed closure.
>>26671896
>>26671954
>Possible end completely. I don't know if I'll write more of this.
You better finish this. I don't care how long it takes.
>>26671921
>>Your whole hand is wet, her mound, her fuzz – your rapid movements spreading Silver’s juices everywhere.
>>This is nothing new; she’s used to your touch.
>>There.
>>You did this to her. Not him.
Holy shit. This is some next level domination/lewd stuff.
>>26616505
bump
>>26642080
>Traffic is pleasantly sparse today.
>You're going to make good time heading back to Rarity's.
>Boy, what a trial that this has been today.
>Still have to burn that picture though.
>”...Anon?”
>Seems Sweetie has something more on her mind.
“What's up?”
>”...I'm sorry.”
“Sorry?”
>Her small body shifts uncomfortably in the seat next to you.
>”About...everything going less like you wanted it to.”
>Oh.
“It's fine, Sweetie.”
>”No, it's not.”
>She stares down at the mat as she parses her thoughts together.
>”I ruined what was supposed to be our first date together.”
>Poor kid.
“Sweetie, I'm not upset or anything. Today wasn't the most normal of days, but it wasn't horrible.”
>”But I got all moody after you and Applebloom went and-”
>You inhale sharply and cut her off right there.
“We didn't have sex, Sweetie.”
>She looks at you in complete shock.
>”Y-you didn't?”
“No. That's what you were so concerned about, but I promise we didn't.”
>Sweetie gets a strange expression on her face.
>You aren't quite sure what it's supposed to mean.
>But it doesn't really matter.
>You're just glad that she's gotten that out of her head.
>”Hey, is that Fluttershy?”
>Bringing yourself back to the road, you realize that it is Fluttershy in the driveway.
>Why is she there, though?
>You pull up into the driveway and roll down the passenger window.
>Fluttershy sticks her head in and greets everyone with a smile.
>”Good evening everyone.”
“Shy, what are you doing here?”
>”O-oh, Rarity asked me to look after Sweetie for a little bit. She had to attend to some business in town.”
>Guess that Rarity's making it seem less suspicious that she was out today.
>”Really? So Rarity's finally feeling better?”
>”She looked like her old self when I saw her.”
>The look Sweetie has makes you feel good.
>It finally seems like her life is normal again.
>You sit in the car and wave goodbye as the two of them vanish into the house.
>>26673716
>Now you can finally head home and relax.
>Take a nice hot shower.
>Figure out what you're going to do with the rest of that cake.
>Incinerate the evidence.
>Everything's coming along nicely now-
>”Anon?”
>Wait, you forgot about Scootaloo.
>Fucking hell.
>You look back at the awkward girl and resign yourself to having to continue playing taxi.
“Don't worry, Scootaloo, I'm gonna drive you home.”
>”W-wait, that's not what I was going to say!”
>Huh?
>”A-actually, I was wondering if I could ask you for a favor?”
>...Did she just ask you that?
>”A favor?”
>Scootaloo nods her head in affirmation.
>”I know that I might not be your favorite person in the world, but-”
“After what you and Applebloom did today, you expect me to do you a favor?”
>She sheepishly looks down at the floor.
>”I know that Applebloom and I were kinda pushy, but I really do need a favor!”
>At least she recognizes that she's fucked up today.
“If I was inclined to do you a favor, not that I am, what would you need?”
>”...C-could I crash at your house for tonight?”
>...
“....”
>”Anon?”
“Get the fuck out of my car, Scootaloo.”
>”I'm serious! I can't go home today. My mom will beat me with a sack of oranges!”
“How is that my problem?”
>Scootaloo looks at you with pleading eyes.
>”Please, just until my dad gets home! My mom'll forget all about beating me and make him a romantic dinner, but I can't go home until then!”
“Why don't you ask someone else?”
>”I was going to ask Applebloom, but then she got all weird.”
>Scootaloo starts to cry legitimate tears.
>”Please, I promise I'll behave!”
>An odd feeling wells inside of your chest.
>You think it's...sympathy.
>For Scootaloo.
>Oh fucking hell no.
>It's none of your business what happens to her.
>No matter how much she cries and begs.
>Just don't do it.
>Don't!
>
>Before you know it, you're back at your house.
>With Scootaloo hanging on your arm.
>Damn you, conscience.
>>26674675
God fucking damnit anon
>>26674675
I'm ready for Scootaloo to spill her spaghetti.
>>26674675
>”Thank you so much, Anon!”
>You groan as you head to your door.
>A note distracts you for a moment.
>Grabbing it from the tape holding it there, you read it out loud.
“Annie, went to help your aunt move in. Your father went on a hunting trip with the guys. I left you a pot of spaghetti in the fridge. Love, Mom.”
>Well, at least you won't have your parents asking you if she's your new girlfriend.
>”She left you spaghetti?”
>You look at the waif on your arm, and see she's looking pretty peckish.
>Come to think of it, you're pretty hungry as well.
>After opening the door, you make a beeline for the fridge.
>You fish out the pot and fire up the stove.
>Maybe having someone along will finally allow you to finish all the fucking spaghetti your mom leaves you.
>In the meantime, you fish out tomato sauce, garlic, olive oil and a couple loaves of sourdough from the pantry.
>Can't very well have pasta without some nice bruschetta to go along.
>Scootaloo looks at you in equal parts hunger and awe as you whip up a storm in the kitchen.
>It thankfully doesn't take too long to get everything ready.
>You set the pot on the table and accompany it with plates and cutlery.
>From the look on her face, you'd say Scootaloo is about two minutes from breaking down and scarfing the whole pot.
>Oh, you almost forgot.
>Heading back to the pantry, you grab a bottle and a couple of glasses.
>Plopping the glasses onto the table, you lightly serve the both of you some wine.
>Scootaloo looks at you in confusion, until she realizes what is in the glass.
>”A-Anon, that's alcohol!”
“Your point?”
>”We're not supposed to drink this!”
“Scootaloo, are you questioning the host?”
>Her face turns bright red after thinking she's offended you.
>”No, I just-”
“Then don't be a little bitch and enjoy the wine. Rainbow Dash enjoyed this with less reservations than you.”
>Upon hearing her trigger word, you see her do a complete 180.
>Knew that would calm her down.
>>26675292
Dammit, Anon! This is not going to end well and you know it!
>>26675292
This is not the spaghetti that was expected.
>>26676867
One of them will drop their plate when asked a probing question, fucking calling it
>>26676974
But how soon will it be before Anon drops his pants?
>>26670755
>what's the worst you could do?
You haven't read http://pastebin.com/wGitfPJM or http://pastebin.com/RPhhri1s have you?
>>26677375
The boiling hot spaghetti will land on his crotch, and he'll be forced to remove them before his gentlemen's region gets cooked
>>26677786
Brief synopsis?
>>26677883axe murder
>>26678685
Well written?Or edge for edges sake?
Ponybones dead?
>>26672091
>Wanting to read Silver and Soarin's murder/suicide this badly.
Someday, anon. Someday.
yy
>>26682146
Just let her be happy, please, fucks sake, man.
>>26682622
I never write the darkest timelines into my stories, but that doesn't stop me from coming up with them.
It's easy to see how it would go.Soarin finally convinces Silver of her own self worth after DT goes too far too often, hurting Silver repeatedly.
>It's escalated to the point where she's afraid to be alone with Diamond.
She decides to make a stand.
Calls her.
Things don't go well.
Diamond threatens her.
Says that she's coming over.
Says she's going to make Silver pay.
Silver is scared for her life.
She's never resisted Diamond before.
Diamond has never been this furious at her before.
Silver calls Soarin.
He says he'll be right over to protect her.
She doesn't know if he'll be there fast enough.
Gets her father's gun.
By the time she finds it, someone's hammering on the door.
Her phone is ringing.
She's scared.
Paralyzed in fear.
The door is kicked in.
She shoots.
Soarin falls over.
Phone tumbles from his hand.
He's not dead, but he's hurt bad enough she thinks he is.
She thinks she's just killed the man she loves.
No there's no one to protect her.
She can't face DT alone without him.
She can't face life alone without him.
She turns the gun on herself as he watches.
He doesn't even try to reach for his phone and call for an ambulance.
She's dead. He has no reason to live.
Later, DT comes in, wailing and crying and begging for forgiveness, talking about how Silver is her only friend and she can't lose her and she'll do anything.
She's seen the error of her ways.
Then she sees the bodies.
Goes silent.
Looks at them for a moment.
Turns.
Walks away.
But hey, now that's written, we all know it'll never end up in the story, so I guess a happy ending is all that's left. Or maybe bittersweet. Maybe, at Soarin's urging, Silver lets her parents transfer her to Crystal Prep. A few years later, they meet again.
She's grown and developed and is still in love with him, but can approach the relationship from a better place.
We'll see. Someday.
>>26682913
WELP'
>>26682913
Your mind truly does wander into some lovely dark places.
>>26682913
Thought of more.Since they were keeping things secret, no one knows about their relationship.
It will be assumed Soarin broke in to steal/rape/murder/something nefarious, not because he was worried about her.
The closest anyone will ever get to the truth is blaming Soarin for everything DT did to Silver.
All of his friends - even Spitfire - curse his name and come to hate him for being the monster they think he was.
No one says anything about Silver Spoon.
No one even cares, except Diamond, but she stays quiet.
The only person that could change things is too scared to speak out and doesn't see any reason to.
They're dead. There's no reason to ruin her life over it.
She doesn't realize she doesn't even have a life anymore.
DT shuts down completely, becoming the thing she said Silver would be without her.
In the end, Soarin and Silver aren't remembered as a tragic couple, but as a criminal and his victim.
>>26682913
>>26683407
Holy fuck dude, who hurt you?10/10, love it
>>26682913
>>26683407
It's always hard for me to fight off the bad end urge.Sometimes I wonder if I should just give in to it.
>>26675292
>Managing Scootaloo pretty much just boiled down to knowing what buttons to press.
>This job was incredibly easy knowing her fixation with Dash.
>Lacking the constant threat of Applebloom made this a much easier task.
>You don't know much about their social hierarchy, but it was clear that Applebloom was the definite Alpha.
>Dinner passed easily enough with that out of the way.
>It surprises you that Scootaloo can actually manage to be somewhat pleasant.
>Eventually you find yourself sated, and realize it's time to give up the pasta.
>Scootaloo actually doesn't make a move for you at any time.
>...You're probably going to regret those words soon enough.
>But you're too tired to really care.
>Now comes the actual part where you go the fuck to sleep.
>With everything else done, you decide that Scootaloo is going to need some blankets.
>All you have are a couple of comforters in the closet, but they'll more than suffice.
>Pushing them onto your guest, you make for the little haven you call your room.
>Little time passes between you kicking the door open and plopping down.
>It feels good to-
>Knocks hit your oak door and pulls you out of your pleasant state.
>Shambling over, you open it and see Scootaloo standing there.
“What is it?”
>”...Do you have any pajamas?”
“Are you fucking serious?”
>”I don't want to ruin these clothes. They're really nice.”
>You mull it over in your brain for a while and realize she has a point.
>Spent more than you wanted to on that.
>Rooting around in your drawer, you reach for a shirt you never thought you'd find a use for.
>You toss it to Scootaloo.
>Well, it lands on her at least.
>”This is it?”
“I'm not a department store.”
>”But don't you have anything else?”
“I don't sleep in much.”
>”...”
“Get that thought out of your head now.”
>>26683753
>Give in
I don't like the implications of that, writefriend.
>>26683753
>”I can't just sleep in this, though!”
“Would it help if I told you that was my anniversary gift from Rainbow Dash.”
>She fucking skips off with it after she hears those words.
>Maybe fixation was the wrong word.
>Anyway, back to sleep time.
>Kicking off your clothes into the hamper, you make your way into the bed comfortably.
>Light pattering starts to come through your room.
>The fuck is that?
>You take a look toward your window and find that it has started pouring down.
>Well, this'll certainly make sleeping easier.
>A brief flash and a rumble hit the air around you.
>Ah, nature.
>This must be what Applejack feels like.
>It's a nice sensation.
>Amid the sounds of rain, you begin to drift off.
>Until more rapping happens at your door.
>You get up once more, aggravated, and open it.
>She's wearing the shirt and holding the blankets.
>”A-Anon, do you hear that storm outside!?”
>...Is she serious?
“Just water and friction, go back to bed.”
>You're about to close the door on her, when she jams her blankets in to prevent it from closing.
>Clever girl.
>”I-I k-know it's not something you want to hear, but do you mind if I sleep in here?”
>Fucking hell.
“Don't think because it's raining, I won't throw your ass out.”
>”P-please!”
>Every logical part of your brain is screaming at you to not do this, but you can't help relenting.
>You were once a little bitch that had to crawl into your parents bed when the wind started howling.
>Opening up your door, she quickly scrambles inside and looks around for a moment.
>She is appalled at the floor.
>You hop back onto the bed and begin to saw logs.
>”Anon, where am I supposed to sleep?”
>Will it ever end?
“The floor.”
>”...But it's dirty...”
“There's also the tub if you want.”
>It's silent for a little while after your statement.
>”...That's a queen, right? Big bed? Plenty of space?Enough for two people?”
>>26683929
Yes yes i like where this is going
>>26683407
At this moment I cant feel anything but rage right now. I don't have a good enough reaction pic for this.
good night bump
>>26683929
I think it is time to lock her up in a crate.
>>26683753
>giving in
I've only given in twice, in the two greens listed in >>26677786 .
I'd like to say it wasn't fun, butit was fun.One might still end up with a happy ending, once October rolls around and I get back to writing the vamp story's sequel.
The nice thing about this Silver Spoon story is I have no idea where it's going in either the long or short term. Makes me want to write more just to find out, just not yet. I've got other stories to write.
>>26683929
We better put her at the foot of our bed like a dog.
>>26686820
Turns out she has a foot fetish.
>>26671954
>that spoiler
hope it keeps
>>26616505
bump
>>26688718
bump
Warning, updates may become sparse
>>26683929
>You shoot up from the bed like a man possessed.
>Scootaloo jumps back in surprise.
“I hope you realize you're out of your fucking mind if you think I am going to let your fucking body into my bed.”
>She shirks back, but doesn't immediately collapse onto the floor.
>”I won't take up much space.”
>Despite your insistence that she stays the fuck away from your bed, she doesn't shy away from the request.
>”The floor is so filthy.”
>You really, really want to just lock her in your bathroom, but you know she'd complain for at least an hour.
>Fucking hell, all you wanted was to go to sleep.
>If only because you are tired, you tug the blanket off of the bottom right corner and turn from it.
“So help me, Scootaloo, if I find you off of that patch of bed, there will be consequences.”
>You don't hear any sounds from Scootaloo, but you feel the bed shift as she settles herself into the DMZ you established.
>Hitting the switch next to your bed, darkness consumes your room save for your lava lamp
>Finally, you can catch up on the sleep you've been looking forward to.
>Just drifting off, peacefully...
>...
>Wait, what the hell is this?
>You look around the darkened room illuminated by your lava lamp and see some branches scratching on your window.
>Dammit, you were actually asleep.
>Looks like you're going to have to take care of that in the morning.
>Fucking debris.
>Well, this is a good a time as any to make a bathroom trip.
>You slip out of the bed carefully as to not disturb Scootaloo.
>Speaking of which, you look back to the bed at the door, and see she's still where you left her when she slept.
>Huh.
>Afterward, you try to flip the switch, but the lights don't go on.
>Faulty wiring.
>Whatever, you have an easy enough time pissing from memory.
>That taken care of, you walk back in to your room.
>And see Scootaloo sprawled on a lot more bed than you remember.
>Why does she test your patience so?
>>26690247
Should have left her with Fluttershy. Or not. Shit, is Sweetie going to get molested by a shrub?
>>26690398
Tree Hugger shouldn't be around with her cult friends so I doubt it, cant say the same for Applejacks kid though especially sense she taught Applebloom how to get raped.
>>26690247
Once more, we are going to have our kindness taken advantage of.
derp
The chicken is trying to expand her coop...
Bad news, boys. I recently found Ponybone's body at the bottom of a well. He's not coming back.
>>26692560
Did you loot his corpse?
>>26692560
He's a skellybones, he'll respawn in a couple of hours.
>>26690247
>You aren't quite sure what you want to do.
>On one hand, you promised consequences.
>On the other hand, you want to sleep.
>...Eh, you can sleep first, then enact your justified revenge for her violation of the DMZ.
>Your plan of action decided, you walk back to the bed.
>And notice that she's splayed on the bed.
>Sans panties.
>It's not like you want to look, but it's staring you right in the face.
>So much fur.
>Just like Rainbow Dash.
>Briefly you wonder if this is more Rainbow Dash nonsense, or if this is something endemic to greek women.
>Either way, you don't need to be witnessing this, and you slip back into the bed.
>Gotta get back to those dreams of yours.
>All the gumdrops and chocolate will be yours as you pillage Candyland, by right of conquest.
>Or it would be if you weren't interrupted by this odd feeling.
>It's the weirdest thing.
>You pull up the blankets lightly to make sure it isn't another squirrel in the house.
>Then you discover that it's not a squirrel.
>Definitely not a squirrel.
>However, this beast does seem to be helping itself to your nuts.
>It's not until you clear your throat does the beast cease its activities.
>As you do, it stares at you in terror.
>Rightly so as you stare back at it in what you presume to be fury.
>Or is this unbridled rage?
>Hard to tell, what with your lack of reference.
>In this moment, you do know one thing.
>None of what has just transpired is going to continue.
>As you sit up, Scootaloo's head coils back in fear and your raging erection makes a pop as it exits her mouth.
>For a few seconds, you ponder exactly what is the appropriate reaction in a situation like this.
>Only for a few seconds, before the Warp overtakes you and you lunge at her.
>This isn't like when you were trying to not get killed by Rarity twice, though.
>No, no, no.
>What this is now is revenge.
>>26692727
Scoots really? You couldn't even wait till he passed out?
>>26692727
Cmon stop being a beta ass cuck and GIVE HER THE D!
>>26692727
>Scootaloo is right now completely worried.
>You can't blame her, even you don't know what you'll do next.
>Her eyes tear up as she feels your fury.
>Part of you is pleased.
>Her mouth begins to tremble, and she tries to say something.
“A-Anon, I didn't-”
>You cut her off with a hard slap.
>She looks at you in shock as her eyes tear up.
>Now she is truly terrified.
“Scootaloo, did I tell you that you could speak.”
>Her dumbstruck face merely looks at you in awe.
>Again you strike her.
“What did I just ask you.”
>She's begun crying in earnest.
>”Y-you asked me if you told me to sp-speak!”
“What's the answer.”
>Scootaloo trembles as your grip tightens on her body.
>”You didn't!”
“Here's question two: What in the fuck were you doing to me.”
>”I'm so-sorry-”
>You slap her for a third time.
“That wasn't the question.”
>Her cheek has begun to bruise.
>”I was sucking y-your dick!”
“Did I say you could do that.”
>”No!”
>Scootaloo is too terrified to give you anything other than what you want to hear.
“Do you know what it's called when you have sex with someone without their consent.”
>Her face runs rampant with mucus and tears.
>You strike her again when she takes too long to answer.
>Now blood has joined the mix
>”It's r-r-rape!”
“Bingo, genius.”
>”I'm so sorry!”
>Again, you hit her.
>Closed fist, left eye.
“Yes, you are sorry. A sorry piece of shit.”
>You bring your face closer to hers.
“All fucking day, I had to endure bullshit from you shitheaps. All I wanted was some peace with Sweetie.”
>Closed fist, right eye.
“Despite that, I still found it in my heart to take you in when you came to me with need.”
>Left cheek, open palm.
“I fed you, gave you shelter, offered you my bed. Then you repay my kindness with disrespect.”
>Your carpet is stained.
“Consequences were promised, and I will keep my promises unlike you.”
>She shields her face with her frail arms.
>How fucking dare she.
>>26692933
>You pull her arms back down and hold them in place.
“Are you trying to weasel out of your punishment.”
>She looks at you with pleading eyes.
>You move one hand and backhand her in the breast.
“Answer.”
>”Please, no m-m-more!”
“Answer.”
>You rear back your fist.
>”Y-yes! I'm sorry!”
>Her face is a mess.
>You then make a truly hasty decision.
“All that you two saw me as was a walking dick. Neither of you cared about anything else. All I was to you was meat.”
>You grab your loaned shirt and she begins to cry harder.
>Without care, you toss it to the side.
>Her bare body is now completely open to you.
“Do you know how that made me feel. Made Sweetie feel. No, you don't.”
>You firmly clasp both of her shoulders.
“Neither of you seemed to understand empathy. So, I'm going to be nice one last time and share that with you.”
>Scootaloo's body tenses up as she feels you trail along her body.
>Your erection hardens as you reach your target.
>Her maidenhood feels tight, but you aren't going to be deterred.
>With determined vigor, you begin to push through.
>Scootaloo is speechless as you begin to force your way into her.
>It's not easy, but you inch your way into her.
>You reach an obstruction soon.
>Good.
>With a solid effort, you push yourself through it and watch her softly mewl in pain.
>Not long after, you begin to bottom out.
>Your dick punches against her cervix in a display of true dominance.
>She cries again, in some mixture of pain and sadness.
>But this isn't enough.
>You know you aren't going to get through to her with just this.
>So, there's only one avenue left to you.
>As you pull back, she seems to gain some measure of relief.
>Then you push back in.
>She feels you at her cervix again.
>But this time you don't stop.
>You continue on until you feel the tightness give way.
>It takes 27 seconds.
>27 seconds to push your way in.
>But you do it.
>She squirms in pure agony as you finally reach her womb.
>>26693098
Whelp this crossed the line for me... i'll come back later I guess
>>26693098
>”Anon, stop! Take it out!”
>Her body makes every effort to stop you, but you merely continue the process.
>In and out.
>Every penetration is hell for her.
>Like it should be.
“Scootaloo, do you get it now? Do you get what suffering is like now?”
>Your rapist-turned-rapee merely thrashes her head in an attempt to nod.
>Looks like she'll do anything to stop the pain.
>All you do is increase your speed.
>Her crying intensifies.
>This doesn't arouse you in the slightest, but you are going to see this through.
>Before long, you feel the last bit of it all approaching.
“So, this is what you wanted. I hope you're enjoying every bit of this.”
>With that, you stop and unload every bit of hatred you can into her.
>All she can do is lay there weakly and cry as whatever dignity she had left vanishes.
>You slowly pull yourself out.
>Once you do, Scootaloo curls into a ball.
>Not one orifice on her body is dry.
>She's completely been thrashed at this point.
>You know that you should feel remorse for what you've done.
>But this is what she asked for.
>Every part of you agrees that she deserved this.
>”So, this is what you really are then?”
>That voice.
>It sends a shiver down your spine.
>Looking back, there's Rarity once more in her outlandish outfit.
>”This is what you decided was the right thing to do?”
>All you can do is stare as an enormous crystal ball is gripped between her two hands.
>From your position, you can't defend yourself.
>”I knew I was right all along. You truly are scum.”
>Before you know it, the ball is upon you.
>”Die.”
>You feel all the layers in your body give way under it.
>Wet crunching and dull squishes fill your head as you feel it begin to cave in.
>The last thought you have in your mind before everything goes dark is Sweetie Belle's face of horror.
>Not at Rarity, but at you.
>You and your monstrous tendencies.
>Then your eyes open.
>>26693098
The fuck
>>26693248
I really don't get why anon hates scoots so much.
>>26693248
>You spring up from the bed.
>Looking over towards the right of you, you see Scootaloo still in her small corner.
>It wasn't real.
>Oh, thank God.
>Never in your life have you been this happy to see Scootaloo unharmed.
>And never in your life has your stomach felt this upset.
>Nearly tripping over yourself, you rush to the bathroom and turn on the lights for real this time.
>You vomit profusely.
>In disgust of the fact that you dreamed of something so horrible.
>And with Scootaloo.
>The events are fresh in your mind.
>You feel repulsed utterly.
>Dream Rarity may have had a point.
>Why the fuck did you ever even have a thought like that come into existence.
>You might really be evil.
>...No.
>No, you aren't.
>That was fake.
>This now, this whole understanding of the wrongness of it all is real.
>You're still not a complete bastard.
>It wasn't your fault, it was the spaghetti's.
>Steadying yourself on your own to legs again, you clean the rest of the vomit off of your face and dry it off.
>It's been sobering to say the least.
>You go back to your room again, and see Scootaloo is still tucked into her corner.
>...
>Grabbing hold of her gently, you move her from the prison you've kept her in the last few hours and place her next to you.
>She looks at peace right now.
>Brief images of her from that nightmare enter your mind.
>You beat them back.
>Doubt gets the better of you, though, and you examine her just to make sure.
>She looks completely fine, and she's wearing panties.
>Still has major fur, though.
>You fall onto your bed, safe in the knowledge that you didn't actually do anything wrong.
>It's still going to be hard to fall asleep now.
>Flinging the blanket onto the both of you, you prepare yourself for the restless night.
>Until Scootaloo puts an arm around you.
>Then, the rest of her scoots closer to you and embraces you.
>Were this earlier, you'd push her away.
>But now...you think you'll try to be nicer to Scoots.
>>26692727
>>Briefly you wonder if this is more Rainbow Dash nonsense, or if this is something endemic to greek women.
kek
>>26693357
It seemed less about Scootaloo and more about his unease about the whole situation. That said, this got realer than Jarity, holy fuck.
>>26693359
Holy fuck, writefag.
>>26693359
I did not expect to read this tonight.
>>26693359
I have never felt so bad for Scootaloo. Why did you give me these feels?
>>26693359
This is appropriate Anon.
Where did Ponybones go?
>>26692933
>>26693359
Thank you for salvaging that as much as you did...poor scoots though ;_;
>>26693359
Indulging your Bad Ending urge?
I approve, even if it was just a dream.
>>26693359
Well, at least someone finally got a dicking.
>>26693359
Do all writefags have this dark side in them?
>>26693359
Well, if this is what you included as a false bad end, I don't think I want to know what you were actually going to write.
>>26695943
At this distance, the heatwave is sufficient to cause melting of the upturned eyeball, third degree burning of the skin and the ignition of furniture.
>>26695943
Yes.
Your favorite cuddly green could turn into an orgy of blood at any minute.
>>26693750
New favorite picture.
Another lewd bump
http://i.imgur.com/ASJAfOs.jpg
>>26696686
>>26695943
They are writefags. They have the creativity to spill words and ideas out of their brains.
And as you know, humanity isn't only nice and good in there.
>>26699047
>implying there's any nice and good in there
>>26700837
Have you not had any good kinds of feels while reading greentext? Because I have. If I like the writing especially, I even save the links.
>>26700903
It's a setup for bad feels.
The writefag died before he could finish the story.
>>26701906
You sound like you need some stories that have happy endings. Here, have a couple of mine.
http://pastebin.com/FJezXs9N
http://pastebin.com/d26qXQP3
>>26616505
bump
Bump.
bump
Bump.
>>26703867
Have you tried turning your Sweetie Belle off and on again?
I think he has turned SB on and off this whole time and repeatedly
>>26693359
Scootaloo is going to flip out when she realizes what she's doing after she wakes up.
