Apple Bloom/CMC Thread #3
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Old thread >>27509245
Story http://pastebin.com/P7m2cfXX
Post and discuss Apple Bloom and general CMC content.
>>27654953
I love those adorable shits.
Hell yeah. Reporting in.
oh, new thread. uh reposting
>>27654427
pick a movie or tv cutie you're fond of.
>>27654708
or go with this.
>>27655798
If any of what was posted works for him, I just hope he still has the eyes correctly in-mind. That's the most important part, and I noticed that most of the more realistic art didn't get it exactly right and would turn her beautiful amber eyes into brown or red.
>>27656268
yeah i've noticed that too. and weirdly it seems to be the japanese who get it the most wrong. Sometimes I wonder if different cultures genuinely do have different senses, purely by what you're exposed to as a kid. If your language has fewer color names, you'll discern colors more poorly.. I mean we know the reverse is true, asians learn musical scales with more notes in their "octaves" and they end up with better pitch discernment
>>27656276
and it's not just fanart, you also notice less consistency in the colors of manga characters, the few times they're colored.
>>27655030
I can only see Ariel in that image.
>>27654969
i want to massage their necks
pony necks must get really tired since their heads are their major thing they move around
what would you do if applebloom laid down on her stomach next to you complaining of her sore thighs from a whole day of kicking the shit out of trees to make apples fall down?
>>27657565
Massage those thighs!
>>27657620
naturally
>>27657565
Get her a refreshing beverage and snack. Preferably something that doesn't have to do with apples.
>>27657620
and if you can't reach them properly because of her daisy dukes? those inner hamstrings are the sorest part..
>>27657565
Id mount her, place my hands on her hips, lean down slowly and whisper into her ear"I dont want to go to jail"
Wow, don't die before staggy gets here
>>27660356
I really like this one.
>>27660369
srsly
wanna bite that tummy
>Suddenly, you realize how little you know about this girl that you’ve come to love so dearly, and set yourself to making it right.
“Bloom, what grade are you in?”
>From there, she begins to tell you all about herself: her teacher, Mrs. Cheerliee
>–who did not date Big Mac, to Bloom’s dismay-,
> the many adventure of the CMC,
> the two bullies Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon,
> and a great many more stories of her life.
>Towards the end, you feel like you know her well, a satisfying feeling.
> In any event, you’re happy to take the spotlight off of you and place it onto your dear, sweet, precious cousin.
>The tumult within you softens.
>Somewhere along the line, you’ve closed your eyes, content with only the sound of her voice.
>The tales spun before you are so numerous and silly that you wonder if you haven’t fallen asleep and had dreams carry her voice onward.
>Big Mac pretending to be a sister, running from a more unpleasant cousin, proving a wanted criminal innocent, and so on.
>You barely notice when the stories stop, a short question interrupting one adventure:
> “Anon?”
>Oh no. You pull yourself up, struggling to keep your eyes open and yawn hidden.
“I’m up. I’m here.”
> you inform her, offering a tired smile in apology.
>She purses her lips and gives you a piercing stare:
> “You fell asleep, didn’t ya…”
“No! I was awake!
“Just… you know, resting.”
>>27660604
>You repeat to her as many stories as you remember, half of them misremembered or cobbled together with other stories.
>She seems somewhat satisfied, but still pushes you with playful scorn:
> “Ah guess you were listening.
>“Kind of.”
>She glances up at the clock, then back at you.
>Her lips push out and her eyes widen, a pleading look wrapping you around her finger.
“Hey, we only got a little while left; ya wanna jump off the diving board with me?”
>How can you say no?
>She walks up on the board and turns to you, who waits patiently on the ground.
“Well, come on now.”
“Wait, both of us?”
> “Of course, silly.
>How’m I ever gonna make the biggest splash if I don’t have my trusty Anon with me?”
>Hesitantly, you climb up with her, making sure the lifeguard isn’t looking.
>Still sleeping.
>Your little cousin raises her arms and motions for you to pick her up.
>You do so, and take a flying leap off.
>The girl embraces you on the way down, shouting as you descend. KA-FOOM!
>The two of you sink down, you curled leg tapping the smooth membrane of the bottom.
>You hold her for a minute, cradling her, then kick off, launching the two of you upwards.
>You arrive at the top with a laughing Bloom, who slips out of your grip and paddles away.
>Not a second later, a might splash hits your face, accompanied by high-pitched
“Gotcha!”
>>27660613
>A deep chortle responds, followed by a challenging
“So that’s how it’s gonna be, huh?”
>Using your mighty man hands, you send a might wave her way, which she turns away from.
>A splash war begins, both of you moving back and forth, splashing constantly at each other.
>She turns around and kicks her legs at you, sending way more water than you expected.
>You reach out and try to grab the frenzied legs, immediately regretting your decision as your hands suffer her belligerent wrath.
>She turns back to you, looking to see if you’re hurt.
>You take advantage of this opportunity to deliver a few gallons to her surprised face.
>And so you continue for the next fifteen minutes, before the heavy accent of AJ beckons you to the showers.
>Bloom and you perfectly synchronize your pouts, but the feat fails to impress AJ, who reiterates her call.
> Bloom swims over to the ladder on the edge, which is a golden opportunity to wrap your arm around her thin waist and yank her back.
>You wrap your arm around her thin waist and yank her back.
>You grab ahold of the ladder, and turn around, sending a victorious laugh her way.
“Ah ha ha!”
>You take one step up, and feel the full force of Apple Bloom collide with your back, arms wrapped around you and feet on the wall.
>She extends her feet, trying to pry you off, but you hold on.
>Realizing she can’t hold up against your huge man muscles, she wraps her legs around you too, forcing you to carry her up.
. Each step is like mountain biking uphill in the snow for a mile, but you manage to bring the both of you to the concrete and stand up.
>>27660622
>She doesn’t get off.
“Come on Bloom, we gotta get going.”
>She returns a close-mouthed
> “Uh-uh!”
> and shakes her head, squeezing you tighter.
>You shake her around a bit, but she stays firm.
“Alright then, we can just go shower together!”
> you say, and start towards the boys’ shower.
>She immediately hops off with a cry.
> “Ah! No way!”
>You laugh and head into the boys’ room, unaware of the residual staring of Bloom and Scoots, who’d begun looking at you the second she heard mention of rides into the boys’ room.
>They hesitate before going into their respective showers, their gaze magnetized to the door you’ve gone through
>You shower, dry off, put on your normal clothes, and exit.
>You walk over to the van, where AJ and Big Mac stand waiting.
>Small talk ensues, and you find Twilight has already left, apparently needing to get back to some studying.
>After more than a little while, the two younger girls exit the girls’ shower, whispering heatedly to another.
>Cahoots, you think to yourself.
>They look up to you, blush, then immediately return to their suspicious conversation.
>Definitely cahoots.
>The five of you pile into the van, and you’re off.
>The cahoots soon end, and you’re wrapped in happy reminiscing of the trip behind you.
> “That was awesome!
“We definitely have to do that again, Apple Bloom,”
>>27660622
>leg-grabbing
hnnnnnngh
>>27660626
hehe, puttin good ideas in their heads. maybe a shared shower at home is in the cards.
>>27660604
I'm glad this came up. I'd want to get to knowing everything about her, too, by this point.
Man I love this thread. Wish somebody besides stags was greening, tho
also
>>27658372
in that casse, you better take em off. Gotta look out for her well being
>>27660626
Is there going to be any lewd moments with Twilight?
>>27661148
i could do more but i ain' goood at it.
>you tug off applebloom's tight, sweaty daisy dukes, pulling her panties down most of the way with them. You grab ahold of their hem and hesitate
>"if it bothers you, I won't look.. but you know most people getting massages don't mind"
whatchu think she'd say next?
>>27661174
I'd hope not. That "for science" comment she made was just awful.
>>27661174
It's more likely to be Scoots than Twi
>>27661195
>"well go on, then! We ain't got all day!"
"Ahem, well,"
>In your stuttering, Bloom takes off her panties and throws them at you
>"there! now will ya stop lollygaggin'?
>Timidly, you set to work on her thighs, keeping towards the lower side
>>27661361
I'm ok with this. Anyone else?
>>27661372
>after you loosen up her hammies fully, you try to hint at doing something more
>"there being other kinds of massage that can feel good in this area, you know."
>you gently touch her outer labia "I don't know if you're grown up enough for that kind of thing, but it involves rubbing you inside here.."
>>27661412
Scoots is for catching you naked and pretending to be embarrassed when she offers to let you see her in return.. or just generally trying to play truth or dare kinda stuff so she can get exciting adventurous games going that involve skin
romancewise, cousin-anon is for bloom onlybut i mean it's up to the author what he wants to do. but it's not like cousins are even forbidden outside of america
>>27661449
My thoughts exactly!
>>27660626
>>You laugh and head into the boys’ room, unaware of the residual staring of Bloom and Scoots, who’d begun looking at you the second she heard mention of rides into the boys’ room.
>>They hesitate before going into their respective showers, their gaze magnetized to the door you’ve gone through
them teenage hormones
Yeah these threads are now a highlight for me. I You've inspired me to draw this for the tread StayedGolden sempai.
Not the same shirt as you described in your story earlier but similar idea.
>>27661809
that's cute as fuck. and you're pretty good at things like clothes and cushiony stuff. hell a little work on proportions and youll be like.. really really good
>>27661896
Thanks m8. Yeah, i dont draw or practice EQG/human much. It may be glaringly obvious but ive been staring at this for more than an hour so could you point out some errors for me?
>>27661809
She's adorable! Thanks for the contribution.
>>27661984
I want to say her face is off, too angular. Should be rounded out more perhaps?
>>27661984
well in essence the legs, torso, and hands use one scale while the head and arms use another, larger scale. even if you were going for a super big head style you'd still want to shorten those arms.
other than that, a V-chin like that is a little less than appropriate for our bloom, as is a nose quite that pointy (she'd have slightly more of a buttony one don't you think?) with that much of a bridge.
>>27661999
>>27662000
I can see that now. Ive squashed her face and her ears are terrible. I can see what your saying about the nose and the pointy chin too. I might be able to fix that.
The scale i cant fix however but ill take your feedback to my next drawings.
Sick helpful trips lads.
>>27662000
Nice trips, also give her a lewd face, Ya know bedroom eyes looking at you.
>>27662075
yeah dude! drawing's a series of processes and progressions
>convincing applebloom to model for you
>"whah'm ah nekkid?"
>"it's just the sketch stage, you have to put the body in first then draw clothes onto it"
>"well how d'you know what ah look like if ah'm dressed?"
>"Just making my best guess.. of course the drawing would be more realistic if you got undressed first. a lot of models do that, but of course you don't have to-"
>she's peeling off her last sock "Just tell me when you're drawing the clothes part and I'll put on mah faverit outfit!"
>>27661809
1. I was gonna wait til #3, but I gotta tell you you're amazing right now. I really liked this.
2. I can't tell you how hyped I am that I caused this; best compliment I've had in a long time
3. Stay tuned for next Monday, where this picture becomes part of a scene.
>>27662160
>human applebloom stomping grapes
i can't contain a boner of this variety
scheduling that far in advance are ya?
>>27662194
my mistake, I meant the picture he drew.
But hey, the week is young. Definitely could be some grape stomping in our future.
>>27662382
>wearing anon's shirt and nowt else
extremely yes please. can't wait to find out the soicumstances. i'm guessing... caught in the rain. but i can think of like four other reasons it might happen.
speaking of, we need to find some opportunities for anon and applyblewm to spend some time aloo~one
>>27661809
>>27661999
>>27662000
Sorry to spam but this is the last update. I fixed the ears, jaw, nose, chin as well as defined lines better and touched up some errors in PS. As I said before cant do much about the scale issues except live and learn.
>>27663583
>spam
No way. This seriously makes me happy to see. Thanks again.
>>27663583
The pastebin's in the OP, by the way.
>>27663583
yep this is definitely better. remember these lessons and your future endeavors will all be PIPE
and really you are good at cloth folds damn
>>27663583
That's much better my nigga, face looks more better and more feminine.
>>27663583
Got a bit of a twig neck but good.
>>27664950
he's workin on proportions, but i would say the neck is in proportion with the torso
>anon's face when he accidentally walks in on the CMC checking each other out naked because they want to "accidentally" flash him but they're nervous about how they look, and need to compare notes first
smooch
>>27664986
ITS A TWIG NECK
>>27654953
When are CMC gonna age up into teen ponies?
The VAs ain't gettin any younger.
>>27666833
The CMC are growing up. They're much more mature and thoughtful than their S1 selves, and I'd have to disagree if someone said they're still 6-10 years old right now.
I'm going to assume and hope that a teen body model getting between them and the mane 6 isn't going to be an actual thing, and they're supposed to be young teens right now. Before The Saddle Row Review, there was no reason to believe fillies didn't just become adults and start doing adult things right after finishing foal school.
>>27666833
"About to get your cutie mark" = teen. they've been teens or nearly-teens since the beginning. now they have them, so they're fullfledged teenagers. young ones.
I want to cum inside the cmc
>>27667117
i'm more concerned with THEM getting orgasms. it's important for young fillies' health.
>>27660626
>Scootaloo excitedly remarks, the notion of your lack of inclusion for the next ride setting a heavy feeling in your gut.
> “Yeah, definitely! Lets go to the swimmin’ hole next time!”
>She turns to you
“You gotta come see it, Anon! It’s sooo cool, and really warm, even at night!”
>She leans closer, whispering in your ear.
“You know what that means, right?”
>You look at her, a lot confused, and a little nervous:
“No…?”
>She gets even closer, lips brushing against your ear:
> “Skinny-dippin’”
>You blush furiously and move away, the little girl bursting into laughter at your bashfulness.
>Oh, laughter?
>She must be kidding.
>Yeah, definitely kidding, you nervously think to yourself, never having done that or even thought about it.
>Meanwhile, AJ’s voice wafts in from the driver’s seat:
> “Yeah, we’ll definitely do that tomorrow or the day after. Glad we went to Twi’s pool, though.”
> “Yeah,”
>Scoots responds,
“That way we had the hot tub, and I could kick Anon’s butt at his own game!”
“You did not kick my butt!”
> “Did too!”
“Did not!”
> “Did too!”
> “Alright, settle down you two. Scoots, this is you.”
>You look outside, the swell countryside suddenly replaced with post-apocalyptic levels of disarray.
>Trash cans knocked over, with the refuse of the turned over containers lining huge swaths of the sidewalk.
>Scoots hops over you, to the tune of Bloom shouting
> “I’ll call you about the swimmin’ hole! Think you can get a ride?”
> A short, affirming shout comes from the mess of purple hair, and your cousin’s bff leaps out into the hoarder’s wet dream.
>>27668533
>She dodges broken down trucks, mountains of dry wood, and who knows what else before she runs in a door.
>Her house is barely visible due to her yard holding the accumulation of several garage sales worth of junk.
>AJ puts the petal to the metal, and the van screeches out of the destitute neighborhood.
>Your disgust fades along with the picture of that sordid suburb in the back window, and you turn your attention to Bloom.
>In no time at all, your conversation with her ferries you home, and you hop out of the van and into your room.
> You drop yourself onto your bed, and pick up your Gameboy.
>One half hour of pure pokemon mastery later, a soft knock on your door and a creak brings AJ into your room, heralding dinner.
>You sit down, join them in prayer, and enjoy another feast before you, your mind half-off with the gaming and emotional turbulence.
>A headache in the middle of dinner halts your enjoyment of the playful voice of Bloom telling of the day’s events.
>You ask if you can be excused, you aren’t feeling well, and receive concern and affirmation.
>Once more laying down on your bed, you think to sleep, but can’t.
>Your mind is tired, weary from the fun and pain of today’s events and recollections, but your body’s wide awake.
>And so you sit there, tired but awake, trying to pass the time.
>Another stint of time passes you by, and the same knock indicates an older Apple girl at your door.
> You call out for her to enter, but all she does is peek her head in.
>She leans into your room just a bit, her hand gripping the door, and says to you in a quiet voice:
> “Wanna go for a walk?”
>This is it.
>Your stomach heaves, the subdued rumbling of your rest now just a memory.
>Everything you’ve been avoiding for years could be lurking just outside of the door she grips.
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>>27668533
>>27668542
>They probably are, in fact.
>Terrors, black and nauseating, ready to climb into your throat and paralyze your body with agony and hate, stoof behind the smiling girl.
>The smile on her face offered hope, but you could not determinate its strength, especially in the context of those horrors that awaited you, maudlin grips open and waiting for you to enter.
>A small part of you knows you must be over-reacting, the fears of introspection being another form of the youthful fear of the dark, applied to older persons.
>But just as s person in pain still feels it when they tell themselves it is mere neuronal signals, you still feel the fear when you tell yourself its nothing and you’re over-reacting.
>It doesn’t leave, no matter how silly you find yourself.
>You wonder if you even could get off the bed, if you could stand up to your childhood and all the harm it held and holds still.
>And you know you can’t.
>Nothing in the world could make you say yes, hop off the bed, and step out that door.
>But though you are so fearfully held by the terror of the unknown, you still wish to be free.
>And what’s more, you’re in possession of a knowledge that can make the impossible possible: the knowledge that perception is everything.
>You shove your fears to the side, clearing your mind of everything, only a dull, myopic consciousness left in your brain.
>And with that trick, the exit has become a simple exit, not the first step in overcoming your monsters.
>Under the clever plan of your now mostly deactivated mind, you say yes, hop off the bed, and step out the door.
>And by the time your mind awakens to your position, you’re already on the pavement, speaking casually with AJ.
>A shock of fear sweeps over you at the realization, but as with most fears, they rarely work when you’re set against them;
> now that you were here and in the swing of things, their paralyzing sting had become a mere nuisance, a buzzing in your belly.
>>27668542
ooh i forgot about this part
>>27668555
> You felt alive, energetic as you moved down the street, a beautiful farm girl at your side.
>But you had been brought here for a reason, and your cousin doesn’t wait two houses before she slows and asks you to open up.
>You take a few steps, and sit down on a big green transformer on her neighbor’s lawn.
>Breathing in deeply, you sigh, the weight of the world pushing your breath out.
“I- I’m not sure how to start, exactly.
“Uh…”
>You hadn’t really thought that the impending conversation would require words.
>You stare out into space, mind completely blank, ruining the sweet, dramatic tragedy of the confession.
>Real life never really did follow the movies, you think.
>The Apple girl, now sitting beside you, comes to a swift rescue:
> “Tell me about your parents.”
>The word is a match to you, and you’ve got a whole stack of tinder that you finally let burn.
>Heat rising in your chest, you open your mouth and erupt in fury:
>>27668572
“My parents!
“Oh fuck, my fucking parents!”
>You look upward and laugh bitterly.
“Man, where to fucking start with them!
“I mean, first, we’ve got my ridiculous fucking mom, the queen of parties! Always partying or planning for the next one, like a fucking high school girl!”
>You turn towards AJ with an apologetic look, clarifying your meaning.
“I mean, like, you know how girls get when prom comes around.
“Nothing wrong with that, unless, you know, YOU’RE FORTY-SEVEN and doing it, I don’t know, EVERY FUCKING WEEK!
“Never mind the kid!
“Never mind the family, or the home!
“I fucking swear, that fucking stupid fucking bitch loves her friend’s kids more than me!”
>At AJ’s skeptical glance, you grin, having the proof:
“Oh, don’t think so? Okay, she didn’t remember my seventeenth birthday.
“She remembered the birthdays
“–even the graduations!-
“ of her best friend!”
>You push yourself up, not happy to be sitting.
“Let’s go. I wanna be walking.”
>She does so, a mostly neutral, partly pitying expression staying on her face.
“Oh, and then there’s my dad. He-“
> “Anoooooooooooooooooooooon!”
>>27668533
Hell yeah, coming soon chums.
Aw. Any reason for the title change, SG?
I really like where the story is right now, anyway. This scene's great.
>>27668773
oh god, what if granny smith forces applebloom to wear embarrassing PJs in front of anon
and she frustratedly takes them off in his room
>>27668773
what title change?
>>27669022
The story's title on the pastebin. It used to be "love is in bloom". I thought that was cute.
>>27668581
shit nigga you need to chill
>>27669115
funny, if i was in that situation i'd give him a big smile and, if i could get a word in edgewise, encourage him to keep venting.
>>27669046
Oh, thank you. You're the man, guy.
>>27669115
It's good to let all the inner filth out now. That way, you'll get to be happier and more free while having fun with freshman girls, later on.
>>27669631
>you will never take the CMC to a Half Inch Hooves concert
>>27670031
>you will never take the CMC to a Foal Fighters concert.
>>27670093
You will never take the CMC to a Monarchs of the Commonwealth States of Equestria concert
>>27671227
h-holy shit, applebloom is n-naked
>>27672186
Don't go around telling anyone else about it. She'd only be caught without it around someone she likes a lot.
>>27672814
>cheerilee's new teacher's aide
>you bust diamond tiara and silver spoon with some detention for trying to steal applebloom's bow, which really extra upset her
>you calm her down afterwards and tell her everyone has something like that that sets them off, but it's best not to let mean people know about it
>she whispers in your ear "it's okay if YOU take it offa me though"
>>27672842
wew lad
>>27674137
i don't understand this thing people draw, but it's cute.
>>27668533
It beginshttp://imgur.com/a/MwAy8
>>27675684
awww she's melting
>>27668581
>The loud voice of Apple Bloom comes tearing through your rant.
>The shock of the interruption is evident on both of your faces as you witness Bloom rocket towards you.
>Her wide grin is visible even three houses away, an absurdity in the context of your virulent condemnations.
>She slows down as she arrives at you, but not too slow to leap into your arms, which automatically rise at the sight of her leap.
>Carrying her like a bride, you’re torn by the interrupted fury and overwhelming care for the love in your arms.
>AJ, however, is not so ambivalent.
> “Apple Bloom, we were in the middle of something,”
> she says sternly.
>Apple Bloom’s face falls as she turns from you to the other:
> “What?”
> “It’s nothing.”
> “Is it that thing you and Twilight were talking about?”
> “It’s not your concern, Apple Bloom,”
> comes AJ’s terse response.
>She’s clearly running out of patience, and although you don’t share her feelings, you understand them.
>She’s just trying to help you out, you think with a smile.
>But isn’t Apple Bloom too?
>You feel your heart leap at the thought of sharing this moment with Bloom, of being supported by her.
>With that, you intervene:
“It’s ok, Applejack.”
>You turn away from her shocked look and into Bloom’s.
“I was talking about my parents. It’s something I’m kind of raw about, but if you want to stay, I’d definitely be alright with it.”
>>27676640
>Once more to AJ:
“I’ll try not to swear so much.”
>Rather than give the buoyant, joyful reply you expected from her, Apple Bloom holds a tender gaze.
>Her slow nod tells you all you need to, and you adjust your grip to prepare for the continued carry.
You nod to AJ, confirming your choice, which she respects.
>Once more you begin your tirade, but this time differently.
>With the sweet, younger cousin still in your arms, you don’t want to come on too strong.
>Your words come out smoother, less venomous than before.
>But rather than being fake, or suppressed, your feelings feel more real than they did before.
>They lacked the fire and hatred, but remained passionate.
>This time, it felt healthier, cleaner, as if you were working out a problem instead of pouring out impotent fury.
“My dad wasn’t ever there. He was always on business trips, or at the office.
“Even when he was at home, he had an office there. Of course, I wasn’t ever allowed in there;
“ got punished quite a few times sneaking in.”
>Apple Bloom hops out of your arms and onto the ground.
>You aren’t long without her needed touch, however: she immediately grabs your hand and laces her fingers with yours, holding you tightly.
>You smile down at her, a sad thankful given to assure her you’re happy with that, and in hopes that her delicate hand won’t leave yours.
> On and on the three of you walk, while you pour out stories of your negligent parents.
>An orange sun descends into the glowing houses beneath it, like a letter sliding into an envelope.
>One story house sit in a row, an arrangement of children eagerly listening to the gesticulating boy who walks by them.
>>27676646
>The air is full and wafting, the clean freshness of a summer evening blowing stagnant heat off the bodies of the three sufferers.
>Trees replace houses, and the soft light of the sun flickers through them, a heavy glow still illuminating the world.
>Streets and blocks bear witness to the rotten parenting of Anon Orange, to birthdays forgotten and family events as cold as corpses.
>A handful of fists, a backhand when a mother’s kiss was needed, and a tree filled with presents that did not make up for either fill the heady air.
>A lonely soccer game and a lonelier wait afterward, a dragging through a mall when little feet couldn’t keep up, and an ice cream that did not stop a little boy’s crying.
>But most of all, was the stillness.
>A house that he lived in, swallowed by a stillness that did not relent.
>Hollow air, devoid of childish glee and parental pride, that did not dissipate when filled with Dashboard Confessional and Bright Eyes.
>And finally, closing up, the giving up of a teenage boy faced with perfect evidence that he was alone.
>A playground with swings beckoned, and Anon’s heavy feet carried him there without his knowledge.
>Sitting down on a grassy spot in the sun, he felt a surge of grief, like nothing he’d had in years, well up.
>Immediately, he stifled it, grimacing at the resistance it continued to put up.
>Three soft squeezes of his hand, and the grasping of his other by AJ brought his gaze up.
>Both girls were looking at him with such care, more than his parents had given, and only after a couple days.
>>27676653
>This was the final crack in the dam, and Anon began to cry.
>He put his hands on his head and bent over, great sobs sending his body quivering.
>Both girls immediately hugged him tight, the shudders of the boy now echoing through them.
>To his surprise, he found their eyes wet as well, his misery not faced alone.
> Together the three of them sat the, each girl hugging him from both sides.
>They cried quietly, the great tremors subsiding for an exhaustion, though Anon somehow felt more alive than he had for a very long time.
>You felt clean, finally free of an enormous weight you didn’t know you carried.
>It had been added to, little by little, over the years, and you’d had never truly seen the crushing weight until now, when it lay at your feet like a discarded shell.
>Red eyes looked up to the girls beside him, and a blessed smile crossed his face.
>And in a hoarse voice, you whisper:
“Thank you.”
>Both girls raise their wet eyes to you, and smile reassuringly.
> “We’re here for you,”
>AJ promises, while Apple Bloom just stares at you, a tragedy-stricken face breaking your heart.
>>27676640
hnnn emotional nudity, i loves it
>>27676653
damn, didnt know it was that bad.
>>27676665
wasnt expecting all these f-feels
>>27676640
>>She’s just trying to help you out, you think with a smile.
>>But isn’t Apple Bloom too?
>>You feel your heart leap at the thought of sharing this moment with Bloom, of being supported by her.
Perfect.
Really liking this scene.
>>27676665
Its great having a writefag who takes time to build up their story, It gets me invested in the characters to the point where I actually cried during this scene. Its the mark of great writing because conparitively I had a pretty comfy childhood and never experienced the shit this character has gone through but the characters are so developed I feel for them.
>>27676665
>tfw this story is really sweet butcompletely unrealistic
>>27677730
is that not the point of stories? it would be a pretty boring read if it was completely realistic
>>27678276
I think so, what would be the point if fiction can't even be sweet and fanciful?
>>27674593
I want to just fill her up with my cum in her tight pussy f@m
>>27677730
seems pretty realistic to me. aside from all the positivity, but that's kind of the point
>>27676665
>You leans into you and wraps you in a week hug.
>Sensing that she’s having some issue of her own, you return the embrace, squeezing her tightly.
>You take one of your hands and begin softly brushing her hair as the little girl erupts in tears, weeping into your shirt.
>Unsure if this is because of your stories, you look to AJ for answers.
>She bears the same tragic expression as her sister, and is now focused that sobbing girl in your arms.
>Looking back to you, she says in a quiet, almost resigned voice:
> “We get it.
>”Sort of.
>”Our parents…”
>She stops and closes her eyes.
>Bringing her hand up to her mouth, she takes a few deep breaths, clearly trying to keep herself from following in her sister’s footsteps.
>Somewhat composed, she meets your eyes:
>“Our parents died 8 years back.”
>She sniffles, then continues:
>“Granny took over, but there wasn’t much she could do. I still have to leave the house sometimes, just to break free of the silence in it.
>”There used to be so much laughter, y’know; but now…”
>She trails off, not finishing the thought.
>Your heart breaks for the Apples, but the only thing you can do is hold Apple Bloom tighter.
“I-I didn’t know.”
>>27680492
>A bitter chuckle softly falls from Applejack’s lips.
>“How could ya? We’ve been dealing with it for this long, we’ve got the hang of it, ah guess.
>”Well, most of us do.”
>She looks off to the distance, homewards.
>”Big Mac’s the only one who never figured how to deal with it.
>You shoulda seen him before…
>”couldn’t keep that mouth shut.”
>Again, she laughs bitterly, an anguished smile on her face.
>”Can’t really blame him though.”
>Apple Bloom’s tears grow less numerous, and she looks up to you, cheeks wet and eyes red.
>Quietly, almost a whimper, she gasps:
> “I miss them.”
>You pull her head into your chest, where she faces diagonally into you, her forehead partially pressed into you.
>Your left hand encircles her body, keeping it connected with your own, and your right hand attends to her hair and cheek.
>You brush the former and caress the latter, trying to keep your cool and collected style from before,
> but the desperate need to make her feel better causing you to move faster than you want to.
>Through your almost frenetic motions, you whisper to her that it’ll be okay, that you’re sorry, pulling up every condolences you’ve ever heard and praying that one of them will console her, if only a little bit.
>After a minute or two, you stop, and just hold her in your arms.
>Neither of you cries now, instead clinging to each other, hoping for some strength in the face of your absent parents.
>>27680498
> You reach a hand out to AJ, knowing that she can’t be feeling well at this moment.
>She bites her lip, and waves your hand away. Instead, your grab her hand and pull her closer to you, wrapping your non-AB-holding-arm around her.
>Bloom does the same, and AJ soon returns the double hug.
>The three of you sit together in silence for a minute, the silence broken only by deep breaths and the occasional gasp from the overwhelming might of your miseries.
>However, here, with these two girls, you feel better, like you aren’t carrying all of your life by yourself.
>On the spur of the moment, you blurt out:
“I love you.”
>Both girls look up at you, curious at the target of your confession.
”Both of you. I love you guys.”
>A spark of happiness splinters the weight of the moment when the two girls smile faintly back at you.
> “I love you too, Anon,”
>AJ’s benevolence washes over you, her reliable eye telling you she means it.
> “I love you.”
> Bloom whispers, simple and kind, her amber eyes rapturing you.
“I wish I could’ve been there for you.
“I wish I could’ve met you before now.”
>A bit of uplifting laughter flies from your thin smile,
“I feel like I missed out on you guys.”
>Somber smiles return the sentiment.
”But I’ll come back. And you can always call or text me, anytime you need me.
“Or even if you don’t need me.
“Just call or text me.”
>>27680501
>Bloom lets out a small chuckle and falls into your shoulder, all tuckered out.
>AJ, however, turns serious, and looks off, a calculating eye aimed at the clouds.
>Noticing the fading light and recalling the not-short trip her, you stand up:
“we better get going.”
>AJ agrees with you, and the two Apples stand up and dust off their shorts.
>Bloom grabs your hand immediately and laces her fingers once more with yours.
>You extricate your fingers, instead pulling her close and placing your arm over her shoulder.
>She leans into you and attaches hers around your waist, appreciating the closeness.
>Noticing AJ being left out, you reach over and grab her hand, though not mingling your fingers.
>She looks towards you, broken out of her concentration.
>She smiles at you, squeezing your hand a bit, then lapsing back into whatever she was thinking.
>And together the three of you walk, a boy and a girl clung to each other and a second girl fastened to the boy by their hands.
>The trip home is silent, the coupled two happy in their connection to each other and the third girl, and the third girl piecing together a plan unknown to the others.
>A maroon sky covers their entrance into the house, barely escaping the tide of blueish darkness. You head to your room and collapse on the apple covered bed.
>A girl falls to the side of you, and you realize the group hadn’t been broken up completely.
>Your little cousin hadn’t the strength to draw herself away from your embrace, only capable of snuggling into you further.
>She now holds you in both arms, her sleepy head resting on your chest.
>And that was fine by you.
>>27680498
cripes, that puts big mac in a new light.
>>27680506
aw helll yes sleeping with applebloom
Grade-A feel
>>27680506
I wouldn't be able to separate from her, either.
>>27654953
http://vocaroo.com/i/s0WIo3I1RYVk
>>27676785
>>27676871
>>27676977
I’m really glad this came out alright. I had a childhood similar to this (one negligent parent, the other a whole different kind of abusive), not to mention time and style constraints wouldn’t allow me to write out the whole scene piece by piece (thus the external point of view in >>27676653), so I wasn’t sure I could give this scene the meaning, delicacy, and depth that it needed. I’m really happy I was able to write it well; so thanks for telling me.
>>27680492
>>You leans into you
woah contortionist
>>27680506
>>Bloom grabs your hand immediately and laces her fingers once more with yours.
thats so adorable
>>27680492
>You leans into you
Here's your (You).
>>27680506
timer set for morning wood
To hear Apple Bloom's voice say "good morning" to you every morning would probably be one of the best things ever.
>>27682312
then rolling over and kissing her on her little mouf
>>27680498
>>You shoulda seen him before...
>>"couldn't keep that mouth shut."
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
funny how i never thought about the apple parents until now. i just joked that AJ and BM were the parents, like everyone else... not taking it that seriously, but.. if that ISN'T the case then there is a sad-ass backstory in there
>>27684048
My assumption regarding AB and her parents fit this part, and I believed that might be where the terrible fear of abandonment and loss shown in Bloom and Gloom and On Your Marks comes from. It makes sense, and helps if you believe she's a bit older than people generally assume. There's no way to know for sure, anyway.
>>27684136
yeah given her age and the fact that they arent still mourning, it has to have occurred long enough ago that either she doesn't remember them or it had some real nasty but subtle early-life effect on her wee psyche
>>27676646
>Apple Bloom hops out of your arms and onto the ground.
>You aren’t long without her needed touch, however: she immediately grabs your hand and laces her fingers with yours, holding you tightly.
>You smile down at her, a sad thankful given to assure her you’re happy with that, and in hopes that her delicate hand won’t leave yours.
This part kind of confuses me a bit on Anon's inner thinking. Is he completely smitten by Bloom that every touch is needed like a lover? It really felt like she was just supposed to be a close friend or step sister, but these lines really indicate a lot more is going on in side his head.At least imo.
>>27680492
> “We get it.
>”Sort of.
I really cannot see how having no parents due to them dying is anywhere near as traumatizing as having them but being completely neglected. This line feels really fake for me, like they are saying it because they can't think of anything else to say.
>>27680506
I initially thought that this scene would be the big event that would bridge AJ and Anon to finally be able to see each other as close family, more so than just distant relatives, or so that's what I gathered from Anons PoV.
All in all I feel that having Bloom in this whole section of story was really just unneeded; it feels like she was just thrown in there because this is a Bloom story.
Don't get me wrong I really am liking this story, but this last section kinda felt just thrown together.
>>27684536
>It really felt like she was just supposed to be a close friend or step sister, but these lines really indicate a lot more is going on in side his head.
They've been growing closer and developing their feelings, with all this time together and bonding. That's the main point of this story. I really loved that part, anyway
I'm loving the development, and AB being here with him for this and having them both witness and try to understand each-others deeper feelings and grief is definitely called for and important to the story. I can't imagine how leaving her out something like this and only using her simple fun times would possibly be better.
>>27684748
Also, if you have an issue with liking AB too much, this hopefully isn't the right story for you.
>>27684536
The way I see it is that he's about to go into something really heavy, and just wants any kind of support he can get. The presence and touch of Apple Bloom tells him that he's not alone, which is necessary for any major venting (for lack of a better word) but especially for Anon.
Bloom was optional here, and I did place her in when she didn't absolutely need to be, in part because this is a Bloom story and I wanted to develop to AnonBloom relationship. But I think it works out because the point of the story is Anon coming out of isolation, and him wanting AB there fits in with his relation to her; AJ is the more mature one that tries to coax him out, but it's primarily the relationship with AB that actually allows him to be coaxed out. She's the one that helps him feel less alone.
And as for the comparison, I can't actually measure one trauma against another, but I didn't have it said because nothing else could be. She was trying to reach out to Anon through the shared experience of loneliness, of not having a parent, even if the means to that are vastly different. She was saying that she and the other Apple siblings were alone too, and since that's the main problem I'm focusing on, I figured it'd fit.
I'm sorry this came out as thrown together, I did try to work it out the best I could. Keep in mind that breakthroughs like this usually take much more time (time that can't really exist in a week-long story), so I am kind of kind of shoving what ought to be like four or five conversations into one.
Anyway, I do appreciate the critique. It helps me to know what I should do later in the story and in future stories, so thank you.
Here's Sunday. Have a good night, and sleep tight, sweet soldiers. And have a nice day, AustraliAnon
>>27680506
> Bloom continues to rest beside you, looking like an angel.
>Sitting up, you move over to the side of the bed, pushing off the heavy coat of sleep. You turn towards her, enraptured by her beauty.
>Bringing your hand over to her cheek, softly brushing it.
>Her skin felt soft, and just a little dry. Her cheeks had a little bit of chub to them, puffing out just slightly, as cheeks do.
>A soft cooing graces your ears as she smiles, just a little.
>Your heavy eyelids wish to shut, but at the same time, you find it hard to part with the image of the sleeping Apple Bloom.
>Is it weird to want to cuddle her?
>Because the way she’s lying down, all curled up with that little smile, you’re fighting hard not to cuddle up next to her.
>The muffled voice of AJ interrupts your struggle:
> “Anon, it’s time for prayers!”
“Coming!”
> “Is Apple Bloom with you?”
“Yeah!”
> “Bring her too!”
“Got it!”
>Stepping over to the Bloom side of the bed, her back turned towards you, you wedge your hands underneath her.
>She grunts at the uncomfortable feeling, her slumber unpleasantly interrupted.
> “Wha-What’s goin’ on?”
>By now your arms are now underneath her, and you pick her up.
>She shifts in your arms, her amber jewels fluttering at you.
“Prayers.”
> “Unf,”
> she grunts as she adjusts herself, now more properly cradled in your arms,
>“I wanna sleep.”
>>27685115
Yo man no apologies necessary! I'm just an arm chair "critic," you're actually writing shit so you got that on me at least.
>>27685137
>She faces up now, your arms under dangling legs and supporting her shoulders.
“In a minute, princess.”
>She smiles at the new nickname, and you log the experience away in your memory.
>Gotta remember that one.
>Once she settles into your arms, you walk over to the door. Houston, we have a problem; no hands left to open the door.
>And your princess has her arms crosses while she dozes in your arms, the scene too precious to interrupt.
>Remembering your technique from a couple nights ago, you sit on the doorknob, sliding down, which causes it to turn.
>The door open slightly, and you open it the rest of the way with your foot.
>It might not be the most majestic way of opening doors, but hey, the door’s open.
>You walk down to the elder’s room and deposit the sweet girl on the floor between you and AJ.
>Feeling grateful for today, you’re more open to joining in the prayers. You can remember it this time, so you join in.
“Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.
“This I ask in Jesus’ name. Amen.”
>You spot approval on your great-aunt’s face, and nod in acceptance of it.
>Big Mac starts off the next ritual, stating his high as the pool and the low as the stuffy van.
>Granny’s high was cooking dinner, and her low was cooking dinner.
>The serving part she enjoyed, but all the effort wasn’t too much fun for her, it turned out.
>>27685149
>AJ goes next:
> “Well, my high was that walk I gotta take with my cousin and sister.
>”There were some rough parts, but ah think we all came out a bit closer for it, and I’m real happy about that.
>”As for my low… uh, can’t say that I have one.”
> “Nuh-uh, you gotta have one,”
> says Apple Bloom, woken by the injustice of attempted rule-breaking.
>Applejack just gives her a dry look, asking her if
> “you remember what yuh said two nights ago?”
>Apple Bloom looks thoughtful, her role as judge put aside for a minute.
> “Uhh… no?”
> “You said your high was Anon, and you didn’t have a low.”
> “Oh. Uh. Well, Ah get special treatment,”
> she offers, placing a hand on a chest proudly thrust forward.
>It apparently works, drawing out a good-natured scoff:
> “Well, ah guess my low was that Rarity couldn’t have come today. I think she woulda had a lot of fun meeting Anon.”
> Apple Bloom’s turn:
> “I got the same high: ‘specially cause I got the princess treatment from Anon afterwards.”
>The family cocks their heads, including you.
>“Yuh know, like this.”
>She reaches for the sleeping dog in the corner, which you hadn’t noticed til now, and attempts to carry it like you did her.
>>27685137
yiss
>>27685155
>She fails, and it leaps out of her arms.
>Not one to accept failure, the stubborn girl chases after it, trying to pick it up.
>After a handful of failures, AJ tells her that we think we get the picture, and a sheepishly Apple Bloom returns to her original spot.
> “Anyway, I don’t have a low. Cause Ah get to do that,”
> she stresses the “Ah,” and sticks her tongue out at AJ afterwards.
>You laugh at the mild petulance, then notice all eyes on you.
>Oh yeah.
>You needed one.
>Uh…
“Well, I don’t mean to sound repetitive, but I have to follow in my dear cousins’ footsteps. That walk was really something, and I don’t think words can really do it justice.
“But it was good, I can say that.”
>The two girls’ heads nod at the simple truth.
“As for my low, it was riding through Scoots’ neighborhood.”
Apple Bloom turns to you, protesting your choice:
> “What? Why? Do yuh not like her?”
“No no, I think she’s rad as heck. It’s just, you know, she lives in a straight up dump.”
> “Eeyup.”
. “She does not,”
> comes the squeaky reply.
“Bloom, that was a straight up wasteland! The Wasteland by T.S. Eliot was less of a wasteland than that!”
> “I dunno what that is,”
>Bloom flatly replies.
“Some trash poem. Anyway, you can’t dispute your visiting cousin’s High-Lows.”
>You turn to AJ for corroboration on your fresh rule:
“That’s how it is, isn’t it?”
> “Sorry sis, it’s rule number 15. You should really know that.”
>The double attacks from cousin and sister are too much for Apple Bloom to respond with anything besides a pouty huff.
>>27685171
“Aw, don’t take it too hard, Bloom. I can still give you the princess treatment.”
>You stretch your arms out in a peace offering. Turning her nose up in the air, she steps into your hands with a royal aloofness.
“Ok, but only because you insisted.”
>You don’t tell her that you didn’t insist, instead lifting her up like a good steed or knight would.
>She can’t resist the warm allure of your arms, and is soon lazily reclining your arms.
>She stares at you with half-lidded eyes.
>You think she’s going to say something a couple times, but she just quietly looks at you.
>You reach her door, enter, and slowly lay her on her bed. She moves along with you as you pull the covers down and then over her, scooting off them and then stretching out.
>You appreciate the help, and show her with a little kiss on her forehead. You brush her cheek one more time, and tell her
“Goodnight, princess.”
> “Goodnight, my noble steed.”
>You chuckle at the reference to last night.
“See you tomorrow.”
>She just grins at you as you walk away and turn out the lights, not without taking one last glance at her before you do.
>You lie down on your bed, and play Pokémon until you fall asleep.
>It was a good day
DAY 3 END
>>27685180
when is anon going toshow his pokémon teamto applebloom
>>27685155
>dog
I actually was wondering about that, earlier.
Thanks again for writing all this and being such a bro. This story and thread's stupidly important to me.
>>27685180
Still surprised he's not getting any weird looks yet.
>>27685685
That's because the rest of the Apples want Bloomer to find cousin-love, too. It can't be stopped.
>>27685384
Me too. I am in constant fear that I'm gonna wake up and find out its dead.
>>27685115
>I'm sorry this came out as thrown together,
it's greentext, dude. momentai.
>>27685171
>blonde big mac
.. strange somehow.
>>27685815
ain nothin wrong with that. cousins are totally kosher. especially applebloom.
>>27687212
So much for feelings okay about life
>>27687402
What?
>>27687404
Excuse me. I just wasn't prepared to see this plausible shipping of my waifu so early in the morning, and from someone who supports it so strongly. You're fine, though. I understand that you have your own reasons for posting it. I really need to get past this.
![YP-1R-06x04.mkv_snapshot_17.06_[2016.05.30_23.31.32].jpg](https://i.imgur.com/Hxoksoj.jpg "YP-1R-06x04.mkv snapshot 17.06 [2016.05.30 23.31.32]")
>>27687503
I can definitely appreciate those feelings.
I'm not sure i get this part, though
>and from someone who supports it so strongly.
I drew it cuz i just really like that ship cuz it's basically canon and happens to be my two favorite foals.
>>27687511
I just mean that I've noticed you posting the ship around MLPG a lot, based on the filename. It's a really good drawing, anyway, heart-ache aside. I didn't know you did it.
>>27687576
Oh, i understand then. And thank you.
>>27685137
"Prayers"
>"Unf"
>>27687503
he's just poking her tummy with one hoof..
>>27688979
I'm glad it was something so light and innocent so I could have an opportunity to semi-intelligently talk about something that's been bothering me so badly, which is the ship in general. I'm not trying to say my feelings are right or in any way logical, but it's just something that bothers me. Normally, I'd just hide the post and feel bad for a few hours, so I'm glad I could let just a little bit off my chest.
>>27689140
>Ever since ah was little, ah always had an affinity for water
>>27689140
i didnt even recognize that fucker.
>>27687511
and it certainly isn't "basically canon"
>>27689279
Oh yeah, well, i'm gonna act as if it were.
What you gonna do?
>>27689338
um.. help you understand perspective better, i guess? so you can enjoy your ship better
>>27689279
>didnt even recognize that fucker.
That's comforting. Before these threads started, the only place I could see people posting Blam was in MLPG, where there's always a few people who instantly think of him every time she's posted.
>>27689407
Eh, i think i understand perspective. Mostly.
I'm just being too lazy to apply it.
I know i need to use it to evt. shade at any decent level. Which is what i'm making baby steps at practicing at the moment.
>>27689478
not the kind of perspective i meant
>>27689571
well, okay then?
I want dat apple foal.
>>27689643
i want her too
just to own?
>>27689643
>>27689684
You'd need to give her daily attention and reassurance that you love her, or she'll get real lonely and depressed. Also, you'd need a lot of filly-appropriate food to help her grow into a healthy mare. Personally, I'd rather eat strawberries with her than apples every day, but we could have both.
Sometimes, she might even have an existential crisis and start talking about life and how meaningless she is. When this happens, you have to know the right thing to say to convince her that she is indeed precious.
Owning a Bloom is a great thing, but it does come with its set of responsibilities.
>>27691378
saved as "adorobotable.gif"
>>27691417
>wow I thought you were a retard, but you really CAN clean your teeth with an oldtimey phone receiver!
>>27691996
>chicken dance
hehe
what do you think blewm's hair smells like?
>>27693173
Appleswith traces of cinnamon
>>27693173
It smells like her.Nice.
Apple Bloom > Bloom > Applebloom
>>27694007
>does this look like the face of mercy?
>>27694007
you're a little confused, > is the 'left is greater than right' sign. you can tell because it's like a mouth, and the mouth wants to open towards the greater part.
>>27688466
>Apple TV.
Hue.
>>27695971
>your views make us uncomfortable. come back when you agree with us on everything like a real free thinker
>>27697430
>when something is horribly wrong with her face but she's too cute so you don't care
>>27699574
fucking hate clothes, especially on ponies, but this looks damn cute on her.
>>27685180
> Partly through the night, a soft creak jostles you from your dream.
>Coated in the still present grip of dreams, you have a hard time making out what it is.
>A thin light reveals itself from your cracked door.
>Huh.
>The rest of your room is caked in darkness, looking like the inside of a coal pit.
>Your head still swimming with visions of shifty cats, epic dream quests, and some unknown place called Kadath, you slink over to the door and close it.
>The creak repeats itself, but barely registers on your dream-flooded mind, and you move quietly back to your bed.
>Submerging yourself in sleep once more, you fail to hear the muted breathing, swiping, and tiptoe footsteps.
>You do peek up when the creak and slit of light return, but when the creak once more repeats itself and kills the latter.
>Your heavy head falls upon your pillow once more, and you think nothing of it.
> It’s Thursday morning, and you’re swaddled in a cozy blackness.
>A thick blur coats your mind, engulfing you in a pleasant oblivion.
>A ray of infantile consciousness reaches out of the pit, trying to reach an awareness of yourself and circumstance.
>It doesn’t get far, and once more you’re sunk into that cottony haze of sleep.
>But instinct pushes forward, sending more attempts to reach reality. Each new attempt brings new shocks of light into your haze, disrupting it all the more.
>A nature just as deep and ancient as the need to wake pushes back, a bearish grunt expressed in revolt.
>But just as it is broken everyday, the will of this lumbering presence is thwarted, the pull of life dragging you into the light.
>Mmph.
>>27699841
>Muscles twitch to life, new blood flooding arteries and capillaries.
>Slowly, your mind awakens to your body, the pampering weight of the blankets above making your form known to you.
>You shake your head, grunting at the harshness of the motion that yanked you into consciousness.
>You wake to yourself; you’re Anon, and it’s some weekday.
>Wednesday, or maybe Thursday.
>You contort your body, changing positions like a dancer, but never recovering the dull peace you exited.
> When the discomfort of lying without tiredness can be taken no more, you whip the covers off your body.
>The cruel talons of the (relatively) cold room dig into your skin, and you whip the covers right back on.
>You’d forgotten about your morning foe.
>You poke your thin arm, the most resilient to her wicked clutch, out of the bed and take hold of your shirt and pants.
>Retracting your arm, the wintry emissaries are soon thawed to the temperature of your beloved cocoon.
>Delicately, you put them on, trying to keep from disturbing the borders of your silk and cotton paradise, knowing the hateful cold will seep in like a plague at the first opening.
>Fully clothed, you steel yourself, then take the covers off once more.
>The chilly bite hurts far less than before.
>But it’s only a matter of time before your feet succumb to the frosty air, so you quickly garb them in some socks.
>After a minute, you realize that the room’s not actually that cold, and that you might be a huge pansy.
>Like all men, you hold onto the hope that you aren’t, and soldier on.
>Sitting on your bed, you wipe the physical remnants of sleep from your eyes.
>What time was it?
>The clock reads 7:30, a good half hour before the time you usually wake up.
STORY TIME
>>27699860
>The familiar morning itch runs through your body, and you obey its command, straightening out your limbs and taking a deep yawn.
>The urge satisfied, you reflect on what to do next.
> Apple Bloom, of course.
>She’d know what to do; maybe you could catch a quick game with her.
>Gotta see if she’s up first.
>You slip on the apple slippers laying at the door, and move out.
>The whole house is perfectly silent, like fresh, untarnished snow on a field.
>You cross the hall in tiptoe, not wanting to crack that delicate peace.
>You grip her doorknob and carefully turn it.
>The door squeaks when you open it, but not too much.
>Congratulating yourself on your excellent stealth, you approach her bed.
>You suck in your breath when you see the girl upon it.
> She’s a vision.
>The phrase blinks across your mind, a chorus that, while fading to the background, remains present for the whole experience to come.
>She’s just…
>Wow.
>You try to think of words, but they just don’t come.
>She’s lying on her bed, perpendicular to you, with her arms raised above her head.
>One lies off the side, the forearm rising up and her hand flopped down, almost touching her head.
>Her other arm is jutting out, with the forearm returning, making an acute angle.
>Her delicate hand is spread open, resting on her forehead.
>For once, you see Bloom with her hair down (not counting the time when she was in the pool), and you realize how long it is.
>>27699867
>The bright red spectacle flows down over her shoulders, reaching, pooling somewhere around her mid-region.
>As usual, a bright smile covers her face, and her eyes are pressed closed.
>She radiates happiness, sheer joy perfectly described by her perfect face.
>One of her legs goes straight down, while the other is bent slightly, the knee barely crossing over the other.
>Her white socks are long, almost reaching to the knee, but that isn’t the article that captures your attention.
>Somehow, she got ahold of one of the dress shirts you brought down, and wears it with only the lowest two buttons buttoned.
>The top portions cover part of her chest, but leave her light cleavage and a good portion of the middle of her torso open.
>Looking down, you don’t see any underwear in the shadows beneath the low-hanging shirt, and it doesn’t go THAT far down.
>You blush and turn away
>The sun has risen, bringing a golden light to further remind you of her angelic beauty.
>Her soft, tan skin almost glows in the kiss of the morning’s light.
>She shifts at your quiet outburst, and you realize you haven’t been looking at her for a short time.
>You turn to leave, not wanting to be thought a creep if she wakes.
>You turn on your heel and take a step, the cruel world obliterating your stealth through a loud creak.
>You halt immediately, listening for any signs that she heard you.
> “Mmmmmm. Mm?
>”Anon?”
>Yep, she heard you.
I don't really like doing this, but I got some Navy stuff all day tomorrow, so I gotta give you Tuesday's today. I'll probably be back to give you guys Wednesday's on time, but if not, I'll put it up along with Thursday's.
>>27699876
>Your mind races, going through plans like fatties go through Cheetos.
>You hold onto the last thread of stealth, hoping you can make a secretive getaway.
>You keep on facing the door and take another step.
>Silence, from both floor and cousin.
>Okay, you can do this.
>You take another step, and the scene repeats itself.
>Creeeeaak.
> “Anon?”
>This time her voice is clearer, devoid of the groggy tempo that held the first question.
>You turn around slowly, playing it cool.
>Hopefully she won’t notice the flaring hue of your flushed cheeks.
“Hey, sup, Apple Bloomers, what’s shaking, bacon?”
>You’ve never hated yourself so much.
>She’s sat up now, the shirt covering her like a short dress, thankfully out of the light this time.
>Her arms are positioned as a V, with both hands meeting just in front of her hips.
>Her legs are splayed outwards, socked feet pointing upwards.
>Head cocked, she innocently asks:
> “What’r ya doin’ in mah room?”
>The million dollar question.
>Honesty or Redirect?
>You go with the first, saving the question of your shirt for later.
“I was gonna wake you up, see if you wanted to play some cards or a board game or something.”
>She nods slowly.
>It isn’t clear if she believed you, or even understood.
>She is, after all, very sleepy.
>She yawns, her mouth stretching wide while her eyes tightly shut.
>Her arms reverse their positions, both extending upwards and away from her, making a V above her now.
>>27699902
shiiiieeet
>>27699902
> Her eyes fall back to you, a teary smile on her angelic face.
> “Ok,” she replies in a soft voice, sounding almost like a hum.
>She drags her tired legs out of bed, and falls off, feet landing on the floor.
>She moves to her dresser at a zombie’s gait, and opens the top drawer.
>Immediately you spin on your heel, not wanting to be present for this.
>She’s your cousin, after all.
“I’ll be in my room,”
> your stammering voice informs her, to which a soft okay replies.
>Closing the door behind you, you take a deep breath and let it out.
>Your eyes close, and you repeat the process, opening them at the exhale.
>Emotions run lower now, and you return to your room to distract yourself with video games.
>But your door creaks open before you can even get in-game.
>Bloom floats in, her light form almost gliding across the threshold.
>She wears your dress shirt, now buttoned fully and with the sleeves rolled up just past her elbow, and pair of tiny shorts.
>Her feet are bare, and you can hear the almost indiscernable thumps as she treads across your floor.
>The only major difference between her now and her a minute ago is a red bow in her hair.
>This is a different one, not much bigger than a bowtie, and is fastened above the place between her ear and left edge of her forehead.
>Two small ribbons fall below, a slight curl twisting their path alongside the left portion of her jawline, ending at the level of her nose.
>Her hair is pulled back and hanging down, revealing a curliness you didn’t know of.
>Appearing more energetic, she grabs your arm and immediately begins pulling you to your door.
>>27699909
> “Come on, Anon, Ah know just the game.”
>Her pull isn’t strong, but the sheer joy in her gait makes the pull irresistible to you.
>She bounces as she walks, the tune to a music you don’t hear.
>Maybe you’ll hear it, one of these days.
>Though your sluggish resistance to her pull, as the morning incites resistance to all motion, has long since passed, her grip on your arm remains.
>Down to the living room she leads you, stopping before a large cabinet.
>Your arm misses her touch as she withdraws it for her search.
>She plunges her arms into the cabinet, pulls back, then digs in again, as if digging in the dirt for some treasure.
>Her face lights up, followed by hands gripping a weird looking wooden rectangle.
>Once more your arm is gripped by a pulling teen hand, until you’ve found yourself at a table with rickety chairs.
>The chairs are made of the same white-ish vanilla wood as the table, and are placed opposite each other.
>The table resides by a great brick fireplace, which you long to see roaring in a colder season.
>Thoughts of a winter trip are whisked away by the low voice of a whispering cousin, asking you if
> “You ever heard of Cribbage?”
>No bells ring.
“Nope.”
>Eyes bug out in fake horror, and you can’t help but laugh at her feigned disbelief.
> “Whattya mean ya haven’t heard a Cribbage?
>You been livin under a rack or samthing!? Huh!? Huh!?”
>Your laughter increases at the sudden New York accent in your Bloom’s voice.
>>27699916
>She laughs with you, though more in victory at having made you laugh.
>You look down at the table before you, taking in the whole picture.
>There’s a deck of cards, two pairs of little colored sticks, one red and one blue, and the wooden rectangle.
>It’s got a line snaking, split into red, blue, and green.
>It’s filled with holes, cut into five hole-blocks, and numbers denoting each measure of five, all the way to 120, with one hole after that.
> “Ok, its real simple: ya gotta get points, which you get through hands and pegging. First, is dealing: you deal six cards to each player”
>–she does-
>“and you get to pick four of them to keep. The other goes in the crib, which is an extra hand, and that goes to the dealer. The dealer switches every turn, so it’s even.
>”After you discard into the crib, the not-dealer picks up a portion of the deck, and the dealer takes the card at the top of the remaining pile and puts it on the top. This gets added to all three hands.
>”Then we peg: the non-dealer goes first, putting a card down. Then the dealer puts a card on it, adding it’s total to the first –face cards are worth 10- until you hit 31 or can’t hit that or lower.
>”Here, you get points if you hit fifteen or 31, if you pair them, or if you get a run. Runs are worth the number of cards in them, and everything else is 2 points.
>”Oh! You also get a point if you put down the last card, unless it’s 31.
>”So like, if you stop at 30 and the other person can’t go, you get one point, and then they have to start the next pegging thing. When you’ve played all your cards, you count your hand.
>”Non-dealer goes first, then the dealer, who counts their hand and then the crib. Pretty much the same thing there: 2 points for fifteens and pairs, and runs get as many points as there are cards in them.
>>27699924
>”Oh, and if you have a jack that’s the same suit as the cut card –that’s the card you pull up after dealing- you get one point and if you pull up a jack the dealer gets two points.”
“Do runs have to be of the same suit?”
>”She shakes her head from side to side, tossing the bow ever so slightly, and says
> “Nope! You got it?”
“I think so. It sounds pretty complicated.”
> “Everythin’ sounds complicated when it gets explained all at once like that. It’ll get easier once you play it.”
>She beams at you, removing your reservations about the game, or really anything.
>You get started, and play pretty rough at first.
>You’re forgetting to take points, throwing points in her crib, and so forth, while she just laughs at you.
>But soon you start getting the hang of it, finding the patterns in the game, and playing with probabilities.
>You barely avoid getting skunked in the first game
>–losing by more than 30 points-
>and lose by five in the second.
>It was a fluke anyway, you swear.
>As you shuffle for the third game, you hear a low thudding coming just outside the room.
>Big Mac, morose as ever, peeks his head into the room, followed by his hulking body.
> He stares silently at the game for a minute, then shakes his head at you.
>What?
>You send him a look, half inquisitive, half get-out-of-here-I’m-hanging-with-my-rad-cousin, but it falls flat.
>To be honest, you didn’t really expect much reaction from the practical mute.
>Her dull eyes direct themselves Bloom-ways, and he makes an inquest of her desires for a first meal.
>>27699841
>>27699860
what the actual fuck
>>27699867
>>27699876
aw hell yeah sleepybloomgazing
>>27699902
>navy
shiiit dude. good luck with all THAT. hopefully you have a better time than my dad did in the 80s.
>>27699909
dammit, she was about to give you a look! that's what cousins are for! at least my cousin felt that way.
>>27699916
fuck that is a cute picture. and i love how she's always bouncing in this narrative.
>>27699876
>The sun has risen, bringing a golden light to further remind you of her angelic beauty.
>Her soft, tan skin almost glows in the kiss of the morning’s light.
That's the stuff.
>>27699916
I love it when she's silly like this, too. Wish I could make Bloomy laugh.
>>27699867
>>27699876
Holy shit your descriptive writing is hotter than my drawing. I want to hug her so badly.
>>27699574
would you?
>>27701275
but of course
>>27700803
>Young Anon sits in his chair, bathed in the glow of a computer.
>The light of the screen is reflected on his face, the title, /mlp, appears as if imprinted on his forehead.
>Enraptured in the alluring words of a nameless stranger, his chin falls to his palm, fingers cupping his cheek.
>Drawing air in through his nose, a great deluge of air floods from his mouth.
>The mournful sigh is soon followed by a longing tone:
“I wish I could make Bloomy laugh.”
>No sooner does the final syllable exit his mouth than a spark of amber light ignite the room.
>Anon shuts his eyes and presses his fingers to the lids, as if you push the pain from them.
>A moment later, and the pain is gone.
>He ventures another peek, and falls from his chair in shock.
>There, before him, is Apple Bloom herself.
>She takes a long look at him, the interest in her eyes transforming into joy.
>Anon, his mind still fairly empty, clutches onto the last thoughts he had, a fantasy where he told jokes to Bloom.
“A blonde walks into a bar and says ‘ow.’”
> “heh heh heh,”
> she giggles, a quiet little laugh echoing in the otherwise silent room.
>Anon feels his heart swell, the contagious joy of the little filly being the only feeling in an otherwise star struck mind.
>But her joy doesn’t stop here: she sucks in new air and releases it just as quick in a rising crescendo.
“ahaha hahahah hahahah...”
> “hee hee hee hee…”
“AHAHA- AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!”
>“WAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“AHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”I want to see this picture in every thread
>>27702279
Hey, thats cute af. Got any more? I also specialise in traditional drawings. .
>>27702338
I didn't draw em'. They're just rarities from old "ask me to draw anything" threads on here.
>>27701275
wait, what exactly? I-i don't want to get into any trouble here.
>>27704206
It's nothing bad. He's just asking if you'd drink her apple juice.
>>27704860
oh. yes. in a heartbeep. from the source.
What kind of cookies do you think applybloom would like as a gift?
>>27706043
Mostly any, I'd imagine.
I'd go with snickerdoodles, though, because they're my personal fave.
>>27707059
oh god. those eyes and nose and freckles. HNNNNNGH. oh god.
Hey AB/CMC.
I wrote two stories for RGRE, both of which concern the CMC's and have Applebloom as the leading character. It's been a while since I posted these, but I figured you guys might appreciate them given the content. I know it's generally better to post out the stories, but given the RGRE theme and their length, I think I'll just post my pastebin for the sake of time and safety. Enjoy.
http://pastebin.com/u/tANDghouls
>>27707059
I bet she gives the best fucks
>>27707759
>nuzzling your dick
>rubbing her hair on it
>sitting on your lap and bouncing gently
>never actually getting around to anything all that sexual
>>27706666
okay satan+1
>>27707500
Thanks for sharing. I really appreciate it.
Just finished reading part one, and I'm enjoying it. Funny stuff.
>>27707500
I remember that story. It was really cute, the ending especially.
>>27707937
Oh man. I like the way you think
>>27708159
Neat, glad you're liking it, and thanks for reading.
>>27708170
Yeeeh, I liked the way they came out well enough. I'm just glad I got some reads desu, but the positive reactions have been some some satisfying icing.
>>27708233
i'm not sure she'd even know what to do
even if you reminded her vagoo was involved she'd just rub it aggressively on your hand
>>27709036
what kind of candy is that?
>>27711435
haha, you go.
>>27711721
The artist says they have no idea.
>>27711857
uhhh yes i WILL lick that chocolate off of you, thanks for asking
I really hope they get more attention in this second half of the season than in the first half.
It seemed that OYM was meant to give the impression that they now have all this new room to develop, but the total lack of meaningful screen-time since then makes me wonder.
>>27709036
>>27711721
>>27711857
It looks like an extra lewd ice cream sandwich.
>>27715279
so not even candy then
to me it looks like maybe a white taffy that someone dipped in chocolate
>>27715346
y'know, like you doi hope staygy isn't dead
>Two days.
>No writefag update.
F
>I'll probably be back to give you guys Wednesday's on time, but if not, I'll put it up along with Thursday's.
Don't worry, guys. We'll get our green.
What's worth getting scared over is the thought of it ending without words of romantic affection being traded, in favor of a "close friend or step sister" approach.
>>27717395
>>27717870
>exactly 3 hours
I did it!
>>27717875
Good timing.
>>27717875
Alright, that is impressive.
Kudos.
>>27719133
what
>>27719200
Apples are a funny bunch.
Somebody wanted this a while ago, so here's some love.
>The glow of Anon's DS seems to brighten as the thick, dark clouds coat the sky
>Noticing the quick pace of the thin moonlight's eclipse, Anon looks out his temporary bedroom window
>Willikers
>Nothing can be made out at all beyond ten feet, the world immediately outside the house consumed by void
>Until one moment, a might flash tears the world from the black grip, the electric white thread scarring the blackened sky
>But with the same speed that it entered, it vanished, the illimitable void rushing back to reclaim the world
>Secnonds later, the deep crash of thunder booms, echoing through the still air
>He imagines that he ears a small cry during the prolonged rumble, but shakes his head, dismissing it as imagination
>The darkened world turns Anon's thoughts to sleep, and he turns his head toward the clock
>11:11
>Two thoughts race across his mind: the first of needing to sleep, the second of wishes
>He decides to turn himself in for the night, but not before wishing for somebody
>Somebody to hold tight, his heart forces the words through his mind:
>"I wish I had somebody to hold."
>He almost cringes at the lonely pathos of the wish, then calms himself with the undeniable truth that nobody had heard him, and nobody ever will
>His secret safe, he turns off the DS, zips of the foot-to-neck pajamas Big Mac had lent him, and tucked himself in
>He shifts in discomfort from within the giant pajamas: he thought he'd try it, but in the end, they were just too big
>As he pulls off the covers, the first step in his plan to take them off, His door swings open
>>27721458
>He leans up in his bed, terrified at the sudden intrusion
>A soft light burns somewhere in house, lending just even brightness to make out a figure in the doorway
>Before he can identify the black shape standing between him and the twilight of the hallway, the shadow moves
>It rushes him, like the frantic dash of a football player in beast mode
>A peal of manly trepidation exits his mouth, while hands fly up too late
>The figure is upon him, the shadow smashing into his chest
>He falls backwards, setting his arms on the terror on him, before a quiet sound shakes him out
>It's... whimpering?
>His adrenaline is pushed to the side while he regains conscious thought, curiosity overcoming base fear
>He can barely make out the figure in the darkness, but the feel of the hair, the length of the body lying on his...
>"Apple Bloom?" he asks quietly
>Arms reach to him, cling around his neck, the next whimpering sounding like a "yes."
>"Apple Bloom, what's wrong?"
>The girl pulls herself up, her face now right before our hero's.
>"He can see the faint shimmer of amber eyes on pale white lakes
>Her lip trembles, opening as if to say something, then closes
>She crushes Anon in a hug, their lips grazing as she propels her head forward in her desperate cling
>Even through his deepening concern, Anon notices the touch
>His heart stirs, but not wholly from sympathy
>Still, he wants, needs to make her feel better, so he covers her back with his own arms and pulls her tight.
>>27721597
>His arm removes itself from her, just for a moment, to reach out and turn his bedside lamp on\
>It's a dim lamp, bathing the room in an dark golden light, not unlike the eyes of Apple Bloom
>Instantly the red of her hair grabs his attention
>She pulls back, blinking at him in the dim light
>Her face, inches from his, tilts down.
>"Ah-Ah'm scared of laghtnin'..."
>He finds that slightly strange, her being fifteen and all, but there's no point in compounding her shame.
>His hand finds her chin, lifting it up again, bringing her eyes to his
>"You got nothing to be ashamed about, Apple Bloom. I'm here for you."
>She smiles sadly at him, her relief hammering away at the deeper-than-expected shame
>His heart almost bursts when he sees her smile, rejoicing at the thought of being her protector
>"I love you," he whispers, the words matching the rushing red feelings
>"Ah love you too," she whispers back, her loving eyes staring into his
>She blushes, and catches her breath, tilting her head chest-wards
>Her legs, previously topping his, slide down the outer side of each of his
>Her hands remain on his chest
>Her thin nightgown ripplesin her relaxing motions, then once more as she sits up
>The sliding of her body over his growing erection is felt, and a blush fills his cheeks as well
>"Oh!" she says as she rises, now looking down at the flat laying Anon
>Her hands move towards his billowy pajamas, grasping the metal zipper near his neck
>>27721705
dis gon b cute
>>27721705
Aww shit. Incoming one-shot.
>>27721705
>She pulls the zipper down, exposing his chest and pelvis
>A thin breeze alerted him to the member sticking out of the hole in his underwear
>Hands fly down to correct the mistake, but are brushed away by Apple Bloom
>She stares down at his hardness, then lets out a big breath
>"It's okay, I know it gets like that."
>And with that, she hikes her legs up and pushes them down the tubes of his pants
>Halfway through each one, she lies on his stomach and pushes herself down, her feet just barely reaching the air
>The pressure of soft fabric pushing against his head, his breathing quickens as he thinks of the shape pressing upon it
>Her gown is now halfway off, and she, realizing that it's become a shirt, scoffs in distaste
>Not wanting a curtain draped over her midsection, as the bunched up lower part had become, she grabs the sides and lifts it off
>A thin bra covers her goods, and lies flat once more on him
>Anon, meanwhile has been breathing hard since the zipper first came down, and saw no reason to stop
>Every movement has the light touch of her groin brush his, the thin fabric barely a barrier
>She apparently notices this, as well as his hard breaths, and pulls up, her head hovering above his
>Instead of saying anything, her gaze falls into his own, and she spends an unknown amount of time gazing into the eyes of her cousin
>He gazes back, a hunger long surpressed rising in him
>It takes the reigns, and his mouth raises, meeting hers in mid-air
>Her eyes pop open the the sudden touch, the light brush of a tongue asking entrance, but she doesn't lift her mouth off
>>27721836
>His hips start moving back and forth and he kisses her, bucking her softly
>She returns the kiss, a mess of ready coals igniting within her stomach
>Her hips meet his, and she's pressing against him with more than the weight of gravity
>Her lips open, not a second before his tongue makes its entrance, exploring the girl he's loved so much
>Her kiss rescinds just slightly in her smile at the invader, and she welcomes it with her own
>The two lie liplocked, tongues passing in and out of lover's mouths,
>Need boils in him, and he rolls over, now on top of her
>She squeaks as her position changes, but grins up when she sees his hungry gaze
>His arms, out of the unzipped pajamas prop his body a foot above her, while hers lie crossed above her
>Driving her elbows into the bed, she leans up and touches her chin to her breasts, the thin strap of the bra seen
>Leaning up on only one hand now, he fiddles for a moment with the clasp, the breaks it open.
>Anon lowers himself on his elbows, forearms now free to release her perky breasts
>They're gorgeous
>Perfectly rounded, big for her small frame, they bounce just a bit as the two slowly press their crotches together in an absentminded dance
>His mouth descends, a swirling tongue meeting the nipple
>He sucks and licks, softly bites, and kisses her perfect tit, then moves over to the other
>She moans vigorously, clasping her hands on the back of his head and pushing him further in
>One of her hands clasps over her mouth as a short cry escapes, though it wasn't loud enough to bother Anon's passionate loving
>Finished for the moment, he lifts himself off, replacing her mouth-covering hand with his lips, once more entering into that lustful tango
>>27721921
>His fingers descend, tracing spirals on her body as he nears her shaking pelvis
>Fingers slide over bone and a thin patch of hair before they stop
>Her looks her in the eyes, a questioning look in them
>She doesn't hesitate to grip his hand and push it down, his fingers coming to rest on her
>Awe replaces love for just a moment, his fingers covering her vagina, being coated in her abundant juices
>He's struck by the moment, by the sheer intimacy of his fingers on her most private place, and he smiles to himself, the luckiest man in the world
>But he doesn't stay too long, and immediate begins pushing into her
>She gasps, closing her mouth tightly as her body convulses
>His forefinger goes to the first knuckle, then out, a handful of times
>He repeats to the process to the second knuckle, then all the way, the whole time enjoying the indescribable texture
>Each entrance has her thrusting, pushing her delicate body forward and down onto his fingers, each exit has her follow, her eyes pouting at even a temporary distance
>He works his second finger in, the slides in and out slowly
>At her lessening gasps, he begins to pick up speed, causing her breathe to come quickly
>Now slamming his fingers into the beautiful girl, her gasps and moans can almost be heard through her hand
>And at one perfect point, her body halts at the peak of a thrusting arc, a loud eek breaking through the hand
>She falls back down, panting heavily after her thunderous orgasm
>>27721986
>He leans over her head to softly kiss his beloved cousin, but is but with a headbutt
>"Shit!"
> they say at the same time, Anon's hand covering the hurt cheekbone
>"Sorry! I gotta go!"
>Anon barely has time to ask why when's she's already exited his pajamas
>"AJ probably heard that! she's gonna check on me!"
>His pain doesn't distract him from the danger, and he nods his head
>Still, he wishes he could stay
>"Hey."
>She looks up from her frantic dressing, meeting his soft eyes
>"Can we..."
>He trails off, not sure how to ask the question
>Her rush holds for an intermission, and she walks over to his mostly naked form, shaking her hips
>Her hand reaches out and takes ahold of his still throbbing member, rubbing it gently
>It sets him wild, and she knows it
>"Well, you and Ah ain't even. It'd be awfully rude of me not to visit again..."
>She draws each word out, her words turning him on almost as much as the firm rubbing
>At the end, she leans down, giving the tip a long slow kiss
>And with that, she winks at him and hops out of the room
>He hears her door close after his, and smile stupidly
>The big grin rests on his face, as he slides deliriously into erotic dreams of his new lover.
So I'm a little rushed, which is why that might not have been up to snuff, and I don't have my labtop with me, which is where I keep the story. It's a little ahead (So I don't have to stress as much about writing it), but that means I can't post it now. A bunch of people keep fucking up my paperwork, which is why I'm not back to my laptop yet, and that's why I did this one-shot instead. Hope you guys liked it, and I'll definitely be back on the main story tomorrow. Good night, sweet soldiers.
>>27722074
you
i would bake you a pie
>>27722074
Oh, I definitely appreciate it.
>>27721458
not at all what i was imagining when i mentioned thatit's a lot better!
>>27722074
>one-shot
Well fuck. Sequel making it a two-shot someday?
>>27722074
oh shit
i thought you were ded
>>27723042
i just assumed when he said it's a little ahead he meant this is a scene from their future..
>>27723098
i mean one can hope, right?
>>27723042
I think I'd like that, too. This sure was a nice surprise.
>>27724080
Maybe we could see it as a dream. It's clear that Anon likes her, at least.
As much as I'd love for them to get romantic, it being handled like this would feel out-of-place in a comfy story like this. Don't you think so?
>>27724541
ehh well i certainly wouldnt expect it to happen anytime SOON. sometime after they've declared their love and slowly, awkwardly, adorably moved into the physical, but before AJ has become okay with it. so.. probably wouldnt be still borrowing BM's PJs.
actually i was expecting it to be a dream yeah. that could lead NICELY into things.
>>27721458
>>Willikers
>>27724575
It would be wonderful for the story to go so long, but this trip's already half-way over, as far as the main story seems to be concerned.
>>27724980
right, right. well now that we know his homelife sucks, and they know it too.. surely he'll be finding more excuses to stay there
>>27724980
>Thinking Anon won't just text his mom "ayy can I live with the Apples and work on their farm from now on?"
>Thinking she won't text back (7 hours later) "sure good riddance"
>Thinking he won't become an Apple to the Core if you know what I Bean
>>27725032
If this happened, how did he make the comic?
>>27720002
>The mane flows both ways as if it's human hair.
Didn't the staff try to avoid this in designs when starting production on FIM?
>>27725200
the next page he admits he might not remember it perfectly.
>>27729811
oh lawd, the emotion
That was a noncanon story, but I made it so you could fit it in the story proper is finished, if you wanted (like an optional epilogue). There will be a part two, much better written, not too far in the future.
>>27699935
>She gaily affirms her desire for such, and when the almost blank question passes from his eyes to yours, you haltingly mirror Bloom.
>With paradoxical guile, his image whisks away, the cling-clang of metal locating him in the kitchen.
>The game continues, with sneaky peeks and clever calculations throughout, culminating in a history-setting record of your success by ten whole points.
>Your fortune and talent are rewarded doubly when, midst victory dancing, your nostrils are engulfed by the scent of bacon.
> Eyes wide with joy and beastly avarice, like an archaic Englishman spotting a new and unconquered territory, you spy a morning feast in the giving arms of your male cousin.
>Plates and dishes fall upon the table like manna, and you don’t waste a minute shoveling your blessings upon your own plate.
>With the patience of a dozen saints, you halt your voracious assault just long enough thank God for providence.
>Then, you set upon the plate-placed victims like Cortez on the Aztecs, and with the same result.
>The children of vicious hens, the warriors of a tribe of swine and whatever sausage is are razed, washed down with the precious plunder of monstrous cows.
>This morning, Anon is king of the wild.
>Finishing, a great sigh of contentment bursts forth, signaling your entrance into heaven.
>With your trusty sidekick, you march to the kitchen to cleanse your weapons.
>A fierce scrubbing with rags and towel later, the porcelain shows no trace of the massacre witness, and is placed among its stone brothers for another riskless battle.
> By this time, your hat-clad cousin enters the kitchen, elder in arm.
>You welcome her brightly, sharing your morning joy.
>She wears surprise, then trades for your own happy expression.
Oh, and I'm back.
>>27731714
>Granny is helped to a plate of her own, along with AJ, and they chat happily away at a kitchen table.
>You return to the open arms of Bloom, ready to give her as many losses as she wishes for.
>Dropping yourself into a seat, you narrow your eyes and rubs your hands together, asking her
“Ready to lose some more?”
>She rebuffs you with her tongue, an unanswerable strategy.
>She deals out the cards, and you set your mind to work.
>You think and plan, consider and strategize, filling the air with hmms and ah!s.
>Told to shut up and go on already, you obey the happy order of your cousin, and do so.
>If you had rebelled, you probably would have won.
>But such as it is, you don’t, and mock Bloom’s well-known pout.
>As you begin to deal for the next game, as is the loser’s prerogative, AJ interrupts you.
> “Playing some crib, huh?
“Yup,”
> you mimic Big Mac, but not so overtly as to be insulting.
> “Can you deal me in?”
“Uh… Can I?”
> You pose the query to Bloom, who nods happily.
> “Yeah, three players can go. You just give everyone five cards and put one in the crib.”
>AJ chimes in as she pulls up an equally rickety chair and sits:
> “Yeah, and hands and pegging is done clockwise.”
> “Nuh-uh! It’s counterclockwise!”
>A wrinkly arbiter calls from beyond
> “No, it’s clockwise, dearie.”
> “But that ain’t how ah play with Scootaloo!”
>AJ chuckles, happily bearing the duty of informing her that
> “You an’ her ain’t been doing it right then!”
>>27731722
> You snicker at the retroactive judgment and begin dealing.
>The new style of play throws you for a loop, your previous strategies and considerations imperfectly translating to this new form.
>However, the lessened amount of choice, coming from having five cards instead of six, lower the amount by which you can control the outcome of your hand, and so your cluelessness does not terribly mar your score.
>As you move through the ensuing games, you’re dimly conscious of a new comfort you’ve entered into.
>Your shoulders fall back, your breaths come more easily, and your exuberance is less forced and pretended than it had been the past few days.
>The breakthrough of the previous day, though out of conversation and not likely to re-enter anytime soon, had altered how you were around the Apples.
>You couldn’t quite describe the changes, or even make yourself fully aware of them.
>But through it, you noticed the ease at which you could sit and enjoy the game, and the lack of obstructions that kept you from laughing along with them in that careless manner you saw, mostly in Apple Bloom.
>It was nice.
>You felt good.
>After a handful of Cribbage games, then you moved onto other games.
>Sorry came next, to include Granny and Big Mac.
>You and Apple Bloom teamed up, a pair against the three other colors, but even your combined brilliances failed to snatch victory.
>Three failures in, a double vote called for a new game, to which the three older Apples conceded.
> Monopoly followed, the living room filling with the warmth of familial community.
>>27731731
>Big Mac even seemed to step out of his shell a bit, and you heard his triumphant laugh for the first time when he seized both blue properties.
>Not long afterwards, a stream of ill luck struck you and Granny, leaving you both doubly caught by Boardwalk’s charges.
>Declaring bankruptcy, the two of you retired, watching the gameplay unfold from the sidelines.
>No longer terribly put off by her aged appearance, you fell into a pleasant conversation with her.
>She explained to you the history of Sweet Apple Acres while you sat enraptured.
>After she finishes, you’re awestruck, suddenly aware of the monumental significance of your great-aunt.
>Struggling for a similar story, you pull out some notes on the celebrity of the Oranges in Manehattan.
>Though you do exist at a not-unimpressive place on the Social Register, the boasts ring hollow as you spill them across the air.
>Your listener gracefully provides a captivated pose, though you don’t see how she could be interested when you aren’t.
>Then again, Granny seemed to be genuinely interested in you, as noted from your brief contacts.
>It may have been that her such in interest spread to interest in the specifics of your life for their relation to you, if not due to innate value.
>With a strength bolstered by your recent growth, you decide to trust in Granny’s goodwill, rather than assuming indifference and pretense, as was your habit.
> The next game begins, and you quickly snag a monopoly on the oranges through lucky rolls and a seemingly innocent land-deal with an unobservant AJ.
>>27731741
>Apple Bloom moans as you repeatedly plunder her bank account, the die severely out of favor with her.
>You make it through the minefield of the opposite side of the board, where yellows and reds have all been captured by Apple girls.
>Grabbing a couple greens, you deftly doge the blues and leap onto the next round. Big Mac lands on Park Place,
> and is then blessed by a snake eyes onto Boardwalk, the fastest blue monopoly you’ve ever seen.
>Suddenly, your orange trio is looking less impressive.
>You trade your brown for a light blue of Apple Bloom’s, and both of you fill the first gauntlet with houses and an agreement not to charge each other.
>She immediately lands on Connecticut Avenue, and your head swings to the living room window while you whistle loudly in mock innocence.
>Ignoring AJ’s grumpy stare, you hold your hand out, receive the dice from Apple Bloom, then roll.
>Landing on a soon-bout railroad, you exclaim in mock shock:
“Oh my goodness, Apple Bloom landed on me?
”Well gosh darnit, I oughtta have charged you.
”Oh well, I snooze, I lose!”
>Nobody is impressed, but you get a suppressed fit of giggles from Apple Bloom, well worth your scumbag cahoots.
>>27731750
>It continues to be worth it when AJ meets Apple Bloom, and you jump on her like a loan shark.
>A muttering of unfairness and a couple turns later, you find yourself on Marvin Garden’s, owned and operated by one Miss A. Bloom.
>You gaze into her eyes, pleading for an expected mercy, when you find yourself laughingly rebuffed.
>What?
>But-But-
>Your pleas and references to allegiance are promptly denied, as you’re told that such only refers to the first side of the board, meaning the browns.
>She’s right, but she can’t keep you from grumbling.
>Three passes around go, and you’re king of half the board, owning monopolies on orange, green, light blue, and parts of utilities, red and purple.
>Unfortunately, your only opponent is Bloom, who owns the rest, expect for a Short Line Railroad that, somehow, had never been landed upon.
>The trades are frequent and equal, with you straying below one hundred for a moment, then lifting back up.
>She loses favor with lady luck, and begins a massive unlucky streak, having to sell a good amount of houses.
>But one final shift leads you to a massive vacation on her properties alone, while she alights on the barebones luxury taxes and light blues, when she isn’t on her own properties.
>Once you mortgage your first light blue, the end comes quickly, the failures rising in exponents.
>Wishing to take your attention of your catastrophic failure, you lend your gaze you the girl who beat you
>She sits beside you, on her bare knees.
>At victories she bounces, and failures she narrows her eyes, like a soldier vowing to succeed at the next battle.
>>27731753
>And when you finally land on Boardwalk, naught but 10$ in your pockets, she leaps up in the air, swinging her arms in the air.
>The picture of pure joy seems to levitate, eyes closed and mouth open in a cry of bliss, the beloved cousin defeated at last.
>Her buoyant, curly hair follows her body just a tad too late.
>Rising after she’s airborne, and turning mid-air to fall only after her descent is completely.
>The rosy cascade blankets her shoulders once more, the spotless skin covered by the luscious tangle of long, wavy curls.
> The five of you move onto Pirate’s cove, where the aim is fame.
>You fight with cannons and men (the lowest number determining the number of die rolled in attack) and go first based on sails;
> you win fame on victory, and lose a turn on loss.
>Treasure stored in the hull and needing a dedicated turn to turn it into fame, and earning gold to buy the others or to turn it into fame along with treasure.
>Six different places to travel to hold different rewards for travel and different commodities to buy
> (all four aspects, then special fighting cards, then Treasure Island, where the burying occurs).
>Everyone chooses where to go and reveals it at once, fighting somebody if they end up at the same place (except Treasure Island).
>A legendary NPC pirate also makes the rounds, to be avoided or fought along with others.
>The game starts off well for you, nabbing an early lead.
>>27731761
>AJ beats you and Granny in a battle, but you’re just barely behind her.
>But as the third turn comes around, Apple Bloom darts up.
> “Oh no! Ah was supposed to meet Scootaloo ten minutes ago!”
>AJ, always helpful, gets up and hustles over to the car, the room suddenly devoid of the two Apple girls.
>You’d like to pretend you were just as happy as before, but the company of Big Mac and Granny can’t compare to you and your wonderful cousins.
>Still, Big Mac was your cousin too, and you can’t see any reason to give up trying to enjoy being with them.
>Family was family, right?
>Rejecting the thin grip of dysphoria, you take on an active role, pushing AJ and Apple Bloom’s pieces off the board.
>You act as if the game were always holding three players, and the game continues as normally.
> As the game unfolds, you start to glimpse a different side of the two lesser known Apples.
>Granny does well, building up a powerful ship, as per the instructions;
> there’s no doubt she could take any fight with you or Big Mac alone, and maybe the both of you.
>And the way she stares at your ships and the locations to go, she ought to be raiding you left and right.
>She gazes at both, not with the vacant stare of a lifeless elder, but with a subtle cunning, like a chess master who avoids all boasting but that of their winning move.
>Yet you never fight her.
>She always goes to the places neither you nor Big Mac is at, even when she profits less.
>The only time you meet is at Treasure Island, where there is no fighting.
>Her score is lagging, and an untrained eye might assume the explanation of a doddering old lady who lucked into a good ship.
>But you know better.
>>27731714
you're having a lot of fun i can tell
>>27731761
wow, continuing to play after monopoly. that usually wears most folk out
>>27654953
>The only thing you could hear was the gentle, eased breaths of your dear friend, whom was laying next to you.
>From that side, you could only feel a light warmth gently kissing your bare skin
>This was your only source of heat in the cold of the night
>Tilting your head, time seemed to slow as your gaze fell upon your so called 'friend'
>Greeting you, was the gentle, orange-eyed gaze of your friend
>Your eyes seemed to naturally gravitate towards hers, and then, silence seemed to follow
>Time completely stopped
>For what seemed like hours, you peered into her gaze
>Into her thoughts, her deepest intimacies
>Her desires
>She was revealing herself to you, and well...
>You didn't know how to react.
>Snapping you out of your little trance, you felt the warm, light touch of a human hand gently entangle itself around yours
>You could feel a deep, intimate heat flushing through you
>Especially in your face.
>Eyes slowly widening, you'd let out a shaky exhale, your lips parting to say something
>Until...
>She leaned in once more.
>Time would seem to slow once more as a pair of rosey red lips caressed your cheek.
>They seemed to linger there, never leaving your flushed cheeks
>Letting out a shakey breath, you'd pause for a moment, before breathing in
>She had a light flowery scent to her
>As if she had been rolling around in a garden...
>Now that you think about it, she probably was.
>Pulling away, that same flowery scent would be robbed of you, your nostrils instead being assaulted by the cold night time air
>Yet, you felt warm;
>Warmer than before.
>Peering back up in her gaze, a slow, bashful smile would curve along your lips
>This was the life.
>>27731781
This day's a lot of fun so far. Really enjoying it.
>>27732017
I love it
>>27732017
I like this.
>>27732693
would nom on those small boobies.
>>27734058
makin cookies?
>>27735790
Bet she'd be good at making treats like that. She'd make for a convinient wife.
>>27736528
i need this in my morning
>>27736721
she didnt do well in pinkie's kitchen as i recall.. or am i remembering wrong
>>27737163
You're right, but she seemed to do well in OYM before she got discouraged over her loneliness and left. >>27656268.
That along with the fact that she's an Apple makes me think she at least isn't bad at it, and may be comparable to AJ's talent when she's older. Food's what they do.
>>27737250
either way i'm happy to cook. she just has to eat it
>>27731781
>The whole game, she’s been chatting away with you and Big Mac, drawing just the threads of conversation out of him, and eagerly listening to the stories you reveal.
>She’s not in this to win;
> she’s in this for the two of you.
>Sure, she grins gleefully at the united attacks against the NPCs and gaining fame, but her purpose here is not a personal victory.
>You chuckle to yourself, happy at your victory over her mystery.
>An interested look of hers failing to discover your realization of her aim.
>You could see where AJ and Apple Bloom get their charity.
>A barely deserved first place falls into your hands, due to Big Mac dying at the last minute, and failing to bury his treasure as a result.
>He shoulda won, you think to yourself.
> You set the next game up, this time adding two NPC pirates in, due to the lower number of players.
>Watching Big Mac, now the only major threat to your victory, warrants another couple insights.
>He plays simply, in almost a dumb fashion:
> where he needs to go, he goes.
>He pays little attention to the revolving NPCs or you, and ends up in a lot of fights as a result.
>Thing is, he isn’t losing.
>He wins more than his fair share of fights, and you find yourself avoiding him, not unlike Granny.
>He doesn’t seem like the brightest guy, and you’re about to chalk it up to luck when you find exceptions.
>Twice, there’s one thing he needs, but instead he goes to someplace else, ending up in a fight with you or Granny, where he wins both times.
>You’d think it was clever tactics, working around your expectations, but he then spends all his money on useless stuff.
>>27737590
>So he either gets lucky, or is using high-cost, high-reward strategies.
>Another small exception was when, out of cockiness, you ask him where he’s gonna go, so you can attack him
> (you’ve got a better ship than him at this point).
>He tells you he’s gonna fight one of the NPCs and asks you to join him; figuring the idea as good, you go there.
>But he doesn’t.
>One severe butt-kicking later, half of your treasure is lost, your ship broken, and your lead drops off.
>Worse yet, AJ returns, Bloomless, just as you get your butt handed to you.
>Her first sight of your advanced playing not one you’d like.
>She laughs and sits beside you, Apple Bloom’s spot, and you turn your thoughts back to Big Mac.
>As you try to reconcile these exceptions with Big Mac, you come across a middle-ground between what you’ve thought.
>Maybe he wasn’t doing carefully calculated high-costing strategies, and maybe he wasn’t dumb;
> maybe he was a clever guy who just wasn’t fully in the game.
>The explanation seemed to fit with what you know of Big Mac’s reaction to his parents dying, and his somewhat clever feints.
>It’s not solid, but you decide to keep an eye on Big Mac, if only to solve a mystery.
>The round concludes with united assault against both NPCs, the boatload of fame resulting from such netting Big Mac a victory, just a sliver ahead of you.
> You yawn and stand up, declaring your weariness from games.
>Man, what time even was it?
>Geez, 2:00, really?
>You’d been playing board games for almost five hours straight.
>You guess they’re long games, but still.
>Wow.
>Granny asks you to help with making lunch today, and you happily accept.
>>27737601
>AJ follows, but Granny assures her this is a two-person job.
>Or rather, a one-and-a-half-person job, seeing as she’s just gonna be providing verbal help.
>Granny’s eyes follow her as she exits, then shift to you.
> “So,”
> she asks,
> “what’s for lunch?”
>You pause, thinking that her question belongs in your mouth, not hers.
“Huh?”
> “Well, you’re making lunch, today. I was wondering what you’re gonna make for us.”
>You’re starting to get it.
>You’re starting to smell what she’s cooking.
>You’re starting to pick up what she’s putting down.
> “You’ve cooked haven’t ya? Even sandwiches are okay, dearie.”
“So I’m gonna come up with something and make it?”
>She grins and nods once,
> “And I’m gonna point out ingredients.”
“Ah. Okay, gimme a second.”
>You furrow your brow, a technique known to increase mental productivity and efficacy.
>You’ve made a lot of meals over the years, so you have some preparation for this.
>Oh!
>You’ve got it!
“Ok, I’m gonna need six cans of clams, a cup of oil, minced garlic, a bit of parsley, some green onions, and noodles.”
>She directs you to them, and you start your work.
>Water in the pot, set to boil.
>Mince the garlic and chop the green onions.
>Dump that into some oil in a pan, and set it to mid-high.
>Once the garlic starts browning, dump the cans of clams in, water and all.
>Stir, lightly, then wait for most of the water to boil off.
>You lean up against the counter and breathe out, the tasks wearing you out due to their number, if not their difficulty.
>>27737632
>Meanwhile, Granny has sat down on a chair in the kitchen, pleasantly smiling and making light conversation while you work after her directions are made complete.
>She asks you how you’re doing upstairs, what your plans are for the rest of summer, and how her nephew and niece are doing.
>You pause at that, holding back a scowl, but you think she notices you discomfort.
> “Not getting along, are you?”
>You sigh, your expression drenched with pain.
>It’s not like she oughtn’t ask this, it wasn’t rude or anything.
>You just don’t know how to answer it.
>You look to the clam mix for help, and it’s perfection offers an exit.
“Uh, food’s ready. Would you mind getting them?”
>She smiles, the understanding look seeming more geared to your avoidance than your question.
> “Of course. I think they’re still playing games.”
>She enters the living room and informs them of the upcoming meal.
>Immediately they march past you to retrieve plates, glasses, and silverware.
>The table set, you tell them that the meal is clam pasta; take some noodles, cover it with the mix, and that’s it.
> “Sauce seems a bit thin, and more clams than sauce.”
>AJ remarks, not having seen the meal before.
“That’s how it’s supposed to be; you don’t need a ton, either. A little bit goes a ways.”
>She nods and helps herself, followed by the rest of you.
>You clasp hands and say grace, though you’re slightly distracted.
>At the touch of Granny’s and AJ’s hands, you recall that you’ve been holding Apple Bloom’s hand for the previous dinners.
>>27737601
how do you even brain so much
>>27737632
... granny smith keeps six cans of clams in the house?
>>27737851
You dont?
>>27737649
>You miss that now.
>You try to stop yourself, thinking that it’s kind of weird to be missing someone gone for only a couple hours, and besides, you’d have to get used to missing her anyways.
>That makes you sadder, and you push thoughts of post-vacation summer away.
>Still.
>You wish she was here to taste your meal.
>Maybe it was weird, but you wanted her to tell you it was good.
>For the moment, however, you’d have to suffice with the compliments of the present Apples.
> “Anon, this is really good.”
> “Eeyup.”
> “Yeah, thanks for making it.”
>You thank them, genuinely grateful for the compliments.
>You’d like to think that you’d be able to handle it if you had to cook for a girl, and this was as good an affirmation as any.
>AJ then asks you, in a tone that betrayed it being on her mind for some time:
> “So, what are your plans for summer?”
“Me? Oh, uh, I don’t know. I’m supposed to find a job, so I can be set up for after I graduate.”
>You add, with distaste:
“My dad was gonna set me up at the firm, get me an internship or something. To be honest, I don’t really want to.”
>Granny appears more attentive at this last bit, more so than the usual interest she displays.
> “You don’t like that kinda work?”
> she asks.
“Not at all. It’s so boring, and seems so purposeless. Like, what’s even the point, you know?”
>>27739346
>The two ladies at the table nod slowly, the AJ seems to pick up where Granny left off.
> “So what kind of work are you looking for?”
“I don’t know, something more physical, hopefully. Ooh!”
>Your eyes open wide as you recall one pleasant experience from long ago
“I wanna work with cars. My best friend, Steven, I told you about him, right?
“Well, his dad’s a mechanic, and he let me help out a couple times. That was so much fun!
“I’ve done a little work on my car, just tune-ups here and there, but man I’d kill to do that for a living.”
>Your blissful gaze rests above any of the conversationalists, set on a glowing memory.
> “Didn’t know you liked cars so much,”
> mumbles Big Mac.
“Well, it’s not cars so much as what’s in them. All those parts, working together to push tons and tons of metal at huge speeds…
“I mean, how is that not incredible?”
>Your mechanical affections subside, and you return to the subject at hand.
“So I’ll see if he can get me something like that. If not, I’ll look for something that has to do with machinery, maybe something in engineering.
“If I can’t get an internship or job like that, then I’ll do the internship with my dad.”
>You end on a lower note and a mournful face.
>AJ and Granny look at each other with unreadable expressions.
>Then AJ speaks of her own plans for the summer, working at Sweet Apple Acres.
>You don’t observe her fixed attention on you, instead listening happily to the sound of her own future.
>The dinner goes on as such, questions of futures and interests abounding, until you’ve had your fill.
>You’re excused without dish-duty, and thanked for preparing the meal.
>Retiring to your room, you fall on your bed, resorting to your good old Gameboy for entertainment.
>After all the strategizing and heavy conversations about your future, you needed some mindless fun.
>>27739351
> The bright LED screen transports you into the early evening, sun partly through its descent.
>The sky still burns yellow on your bed, warming your skin. Sleepiness seeps into you, weighing your body down.
>Just as your eyes are about to shut from the gravity of your eyelids, your door slams open.
>Having too little energy to look up at your guest, you settle for listening.
>Short, light stomps declare the entrance of an angry Apple Bloom.
>Valuing the sight of her, both in general and for the purpose of consolation, your drag your heavy head to a place where you may see her.
>Upon engaging the Sisyphean task of upholding your eyelids, you spy her standing before your bed, armed with a grim pout and two fists.
>Your chest feels crushed at the sight of her pained expression, a tight clenching of your stomach.
>Your left arm is thrusted out, the opening space below it an invitation to lie with you.
>She accepts your invitation, sinking into the soft blankets.
>She squirms into you, left arm resting over your stomach and head nestling into your chest.
>Her knees bend to keep themselves from falling over the bed, and touch your own legs.
>Your free arm rises and passes your body, its hand resting on her head, then softly stroking the thick ruffles of crimson.
>She doesn’t cry, but the stuffy silence tells you all you need to know; she’s not okay.
>Minutes of your gentle caressing pass before you hazard a soft question:
“What’s wrong?”
>A short, unhappy grunt precedes her burying her head even further into your chest, slightly shaking her head from left to right.
>Guess she doesn’t want to say.
>>27739458
>You share her sigh and let your head fall back, staring at the ceiling above.
>But your tender touch barely resumes before she tilts her head up, enabling her sad amber eyes to pierce your heart again.
> “Diamond Tiara.”
>You know that name.
>You’d heard her tell you about that bully from her school at the pool.
>The evidence of the bullying brings your stomach to a tighter clench, and your hands to slowly formed fists.
>But your burgeoning desire for comeuppance does not overcome your concern, and with wide eyes you ask her what she’d done.
> “She always ruins
>–*sniff*-
>”everything. Me an’ the other Crusaders were walkin’ around the mall when she came up and started makin’ fun of us.
>”She said that we were losers, and ain’t ever gonna get boyfriends.
>”She said that nobody’d ever love a t-trashy punk, a girl that ain’t half as pretty as her older sister, an some h-hick like me.”
>Her words catch a few times, and she has to compose herself several times before she continues.
>“I told her to shut up, but she asked us if any of us had ever been on a date. I didn’t even know we were s’posed to be doing that!
>”Sweetie started trying explain why none of us had ever been asked out, but Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon just laughed at us and walked away.”
>Immediately you hug her tightly, as if to squeeze out the hurt.
>You keep silent for a minute, not wanting to speak right away.
“Bloom, you know she was just bein’ mean, right? You girls are beautiful, especially you.”
>>27739351
wasnt it a DS before?
also, eee, starting to imagine a future for anon..
>>27739458
yeah i'm pretty sure gameboy never had a backlit screen..
I love how the nightly ritual always seems to involve a lot of pre-sleep bed-lying time. gives good opportunity for bloomcuddles.
>>27739465
that is the right thing to tell her. hot damn i like this story.
>>27741000
Yeah, I'm excited for this scene. I think it'll be real sweet.
>>27741000
checked
And I thought the whole title was a Gameboy DS. I guess I'm just a huge old man.
Also, it's only like 5pm. There's still plenty of day left.
>>27741941
>I thought the whole title was a Gameboy DS
No.But the original had an extra slot to play GBA games.
>>27741941
in your defense i'm pretty sure it was originally going to be called gameboy-something. gamesystem naming is a hell of a thing. you want to keep familiar branding but also distinguish each generation from the previous. apparently a lot of people didnt buy a wiiu because they thought it was just an upgrade of the wii, like the kinect
>>27739465
daww
>>27654953
i would bash the skulls of all three of them and have sex with their dead bodies
I wouldn't be able to stop myself from spending all of my time and money on these fillies. They would own me.
>>27744894
found the ponychan poster
Slow day.
>>27747317
that's fine with me, i'm enjoying the slow burn and the way the threads arent just burning out
>>27747340
I'm surprised we haven't died yet. But yeah, the pace of these are nice
>>27747340
>>27747579
That's good. So long as others are enjoying it and we get to keep going, it's fine. I'm just glad to have somewhere to share my Blooms.
>>27748432
what kinda music do you think our applebloom likes? she's a weird dichotomy being a farmgirl who doesnt really wanna be exactly like the rest of her family but at the same time apples not far from trees etc
>>27748532
We know she's a big fan of at least a couple of famous pop stars, based on For Whom the Sweetie Belle Tolls and The Mane Attraction, and she's sang a few different sorts throughout the series, from the CMC theme at the talent show to Apples to the Core. I think she has an appreciation for music in general.
Personally, I like to imagine she likes optimistic folk (punk) music. I believe that fits your point about her, where it's kind of close to country, but not really.
>>27749435
>Two shooting stars in the background.
The little things.
>>27753091
what'd they see that's so cute?
>>27753869
you
>>27754089
but I'm not cute..
>>27754135
now that is a lie if I have ever seen one
>>27739465
>At this, you lift up her chin, forcing her enchanting eyes to look into yours.
“I bet you could get any guy in this town, easy as that.”
>You snap your fingers, illustrating your point.
> “Y-you really think so?”
>The watery eyes fix on you, your next words the foundation of her next mood.
“I absolutely do.”
>You wonder for a moment, unsure of whether you should leave the testament simple, or explain it.
>The former has more raw strength, but the latter can better bolster her confidence in the proposition once she’s set upon by doubts.
>You go the latter route, wanting both to give her reasons to believe you and to verbalize your appreciation for the beauty on your chest.
>Drawing on every poetic lesson you’ve learned, you set yourself to the task of describing the small goddess.
“I mean, first, your hair is incredible. I’ve never seen a natural crimson like yours, which changes so much by the light it’s under. The darker hues indoors, the brighter rosiness in the light; it’s like the colors of the evening sky, when the sinking sun paints the sky every red it can think of.
“Your eyes are enchanting, like drops of gold, or two gilded plates too priceless to ever use. Every time I see them, it’s like I’m teetering off the cliff, about to fall headfirst into them.
“Your skin is the most perfect tan, the kind that all the city girls dream about.
“You’ve got the cute kind of freckles, the kind that perfectly accent your eyes and cheeks.
“You’re thin without looking sick, and short without looking like a midget.
“Trust me Apple Bloom, you are, hands down, the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met.”
>You finish your short list with a kiss on her forehead, slightly longer than it needs to be.
>>27754944
>Her rapt attention is halted when she closes her eyes at your lips’ touch, but her growing blush stays strong.
>She smiles, but it falters, a streak of unhappiness dashing her attempts to free herself from the bully’s words.
> “D-do you really think all that?”
“I do.”
> “Then why doesn’t anybody ask me out?”
>The question throws you; you don’t know enough about the town to give a good answer.
>You pause, long enough for her frown to deepen. The sight whips you into gear, setting your mind alight.
>You race for an answer from your inadequate knowledge, something to satisfy her insecurity.
>Then, a thought arises.
>A question to ask, a wish disguised as a distraction.
>It’s a wild idea, something every inch of prudence rebels against.
>But the allure of the question’s success captures you, and before you know it, it falls from your lips.
“Apple Bloom, would you go out with me?”
>Her eyes are the size of dinner plates, cheeks burning bright red.
>She makes no other movements, nothing to encourage or discourage you.
> “W-what?”
>Too late to go back now, not that you would.
>You push on, hoping to either get a yes or make damage control easier.
>>27754958
>Your tone is easy and light, but your stomach is tight with the fear of rejection.
>Your heart races, while you try to avoid knowing how much you want this.
“Let me take you out on a date.
“We’ll go out for dinner and movies, maybe some ice cream or something, and then you can tell Diamond Tiara that you did go on a date.
“With an incredibly handsome man at that.”
>She doesn’t chuckle your joke, retaining the same wide-eyed look as before.
>Burrowing her face once more into the space between your arm and chest, only her eyes are visible, still peeking out at you.
>You can barely hear her muffled question:
> “You really wanna go on a date with me?”
>You smile and nod your head, feeling an imminent victory.
>She closes her eyes, and you hear a very suppressed squee.
>Her eyes open once again, as do her lips, revealing a beautiful smile.
> “Ah’ll go get dressed!”
>And with that, she leaps up and sprints to her room.
>You’re a little struck, not having thought of when you’d do it, and certainly not thinking it would be immediate.
>Apple Bloom was definitely more into this than you’d hoped.
>Grinning, you glance over to the alarm clock. 5:30.
>Guess this was as good a time as any.
>You continue sitting on your bed, your mind hesitantly searching for your true motivations for this.
>Not finding an answer, partially due to your own fear of finding the answer, you stand up and turn your thoughts to those of preparation.
>>27754973
> Tense legs ferry you to your dresser, and you open the few drawers you occupy.
>Your search is stopped halfway when you remember the clothes you’d packed.
>Everything was casual, save for one suit you packed, on your mother’s warning that you might be expected to go to church.
>Shaking your head, your mother exits your thoughts, and you pull out the suit. A solid black coat and pants, made thin and light for the warmer months;
> the color wasn’t particularly suited for the sun, but still, it’d be bearable.
>It’d been tailored to suit you, one of the few benefits of the wealthy family you had, and fit perfectly.
>A clean white shirt, and a plain red tie to add a bit of color.
>You had to admit, this was definitely your favorite suit.
>You strip off your T-shirt and jeans, replacing it with the comfortable cloth.
>Then buttoning all but the lowest, you smooth the shirt and coat down.
>Hmm.
>There’s a couple creases on it, probably from being folded and jammed into a suitcase.
>Well, you’ll go check it out in the mirror; you need one to make sure your tie looks right anyway.
>After that mishap at your junior prom, you make darn sure that you check your tie every time.
>Heading down to the bathroom, your eyes linger on Bloom’s door, your mind filled with visions of your future date.
>You enter the bathroom, greeted with an awful sight.
>Your jacket and pants are filled with creased lines, jagged and straight.
>Goodness knows how a simple suitcase ride screwed your suit up so badly, but you look atrocious.
>You hurry over to AJ’s room, the closest Apple, and ask her where the ironing board is.
> “Why y’all needing that? And why are you wearing that suit?”
“Gonna go on a date with Apple Bloom.”
>>27754958
oh hell yes
>>27755224
Care to run that by me again, sugarcube...
This is good.
>>27754982
What a cliffhanger.
>>27755552
they are dating and that is good and great. and anon isn't acting awkward so the other apples wont think it's weird.
>>27760295
i wanna be herself. something something you are what you eat etc.
>>27760921
yeah i may not have put that very well
i just meant i want to become one with her via sexual activities in which her pleasure is put first at all times.
Guys I need help. Where do you take Apple Bloom out to eat? Where does she want to eat?
>>27761001
hmm. steakhouse?
>>27761001
CREPES. a thousand times crepes.
then some P.F. Flank's
>>27761001
Where else?Applebees.
>>27761103
pfff back before they switched to nothing but reheated frozen stuff
>>27761850
>that scrunched-up nose
>when she picks up a whiff of your musk
Not CMC, but Dinky a cute
>>27762174
they both are
noodles.
>>27762425
what if you could still have culturally distinct portrayals of asians in cartoons like in the old days? would we have noodlejack and noodlebloom who work at sweet and sour noodle acres? with nai-nai running a laundromat on the side?
>>27762450
Ha. Well, it's a thought. I'd watch it.
>>27754982
> Like the question that started all of this, the explanation comes out of your mouth before you think.
>Her slight frown tells you your honesty might not have been so prudent.
>You chuckle inwardly, realizing that these people may have been rubbing off on you;
> you never would’ve been so careless before. But you retain some of your mindfulness, and hastily explain:
“She was getting teased about never going on a date, so I figured this oughtta cheer her up.
“Besides, I thought it’d be fun to hang with, just me and her.”
>It’s the truth, if not all of it. AJ’s eyes soften, and she nods.
> “Well, that’s real nice of you. I can tell you’ve been getting close to her, and I’m glad she’s got another friend who can help her out every once in a while.
>”Same goes for you.”
>She smiles, happy at the connection between an Orange and an Apple.
>You wonder at her simplistic view, her easy acceptance of the date;
> but it’s too your advantage, so you don’t pay it too much thought.
>As long as you can go on this date, you could care less about the means.
>“So what’re ya gonna do?”
“Eh, get some dinner, then go see a movie.”
>You pause:
“This town does have a movie theatre, right?”
>She laughs at you, placing her hand on your shoulder.
> “Course we do! This town ain’t that small!”
“Cool, cool. So, about that iron…”
>She looks down at your suit and purses her lips.
> “Yeah, you’re definitely gonna need that. C’mon, I’ll show you where it is.”
>As she leads you to a closet and produces the tools from within, you realize there’s one more thing you need.
“Hey, can I borrow the truck?”
>She looks up thoughtfully, then shakes her head.
> “That’s Big Mac’s, and you’d have to ask him.
>But Granny’s got an old Caddy in the garage if you wanna use that.”
>She grins coyly at you, midway through setting up the ironing board:
>>27763794
>“Me, Ah’d prefer getting taken out in that one.”
“No sh-way! What kind?”
> “1987 Fleetwood Brougham, V8, painted grey with a navy blue interior.”
>Sounds familiar…
“That’s the one that’s real long, right? Like, a foot longer than most of the others?”
> “Sure is. An’ it’s got an Astroroof too.”
“… an Astroroof? Like a sunroof?”
> “Yup. I think it’s cause it’s bigger. Or they just wanted a fancier name for it. One a’ the two.”
>You laugh, then thank her for showing you where the iron and ironing board were.
>You realize you can’t wear the clothes you want to iron, and set back to your room to redress.
>As you turn and head back to your room, she asks you:
> “Well, aren’tcha gonna use it?”
“Not unless you want me to strip down to my underwear in front of you,”
> you retort, sending a red flush into her cheeks.
> “Nah, I think I’m good there.”
>You head into your room, change back into your casual clothes, and sling your formalwear onto your arm.
>As you’re passing Bloom’s room for the third time, you notice the door slightly ajar.
>Two female voices converse within, and you head right on, not wanting to eavesdrop.
>Still, your ears are perked, straining to hear what they’re speaking about.
>You think you hear the word “handsome,” and grin, choosing to believe you heard right.
> Your bare feet tread the carpeted floor along the way to the iron, set up far from your room.
>Your pace is easy, relaxed, as you’ve learned to make it. But another story is told by your less-voluntary portion: > your heart beats to the rapid cadence of power metal, while your lungs suck in air as if it were going out of style.
>Trying to get ahold of yourself, you attempt to slow down your breaths and heart rate, to a moderate amount of success.
>But you couldn’t deny it: you were excited.
>>27763804
>Reaching your tools, your drop the coat onto the ironing board and set to work, working long strokes down the sleeves and body.
>You move it around, making sure you see it from multiple perspectives, so as not to miss anything.
>Once it looks sleek and flat, you drape it over your shoulders, savoring the sauna-like heat melting your shoulders and back.
>The pants rise and fall on the table, followed by the shirt, both receiving the same treatment.
>Then it’s back to the bathroom, fingers crossed for a better looking image than before.
>You undress, then pull on the still warm pants and shirt, followed by the coat.
>Oh yeah, you’re looking good.
>Next step is the tie. Just as you pull your collar up and place it on your neck, where it hangs down both sides, the door bursts open.
>It’s Apple Bloom.
> Your complaint over the intrusion is stopped in your throat; gulping, you gaze entranced at the stunning model in the doorway.
>She’s wearing a long, black dress, with red accents over a mesmerizing pattern flowing down both of her sides.
>The linings on the neckline and cuffs are frilly, like a fancy lingerie, with patterns resembling those on her side.
>Horizontal black lines, so minute that they look almost like grooves in the material, separate the upper chest from the midsection, and such from her hips.
>Vertical lines cross down the lower half, extending to the bottom, which lies just below her mid-thigh.
>The lining of this is the same frilly form as that on the neckline and cuffs, but twice as long, the pattern visible on her delicate knees.
>She wears a small red coat, ending just beneath her pronounced chest, with sleeves barely reaching past her elbows.
>Her feet are barefoot and her face unpainted, clearly having yet to receive treatment.
> “Oh, sorry, didn’t know you were in here.”
>She cocks her head.
>“Why are you in here? Do you wear makeup too?”
>>27763826
>Her tone says she’s joking, so you refrain from mentioning your punk rock phase.
“Just making sure my suit’s fine, an’ my tie’s done right.”
>You look her in the eye, exuding seriousness.
“You don’t want a badly tied tie; it’d put you in a bind.”
>She leans back, looking you up and down.
> “Riiight. Well, you’ll be happy to know that that suit is indeed fine.”
>She looks to the mirror, mumbling to herself,
>“F-I-N-E fine.”
>You smile and turn to the mirror, catching her reflected gaze.
>She looks away, her cheeks supplying the rouge.
>Bringing your attention to your tie, you miss her captured stare, following you throughout the whole process.
>As you pull the larger end through the knot and tighten it up, her body unfreezes.
>You shake the knot a few times to test the comfortability, then, satisfied, pull your collar back down over it.
>The top buttons get buttoned, and you’re ready to go.
>Stepping back, both you and Apple Bloom check you out in the mirror, and reach a positive conclusion.
>Her lipstick stays an inch from her face, arm stuck while she holds your image in her eyes.
“Alright, I’ll be hanging out in my room whenever you’re ready.”
>She blinks out of her open-mouthed watch, then murmurs a rapid
> “K.”
>Just as you’re leaving, you lean back in, looking at her partly made-up face.
>For the third time in just a handful of minutes, her hand freezes in mid-air as she responds to your attention.
“By the way, you look great,”
> you flirt in a low voice, and exit before she can react.
>Ok, let’s go through that checklist:
>Clothes: check.
>Compliment: check.
>Money; you check your back pocket.
>Not finding it, you realize your failure to transfer it, and retrieve it from the back pocket of the jeans in your arms and make sure you’ve got cash.
>You do, and you put it into your current back pocket.
>Check.
>Ride?
>>27763839
>You make it to your room, drop off the clothes you’d just changed out of, and make your way to Granny’s room.
>The door creaks open, revealing a content-looking matron lazily knitting.
>She’s in a rocking chair covered in complex patterns, reminding you of the pulpit of a cathedral you’d visited whilst in Europe.
>You almost leave her alone, not wanting to interrupt for peaceful sway.
“Granny?”
>She peers up at you, her kind face looking like one of those old saints you’ve read about.
>Her gracious smile seems to encompass you. You hadn’t noticed until now just how far she’d been from your idea of her:
> the image of the hateful, bigoted old lady was so unlike her, you could barely believe you’d expected it at all.
> “What can I do for you, dear?”
“I’m taking Apple Bloom out for some food and to see a movie; AJ said you had a car I could borrow?”
> “Is that so? Well, that sounds awfully nice.”
>You can barely comprehend the sincerity; it’s undeniable sure, but you can’t imagine your friends, or you for that matter, uttering the same sentence with sincerity.
>She continues rocking, ever so slightly, in that ancient wooden chair.
>“Yes, I do. Barely used it since the accident, all those years ago.”
>Her eyes glaze over, revisiting that tragedy.
>You heart aches for your ancestor, wishing something could be done to fill the kind of gap that can’t ever be filled.
>Her pause ends, though your ache doesn’t:
> “Ah guess it could use some lovin’, and you seem like the one to do it.
>”You’ll find the keys with the others, on the rack in the kitchen. Can’t miss ‘em.”
>You smile gratefully at her.
“Thanks Granny,”
> you reply, then exit into the hallway.
>Traveling to the kitchen now, you see a rack with four sets of keys, one pair catching your eye.
>They’re smaller than the others, and noticeable thinner; but more than these, they look as if they’re covered in gold.
>>27763850
>It’s partly chipped or peeled off, obviously never being that thick, but you know that these keys were once encased in a tiny layer of gold.
>There’s two main keys, one square and one circular, as well as a much smaller, less ornamental one.
>You don’t remember that much about Cadillacs of this year, but you can tell the last is a gas tank key; the others are for the door and ignition, though you can’t remember which is which.
>Eh, you’ll figure it out.
>You drop them in your pocket, then go through your list: clothes, money, and transportation.
>Yup, all good.
>Heading back to your room, you remember the thinness of your plan: you don’t know where you’ll eat.
>It won’t look suave at all if you just drive around without a plan.
>You turn on your heel, and direct yourself towards AJ’s room.
>A flash of black and red disappears in a shutting door opposite you, probably Apple Bloom having finished her makeup.
“AJ, I need some help.”
> “What’s up?”
“I don’t know where to go to eat, or what movie to watch.”
>She touches her chin with her pointer finger, and looks up, thinking.
> “Let’s see... there’s Hey Burger, Ah know she likes that. Red Lobster, if you’re itchin’ for something real fancy. Oh, and Graze; they’ve got some real nice sandwiches there, especially the Sexy Time.”
>She narrows her eyes before you raise your eyebrows, apparently expecting that reaction.
>“It’s a sandwich, that’s it. Move on.”
“Sounds like you got teased about that.”
> “For days.”
>She rolls her eyes, an exasperated sigh confirming who it is.
“Apple Bloom?”
“Gee, how’d ya guess that one?
>Anyway, only good ones out now are Independence Day, the second one, and Finding Dory.
>Ah think there’s a civil war one –not the Captain America kind- and some other ones, but I’d go with one of those first two.”
>>27763861
“Finding Dory sounds good. The first one was pretty rad.”
> “Yeah, Ah thought so too. Uh…”
> she pulls out her phone, clicking away:
>“Ok, show times are 7:30 and 8:45.”
“Ok, thanks.”
>You don’t mean to rush out of there, but Apple Bloom’s waiting.
>”Anon, wait.”
>For the first time this evening, your heart stills, and leadenly drops into your stomach
>You freeze a smile on your face, hoping not to show the worry that flows through your every inch
“Sup?”
>”You’re sure this is just for fun? This ain’t you tryin’ to get.. Ah dunno, closer to Apple Bloom, or anything like that?”
>Ok, her face looks only moderately concerned, slightly apologetic, probably from the accusation.
>Think, Anon, think.
>What do you say?
>Best guess: press on that guilt, give her the same answer
“Yeah, I AM trying to get closer to Apple Bloom. She’s my cousin, and right now, just about the best friend I have. She looked unhappy, and I thought I could repay her, if just a small amount, for everything she’s done for me. She reached out to me, and now I’m reaching out to her.”
>This first part comes out a little snappy, but it wouldn’t work any other way.
“AJ, I’m not trying to court your sister; I’m just being a friend when she needs one. Just like you and Bloom were to me.”
>This comes out sweeter, a kinder plea, which serves the double function of finishing your explanation on a positive note and assuaging your guilt for playing on AJ’s own.
>The firm response and the gentle follow up both serve to draw out the apology written in her face
>After a moment, she verbalizes the expression
>”Yeah, I’m sorry about that. I just get kinda protective about Apple Bloom, as I’m sure you’ve noticed.”
>“It’s fine,” you reply, a heavy weight lifted off your chest.
>>27763804
>not replyin' "wouldn't bother me none"
AJ loses the anonbowl. it's like she's not even trying
>>27763826
>no shoes or makeup
you're fine just like that, bloom!
>>27763850
hmm, hope it's been well maintained. wouldn't want it conveniently breaking down, stranding the two of you alone somewhere..
>>27763861
whoa, this story takes place in the PRESENT, yet it was started weeks ago! spooky
>>27763874
'rad' is not the word I would use..
>not trying to court
not yeeettt..
good shit, staygandkidneypie.
>>27763861
Good suggestions. I'd go for Graze. I still think ice cream with Bloom later would be real nice, too.
>>27764378
>not yet
Sure he is. Just has to be careful with words right now.
I hope she is treated with fully genuine affection, anyway, and that just cheering her up is only an excuse. It would be terrible to toy with her sweet heart.
>>27765361
well you gotta be friends first. cant have romance without a solid underlying friendship
>The CMC drag anon to a secluded nude beach
>>27767481
>sandals
what are you doing, sweetie? people don't even wear those on regular beaches.
>>27767481
dats kinda cute
>>27767084
Sure. I just think the thought of asking her out and getting her all excited, then treating it as just two pals hanging out so AJ doesn't get worried feels wrong. Bloom's feelings should be the most important thing.
I don't doubt that whatever happens will be handled in a pleasing way, anyway.
>>27763839
>bloom freezing up around him
That's adorable.
>>27763874
Aw man, shits gonna blow up in the worst way I know it.
>>27767691
oh indeed. though i think first dates should be friendly as fuck. it's not like you take them to makeout point.
>>27767773
Of course. I'm always for cute. When I say affection, I mainly just mean more flirting.
>>27767794
definitely, pour on the flirts. buuut it needs to be honest. no exaggeration. fortunately that shouldn't be hard.
>>27765361
>>27767084
>>27767691
>>27767773
>>27767794
>>27767860
>All these particular preferences
>Haven't been on a good date in years
>Shouldn't be that hard
>>27768545
>>Haven't been on a good date in years
I've never been on a date. But I'm pretty indifferent about it.
>>27768545
I think the two of us are in agreement that it should be innocent, but not in a "just friends" way. Just keep the mood it's been having, but with the sweet feelings more out in the open instead of being repressed, making it clear that they appreciate each-other as something more while they enjoy the evening's activities. That's what I want, anyway.
I'm no writer and have no experiences worth sharing, either, but I think more of her talking about herself and him getting to know her more personally would be a good way to pass the time if you don't want to go right into anything difficult or awkward.
>>27768545
you obviously know a lot about cars and stuff, whatever. you'll be fine
>>27769758
oh shit, anon needs to take the CMC out tubing down a river. there are limitless possibilities there.
>>27770667
oh yeah. So many possibilities, it's a shame we can't get it all written down.
>>27771175
i'm not much of a prose writer, but i could... make an outline.
>>27771423
It'd be appreciated, just having a nice thing to think about. I'm easy to please when it comes to these three.
>>27771470
i also dont wanna step on stagy's toes if he had something like that already in the woiks.
This is now a "Sweetie Belle is too innocent to know what's going on" thread.
>>27771491
you guys wanna do a tube story, go for it. If you just want to make an outline, I could incorporate it into my story (I got a day to fill anyway)
>>27763874
You smile with nearly unforced carelessness, then remind her you’ve got to finish getting ready. Leaving, you realize you don’t have anything else to do. Heading back to your room, you try to plan the night out in your head, all the conversation topics and things you could do.
>Man, these things take a lot more time than you remembered.
>Or maybe it just feels that way, on account of the short time you have.
> Entering your room, the figure on your bed immediately steals your attention.
>Apple Bloom, a vision in black and red, sits coyly on the edge, swaying legs crossed.
>A small bow, dipped in the flaming hues of the evening’s light, hung on her hair, just up and to the left of her left eye.
>Regal curls hung about her lightly bronzed face, framing the Aphrodite within it.
>Shadows darkened the shining coils and twists, a dim auburn making its way through the ever fading light of day.
>Her cheeks lightly brushed with rouge, a pair of blazing embers echoing the luscious lips that warm you so.
>The deep, flaming hues she adopts is perfectly complemented with the paler skin, like luminous sand containing howling bonfires.
>Her dazzling eyes, the hearth’s furnace that could capture hours of stares, was bordered by thick coal-black lashes, dragging in any observer to be trapped by that entrancing amber.
>Holy lips opened to reveal priceless pearls, the illimitable value of a Venus’ happiness.
>And like a camper to his crackling fire, he was loathe to leave it, wishing to stay gazing into that very particular magic for eternity.
>But twice, now three times you’re called, a giggling glee from a girl who didn’t mind the awe of her star struck admirer.
>But though your eyes managed to tear free from your reverie, your heart remained ignited, your whole body feeling ablaze.
>>27771696
> “Anoon? Earth to Anon?”
“Uh- Hey. Sup?”
>A coy smile and flirtatiously blinked eyes threaten to enrapture you once more, but you fight it off.
“Ready to go?”
> “Yup!”
>Her excitement in jumping off the bed surprises you; the sudden motion and the vibrant energy within was shocking.
>It was as if a marble statue of Aphrodite were to suddenly wink at you, or take your hand and lead you into some lustful tango.
>Accommodating yourself to the vigorous life of an animate goddess, you recall the proper treatments, and hold out your arm.
>Beaming up at you, she takes it, and you’re on your way.
>Down to the Cadillac you escort her, opening her door as any true gentleman would.
>After a brief interruption caused by using the wrong key, of course.
>Two coughs cover up your embarrassed look, and you cross the car and enter the driver’s side.
>Fitting the key into the ignition, you notice that delightful embrace of the soft leather holding you.
>Lounging back, you feel the engine hum to life, taking a moment to appreciate the smoothness of the car.
>Hulking, aged beast that it is, a pseudo-limo, it feels and sounds like a much newer, much tinier car.
>Your turn aside to your precious partner, both of you immediately grinning like kids finding home on a playground.
>You shift into reverse, and the purring behemoth slide out the open garage.
>One more turn, and you accomplish that greatest of American dreams: driving off into the sunset.
>>27771705
> On the open road, she prophesies a right-turn five minutes from now, to bring you into the town proper.
>Trusting her here, as you would anywhere, you affirm her directions and set your plans accordingly.
>And so you drive, sinking deep into your cushy seat, a veritable lounge chair that found its way into a car.
>You take a moment to appreciate the smoothness of the ride, only the smooth rumbling of the engine and the dated road filling the air.
>The thin grip of the wheel, not those fat explosions of cheap material that other cars have, but a smooth circle fitting perfectly in hand.
>You tilt your seat back, a laid-back position an absolute staple of a knowing driver in a luxury car like this.
>But your enjoyment of the treasure you drive transitions to the background as your focus shifts to the beloved girl not two feet from you.
>She stretches out, legs extended, and with her right arm lazily lain on the door’s armrest.
>Her left arm crosses the armrest in the middle, delicate fingers dangling in the air between yours and hers.
>Her head tilts slightly downward, eyes sleepily locked on you.
>Your cheeks almost hurt by how much this girl makes you grin.
>Slyly, you engage in a devious plot; taking the wheel in your left hand, you drop your right hand onto your armrest, hanging you hand not an inch away from hers.
>Oops, did I accidently shift it to be a little closer?
>Oh, did the turn of this car cause my hand to slide a little bit, touching yours?
>My goodness, did your hand end up sliding between my thumb and fingers?
>Gosh, are we holding hands?
>Wow, it’s so weird that that happened.
>>27771717
>Well, it really can’t be helped at this point; might as well just keep doing it.
>She mirrors your mischievous smile, possibly catching onto your ingenious plan.
>But her hand is in yours, so the uncovering fails to bother you.
>Just then, a forgotten question shucks off its status, returning to the front of your mind.
>The important detail shames you at having missed it into your execution of the plan.
“So, there’s a couple places we can go, and I haven’t really decided. I’ve been hearing good things about Holy Crepes, but I’ve always been a pretty big fan of P. F. Flanks.
“Red Lobster’s my personal favorite, but Texas Roadhouse is pretty high up there too. Oh, and I think there’s one place you’ll really enjoy.”
>Her hard concentration breaks as she asks
> “What?”
>You crinkle your eyes and direct them to hers, smirking heavily:
“Applebees.”
>She narrows her eyes, sending a light punch into your gut with the hand previously holding yours.
>Fortunately, it returns to yours, the cool fingers weaving through yours, distracting you from the hurt.
“Uhff! Okay, okay, we don’t have to go there.”
>You chortle through the mild pain in your side.
>It looks like she’s even chuckling a bit too, though she’d never admit it.
>Back into deep thought she returns, touching the pointer finger of her right hand to her chin in the same way her older sister does.
> “Hmmmmm.”
>After a steady amount of time, the best Apple nods, coming to a confident decision: Texas Roadhouse.”
>You nod at her, happy with the decision.
“Texas Roadhouse it is.”
> In a second, her hand
> –the right, her left hand is still attached to your right-
> reaches to the radio, and turns it on.
>>27771696
well my thinking was
>We had so much fun at the pool last time, nearer the nice bit of town where sweetie is
>we could go to applebloom's swimming hole, but AJ won't let us (psst psst psst) with Anon
>so the third option is tubing down the river near Scoots' neck of the woods
>they've really cleaned it up, it's not polluted anymore, it just looks crummy. but more importantly we'll be all alo~one
>scootaloo brought a single beer. anon heroically confiscates most of it but decides a swallow each wont hurt the girls
>accidental flashings occur, leading to dares and other fun times during the long calm ride
>towards the end, suddenly rapids. shit gets mildly serious, anon thinks it was irresponsible to take them out here alone, even if it was fun
>several forced dismounts but successful rescues with no more than a few mild scrapes and scootaloo losing her top entirely
>sweetie gets poison ivy on the way back
>the end
>>27771732
>using our suggestions
you otter! this is great stuff.
now to think of many many horse puns for music.. all i can think of is elvis clopstello
>>27771696
>>27771705
>>27771717
>>27771732
Oh, this is all very good. I feel the joy.
yay roadhouse.
>>27771732
What the hell Applebloom, what are you doing? Don't hit the driver, do you want to end up in the ditch?
>>27771887
Sounds like a good template. If you think of any other stuff that could happen, feel free to tell me.
>>27771910
Like, half of this story is based on what you guys have been suggesting. I could only think of like, three activities on my own and a pretty basic plot.
>>27772016
This pic is too fucking cute.
>>27771732
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-DSVDcw6iW8
>>27772016
I hoped that something I said influenced your decision to include AB on the feels-walk. I still strongly believe that was the right way to go. She's very caring.
>>27772016
woo
because obviously swimminholeskinnydips is a-callin, but it's hard to imagine AJ just goin
>aw shucks, ain' nothin wrong with a li'l harmless swimmin' out th'way god made ya, why in mah day we etc etc
at her age. if they were younger, probably. fuck, she'd join in. but this is responsible running-the-household applejack
>>27654953
i would bash all three of them in the skull then have sex with their unconscious bodies
>>27772016
>If you think of any other stuff that could happen, feel free to tell me.
possibly early on, before things become more secluded, there's people on the banks having drunk parties and flashing. That could be what gets them going a bit. (this happens anytime we go river tubing) Gets one of them to say something along the lines of nothing wrong with that, etc. or gets them discussing dares as 'they were probably dared to do that haha some people have nothing better to do not like we'd actually play that unless you want to'
>>27771696
>that descriptive writing
From now on Anons voice in my headcanon is Kelsey Grammer
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VTz8xcJrrKI
>>27775130
it really is an interesting tone isnt it
though for anonorange's actual voice i was imagining josh keaton
>>27775130
>Niles, what are you doing with that small pony?
http://www.equestriadaily.com/2016/06/new-summaries-appear-for-episodes-14.html
Looks like the writers aren't abandoning them just yet, after all.
>>27777719
>Frasier's dat sits in his recliner with a filly named Edie
>>27778174
>dat
Dad*, fuckin' A.
>>27778136
>Stranger Than Fanfiction: RD meets a pony at a Daring Do convention in Manehatten who hates Daring Do as much as she loves it.
>This could be real.
Ae they trying to out do Slice Of Life?
http://67.media.tumblr.com/e0fbe2f5d4232f17b98e763e9fc5bc24/tumblr_o9b3hdkCib1rk868ko1_1280.png
>>27778650
well that got out of hand!
I'll make the new thread in a little while. Don't want both to be up simultaneously for too long.
New thread >>27779506
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