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TOUCH
THE
COW
Lurkfag for firstfag
Also no dong ring whooo!
>>27684744
Sexist bitch Vinyl is my fetish.
>>27684766
MY TIME HAS COME
Guess I'll get things started. I'm not super thrilled with this segment but I don't really want to sit on it and keep making changes that I don't think really improve it, I'd rather just post it and move on.
>>27633991
>The sun is shining brightly, illuminating your way as you all travel inland.
>All being yourself, your sister Luna, your former attacker and now current traveling companion Kriemhild, and…
>”Oh? Yes, good day fellow travelers!” Anonymous chirps to the party traveling past you, they stopped when they saw a monk and asked him to do a quick prayer for them.
>Kriemhild steps over to Anonymous, her broad shoulders loaded with equipment, most of which you recognize save for one particularly large bundle of cloth and rope.
>While you are curious to know what is under that bundle, more pressingly you wonder how the tauress appears to be completely unencumbered.
>You fancy yourself to be stronger than Luna and even you are feeling quite exhausted by the pace you all are traveling at.
>During your musings, Anonymous has crossed over and now kneels with the other traveling party, Kriemhild stands just behind the young mino, her piercing blue eyes scan over the travelers as Anon begins his prayer.
>”Blessed art thou who walk under the loving gaze of the elysian creators. Koh, the holy father, assist your sons and daughters most kind with thine favor. Keep cheerful winds upon their backs so they may faster reach their destination-”
>Koh, one of a small group of beings they refer to as Ancients.
>”And Waimoo, great all-mother, shoulder the world for these devoted. Raise the roads to meet their weary hooves so they may walk with confidence, secure in their faith upon thee."
>Waimoo, a cow so great in her time that she caught the affections of the Ancient Koh. Together they are referred to as the creators. They were the ones who are claimed to have given rise to the minotaur race.
>At least that’s how you remember hearing it from yesterday.
>>27684802
>While Anonymous was tending to your bruised neck from the swift action of his companion Kriemhild.
>Having finished his prayer, he bids the traveling group well and makes his return to you and your sister.
>Kriemhild stops him and they begin speaking amongst themselves.
>You can’t really make out what they are saying, but Anonymous is clearly displeased with what Kriemhild is saying.
>You are better able to pick up their conversation as they approach.
>”-nd you have too little faith in your fellows Kriem. By all rights, Celestia and Luna should have rejected my humble plea for their accompaniment after you so brutishly attacked them. And yet they walk with us still thanks to my “dangerous trust” in others and the benevolent favor of the creators.”
>If looks could kill, you all would have dropped dead from one passing of Kriemhild’s eyes.
>She instead blows air through her nostrils and continues leading the way towards the next town.
>”Quite the odd couple don’t you think sister?” Luna whispers after having trotted up right beside you.
>You watch the two bipeds marching on ahead of you.
>Anonymous’s robes sway with the gentle breeze, their colors are varying shades of blue-grey.
>HIs cuffs dangle low upon his wrist, somewhat concealing the extra digit his kind is born with.
>The edges of his robe are lined with a deep red color, ornate black lines spread through those bits of red.
>Almost as if he knew your eyes were upon him, he adjusts his hooded shawl, of a matching color set, to better cover the distinct features of his face.
>His hands sway as he walks and with each step there is a lightness to them despite the heated discussion he is getting into with Kriemhild.
>The tauress herself is tall and broad, even from this short distance away you can see the muscles on her firmly built body shift with every step.
>>27684812
>Her coat is blue, short and light on her upper half and thicker darker fur on her lower half, with a silvery mane that drapes down just past her shoulders.
>Her horns are a dark grey and rather than the usual nosering, you see only one ring through her left ear.
>That ear is currently flicking with annoyance as she continues her discussion with Anonymous.
>Kriemhild crosses her arms, the muscles of her arms bulge and gently squeeze at either side of the leather chest piece.
>Occasionally when she turns her body to face Anonymous, you can see that her large breasts appear just the slightest bit fuller.
>Before you have even finished looking over your two new companions, you see that Anon has closed the gap between the two of them and wrapped his arms around one of Kriemhild’s.
>The tauress smiles begrudgingly and you can see her shoulders relax.
>Anonymous steps to the side again, giggling as you all continue onwards.
>You realize you have trailed off since Luna asked you about the two.
“We know very little of their lands, it is too early to say that they are the odd ones I think.”
>”Is it too early to say they are a couple do you think?”
>You can’t help a blush forming on your face as your gaze falls solely to Anonymous.
>Now that you know what he really looks like, you can make out some of those unique features even under shadow of his shawl.
>”-pureborn. Long ago, calves born in the image of the ancients were called pureborns. They were considered beings most blessed and renowned. It has been so long since one has walked these lands, however, that pureborns are considered by many to be but a myth.”
>He confided in you both his origins, you realized then why he had such an aversion to your title of thirdborn.
>Like you he is uncertain of his place in this world.
>Unlike you however, he has no other like himself to turn to for comfort.
>Your heart aches for the young bull, and truthfully you would hope that they are not together.
>>27684828
>Kriemhild seems a fine traveling companion, but she could not know what it is like to feel different and alone in a crowd of ‘peers’.
>”I think so” Luna remarks.
>You hum questioningly.
>She nods towards Anonymous before turning back to you, “That it is too early. I certainly hope so anyway.”
>A tinge of possessiveness strikes you, it strikes harder when you realize that Luna’s gaze falls not to Anonymous, but her eyes instead follow the gentle sway of the bottom of his robes.
>You casually step closer to your dearest sister, your saddlebag bumps into hers.
>Anonymous jumps and whips around to face you both, his eyes settling on your sister, “Luna? Are you okay?”
>She hisses loudly in response.
“She is fine, I misjudged out distance and nudged her injured wing with my saddlebags.”
>”Please do be more cautious, Celestia” Anonymous warns.
“Of course” you respond to Anon before turning to face Luna, "my sincerest apologies sister dearest” you say with as sorrowful a voice as you can muster.
>She sneers at you and turns her eyes ahead.
>Anonymous hums contentedly and slowly his pace to fall back with you both.
>Kriemhild throws a quick sideways glance at Anonymous before facing ahead again.
>”Kriemhild says nightfall is coming soon-“
>Luna nods her head, “She is correct.”
>Her connection to the moon has always been better than yours was to the sun.
>”And the next town is yet more time still. Kriemhild says she knows of a small clearing secluded away from the main road-”
>“More ‘trader’s secrets”?” Luna remarks, taking a light jab at Kriemhild’s reluctance for conversation.
>Anonymous giggles along with Luna while you growl at your sister’s foalishness.
>Anonymous must have heard you as he suddenly stops giggling and becomes silent for a moment.
>>27684839
>He continues shortly after, ”I know Kriemhild is not very talkative, but don’t think too poorly of her. She is very knowledgable, and kindhearted in her own way. I fear I may never have left the safety of the church in Moscow were it not for her willingness to look after me on my pilgrimage."
>You feel vindicated in seeing Luna’s eyes fall while you all continue to follow Kriemhild.
>”That said, she could stand to be more amicable…” Anon muses aloud, “After all, you two are true adventurers!”
>Both you and Luna tense up.
>You share a particularly sharp look with your sister for putting this notion in his mind.
>”Not a trader like Kriemhild, or a hermit monk like myself… No, you both walk where there are no trails. Where danger could overtake you at any moment! Such thrilling lives you both must lead, and at such young ages, barely older than I am…” Anon muses aloud, a faint wistfulness in his voice.
>You clear your throat.
>”Y-yes well, tis not the life for many, and of those it is shortly lived” Luna responds, trying to maintain a cool composure.
>Anonymous hums happily, “Oh yes, I have met my fair share of adventurers back in Moscow. Usually traveling through to reach the port towns, Such worn and weathered bodies with such proud hearts. Daughters that would make the all-mother most proud, it always elates me to see them better under my care.”
>You and Luna share looks of concern with each other.
>Neither of you have the faintest clue where to find this seed you were tasked with retrieving, nor did Anonymous or Kriemhild for that matter.
>You are accompanying them so far because they are going near the capitol of Bovinia, Cowstria, where you both are likely to find somepony who may know more information.
>Kriemhild has agreed to give you directions to reach Cowstria once you all arrive in the neighboring town.
>Luna’s tales of adventure were only meant to goad you, but Anonymous seems to have taken them to heart.
>>27684850
>And while you enjoy watching Luna squirm as her lies dig her deeper still, you would rather not be found out before you have to part ways.
>To see disappointment upon Anonymous’ face would surely break your heart.
>”Oh, I believe we are nearing the clearing. And not a moment too soon, these robes are quite stifling under this heat.”
>Anonymous quickens his pace to return to his companion as they begin to veer off the main path.
>Anonymous yaws widely, his arms stretch out far above his head.
>”I am retiring for the night Kriemhild.”
>The tauress grunts in acknowledgement.
>"You needn’t worry about withholding your conversations any longer, my virgin ears shall remain pure in the protection afforded me by my tent.”
>Kriemhild rolls her eyes.
>Anonymous frowns and stomps over to the tauress.
>He crosses his arms over his chest, “Kriemhild. Emelipe, the ancient sister, would cast her disappointment upon your reluctance and so do I.”
>The tauress growls, but the firmness of her face softens, “Fine…”
>Anonymous smiles and bends down to put himself face to face with his companion.
>He plants a gentle kiss upon her cheek, “Thank you Kriemhild. Sleep well, ancients watch over you.”
>The young bull, now donning only a light tunic and trousers crosses past the campfire to reach you and Luna.
>His hands are clasped in front of him, and he bows.
>You can see through the neck hole of his shirt, the campfire sends a faint light through his tunic giving the smallest glimpse at the smooth body beneath.
>”I am quite proud to have finally gotten through to that stubborn cow. Enjoy the rest of your evening and rest well. May the ancients watch over you.”
>You fight the tension in your wing joints first and foremost.
>After that moment of arousal subsides, you focus your thoughts to what Anonymous was saying.
>Gotten through to what?
>>27684862
>”You two, come over to this side” the tauress says, sounding like a command despite there being no forcefulness in her voice.
>Both you and Luna share a nervous look before doing as she says.
>You stand near Kriemhild, looking for a place to sit.
>She takes up so much space on her log that you wouldn’t dare consider sitting next to her.
>Luna resigns herself to her fate first and plants her plot on the cold ground.
>You begrudgingly follow suit and sit down on Kriemhild’s other side.
>”The boy is going to drive me mad if I don’t concede somewhere” she remarks.
>You glance, briefly, at Anonymous’ tent.
>His shadow is faint with the campfire being between you and the tent, but with the moon’s light you can barely make out motion in the tent.
>Anonymous is kneeled in prayer, you break sight with the tent when you see him begin to remove his tunic.
>Kriemhild sighs, “He wants me to befriend you both, the boy knows too little of the world outside the church’s walls to know that such a thing simply doesn’t happen over a day of traveling.”
>She is not wrong.
>Her eyes are peering over to Anon’s tent.
>The elder tauress chuckles to herself, “He is inexperienced, but he is no fool. He is pretending to sleep right now, struggling to listen in on our conversation, convinced that the only reason we are not friends is because we are not free to speak freely with him around.”
>You and Luna join in with Kriemhild’s merriment.
>It is at that moment that Kriemhild’s face lowers, “I know that neither of you are adventurers.”
>Your heart sinks, and the worry spreading across Luna’s face tells you that she is feeling the same way.
>”I know adventurers. Your eyes are too soft. Your gait, too flimsy. Tartarus, you claimed that a Basilisk has only four legs.”
>Do not tremble Celestia, you technically never made any of those claims.
>However if Anon is truly listening in-
>>27684871
>”Don’t concern yourselves with the boy, try as he might, his hearing is very poor-“
>You breathe a sigh of relief.
>”-Concern yourselves with me.”
>And now you are shaking like a leaf.
>”As I said when we first met, I care not what you are or what you plan to do. I care only for his safety and his happiness. And if us becoming friends is what makes him happy, then as far as he knows we are now close friends.”
>Wha- but how?
>"Currently and all through the night after he falls asleep, we stayed up bonding. You both regaled me with your tales of adventure, and I offered you sound advice that only an experienced trader like myself would know."
>Oh thank Elysium is that what she is suggesting?
>”And he needs not know anything otherwise. Tomorrow evening we will part ways and your images will remain intact in his mind. Understood?”
>”Y-yes madam.”
“Yes.”
>The tauress’ grim face lightens to the point that you could almost call it smiling, “Good, now that I am relieved of that burden, I fancy myself a drink.”
Okay and that's all I have for now. As I said, I'm not thrilled with this segment and I'm not too certain as to why. I think it's because not much happened, much like the first segment, but in a way that's 'wrong' to me. With this finally posted though I have less reason to keep trying to clean it up and instead just move on which I hope to do soon. Thanks for reading!
>>27684895
I like Kriemhild.
>>27681064
>Hey! My ideas aren't that bad
Your ideas aren't bad, they're durnk. That means they are horrible and wonderful.
will we ever get a rgre cyoa?
>>27685126
>CYOA
Get that shit outta here, child.
>>27685126
We talking about the kind of CYOAs with images and .pdfs or that kind of shit where we all reply to an author hoping for dubs?Because I'm hoping for the former.
>>27685225
A good kind of create your own adventure
>>27684895
I liked this chapter. Had a bit more more lore building in it and some cute interactions.
bump with green
>you are anon
>and your drunk as fuck
>you still had a bottle of vodkaFROM MOTHERLAND
cyкa
>you had it chilled in your fridge and you decided to get drunk tonight
>KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
''wsho izz it??''
>''it me anon twilight!! what are you doing?
>oh fuck its purple autsim
>you stumble to the door and open it
>twilight is standing there looking annoyed
>''what took you so long?''
'' i wash having a drinkk ''
>''anon you know you shouldn't drink what is this anyway??''
''this iss vodka made from the best potatoes in the usa
>as you cap the bottle and set it on the counter you look at twilight
>why is she so pale?
>hmmmm... whatever
>be twilight sparkle
>you came to anons house to check on him (colts do get into trouble a LOT)
>he let you in then told you he had drunk POTATOES,poor colt never knew the diffrence
''ANON WE NEED TO GET YOU TO THE HOSPITAL RIGHT NOW''
>''why?''
>you dont have time for this
>you levitate him and teleport to the hospital
two days later...
>you are anon
>turns out potatoes are poisonous to pones
>and you told twilight that vodka was made from potatoes
>the little marshmallows thought you were trying to commit suicide
>today was a get drunk kinda day
if yall want me too keep goin ill be happy to oblige
>>27686227
>your
>>27686227
Take a break. You've earned it.
>>27686263
thanks
>>27686254
>you're
>you are
>your
>same thing
kill your self;^)
>>27684895
remember, this isn't the real frosty
no trips
RIP frosty, taken by the propeller far too early
>>27686227
> day memes in equestria
>you are anon and you are sitting with the cringest fuck you have ever met
>mutha
>fuckin
>discord
>fuck how he acted in the show
>they were off by miles
>no scratch that lightyears
>jesus chirst
>''ANON!?! DID YOU HEAR ME?''
>oh hell no
>this bitch yelled right in your ear
>anger.jpeg
>''MOTHERFUCKER IM RIGHT HERE I WILL BITCH SLAP YOU SO HARD YOU WILL BECOME A BEING OF GREAT HARMONY DO YOU HEAR ME?!?!??!''
>''yes...*sob*''
>bitch
''what do you want?''
>''i-ii-was --only *weep* gonna ask you what you were doing
>from then he breaks down crying the whole way home
>pussy
>you were playing angry birds and this fuck made you miss the last pig
hmmm guys let me know on this but i want to make this my first long story
ive always wanted to be a writefag and did shit green now and againso what do yall ,think keep on this one or keep making cancer until the thread is page 1?
>>27686440
You can do it Anon.
JUST
DO
ITBut check your capitalization and the use of your/you're.
>>27686455
right away captainwell if you say so but as my name says most if the time i any green im stoned off my ass
so the use of your will get used a lot more but i will try to catch myself ok mr anon sir?
>>27686477
well time to smoke then bed guys ill keep doing this story as rgre dosent have a whole lot of discord storys and i want to give you guys the most fresh story and memes
g'night
>>27686336
I really hope that's supposed to be a joke.
>>27686427
Who the hell is she?
>>27686702
A writefag moments before she got propellered.
>>27686752
>>27686702
>>27686427
>plebs not knowing Frostyboxaka VigilantHeartis a mare
>plebs thinking that she would let something take her out this easily
>>27685037
You know what Anon? So do I
>>27685606
Thanks Anon, that is sort of what I was going for I just feel like I missed the mark a little on it.
>>27686427
Oh you... I've never bothered to use a trip.
>>27687009
This, exactly.
does this thread normally slow down during the weekends?
its starting to become more frequent
>>27687994
Apparently, it does.
>>27687882
Ey, dat's an imposta! Me thinks deys an Ork!
>>27686440
I've never spoken to an immigrant before. How're your English lessons coming along?
Frosty, does Anon know he's an alien or did he appear in Equestria when he was extremely young?
>>27688229
We'll get into Anon's history one day, to answer you briefly, it's both in a way.
As of 'now' he knows himself to be a Pureborn. It's mentioned briefly in the segment above.
>"C'mon, Anonymous, just a little sip!"
>>"Y-yeah, hon-honey. It won't hurt, I p-promise."
>>>"Mmmm.... A pretty colt like you out here after dark? Puh-lease; you want this."
>You are Anon, and you've learned something about ponies today.
>For example, the average pony lives to be about 20 years old.
>15 if they aren't weren't that healthy to begin with.
>>>>"Don't be afraid, Anonymous. I won't even make you my thrall."
>Ponies in Ponyville?
>They're vampires.
>Er, vamponies.
>Whatever.
>That's why all sorts of nasty paranormal shit happens in Ponyville of all places, and why Celestia has such a huge interest in the town.
>Literally everybody here is undead.
>Even the Elements.
>>>>>"Don' speak fer all of us, Dashie. Ah'll take him home with me an' make a proper stallion outta him."
>ESPECIALLY the Elements.
>Fun fact: Granny Smith was the first vampony in this town. She's been alive for hundreds of years.
>Hooves wrap around your neck from behind, startling you.
>>>>>>"There's a party in your veins, Anon!"
>Oh, God.
>Of COURSE it would be Pinkie Pie who'd sneak up on you.
>>>>>>"And everypony's invited!"
>CHOMP
>>27688489
Fucking Sabbat filth.
>>27688489
Dunno, will pony vampirism transmit to Anon?
>>27688520
>>27688489
>"Anon, y'all git over here an' plow mah fields!"
>Without looking up, you flip the page of your book.
"No."
>"Got-dangit, Anon! Yer mah Thrall, an' that means you obey mah orders!"
"It really doesn't."
>Applejack stomps her hooves and stalks off.
>It's been a month since you were bitten by Pinkie Pie (and, almost immediately after, the rest of the Elements).
>Your bite wounds have healed and your free will remains.
>It doesn't stop your "mistresses" from trying to order you around, though.
>>27688520
Just to his dick.
>>27688489
You can post, but you can't hideAA
>>27688520
>Anon gets bitten by pony vampires
>Now is a reverse vampire
>Feeds on the blood of vampires, it tastes okay but you don't want to have it too often.
>Turns into the negative space around a swarm of bats.
>Is visible in mirrors.
>Is healed by touching a crucifix.
>Sleeps in places other than a coffin.
>Can go out in the sun.
>Breaks into houses.
>Well he could do that last one before anyway, but he now actually bothers doing it.
>Ponies realize they have created a monster.
>Manage to convince Anon to go on holiday.
>THE DAY IS SAVED!
>Anon has at least a shred of decency, so he spreads reverse-vampirism to the regular ponies on his travels.
>Vamponies freak out adorably
>Celestia chuckles at their antics
>All according to keikaku
>TRANSLATORS NOTE: Keikaku means "I'm making this shit up as I go along"
>>27688778Every fucking time.
>>27688824
>Pony invites Anon into his house
>Anon is unable to cross the threshold
>>27688833
>Instead he jumps through their windows.
>>27688824
>Vampone is thirsty
>Anon ejects blood out of his canines like a garden hose
>>27688824
>Vamponies have to count spilled rice
>Anon bursts into flame if he counts anything
>>27689235
"Threeeeaarggh!"
>>27688828By the way, the air freshener in the hall needs replacing.
Yeah, you delete that. I saw it.
>>27689497
Was there something wrong with it? It looked perfectly okay to me.
>>27689497
>>27689512the shame will never go away
>>27689484
>Deleting your post
>Ever
>>27689532
http://desustorage.org/mlp/thread/27684744/#27689484
>Implying you CAN delete your post
That story needs continuing, Anon.
>>27689541
It was trash based on a shitty idea
Please ignore
>>27689575
It looked fine to me, but I'm not down with all the sekrit meeems so maybe there was something I didn't see.
>>27689590
I deleted it because my autism doesn't allow me to leave a post out where one line that should be green isn't.
Of course now i'm occupied by other matters.
I only had that section finished. I might post the full story here later.
>>27688181
>guys look at his grammerXDDD
im from new york faggot
>>27689675
Well you can't write for shit.
>>27689675
>From New York
There's your problem.More green when?
Posting this again because Octavia gets no love in these threads
>>27689717
Unless you write something about her yourself, or manage some author to actually care about her, it will remain that way.
>>27689717
Octavia isn't getting any love in that green either.
>>27686440
''im playing a game
>''oooooh whats it called?
''angry birds'''
>''why are they angry? did somepony do somthing to them?''
>what is the story with angry birds anyway
>yes yes you know their eggs or something got stolen
>whatever
>''can i play?''
>well you're going to twibrights to look up some plantsdude weed lamo
''sure but stay in the house ok?''
>''ok''
>as you leave to go to the friendship castle™
>*POP*
>its discord
>he looks more pissed that a drunk wasp that found his wife with another wasp
>''i was playing with it and as the last bird was about to hit the pig it broke''
>it broke??
>how?
>you look over every inch if the phone and not a scratch was found
>must of died
>meh, you'll charge it at home
''its not broken its dead''
>the look of anger is gone in a second
>replaced by worry and sadness
>this fucker is about to freak
>''WE NEE-
''its fine"
>''NO ITS NOT ITS DEAD YOU LET ME KILL IT"
>a paper bag pops into existance and he blows into it like in the cartoons
>kek he thinks your phone is alive and breathing
''no its not dead like that all i have to do is just put on the charger its fine discord''
>''o-oh''
>blush.gif
''damn if you turn any redder someone might mistake you for a tomato''
>blush intensifies
ill post later so let me know if you like the cancer that is this green
tell me what yall want and ill be happy to do itebin memes :DDD
>>27689675
Anon I'm not trying to be a dick when I say this, but when people see writing like all they see is someone who isn't willing to put basic effort into making his story look good. Naturally they'll think that that lack of effort will carry over to the quality of the story.
>>27689792
If I had any literary skill.
>>27689917
I don't care. Try it for once. You will get better if you keep doing it.
Or you can keep hoping for someone to write a story for you, which won't happen.
>>27689873
Discord.
Eris is better you pleb.
>>27689994
Maybe his aim is to stealthy write a RGRE homo story?
>>27690409
I guess I can see that, LaP did a great Eris already and Discord is the only thing I can see being a open exception to the rule.
>>27690435
yeah LaP did that story so with how shit i am now i might never touch that as there is a bar set an that might backfire on me quick as fuck
>>27690409
winarthough im pure shit at clop soo yeah but ill make sure to try my best but as i do more ill probably get better with time
>>27689994
>mfw
allso i got some weeds so the green bus will be
arollin soon
>>27690409
dropped
>>27689717
what ever happened to the octavia wants rough sex/rape green?
>>27690523
Your posts read like they're straight off of Twatter.
>>27690638
your posts read like a book
faggot
>>27690673
Or off of /b/.
>>27690590Not RGRE enough
>>27690935
I never want to wake up either.
>>27690959
Who the fuck is James?
Where's my special snowflake Anon?!
>>27690959
James? What happened to Anon?
>>27690731
>oh yes sir mr anon ill make sure to change how i talk pronto
if you dont like my posts filter me faggot
>>27690994
LP uses those names when he writes in prose for fimfiction. Just replace it with Anon and the story fits here.
>>27690995
>>27690994
Guessing a copy and paste thing. LaP has said he's putting this on FimFiction, right?
>>27690994
>>27690995
...Fuck, give me a second
>>27691012
Thank goodness the fimfic version will have an actual name instead of a placeholder.
>>27691012
You okay dad? Normally you don't, you know, forget our names.
>>27691012
i was wondering when you would catch it
nice to see an old writefag
>>27691012
Who is this James bastard and what is rarity doing with him instead of anon?
There was a shift in the cosmos. The moon, which had stood as a sentinel against the all-consuming darkness, had begun its slow decent from the sky. It’s brother, the luminescent sun, took its place. As it peeked over the mountain top it’s light, soft and warm and glowing, bathed the land. A band of this light found its way through a window and toward a bed, where Anon found himself sleeping.
The young man’s face scrunched up as the sunlight replaced the quiet, comforting darkness. He tried to cover his face to block out the light. But the sun, gentle yet powerful, would not be denied. The light shined through his fingers and onto his face, beckoning him to rise.
With a sleepy grumble, he then tried to cover his face with his covers, but just like his hand the silk covers were a poor barrier. It was time to rise, time to start the day and be a creature of life and motion, the sun quietly insisted, he needed to rise and cease the day. But still he resisted the call, rolling onto his other side with a grumble.
His face found itself buried in a warm, furry chest. He took a deep breath, humming in delight as vanilla filled his nostrils. The fur was tickling his cheeks and his nose but he ignored the sensation, burrowing his face deeper to hide away from the almighty sun.
In the silence of the room he could hear the steady yet powerful beat of a heart. He pressed his ear against the chest to listen to the steady, rhythmic beat, moving with it as it gently rose and fell. A hoof began running through his hair comfortingly, making him sigh. Down near his legs he could feel a tail, impossibly soft, resting in between his legs.
“Anon dear,” A voice, as soft and light as a spring wind, wafted through the air. “Anon, darling, it is time to rise and shine.”
>>27691063
>straining teat bra
oh my
>>27691063
Anon’s eyes slowly fluttered open. He looked up to see a pair of blue eyes staring down at him. The owner of said eyes looked tired. Her mane and fur, usually perfectly maintained, was sticking out everywhere, there were bags under her half-lidded eyes and her ears were settled against her skull.
Rarity, though she looked all the world like she was about to lay her head down and go back to sleep, smiled down at him as she rubbed one of her big, blue beautiful eyes. “Good morning, darling,” she said, yawning.
Exhaling explosively through his nose, Anon rested his cheek against her chest. “There’s nothing good about this morning,” He grumbled.
The unicorn giggled as he tried to throw the covers over his head. Her horn glowed, pulling it back down around his lower back. “Now, now, none of that,” she chastised, giving his head a pat. “It is time to greet the day, dear.”
With a grumble, Anon tried to pull Rarity down so that he could be the big spoon. Rarity, of course, let the young man do as he will, simply giving his cheek a nuzzle as he pulled her down to his chest.
“I don’t wanna greet the day,” Anon groaned, pulling Rarity against him and resting his chin on the top of her head. “The day wants to beat me up and steal my lunch money.”
“Oh? Well hiding from it isn’t going help things,” Rarity said teasingly, nuzzling his chin as his arms wrapped around her.
“Well you’ve never gotten a swirly by the day. If you had you wouldn’t want to get out of this bed until noon either.”
A sleepy hum escaped the fashionista throat. She rested her horn against his cheek as she laid there with her bed buddy, just listening to Anon’s quiet breathing. One of her hooves hooked around his middle and began to trace his spine. Anon sighed as one of his hands reached up and touched the mare’s head. His fingers dug into her mane, gently scratching her scalp.
>>27691063
>he needed to rise and cease the day
Seize dad, you're looking for seize there. Carpe Diem. Seize the day.
>>27691096
In the background, the chirping of birds could be heard as the two just took a moment of this brand new morning to lay together.
There were no worries in those few, perfect moments, no concerns or strife. There was just warmth and comfort.
“You know, I have been thinking, Anon dear.”
“You better watch that, I heard if you think too hard steam starts to come out of your ears.”
Snorting, Rarity playfully shoved him. "Anon!"
"What? It saw it happen to Bonbon a couple of days ago. I swear."
Still giggling, Rarity gave her head a shake before she continued with her train of thought. “I have been thinking whether this is out of our control.”
Anon’s brow furrowed. “What? The steam coming out of our ears?”
“No! I was taking about [i]this[/I.” She wiggled, reaching up to boop his nose. “The two of us have been trying so hard to discover why we wake up like this every morning—”
“Not really.”
“—But what if this is just meant to be?” Rarity’s back arched as she sighed dramatically. “What if it is fate that brought us together?. Oh to [i]think[/i] a lady such as myself would have her fate intertwined with an... unusual stallion such as yourself!” She sighed again as she covered her face. “Just [i]think[/i] of it, darling!”
Anon did as she asked, his nose scrunching up. He thought on if such a thing was feasible and what it would mean if he and Rarity were destined to sleep together from this point on. Did that mean that everything else was preordained in his life? Did he have free will, a say in what he did in the mere moments that spent amongst the living? Or was he just the toy of some higher being, doomed to carry out their whims like he was some sort of puppet on invisible strings?
>>27691134
What even was free will? Were their gods? What purpose did he have in the universe? Was there even such a thing as purpose? Did it matter what he, a tiny insect in creation, did? Was Nietzsche right in saying that nothing mattered and nothing would ever matter?
His hamster, shaking its head, broke into a dead sprint.
“Well… I guess it’d be… something,” he lamely uttered.
Rarity sighed again, looking down at him. “Well, I suppose it cannot be helped,” she lamented. “I just hope that I can find room in my adobe for all of your belongings...”
“…What about my belongings?” Anon asked, cocking an eyebrow.
“A bigger bed might also not be out of the question,” Rarity muttered, scratching her chin. “If we need to I could certainly have somepony come in and add an extension on my boutique. Thank Celestia that my ceilings are high enough so that you don’t have to crouch down. Otherwise harmony only knows how much that’d cost to rectify that...”
Anon’s brow furrowed in concern. “Um, Rarity? What’s this about extensions and ceilings? Rarity?”
“And of course we’re going to have to come out and tell ponies that we’re together. It is my duty as a gentlemare to make an honest stallion out of you.” Rarity stared down at him with an appraising eye before she grinned. “Ohhh! I know just the place where we can have our date! It might not be [i]extrémité supérieure[/i] but I don’t think we need to flaunt ourselves [i]too[/i] extravagantly.”
“A date?” Anon hesitantly said. “You’re talking about a date, right?”
>>27691160
“Of course, darling,” Rarity said with a nod. “After the two of us go to your house and take stock all in everything that we shall need to move then we can—”
“Move? Why the heck are we moving anything out of my house?”
“Because you are moving into my home, dear,” the fashionista said with a playful roll of the eyes. “Weren’t you listening to a thing that I said?”
“…Yes?”
“Excellent!” Leaning down, Rarity touched her nose with his, her big, blue eyes staring into his. There was warmth in those eyes; affection that made Anon’s heart flutter in his chest. “Then the two of us shall be together forever more?”
Her tone was soft, hopeful, not at all confident like it had a moment ago. The smile on her face was a nervous, small thing, like a flickering candle that could go out at any moment. Underneath the covers her tail flicked back and forth. For about a minute the two just found themselves staring at each other. The only sounds that could be heard in the room were their breathing and the creaking of the bed as Rarity nervously squirmed.
Anon found himself smiling at the sight. “If it’s fate then who am I to go against it?” he asked, reaching up to scratch Rarity’s chest.
She let out a shaky sigh as anxiety turned into relief. “I always knew that you were a reasonable stallion, Anon darling,” she said, trying and failing to keep her voice even. “Tis no longer in our hooves, if it ever was, I’m afraid.”
“I guess we’ll have to just sleep in this bed together until the rest of time huh?”
“I suppose so.”
“We’re going to have to start dating. You’re going to have to tell your parents and I’m going to have to lease an ad in the paper that I’m selling my house.”
>>27691131
No, he's looking for eternal night. Cease the day.
>>27691194
“Mother and father are sure to love you, dear, and I’m positive that we can find somepony to buy your house with little effort.”
“After that, if everything goes well, I suppose you’ll be giving a wedding ring?”
“Not for a few years,” Rarity insisted. “But in the future yes.”
“And a few little monsters running around the house?”
“It’s only proper that after you marry a lady you have a family with her, Anonymous.”
“And then grandchildren?”
“If our children are lucky enough for find that special somepony yes.”
Sighing dramatically, Anon threw his hands up. “Well, like you already said, it’s probably out of hands, what with the fates and all that.”
Rarity nodded in agreement, rubbing her nose against his before she rested her head on his shoulder. The fashionista felt happy, exceedingly so, she was so happy that she couldn’t stop her wiggling. She was so happy that she wanted to run outside and shout to the heavens, she was so happy that she felt like she was going to [i]burst[/i]. But a lady controlled herself, so she just found herself excitedly giggling as she nuzzled Anon’s shoulder.
“We shall just have to suffer through it, darling,” she told her coltfriend. “Pawns in fates design as we are…”
>>27691221
Alright, I'm done. Sorry about that shit in the beginning. I was just having one of those moments where I was staring at my computer screen for ten minutes like a putz, so I really didn't notice anything.
I'm going to go to bed now, I think.
>>27691237
Thank you and good night fair LaP.
>>27691063
> he needed to rise and cease the day
Seize the day. Not cease.
>>27691237
I have a feeling Twilight is behind this.
She seems like the type to ship ponies, given her foalsitter was the princess of love.
Also, who else would they go to to figure out if there was magical intervention but her, so she can just lie.
>>27691060
Well, my name is James and I'm fully okay with all what LaP posted.
>>27691237
so cozy
so homey
>having kids
oh my
>>27691237
2cute
2CUTE
Good job LaP, seriously. rararararara is one of my least favorite ponies yet I loved her in this story.
>>27691237
You're definitely a person.
Boots
well time for more green
give me an hour to get some up
>>27689961
I don't want anyone to write for me. I was just lamenting the lack of Octavia love. The same could be said for a number of other ponies.
Nothing more to it then that.
A quick update since I just got back.
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>The rage you felt at this very moment was something beyond any form of description.
>But if you had to put a label on it, it would be along the lines of watching someone scrape the toppings of a pizza and only eating the crust.
>Seriously your dad used to do that, he was a monster.
>After Yearlings threat you had written off the little horse.
>Your mind told you that the mare was all bark and no bite, her words were just that, words and nothing more.
>Then she went and pulled some shit.
>Crumpling the newspaper you did your best to contain the anger threatening to spill.
>The headline on the front page read simply “Author Mouse: A Genius or Dunce?”
>It was the headline that caught your attention, not to mention the gaggle of ponies that were reading it and pointing at you with their grubby little hooves.
>Yearling had decided to play dirty, going to some newspaper and telling them of her encounters with you.
>What fucking encounters?
>You met the crazy horse once, and it was more than enough to last you a life time as far as you were concerned.
>That article was filled to the brim with made up facts about you.
>”Oh Anon has several deep seated fears. He likes to play it off but he’s deathly afraid of baths, which explains the odd odor coming from him all the time.” Yearling told the reporter.
>What a bunch of bologna.
>You loved taking baths and personal hygiene was quite important to you.
>The more you had read through the article, the higher your blood pressure rose.
>You liked to pick your nose in public and wipe it off on ponies.
>Sometimes you double dipped chips.
>All lies and slander!!!
>>27692483
>Spike having noticed your anger fled the kitchen as fast as his little dragon feet would allow.
>Smart lad, you were very close to just tearing everything apart around you.
>But if you did, it would feel like she won.
>And now you were dead set on not letting her win,ever!
“Okay Yearling, you want to play dirty? I’ll play dirty as well.”
>Getting up and throwing the fish-rag in the bin you headed for your writing room.
>It was time to send a “Special” editorial to the newspaper that published that story.
>After all it was Yearling that said that you two shared many encounters after all.
>You sincerely hoped that she would appreciate what you were about to do.
>This was going to be your first all original work of fiction after all.
>>27692496
>Be Yearling.
>And you were feeling pretty proud of yourself you headed towards the publishers office.
>That interview you did for the paper was nothing less than magic, pure and simple.
>Everything you said would no doubt throw Anon into a downward spiral of disbelief and misery.
>He’d be so busy with just fighting the allegations you made up he wouldn’t have any time to write any more of his accursed books.
>If you were lucky he’d just up and leave the writing to the pro’s, such as yourself.
>Walking into the lobby you waved a greeting at the receptionist.
>Maybe him giving you a raised eyebrow should have tipped you off that something was wrong.
>That and him giggling to the other pony by him before pointing at you with his hoof.
>But it wasn’t until you got into the director’s office that you learned just in how much trouble you were in.
>”We’re going to postpone your latest release until this all blows over.”
>Hyperventilating you stared at the headline printed in big bold print on the cover of Equestria Daily News.
>”Yearling and Mouse: Authors in Love”
>That bucking asshole!
>He was supposed to be spiraling into a hissy fit like all stallions would!
>Not fighting back.
>”Right now the board is worried that your relationship with an author could significantly impact sales.”
>This colt was going to pay.
>But how was the biggest question?
>He obviously reacted quite unexpectedly to the interview you did.
---
I'll update the pastebin in a bit.
>>27692502
Could you link to it? I have no idea what green this is, my memory is shit
>>27692524
No problem, sorry about not throwing it up there earlier, my brain's fried at the moment.
http://pastebin.com/ivLcbi1h
>>27692502
i love how this is goinlet the HATE SEX BEGIN
>as you and discord walk down the road to twilights
>you charged your phone for the trip cause discord kept whining about it
>jesus christ
>you havent seen anything as faggy as the time you went to ops house
>KLANG KNANG KLANG
>ow.
>damn these crystal walls are hard
>klick click creeeeeaaaak
>''yes?- oh hey anon...why is discord with you?''
>"well twilight me and anon were gonna to to the park after were done here''
>weird
>his voice sounded cold as fuck
>is he jelly?
''yeah i wanted to look up some equestrian plants''
>"oh really well its nice to see you reading about our culture hold on ill be right back''
...
>she walks back to the door with a thick book
'' what the fuck is this''
>the book has those thick cardboard pages like the ones in 1st grade
>''did'nt you want a book about plants?''
''not one for babies dumbshit''
>''you mean a book for mares anon?''
>"wow you're a book worm for a colt ..hold on''
>thats sexist as fuck
>no fuck this bitch
more coming soonwhat did you think? my earlier stuff i was sober as of this post im high so am i better high or sober?
>>27692634
It's time to stop anon. It's just time to stop.
>>27692634
>as she returns with a thin paged book you glance at discord
>whis motherfucker is wacthing twilight like a fucking hawk
>his arms folded in disappointment
>did he catch that too?
>oh well
''thanks twilight ''
>"no problem anon, see ya later''
>creak slamclick klick
>as you start your journey to ..
>where did he say he wanted to go to?
>what ever
>''come on anon"
>i heard that.mp3
>his voice changed tone again now sounding happy as ever
>faggot
>well shit
>all this time getting books you did'nt realize that the sun was almost gone
>well time to go home
>as you start for home with discord next to you he just blabs on and on about how you should have called twilight on her shit
>damn he is jelly
>you swear to god if this faggots gay
>bitches gonna die
>>27692657
you could have stopped it a long time ago
now it must continue forever and ever and ever
>>27692502
>Not going full JD Salinger
>Not letting the media speculate about you all they want, only fanning the flames of their wild stories with the occasional angry yet well-worded letter
>Not using a small, protective town as a defensive shield against anyone who seeks you out
>Not feeding off the publicity of your emerging mystique, and the rumors circulating youObsessing over fillies or young mares is not necessary, but suggested.
Remember, there's no such thing as bad publicity!
Probably not RGRE enough, but we post anyway
>"Anon, open the damn door."
>Shit, it's Christmas and here she is again.
>Just like every other day.
>You don't hate her or anything it just gets kinda old.
"Fine, jeez hold on."
>You get up walk to your door and open it.
>Hit with a frigid gust of winter wind you see your usual suspect.
>Gilda, the GriffinNo relation
>"What's up dweeb, ya gonna let me in?"
>You step aside because you aren't really keen on getting beat on today of all days
"Gil, it's fucking Hearth's Warming, what are you doing here?"
>You don't mean that she has to leave, you just weren't expecting visitors, when everyone is busy with family and what not, and you're here.
>Alone.
>"What, I can't come see my favorite dweeb when all those ponies are spending time with each other and ain't got time for the baddest griffon around?"
"So what, you were lonely or something, and I'm your last resort?"
>You don't mean to sound angry but playing second fiddle to everyone else kinda hurts.
>"N-no, look dweeb I didn't mean it like that I just..."
>This whole time she's had her paws behind her back, and now it looks like she's messing with something behind her.
>"Look, Anon, I'm not really good with this kind of shit so here."
>From behind her back she pulls a small gift.
>You take the gift from her and look her in the eyes.
"For me?"
>Honestly you're surprised, you two hang out all the time, and it's mostly just rough housing, getting drunk, and her calling you names.
>You never expected her to get you a gift or anything close.
>"Well duh, you're the only other one here."
"Well thanks, Gil, it means a lot."
>You watch as her face turns a little redder, you aren't sure how that works with feathers, but shit man it's a world of magic out there.
>"I-it's not like it's a big deal or anything dweeb."
"Well it is for me, I mean here I was spending the holidays locked away."
>You look around your home as you speak
>>27692885
"No pony has even come to see me, Gil. No pony ever comes to see me any more, but I mean at the very least I've still got you, even if I was a last resort.”
>You grab your griffon buddy and pull her in for a hug, which she hesitantly accepts.
>”Yeah I'm still around for you and don't you forget it.”
>You break the hug and move into your living room where you have a nice fire burning to keep warm.
>Setting down the gift as the griffon hops on the couch, you head toward the kitchen.
“You want anything to drink, Gil?”
>"You got any of that hot cocoa, ya know the one with the little white marshmallows?”
“Uhh, sure I can make some.”
>”Thanks, Anon.”
>You put some water in a kettle and pop it on the stove and head back to the living room to wait.
>You plop down on your couch next to the griffon who is now curled up like a cat
>[Dawwwww Intensifies]
>”So you gonna open it up?”
“Yeah, Gil sure.”
>You grab the small box off the table and sit back down.
>It's a little bigger than your hand, with red paper, and a nice green bow on it.
>You assume that she had help wrapping it, cause this looks professional.
>You unwrap the bow carefully and begin working on the wrapping paper.
>You take your time to admire the work put into wrapping this perfect specimen.
>You tear the paper off piece by piece and are awarded with a now small black box
>”Come on, Anon enough stalling, open it up.”
>You don't need any more encouraging and you do just that.
>You lift the top off of the box to get at the awaiting contents
>You slowly reach a hand in and carefully bring out the gift
>It's a silver necklace, and at the center a small clasp holding a single feather.
>A feather that you recognize.
>You turn your head to gaze at the griffon next to you
>Her face nearly crimson, and her eyes cast away from you.
“Gil, I...”
>You can't seem to find the words to say what you want
>>27692888
>”I-I'm not really good with this kinda stuff, and I mean I know I've been kinda rough with you,”
>She takes a breath and finally looks you in the eyes.
>”but we've been hanging out for a while and I started seeing it a little different, and I mean if you don't wanna, that's cool I understand, I-it's not like I'd be sad or anything.”
>You feel your heart wrench a little as she says that.
>”So what I'm saying is Anon, if you wanna you know, get together, that would be cool, or something...”
>You pause for a second to take it all in.
>You're only buddy for the past has feelings for you
>And what you thought was her being an asshole was probably her way of dealing with her feelings.
>”TWEEEEEEEEEEEE”
>The loud whistling of your kettle brings you out of your stupor.
>”You don't want to, huh? F-figures, not like it matters much to me or anything...”
>While you took a moment to collect your thought she must have taken your silence as a no
>You can see tears forming along her eyes.
>”D-don't worry about the gift then dweeb, I'll just go.”
>She sniffles and gets up off the couch
“Shit, Gilda, wait!”
>You stand and grab her arm, preventing her from leaving.
“Look, I just needed a second, I just wasn't expecting this all of a sudden, I mean with the way you normally acted, I never would have thought this was possible.”
>You let go of her hand and she turns to face you, her eyes already showing signs of reddening and a couple stray tears already falling.
“It just caught me off guard is all, and I mean, shit I'm not good with this either but...”
>You grab the griffon once again and pull her close, and plant a kiss on her beak.
“I hope you get what I mean.”
>”You're such a dweeb.”
“But now I'm your dweeb.”
>Before you can make another smart comment she plants a kiss on your lips.
>The kiss holds for a few moments before you break away.
“Happy Hearth's Warming, Gilda.”
>>27692901
Mmkay that's it.
>>27692634
It's shit. For fuck's sake just stop. It's shit. YOU'RE shit. It's an objectively bad story. I'm legitimately surprised that you yourself can't see how awful it is, it's actually baffling.
>>27692915
filter it then:^)
all writefags started some where dident they?
>>27691063
>Teat-panties
Yes please.
>>27692941
You're like a garbage collector dreaming that he'll one day become the first man on mars.
>>27691160
>adobe
Abode
>>27693006
yes just like that like you are some faggot who wishes he could write but cant
hows summer kid?
>>27692941
Yesm they started with a basic understanding of the english language, a step you have chosen to forego.
>some /b/ tard put on a name and this happened
>>27691237
Very VERY good LaP. Good feels all around.
>>27693006
Neil Armstrong was a trash collector before joining the air force.
>>27692502
noice
>>27693216
And everybody on the bus applauded!
>>27692901
Cute/10 anon, I liked it.not RGRE enough though
>>27692901
Wow. Fucking shameless.http://pastebin.com/XEmqTAui
>>27692941
Please, for the love of god, just capitalise a few letters at least. It doesn't even have to be the right ones. Even Camel Case Would Be Better Than This Shit.
Wow, tough crowd in here tonight.
Anyway, I'm shooting for a 'technically still fathers day somewhere fathers day dadnon update'
Or, TSFDSFDDU for short.
>>27693809
Alright, think I got this shit sorted
Pastebin will probably update eventually again but here it is now
http://pastebin.com/4FTQmPf8
Happy Fathers Day.
>You were exhausted.
>Mentally, physically, and magically.
>You make a note, the next time you were overtaken by the impulse to bring something, anything, into your world from another, just don’t.
>You felt like you were standing in an ice cold river, except instead of sucking the warmth from your body, it was the life that was getting sucked out of it.
>Your legs felt like they were made of lead, and your heart was pounding so hard you could hear it over the dull groan of the portal you had accidentally left open.
>Anon, on the other hand, seemed completely unphased.
>”Twilight . . .”
>It takes you a few moments to register that someone was talking to you.
>”Twilight . . . how are we gonna close this thing?”
>Right . . . good point.
>You ponder just exactly how to seal an interdimensional rift, something that was quite frankly believed to be fringe science, pseudo-magical theory.
>Had you not been so focused, you would have heard him say, “I have an idea.”
>The rift was a non natural event, so it had to have been sustained by something . . . which could be anything from an energy siphon, a runestone imbued with a massive amount of energy, or even an extra dimensional, physical construct.
>It might not even be possible to close the rift from the outside.
>You were so engrossed in the potential sources of power to the rift, and what might be the best way to disrupt them, that you missed it when Anonymous hefted the skull at chest height and flung it whirling into the rift like a particularly morbid frisbee.
>You did not miss, however, the resulting explosion.
>More significantly, the resulting explosion, did not miss you..
>>27693897
>You are Anon.
“FUUUuuuUUUucking OUCH.”
>And sweet nondescript deities did that hurt.
>Felt like you just got hit by a 200 pound linebacker.
>You reach up to rub the dust and dirt out of your eyes.
>Tossing Mr. Bones Wild Skull into the beamy green was probably a bad idea.
>You’re lying flat on your back, and staring up at the clear blue sky.
>Clear blue sky was a good thing, that meant that everyone probably wasn’t doomed.
>You manage to sit up with a grunt, and take a look around.
>Things were pretty messed up.
>There was a very large crater where the Book Treepository used to be.
>At least you were pretty sure that’s where it was.
>Your ears were still ringing pretty bad, so a concussion wasn’t out of the question.
>All of the windows you could see were blown out, and the ground was pretty . . . scorched looking.
>You glance down at yourself.
>Your shirt was toast, literally toast, with black, nasty, spooky jam smeared all over it.
>Eugh, even smelled awful.
>Your shoes were, fortunately, melted off rather than on.
>You could only imagine you had stupid explosion cartoon hair, considering this place seemed to run on cartoon logic.
>Any explosion strong enough to throw you should have ruptured every capillary in your lungs, and turned you into a walking corpse.
>You take a deep breath, and make a pleasant note of the fact that you aren’t drowning in your own blood.
>The khaki slacks were totally fine, those people at Scotch Guard don’t fuck around.
“Well Twilight, I think we can call that a win for the good guys.”
>You glance around, looking for your small purple protege.
“Twilight?”
>You look over your shoulder and find her about 15 paces back.
>She wasn’t moving.
>>27693901
“Shit!”
>You scramble to your feet, ignoring the shooting pain in your legs, arms, and chest..
>You stumble as you run toward her, skidding the last few feet on your knees.
>You’re no horse doctor, but you can tell she’s in bad shape.
”Hey . . . c’mon, just . . .”
>Rolling her over onto her back, you press your ear to her chest.
>You hear a reassuring, rhythmic thump . . . thump . . . thump . . .
>It’s slow, but it’s strong.
>You pry one of her eyes open, and her pupil contract quickly in the midday sun.
>That’s . . . good, you think. Heartbeat is good, pupil contraction means no brain damage . . . right?
>No . . . even vegetables did that.
>Your head is pounding, you can barely think straight right now.
>Shit. Dr. Phil would be better than you right now.
“I need a doctor! Somebody, anybody get me a doctor!”
>Your voice sounds ragged, and desperate, which were both fairly accurate representations of how you felt right now.
>You scoop her up in your arms for the second time in 24 hours, and struggle to your feet.
>Not a small feat between her dead weight, your fatigue, and the trauma from the blast.
>Her head lolls back limply, and you hurriedly shift her in your arms to better support her.
>Cradling the back of her head with your hand, you tuck her up against you as tight as you dare.
>She groans softly, her forelegs weakly pawing against your bruised chest as you take off down empty streets, looking for someone, anyone who can help you.
>A single thought floats through your mind from a biology class in highschool.
“Good, if she can move her legs, that means her spine wasn’t severed.”
>>27693908
>Fear, you feel fear.
>It takes you a second to realize that’s what it is.
>It hadn’t quite set in when you saw the rift, and you hadn’t had time to be scared of . . . whatever the fuck that thing was.
>Now you were afraid.
>Afraid that Twilight, that the daughter you just found out you had, was hurt.
>Afraid that you wouldn’t be able to help in time.
>Afraid that you wouldn’t be able to help at all.
>Afraid that you might be making things worse, carrying her like this.
>But more than anything else, you were terrified that this incredible little mare with the heart of a lion was going to slip through your fingers without you ever really getting to know her.
“Can somebody get me a motherfucking doctor!”
>>27693912
>You are Dr. Feel Good, M.D.
>And sweet Celestia your head hurt.
>Your stomach was doing flip flops, and the second you opened your eyes, you regretted it.
“Uurgh . . .”
>You groaned as you pulled yourself to your hooves using your black mahogany desk.
>A you sent half a dozen patient files tumbling as you did so, eliciting another groan.
“Great . . . just perfect. That’s gonna take at least half an hour to sort back together.”
>Your dismay over future paperwork was cut short, however, by a commotion coming from just outside your office.
>Suddenly, your door burst open, filled with the robust form of Nurse Red Heart, her sharp, barking tone cutting through the din of confused groaning and crying coming from outside.
>”Dr. Good, there’s been a detonation about a klick and a half out. We’re gonna be swamped with casualties within the hour, I’ve got nurses setting up a triage station out front, and we’re already moving extra beds out of storage into wherever we have floor-space.”
>You blink, confused by a few things.
>One, you weren’t sure why you had just been on the floor of your office.
>Second, you had no idea what a klick was.
>And thirdly, nurse Red Heart seemed to be bleeding from a fairly sizable head contusion.
>>27693925
>Her head snapped to the right as she yells at some unseen individual.
>”I need two dozen units of O+ from storage to the aid station, bucking yesterday!”
>You can see shattered glass on the floor of the hallway, and the cries of several dozen confused, distressed, and injured ponies began to assail your ears.
>This was not the type of medicine you practiced.
>You removed warts, set sprained wings, and gave suckers to little fillies and colts after they got their shots.
>You’d done triage work in med school, but that was 20 years ago, Tartarus, they’d changed the right way to do CPR since then.
>This was chaos, and madness, and so much more than you were ever trained for.
“I . . . what . . . I don’t . . .”
>You blather incoherently.
>You couldn’t do this.
>It was just too much.
>And with that, you fainted.
>>27693951
>You are Chief Hospital Corpsmare Red Heart, or just Gunney Heart when things got thick.
>Retired, but it sure as shit didn’t feel like you were retired.
>This situation is all kinds of bucked.
>Dr. Good just fainted, which was one less body to do triage, and one more body to do triage on.
>If there’s anything that you learned in Operation Gulf Swarm, it’s that when it rains, it bucking pours.
>You snarl as you push your way past a dazed nurse in the hallway.
>At least you didn’t have to worry about Changeling infiltrators here, just incompetent staff.
>Of course, then again, you had to constantly remind Majors Barns and Hoofihan to stop playing doctor with one another and be ACTUAL doctors.
>You grab the nurse by the scruff of her neck.
“Get it together! Find a broom and sweep this shit up, the last thing any of us needs is a shard of glass to the frog.”
>Stopping at the aid station, you drag a passed out nurse away from your desk.
>Your head won’t stop pounding, there’s blood in your right eye, and you were about to clock out from a 16 hour double shift when the IEB went off.
>Improvised Explosive Bug for those out of the loop.
>Rummaging through your desk, you force feed yourself a half a dozen caffeine pills, grimacing at the bitter taste as you bite down on one to speed things along.
>Going to be a hard day.
>Half your corpsmares were casualties, the other half were too wiped out by that . . . event . . . to lift much more than themselves.
>Tartarus, the only thing keeping you going was a mixture of anger, discipline, and stimulants.
>You heft a patient back into their wheelchair, and shove them in the nearest room.
“Keep this hallway clear!”
>>27693958
>You step around the shards of glass, blown in from a few offices that faced the center of town.
>No patient rooms facing that way on this floor, and you quietly held out hope that it had been a shaped detonation.
>If it wasn’t . . . you probably had a dozen patients who looked a lot like hamburger on floors 2 and 3.
>You dragged a nurse up off the floor that seemed a little less groggy than the rest.
“Check on rooms 203, 205, and 207, give me a situation update as soon as you can, check for lacerations caused by flying glass.”
>You give her a shove towards the stairwell, not hard, but enough to get her moving.
>Of course, if it wasn’t a shaped detonation, and you had a radial blast that shattered windows at 1500 meters, you might actually not have that many casualties to take care of, as grim a thought as it was.
>The dead don’t take much urgent attention.
“You there!”
>You point a knife hoof at a civilian that had managed to stagger to her hooves.
>”M-me?”
“Yes. You. Follow me.”
>You carefully trot down the hall and open a supply cupboard.
“Take this broom, sweep all the glass in this hall into the nearest empty office you can find, we can deal with it later, for now, get this hall clear.”
>She swallows hard.
>”M-mam . . . I’m just a visitor.”
“I didn’t ask if you were a visitor, you’re gonna save lives today whether you like it or not. Move.”
>You put on your best gunney growl, the kind that puts the fear of Celestia into even the E-4 mafia.
>She gets to work, and quickly.
>She’s confused, and frightened, but doing something you don’t have time to do.
>>27689717
That's so good
I wish that it hadn't been a one shot. I'd love to see an extended version where she meets Anon, and then plot happens.
>>27693968
>You skirt a few of the larger shards of glass, silently missing your old combat boots.
>By the time you make it to the lobby, most everyone else is already back on their feet, if a bit shaky, and the injured are coming in by the dozen.
>Most are from suddenly being knocked unconscious, falls and the like, but you have two power tool injuries from a construction site that are urgent, and one stallion that was making a stew and fell on his knife when he passed out.
>Went straight into his gut, and the poor bastard’s wife pulled it out, not knowing any better.
>You have him 50-50 odds to make it through the night.
>Between the blood loss and the potentially septic wound, he was your top priority right now.
>Thank Celestia that Feel Good was only general practitioner, your resident surgeon, Dr. Clean Cut was already in.
>You sent the receptionist to find him, and to get Operating prepped while you ran triage up front.
>The nurse you sent upstairs reported back in, no injuries, but a few broken windows. The blinds took most of the kinetic energy off the shards.
>As you finish directing a pegasus with a broken wing to an exam room, the skinniest male taur you’ve ever seen barges into your aid station out of breath, bleeding, and with a mare in his arms.
>While that caught you off guard, the specific mare he was holding was more important.
>Twilight Sparkle, element of magic.
>She’s saved Ponyville so many times, it doesn’t even merit mentioning when she does it anymore.
>She’s also the personal student of Celestia herself.
>”Nurse . . . I need someone to see to her immediately.”
>You hold up a placating hoof.
>>27690523
Your writing is some of the worst I have ever seen.
You need to work on your grammar, spelling, story structure, pacing, and pretty much everything else.
>>27693979
“Calm down sir, we’ll get her into triage immediately, can you give us any info on her injuries?”
>He gently lays her on an improvised cot, which was just cushions off one of the break room couches with sheets thrown over.
>Make do or do without.
>He’s worried. Real worried.
>You can smell the shock all over him.
>That, and . . . holy hay this Mino has been through the grinder.
>What you thought was fur is actually clothing, but it’s been set fire to, covered in some nasty tar like substance, and torn up by . . . something.
>He’s pockmarked with shrapnel wounds, he’s bleeding freely from over his left ear, and both of his hands look like someone took a belt sander to his knuckles.
>Still steady though, good.
“Listen, we’re short handed and up to our eyes in casualties. You look like you can carry a pony no problem, so I’ll get her into X-ray, and you lift, shift, and heft whatever I tell you to in the meantime. Deal?”
>He might be the skinniest Mino you’d ever seen, but he was still twice your size, easy.
>He nods.
“Good. Start moving benches out front, and beds from storage up here.”
>Never look a gift Minotaur in the mouth.
>You’d never really understood the saying, but now, here you were, with a gift Minotaur, you certainly weren’t going to question the wisdom of it.
That's all for tonight folks. As always, lemme know your thoughts. I'm new at this game, and though I aim to please, your aim helps. Tell me what you like, you don't like, what you want more of, and general impression of things.
Okay, finally got this done to an acceptable level i think. Tell me how you feel about it.
>"O-oh my. This party is really packed."
>You see your date look nervously at the large crowd of ponies surrounding the large estate where the party was being held., as you turn to her with a smile.
"Don't worry. I'm here with you every step of the way."
>That elicits a small blush, and a "Thank you anon." from her.
>God damn yellow hush horse is so cute.
>Why are you so cute Fluttershy?
>Resisting the urge to ask the question out loud, you continue on to the entrance of the property.
>As you step inside, the music that permeates the grounds is blasted full force, no longer being obstructed by sound dampening doors or walls.
>At the helm of it all, you see Vinyl Scratch, controlling her sound.
>Seeing the two of you walk in, she gives you a head nod.
>You give her a thumbs up in return.
>Party on, DJ horse.
>You're taken from your thoughts by a light tapping on your side.
>"I'll go get some refreshments for us okay anon?"
>By herself?
>In this crowded place?
>That's quite unlike the Fluttershy you knew.
>But then again, she also asked to come along with you to this party to begin with.
>You and her have been going strong in your relationship for a while now, and you knew she wasn't a fan of big, crowded, social events.
>So you were taken aback by her forwardness and insistence on coming with you to the party when you told her about it.
>You're glad to see her breaking out of her comfort zone at least.
"Sure Fluttershy, that would be great."
>She soon disappears into the crowd, leaving you alone to chat with the other party goers.
>Time to socialize.
>You are Fluttershy
>And you are lost.
>This place ended up being much bigger on the inside than you thought it would be.
>Gotta find that punch for anon.
>Gotta show anon that you can take care of your colt.
>It's been at least a few minutes since you left his side.
>So you weren't feeling as strong.
>>27692749
>>27692941
I know you're posting this story for shit and giggles, Anon.
Yes, people will get triggered, or even in some cases anally annihilated and you'll get a good laugh out of that, but not for long.
Soon, no one will be replying to your posts, they'll just move on and stop feeding the troll.
When your efforts will crash against lack of any attention, think for a few moments if you really want to become a writefag.
If the answer is yes, take to heart all the critique given to you and stop writeing stoned out of your ass, it's clearly not helping you.
>>27693992
>Being around anon makes you feel so confident
>Like you could do anything.
"Aha! there it is."
>Success!
>You spot the elusive punch table.
>Pouring a cup for yourself and a cup for anon, you turn around to head back the way you came.
>Now you just have to find your way back.
>You are Anon.
>"C'mon baby, lets go somewhere private."
>And shortly after Fluttershy left, you took a seat on the couch, and got approached by this mare.
>Cherry something or other
>Anyway she was really persistent.
>You would find it kinda cute if you weren't already dating Fluttershy.
"I'm sorry to have to turn you down Cherry, but I AM here with somepony."
>"Aww what? you forget about her and come with me. Trust me, I'm way more of a mare than whoever you came here with."
>She rubs her hoof up your leg.
>Ok now it's just a little annoying.
>You don't like people who are unfaithful.
>Those who try to convince others to be unfaithful aren't any better.
>Luckily, out of the corner of your eye you see Fluttershy scanning the room with a few cups of punch, No doubt looking for you.
>As she catches sight of you, you try to subtly direct her attention to the clueless are rubbing herself against you.
>Her face takes on a look of passive aggressive anger.
>To others she looks normal.
>But you know the secret behind that face.
>As Fluttershy approaches, before she can even open her mouth to speak, Cherry notices her.
>"Get lost filly, I'm trying to score here!"
>You know that Fluttershy look.
>She's...>peeved
>Deciding that actions will speak louder to this mare than words, you pull Fluttershy close.
>and promptly plant your lips on hers.
>You hear a surprised moan from Fluttershy.
>as a natural escalation, you begin to tongue wrestle with her.
>Holding the kiss for a good few seconds, you finally release it and turn back around to see Cherry giving Fluttershy the stink eye.
"Cherry, this is my marefriend Fluttershy."
>>27693991
...I dunno. I'm getting mixed feelings on this so far. On one hand, seeing Anon's paternal side and the semi-awkward interaction between Anon and Twi makes me smile. On the other, the whole rift demon and following town-fucking explosion seems out of place. I know this can be explained with "lol magic" but I'm wondering if your had some specific reason for including all this.
Head scratching on my part aside, I enjoyed the update and look forward to the next.
>>27694049
>The next few moments are a bit tense as Fluttershy tosses out a "Nice to meet you." While Cherry remains quiet, before finally letting out a sigh as she gets up off of the couch.
>"Alright, alright, You're spoken for. I get the message."
>Sure took her long enough.
>Oh well, at least you and Fluttershy are alone now.
>After Cherry trots off, Fluttershy turns to you and lets loose.
>"I can't believe that...that..floozy was rubbing herself on you!"
>It was cute seeing Fluttershy worked up and protective over you.
>Scrunching up her muzzle, and jutting out her chest tuft.
>Despite how cute she is, you try your best to calm her down, and return her back to normal.
>Soon enough, you both forget about Cherry, as you lose yourself in the festivities of the party.
>Well, Fluttershy kind of hangs back and watches you lose yourself in the festivities of the party.
>She seemed happy just seeing you having fun.
>Not wanting her to be stuck sitting around doing nothing, you tell her about the huge garden in the back of the estate.
>How it's probably filled with animals.
>The way her eyes lit up when she heard you mention the animals was adorable.
>Sending her on her way to the back yard, you agree to catch up with her in a second.
>You needed to talk with vinyl and see about getting her new album for free.
>The perks of being her neighbor back in Ponyville.
>You are Fluttershy.
>And you are really glad you came to this party.
>There are very few ponies even in the backyard, and Anon was right when he said that this garden was probably filled with animals.
>There was just the cutest little family of ferrets!
>You we're having a nice chat with them right now in fact.
"Anon is just the sweetest colt, I'm not very comfortable around big groups, but I knew I should come for him. I have to prove to him I'm a strong mare who can support her stallion."
>*Chitter Chatter*
"Oh heavens no! He never pressures me about how a mare 'should' act."
>>27694109
Fucking christ i wish pastebin would highlight lines i preface with a meme arrow
>>27694093
>You feel a heat rising into your cheeks.
"It's one of the things I really like about him. He's so sweet and understanding."
>Your ferret companions nod in understanding, but grow spooked at the sound of approaching hoofsteps and scurry off.
"Oh wait! come back!"
>Your attention is drawn by the sound of a familiar voice asking you a question.
>"Hey, your names Stuttershy right?"
>Turning around, you see the same mare who was fondling anon earlier.
"Actually it's Fluttershy."
>She dismissively hoof waves your statement.
>"Okay I got it Buttershy. Listen, I need to talk to you about your colt."
>This mare is really getting in your face.
>You find yourself backing up subconsciously.
>With no one else around, this mare looks a lot bigger and a lot scarier than before.
>"You see, that colt you're with is a real knockout right? Colts like that are something rare and special. They need a real mare to look after them."
>You wonder if she's really implying what you think she's implying.
>"Now, I like to to think I'm a pretty nice mare, which is why I came over here to give you the heads up to back off of him."
>Well that settles it.
>You feel some of your assertiveness training presenting itself as you puff out your chest and scrunch your muzzle.
"I-I love Anon very much! and I'm not willing to-"
>You're cut off by the mare in front of you slapping you with her hoof.
>Immediately, you feel your confidence vanish along side tears getting ready to pool in your eyes.
>"Just shut up alright? Celestia, this always happens when I try to be the good mare. So I'm just gonna lay it out flat for you. You're a colty mare who doesn't deserve a nice piece of dick like that."
>Backing up further, you find yourself trapped against a tree.
>"He's so obviously into me, and with you out of the way I'd actually be able to land him. Ugly, unmarely mares like you don't deserve colts like that."
>She reaches out and hits you again.
>>27693991
This is great.
I am slightly confused about the portal thing, but I assume that will be further explained at some point.
>>27694109
>>27694135
Kill them, Fluttershy. Kill them all.
>>27694135
>posted 2 minutes ago
TOO LONG
POST MORE DAMMIT
>>27694135
>"Aww what's the matter? You gonna cry filly? Just more proof of what type of failed mare you really are. You need to just get outta here."
>A malevolent smile is plastered on her face as she rear her hoof back to strike you a third time.>"CRUSH!"
>You are anon, and getting a copy of Vinyl's new album took a lot more ass kissing than you would have expected.
>The metaphorical kind, not the physical kind.
>Hopefully you'd be doing the physical kind with Fluttershy tonight when you get back home.
>Anyway, despite how long it took, you managed to get a copy.
>Finally time to go find Fluttershy.
>Stepping out into the backyard, you're surprised at just how few ponies were out here.
>A few stand around drinking, and one standing in the far back in front of a tree.
>Actually, that coat looks familiar to you...
>It's that Cherry something or other mare that was hitting on you earlier.
>Glancing around her, you find no sign of Fluttershy outside.
>That's strange...
>Maybe you should ask Cherry if she's seen Fluttershy somewhere out here?
>Deciding that to be the best course of action, you start walking in her direction.
>The closer you get, you notice that Cherry seems to be standing over a yellow and pink color mass.
>Well, you've found Fluttershy at least.
>Though you get a bad feeling in your stomach as you see Cherry talking to her.
>So enthralled in their conversation, neither of them notice you as you get closer.
>As you approach, you begin to hear Cherry speaking.
>"-him. Ugly, unmarely mares like you don't deserve colts like that."
>You feel something inside of you snap as you see her reach out and hit Fluttershy.
>The mare you love, has tears in her eyes as she is stricken.
>Your anger continues to grow as you start in on a full sprint towards them.
>You feel strength pour into your body, to help protect the one you love, and to destroy the one you hate.
>>27694153
>Before she manages to hit Fluttershy a third time, you launch your own offensive against her with a shout.>You tackle that bitch.>Urien style.
>You are Fluttershy
>And you are the happiest mare in the world to be seeing Anon right now.
>After his shoulder's collision with her body, Cherry flew a good number of feet back into another tree.
>From the looks of it, she was unconscious.
>Though from how far she was knocked back due to Anon's strength, you can't say you're surprised.
>You barely have any time to wipe the tears from your eyes as Anon scoops you into his arms.
>"Are you okay Fluttershy?"
>Anon's eyes look so beautiful as he stares at you in concern.
>In truth, you felt pretty sore.
>But you didn't want to tell him that and upset him further.
"N-No, I'm fine. Thanks to you."
>Reaching your hooves up, you hug his neck and bury your face into his chest.
>You don't care how unmarely you look right now.
>Right now, you're just happy to see Anon.
>"C'mon, lets go home.
>You feel the steady beat of Anon's feet as he begins to walk out of the estate, on the road back to your house.
>"Hey Fluttershy?"
"Hmm?"
>"I know you might be too tired right now, but I heard what she was saying to you."
>You pull your head back, your face still stained with tears as you stare into his eyes.
>"I want you to know that none of it is true. You're the most beautiful mare in the world to me."
>You feel your lips curl up into a smile, as you sink your head back into his chest.
>There are no words to describe how much you care for Anon.
>So you say the simplest phrase that comes to your mind.
"I love you Anon."
>"I love you too Fluttershy."
>>27694168
The End
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>>27693713
>you could have told me
you had ONE job
>Going from active to dead in a matter of minutes
>You really dont know why he got so butthurt about itcause hes gay :D
>As you open the door to your house discord just walks in like he owns the place or some shit
''What the fuck are you doing in my house''
>''well i thought we have hung out together we were friends right?''
>no no no
>you're not playing that game
'' yes you are my friend but you're not staying in my house''
>this nigger.zip
>''i mean leave buh bye''
>you say as you kick him out the door
>be discord
>Tall,l Handsome and almost as gay as op
>ooh that anon always playing hard to get
>you guess you cant woo him like any other stallion
>as you teleport home you think up some strategys
>MEEP MEEP MEEP MEE-
>eugh
>you don wannna get up
>''rise and shine anon''
''HOLY SWEET JESUS''
>You damn near punch discord in the face
''dont DO that you fucking cuntbag''
>what is a 'cuntbag'? "
>''your mom dickhead''
thats all i got now
>im gaining knowledge
>>27694368
>you're sitting in your living room with discord pretending to listen as he drolls on about chaos
>for fucks sake this fucker could go on for days if he was talking about chaos god
>''so then i made the pigs FLY anon its was soo funny''
''Mmhm thats cool discord''
>you did this as you were busy playing minecraft
>a whole day gone building and occasionally grumbling awnsers and complaments you were able to sit there for a whole day
>well to the night
>snnnnnnoooooooorrrrree
>snnnnnnnnnooooooooooeeeeerrrrr
>dream.exe wants to load . load program? [Y/N]
>[Y]
loading ...o%
loading....3%
loading....12%
loading....23%
more on the way im too high
>>27693992
Ok lets check this out
>>27694190
>>27694168
That was really good and touching
>>27690770
pretty much was, a fantasy she couldn't indulge in due to the gender roles, along with an anon who may/may not have been ok with it, the subject kind o f tapered off at the point shit started to happen.
>>27694190
Pretty fucking good, mate. I'm sure that I speak for us that we'd like to see more green from you, if you don't mind of course.
>>27694190
It was quite good, although posting it on a Sunday night after most Europeans yet woken up and after most Americans have gone to bed wasn't the best choice if you want lots of feedback.
Ok, question, should I have an exposed changeling in a compromising position be turned on even more by the situation?
>>27693993
What do you mean soon? I'm already skipping his posts.
>HEY GUYS WRITE MORE OCTAVIA SHIT
Okay, Anon.
>Be Anon in Equestria.
>You're a musician, so you're looking for a job as a musician.
>There's an ad looking for a new member for the Canterlot sympharmonica band.
>You decide to apply for it.
>At the music hall there are a bunch of ponies with instruments waiting for the job.
>Plebs.
>Who uses a real instrument these days?
>Air guitar is best guitar.
>The tournament begins and you're up against Princess Luna who plays the saxophone.
>You beat her easily since she doesn't have any fingers to press the buttons with.
>Up next is another Princess Luna, this time playing the holes in her legs.
>The first Luna sees her and they get in a fight.
>They are both disqualified for this.
>You advance to the final round.
>It's a grey octopus sitting in a bowl of water with a oversized violin.
>You both rock out as hard as you can.
>The judges declare a tie.
>NOPE.
>You both flip out and start smashing you intruments into the faces of the judges.
>The crowd riots.
>Octopustavia is electrocuted when she tries to use your electric air guitar as a club.
>She lies there twitching on the ground in a sparking puddle
>Her moist flesh pulsates and writhes.
>Alluringly.
>You kick you air guitar away from her and pick the fried octopus up.
>You quietly slip away and return home.
>You might not have got the job, but you do have a date for tonight.
>>27694190
Twas a good one. MORE
>>27693991
You glorious bastard, I want more of this. Mayhap I can persuade you to write more? Perhaps with a cookie?
>>27695048
Not rgre.
>>27694190
This is well done. A good, self contained oneshot that fits the thread theme well.
>>27693480
But Anon all I did was repost my own story.The one I wrote for the O'hana of the tsundere thread.
>>27695258
I clicked on that image and was VERY disappointed when a little "+1" did not pop up
>Anon can only be seen and heard by one mare: a nerdpone who still lives with her parents
>Anon takes full advantage of this and molests her
>Nerdpone desperately complains to her parents
>Parents are just happy that she's finally developing an interest in stallions, thinking she was a filthy monosexual
>>27695586
"B-but Mom! Anon touches my...."
>Your ears droop and you can't meet your mother's eyes.
"...my parts."
>You stomp a little bit, irritation overpowering your embarrassment.
"And he won't stop! I can hardly get any sleep at night!"
>You are Mompone.
>Looks like your daughter is FINALLY having those kinds of thoughts about colts.
>Even if she IS being weird about it, you're just glad she isn't some kind of filly-fooler.
>You begin to feel something for your daughter that you haven't felt in years.
>Pride.
>>27695586
>Only one partner, a male.
>Not experimenting with other mares too.
That sounds now only pretty monosexual to me, it sounds like monogamy too!
>>27695273
Sorry sempai.
>>27695651
....fuck
>>27695698
Another happy customer. Anon's "horn massage" service is putting his horsechildren through horsecollage.
We not dying yet
>>27693958
>Dat mash reference
I love u writefag
>>27694168
Aegis Reflector!
>>27684895
>As I said, I'm not thrilled with this segment
Yeah, feels like you were lacking a bit of direction in this installment, but that's mostly when considering how strong your first part was. Still though, solid work, and thanks for getting it out there; I really like this story. If I had your drive I probably wouldn't be in a month deep writing drought.
>>27695048
It's on the list now motherfucker
>>27694144
>>27694070
I realize that it seems outta fucking nowhere now, but that's because I rewrote a section that contained most of the foreshadowing.
And then decided I didn't like that iteration at all, and scrapped it. The only trace left is line 336 in the pastebin, and it's only noticeable if you have information that will be coming out in the next update.
It does wind up being sort of a catalyst for a lot of the remaining plot though. Not all of it, but sets many things in motion. All in all, I really should have given the reader more buildup to it. I was hoping that I could impart some of the confusion and bewilderment that the characters would feel from a sudden unexpected cataclysm, but the massive interim between updates sort of made it pointless.
It was a bit of a flop, and I can see that now. Thanks for the feedback.
>>27695258
Why is that saved as a .gif?
>>27696413
Thank god someone got the joke, I threw it in last minute.
>>27694190
Writefag here
To those curious, this whole story was built around the two spoilered lines of text about anon chariot tackling a pony who angered him.
>"A tomb uncovered? An unknown pony buried hundreds of years ago? Traps? Monsters, raiders, and treasure?"
>Your eyes light up and an old, familiar excitement bubbles in your heart.
>....until you remember your coltfriend.
>You eye your old outfit sadly.
>Those days are behind you now.
>You still have plenty of enemies who would jump at the chance to hurt Anon if it meant getting to you.
>That endearing attitude of his - that he's the mare with the biggest teats around - is one of the things you love about him.
>He can deny it all he wants, but he couldn't defend himself against a group of mean ol' mares out for your flight-feathers if he tried.
>Besides, you have more bits than you know what to do with thanks to your book sales.
>Not to mention all the artifacts and treasures you have buried in various locations.
>A quiet life as A.K. Yearling and Anonymous is just fine with you.
>.....
>Celestia, you miss your old life.
>>27693901
>>Any explosion strong enough to throw you should have ruptured every capillary in your lungs, and turned you into a walking corpse.
>>You take a deep breath, and make a pleasant note of the fact that you aren’t drowning in your own blood.
WOO FOR CARTOON PHYSICS AFFECTING HIM
>>27696873
>Daring Do makes an excuse to go on one last adventure to find the perfectdongring for Anon
>"Now, Anon, you know I love you, but I can't give you the ring 'til I've properly proposed."
>>27693958
>>You are Chief Hospital Corpsmare Red Heart, or just Gunney Heart when things got thick.
Well uh... alright.
>>27696927
>cutie marks give off light and sparkles
Love it.
>>27696926
Fertility ring.
>>27696936
>Anon's testicles swell to the point where he can't wear pants any more
>>27696948
All acording to keikaku
>>27696932
I think this is the moment she got it, turning from a blank flank into a fully developed butt stamp owner.
It only glowed and sparkled once like that in her life and what a shitty moment that was...
>>27696948
Going too far, man.
>>27696948
>Until they explode.
>>27697001
>Anon must find a way to empty his sack lest it burst
>He gets to cum inside of Rainbow Dash
>>27697017
>Until she exploded.
>>27697027
Have you been watching your hentais again.
>>27697045
No he's Michael bay.
done
and how can i get a cookie too, amphetanon?
>>27697612
I don't think I can give out writing advice at the moment, because the general consensus seems to be "what the fuck is this nigger going on about" in regards to what I post.
But gratuitous sex scenes seem to do well. I mean, I haven't tried, but I'd wager that's where the real sizable chocolate chunk cookies are.
>>27697979
HORSE
PUSSY
>>27698009
We have HOT MONKEY DICK, so I have to ask; what would mares use for their vags?
>>27696595
>Thank god someone got the joke
Not sure how many on /mlp/ will be old enough to really know possibly the greatest tv show ever produced.
>>27697111
Trips confirm Bay is a horsefucker.also, topkek mate
>>27697979
I can't speak for other anons but personally i like what you've put out and would like to see where you go with it.
>>27697979
I had a bit of a 'what the fuck is happening' moment with your story, and the sudden shift from a light and cartoony world to 'OH FUCK EVERYONE IS DEAD OR DYING', but everything is written really well and I like the characters.
ALRIGHT FAGGOTS
ARE YOU GOING TO WAIT FOR YOUR WAIFU TO COME AWKWARDLY HIT ON YOU, OR ARE YOU GOING TO REGAIN CONTROL OF YOUR LIFE AND TAKE HER RIGHT THERE, RIGHT NOW
JUST DO IT NO PUSSY IS TOO HIGH FOR YOU TO REACH
MAKE A HERD OUT OF THE WORLD
>>27698547
But where's Fluttershy, the serial butt molester?
>>27698547
>you will never grab a stallion subtly flirting with your waifu-to-be by the face and shove him over, then proceed to take her virginity right there, right in front of him
>>27698887Glued to his crotch
>>27698960
The fuck? Where is his chest?
>>27698985
Below his neck and above his abdomen.
>>27694190
Nice job, it's always good to see Flutters written well.
>>27698960
Fluttershy is such a lewd mare.
I want to lick a ponut
>>27699171
Take your pick
https://derpicdn.net/img/view/2016/1/5/1059992__twilight+sparkle_explicit_rainbow+dash_nudity_fluttershy_rarity_applejack_princess+luna_princess+celestia_human.jpeg
>>27684895
just got caught up with this, i'm really liking it so far. glad to see you're alive again
>>27699228
Oh my god
I would make out with Princess Celestia's butthole all day.
>>27699611
She'd probably be really embarrassed about having to sit on a stallion's face during Day Court while he buries his head on her smelly butt
>Ponies are little. Even the princesses are.
>However, princesses are big compared to every-pony else, so one is able to carry them.
>The concept of 'Princess-carrying' is alien to ponies.
>Enter GiantAnon.
>Also, something silly like sexism is involved to make this RGRE Enough.
I just want to cuddle and pamper little princesses, ok?
>>27699740
>Princesses meet GiantAnon
>Discover why pone enjoy being smol spoon.
>>27699740
Princesses can't stand being carried by a colt, because it's demeaning.
That, or its a further status symbol, being so powerful you have colts to carry you.
>>27699838
>Making the alien colt carry you around
Even the princesses are mare supremacists. This is why I need Stallionism.
>>27699886
Only you can write a Stallionism oneshot and take your first step towards writefagdom.
>>27698547
I'll let her awkwardly flirt with me. It makes me feel wanted for once.
>>27699228
https://derpibooru.org/1130113?scope=scpe5e757e75e6f4147c3b3632f5a2979262cd108e4b
>>27699740
So would blowing raspberries into their tummies be rewards or punishments (as in, making them squeal and laugh during day court in front of all their subjects)?
>>27700318
Yes.
They would exhaustively try to get rid of you, but secretly like it.
No one must ever know they do.
>>27700318
Punishment in public, reward in private.
Adorable always.
>>27684895
OH SHIT GRYPHANON WHAT YOU DOIN?!
DRUNK AND WRITING SMUTT THATS WHAT
BUT WHY KREM AND ANON ONLY BUDDIES
OH THEY'RE GOING TO BE MORE THAN THAT BY THE TIME I'M DONE!
>but you'r'e not good at it
>so what that just means I need practice and by god its time to fuck minotauresses and get money
>>27700500
Shit, and I thought it was my shtick to come back from the dead.
It's a fucking undead necropolis in this thread right now. Frosty, Gryphanon, the dead rising left and motherfucking right . . . I love it.
>>27700543
I knew the zombie apocalypse was what would do mlp in!
>>27699740
"And as such, the new restriction on selling cakes in boxes will be hereby lifted."
>Your subjects clop their hooves on the stone floor politely, happy to have the oppressive law lifted.
>Luna put that law into effect a few years ago without you noticing as a prank against you.
>HAW HAW, CELESTIA LIKES CAKE, LET'S LIMIT HOW IT CAN BE SOLD TO MAKE THINGS DIFFICULT FOR HER
>The joke's on her, though; your SERVANTS bought the cake, which meant that you suffered no such inconvenience.
>Check and mate, Luna.
>Feeling comfortably smug, you await for your next subject to tell you their problems.
>"Celly? Are you there?"
>Oh.
>Oh, NO.
>Not here.
>The enormous, 4-inch thick mahogany doors swing silently on their hinges as the giant human effortless pushes them open.
>Easily twice the size of the tallest princess (it's you; you're a whole four inches taller than your midget sister), Anonymous strides across the stone floors of your day court, closing the distance between himself and you in a matter of seconds.
"Oh, hello Anonymous. How are you doing today?"
>Keep it cool, filly.
>Humans can smell fear.
>No, they literally can.
>Anonymous once said that it smells like urine.
>Ponies are not known for their bladder control under stressful situations, alright?
>"Just fine, Celly. I'll be even better when you're in my arms."
>NOT TODAY, ANONYMOUS
"Guards, quickly!"
>Your elite, all-mare miniature army all pop out from behind furniture and columns and other inconspicuous locations, surrounding you in a semi-circle.
>Anonymous, unfortunately, just looks amused.
>He approaches slowly, and one of your braver guards thrusts her spear at him warningly.
>>"Stay back! By the Princess's orders, you are to keep your distance!"
>>27700644
>Anonymous very calmly, very non-threateningly reaches out and scratches the ears of that brave, stupid mare.
>"Aww.... A big, strong mare like you wouldn't hurt a lil' colt like me; would you?"
>>"B-but the Princess says.... Ohhh, don't ever stop~"
>You shake your head sadly as you watch one of her rear legs kick with pleasure.
>Another mare felled by those hands of his.
>You'll make sure to write a touching letter to her family to let them know that she fell in the course of duty.
>>"He's got my ears! He's scratching my - Mmmmm~"
>>"N-not my tummy!"
>>"You LIKE that tuft, don't you? You little cuddle-slut, you."
>>"How can my cuddle-buddy be this cute?"
>One by one, each of your mares are subdued by Anonymous and his gentle touch.
>All that's left is you.
>You and him.
>Good versus evil.
>Yin and Yang.
>Black and Wh-whoo!
>In the time it took you to make dramatic (and generally inaccurate) comparisons between you and Anonymous, the human has reached down and plucked you out of your seat.
>Surrounded by semi-conscious mares, twitching and making pleased noises, you can only lay back and accept your fate as Anonymous carries you away.
>"Now, if you're done being a silly pony - "
>Anonymous boops your nose with a free hand, and you rub your itching snoozle with both forehooves.
>" - we still have time for a bath before bedtime."
>Anonymous squeezes you and carries you down the halls and in the direction of where the Royal Baths are.
>You're silent, contemplating how easily Anonymous removed you from your court so that he could bathe you.
>.....
"Will it be a bubble bath?"
>"It can be whatever you want it to be. You like rubber ducks, right?"
>You LOVE rubber ducks.
>>27700653
to cute for me
>>27700500
Be anon
>and right now, you feel disappointed
>disappointed and a bit angry
>at yourself of course
>you should've known better, you should have listened to krem
>but nooooo, you just had to be so stubborn
>you had to make it back to the sacuary tonight
>you had to here for the night
>you
>you
>you
>fuck man, you were being a greedy cunt and not considering her in anything.
>damnit you know hindsight is 20/20 but that doesnt make you wish you could go back and not do it
>traveling that route at that hour was dangerous
>late evening near the forest, the wolves were sure to be out
>you would be dead, no question about it had it not been for Krem
>Bless her soul, she fought off the pack, but not without her fair share of cuts, bruses and lacerations
>that the ancients you were able to make it back to the sacuary even with her wounds
>as soon as you got in the door she began to sway with weakness and wound
>You were able to guide her to a side room and drag her some of the way to the bed
>you got her wounded and damnit you were going to do as much as you could to make it right.
>>27700690
>your full knowledge of healing and herbology went into every waking moment to concoct the best salves for her
>find some way to ease the pain and quicken the healing process
>you know as a priest you were supposed to keep detached from any sort of amorous feelings
>but you and krem have been together for years
>you trusted her with so much
>well, not the spank bank you kept under the bedding in your private quarters but that's not important right now
>she's really grown on you these past years, and you'd wager she felt the same way
>the lingering glances
>the quick quips you shared with each other
>non verbal exchanges that said more than any conversation could
>just thinking about it gave you a slight feeling of butterflies and nervousness
>You were just a priest and she was, well someone you truly cared for
>and even if she didn't see it (well she was quite wounded) it tore you up just as much to see her in such bad shape
>but now you can help her as much as she's helped you.
>>27700766
>Its been 3 days since the attack
>the balms and salves have worked wonderfully and the healing has rendered visible results
>despite her insistance at being fine you still restrict her to bedrest, a day or two more at least is your position
>she respects your wishes and you suspect she enjoys the attention a bit too
>well, she deserves it, after all she did save you and your history with her goes back a few years yet
>however the sun is sinking rapidly and tonight is the night you make your move
>you make sure to complete your closing duties early and everything is laid out for tomorrow morning
> silently you almost float towards the room that houses the recovering minotauress
>fighting down the nervousness and million questions that race through your mind you place your hand on the door
>carefully easing the door open you enter, not suprisingly she is awake, reading a book
>she turn toward you and gives the slightest smile.
Keep it going, Gryphanon! We don't have enough posts by younor enough posts by legitimately drunk Anons.
>You are Canadanon, and summer is bullshit.
"For fuck's sake, Caramel, I'm not leaving this room."
>You wipe the sweat from your brow and glare balefully at them through the open window.
>It's awful inside your house, but you know for a fact that it's even worse outside.
"Not to water my garden; not to go to your dumb 'stallionist' meeting; and certainly not to sunbathe with you and your friends."
>Caramel paws at the ground with a hoof, making disappointed noises.
>He isn't alone in his disappointment; several of his friends were apparently hopeful that you'd accept and join them.
>"But Anon, it isn't even that hot out!"
>Fuck you, homo-horse.
>You've gone through a litre of water so far today, and you still don't need to pee.
>IT'S HOT.
>"I don't know how you expect to attract a mare if you aren't willing to bleach your fur in the sun a bit, Anon."
>Caramel tries to poke your stomach through your open window, but you slap his hoof away.
>"And how else are you going to lose all that winter weight?"
>Did this horse just call you fat?
"I'm built for the cold, Caramel. Back home, I lived in the middle of nowhere and walked to school in blizzards. Come back when that happens."
>You slam the door shut and wistfully think back to better days; colder days.
>Summer is bullshit.
>>27700887
>No "eh"s or "sorwy"s
Fake and gay, m8.
>>27700887
Amen winter is best.
>>27700806
>you smile back and slowly approach the bed
>she puts the book down
>"hello anon, am I good to get out of this damn bed yet?"
>she looks hopeful, but there is something else in that look
>oh god you why are you feeling so nervous
>she's just so beautiful and kind and well, shit lots of stuff
"no, not quite yet"
>come one anon, one last burst of courage and get her
>"what do you mean"
"there is one last method I have read about that can help make the healing process full"
>at that point you are right beside her bed, she has placed the book on a shelf and she is simpley staring at you
>those eyes tell so much
>curiosity, concern, determination, and... something else
>you untie the chord on your robe and let it fall to the ground
>oh, and you are wearing nothing underneath
"A more physical method of healing"
>you bend down and pull her into a deep kiss
>she is too suprised by your sudden action and lets herself be pulled in
>she really seems to enjoy herself
>then you feel a heavy hand on your chest push you away slighly
>her breathing was quite heavy and deep
>"A-Anon, you are a cleric and I am merely your attendant"
>her words pass in one ear and out the other
>her eyes say all that you hear
>nervousness (ha, who'd a though), longing, and one thing that sticks out to you, joy
"hush Krem, I know you want this as much as I do"
>you pull her in for another kiss.
>>27684895
>>27700690
>green of green so you can read while you read
>>27701096
>this time she doesn't resist
>in fact she pulls you in closer, so much so that you are now on top of her in the bed
>the blanket that covered her is gleefully tossed to the side
>she is still wearing basic cloths that cover her nicely sized breasts and her nethers
>you two continue to kiss
>breaking occasionally for air and to say the garbled phrase of passion
>the heat is getting to you already and the next time you break you pause to look at her
>she stares at you with a mixture of raw passion and genuine love
>you dive back in and throughout the eating face and heavy petting you help her discard her top and bottom coverings
>you continue the frontal assault however you let a hand drift down onto one of her breasts and the other moved upwards toward her neck
>it wasn't a problem, her powerful arms were gently wrapped around you
>holding you in with all the compassion of one who wanted nothing more that to never let you go
>your hand on her breast began to massage it gently and the hand on the neck began to rub it as hard as you could
>she moaned into your mouth, and you took that as a signal to keep on rubbing
>she broke her kiss with you and looked deep into your eyes with a mischievous grin
>"no fair Anon, you seem to know just the right places to touch"
>you smile in response
>she moved her hands down to your hips and positioned you right above her nethers
>which you now notice are slick and glistening in the torchlight
>"mind if I show you how a real minotauress treats her male"
>oh my
>>27700967
>You are Canadanon, and summer is bullshit.
"Fehr fuck's sayke, Cahr'mel, Oih'm not leaving this room."
>You wipe the sweat from your brow and glare balefully at them through the open window.
>It's awful inside your house, but you know for a fact that it's even worse outside.
"Not to wahter moy gahr'din; not to go to yer dumb 'stallionist' meeting; and certainly not to sunbathe with you and yer friends."
>Caramel paws at the ground with a hoof, making disappointed noises.
>He isn't alone in his disappointment; several of his friends were apparently hopeful that you'd accept and join them.
>"But Anon, it isn't even that hot out!"
>Fuck you, homo-horse.
>You've gone through a litre of water so far today, and you still don't need to pee.
>IT'S HOT.
>"I don't know how you expect to attract a mare if you aren't willing to bleach your fur in the sun a bit, Anon."
>Caramel tries to poke your stomach through your open window, but you slap his hoof away.
>"And how else are you going to lose all that winter weight?"
>Did this horse just call you fat?
"Oih'm built fer the cold, Cahr'mel. Back home, Oih lived in da middle o' noh-wahr and woihked to school in blizz-ehrds. Come back when that happens, moy son."
>You slam the door shut and wistfully think back to better days; back to when your car wouldn't start if you didn't have it plugged in all night.
>Summer is bullshit.
Better, Anon? I did my prairie (and slightly Newfie) accent the best I could.
>>27701289
I read it in a Scottish accent, good enough.
>>27701273
lord descartes demands green so I deliver, just ask LaP
>>27701276
>her muscles tense and what you though would be a dynamic entry slowed down into a nice and controlled entrance
>aw fuck she felt so good
>she had remained celibate throughout your time together and she was tight
>her soft walls gave way to you as she brought you down to her hips
>oh god she felt so good
>she gave a deep throaty moan and you were barely abel to suppress one just as passionate
>she is blushing hard, and you are probably blushing just as badly
>wordlessly she brings you back down
>her tight cunt squeezing you for all your worth
>thank the ancients you had that smut collection to make sure you didn't last but two thrusts
>through her moaning she brings you back down harder and faster into her
>you swear the heat generated off you two was enough to warm the entire sancuary a few degreees
>but you also know such activity was bad for her recovery
>grabbing hold of her arms you stop her as best as you could
"you really need to rest krem, here let me take care of the rest"
>she hesitates then wordlessly nods and lets her arms fall to the side
>>27701579
>you place your hands on either side of her head for proper balance and restart thrusting into her
>she takes it well and brings her head up to kiss you intermittently
>all the wile she didn't scream or cry out, she just breathed the heaviest you've seen her breathe
>all with a huge dopey smile on her face
> you were glad she was enjoying this as much as you were
>it wasnt long before you felt a familiar pressure building up.
>you wager she felt it too
>her arms shot up and gripped your shoulders tightly
>"don't you dare cum anywhere but inside"
>her voice was ragged but still strong
>you wanted to fufill her wish and give back to her and after a breif kiss
"as you wish"
>the fact that as temple guardians they were sterile from birth and the species barrier gave you piece of mind
>the time was nearing, the pressure was getting almost too much to bear
>with one final thrust you feel yourself release all that you carry into her and you can't help but let out a small moan
>she fairs less well, letting out a loud bellow when she felt you fill her with cum.
>her arms wrapped tightly around your body again and buried her head into your chest
>after a few seconds of riding it out, panting , she brought her head level with yours
>>27701706
>another deep, hearfelt kiss was shared
>breaking it off your stared into her eyes, two deep orbs you could stare at all day
>she was also smiling more than you've ever seen her in all her years of being your guardian
>you felt a tinge of happiness and belonging
>and her eyes told you the same
>not letting you go she pulled you into a spooing position
>though you were the little spoon, you didn't mind. she was happy
>"that tertiary method of healing really did the trick anon"
>snuggling up to her you sighed
"anything for you krem"
>you were fighting off sleep at this point
>she chuckled a bit but then her tone went serious
>"thanks anon"
>before you drifted off to sleep you swore you heard her whisper one last thing
>"I love you"
END
Yay
time for the beds
you guys are great
bye
>>27700887
This annoys me because I hate winter and cold and the only ice I want to see are the piece in my drink.
>>27701547
read it in a slighty wasted cockney irishman
>>27701745
This isn't the same gryphon from like a year ago is it? Writing style seems different..
>>27702220
Drunk writing.
>>27701794
I can always wrap myself in a blanket and im warmer, i cant do shit to make myself colder... winter 1 summer 0
>>27702546
this.
today was so fucking hot were i am. i usually were jeans socks ans sgoes with a shirt but i wore just a pare of shorts and i still felt like i would die of heat stroke. i hate colorado summers.
>>27702598
I believe you. Your spelling looks like you're suffering from a heat stroke.
>>27702653
no, that would be sleep deprivation. its cold a fuck at night.
>>27700653
>>27700644
We can always count on you writing about cute little ponies doing cute little pony things, Plug.
>>27702704
Celestia knows the truth. Those are Twilight's chicks. Nobody told Twilight that just because she has wings doesn't mean she has to have sex with winged things.
>>27699740
>>27699832
>>27699838
I did a thing RGRE...
>>27702916
12/10 Anon, art is finished. The perfect picture has finally been drawn.
>>27702916
Well drawn and saved. May use as an OP next thread.
Out of curiosity, what kind of ending do people want Cadence to get?
>>27703080
harsh yet fair
i personally want her to face what she did
>>27703080
Make her face her mistakes. Punish her in some form, but as >>27703101 said, don't take a turbo shit on her. Venus apparently had a decent childhood, so it wasn't all bad. Anon is also still mad at her, but has put it behind him.
>>27703110
>>27703080
i think anon wouldve had some lingering feelings of betrayal even after putting it behind him all those years, he could explode with emotion when finally being confronted by Cadence or the others about the circumstances of Venus' conception, birth and childhood
could make for a lot of drama and would explain the reason why cadence was just so nonchalant about aborting venus and dumping anon who was suppose to be the love of her life at the time
the lack of explanation of Cadence OOC really bugged me for the whole course of the green
>>27703080
I don't like punishing Cadence just because the reader feels that way. You don't really have to mention her at all.
>>27703164
it would leave a big hole in the plot tho
bigger than caddy's overused candyass
>>27701547
>>27701885
The Newfoundland accent is a beautiful thing.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zqLuIXwsLDw
>>27703210
lol the way i imagined it it was A LOT more intelligible
>>27703210
>house parties, kitchen parties, somethin like that
Alright, I laughed.
>>27703153
Anon was never the love of her life. He was a sex partner that should not have been able to get her pregnant. I showed this many times.
>>27703080
You're the boss here, do what feels right and natural.
>>27703271
would anon get mad about Cadence trying to pass off the ordeal with Venus as no big deal? I know he's more or less let go of the past and the betrayal, but I feel like her trying to act nonchalant about it to his face might piss him off.
>>27703271
well sure, but cadence just dismissing anon felt really OOC
she looked more like Chrysalis
>>27703271
Then I imagine that whatever negative feelings Anon felt for Cadence should have faded quite a bit in the 10+ years they've been separated. He can even have dinner with her and remain civil; it's Venus who is consistently hostile towards Cadence. I'd say, tie up the loose ends. Don't go out of your way to punish her, but try and resolve any lingering feelings of hurt or anger that Anon and Venus have, and... whatever it is that Cadence feels.
>>27703292
Authors can change the personality of characters if needed and just a character acts in a way that was unexpected doesn't mean it's OOC.
>>27703080
Good end.
Unless there's something she did later in the story i missed, Cadence was the one being fucked over.
Really the only valid argument for forcing her to keep the pregnancy was "WE NEED MORE ALICORNS".
She's entirely in the right to want nothing to do with the matter after the forced pregnancy ends.
>>27703353
Pinkie Pie would make the best mother. Fact.
>>27703317
i know
OOC really bugs me if everypony else is as they should
RGRE notwithstanding
>Anon has marefriend who tries to get another mare into their relationship
>Anon hesitantly agrees to try courting
>Eventually falls in love with the new mare too
>Has a panic attack b/c Earth is mostly monogamous and he's worried he'll stop loving his first marefriend
>Herd reacts
>>27703420
I can really imagine Anon feeling like he's cheating.
>>27703427
>You are Waifu Number Two
>Anon just ran out of the coffee shop the two of you were relaxing in.
>You'd snuck in a kiss (colts LOVE that romantic crap) and, for the first time, he returned it!
>Ponewaifu was right; it just took time for Anon to adjust.
>....right up until he panicked and left.
>He sure did look upset.
>You are Anon
>More than one waifu has ruined your laifu.
>>27703420
>>27703444
>herd becomes convinced that Anon was abused by a monogamous cult back in his home world
>>27703458
>Considers calling social services to help with Anon's trauma.
>>27702546
Air conditioning and fans don't exist?
>>27703458
"So he just ran out? Like, right after he kissed you?"
>Lyra nods frantically, looking worried.
>"Yeah! Did... I do something wrong?"
>You put a hoof to your chin and think back to all the times you were... "intimate" with Anon.
>He never had a problem kissing YOU...
>But when he kissed Lyra, he acts like a mare who'd pissed off her stallion.
>"I mean... Celestia, Bonnie! He looked like I told him he burnt my dinner!"
>She forces a chuckle, but it dies when the two of you make eye-contact.
>Mutual understanding blooms in the two of you.
>....
>Oh.
>Oh, that's not good.
"You know," you muse out loud, suspicion and dread creeping into the tone of your voice, "He always DID say that humans were monogamous..."
>You look up at Lyra, whose eyes widen in understanding.
>"Do you think he just said that because he was..."
>She wriggles uncomfortably.
>Abused stallions were always something that bothered her.
>"...punished if he tried to have a normal relationship with a couple of human mares?"
>>27703562
oh boy
you even chose best mares for this
>>27703562
Continueee.
>>27703562
Perfect
>>27703562
>Mares confront Anon together
>They look very determined and angry
>Anon thinks they're about to kick his ass for cheating on them
>Anon brings his arms up protectively.
>"Wait, no! Please, I'm sorry! I won't do it again!"
>Oh, Celestia, this is worse than you thought.
>No, you aren't crying.
>You're just......
>..............
>.........leaking acid and blood and other super marely things from your eyes.
>>27703562
oh god, someone PLEASE make this a full length green. I'll travel across the country and blow you forever.
>>27703591
daww
>>27703591
>>27703562
>Anon tells them the truth
>They believe him but they become convinced the human world is a terrible place because of how scared Anon was when he thought they were angry at him.
>>27703562
>Write up green in < 4 minutes
>Post
>7 replies, anons want more
I was not ready for this kind of pressure.
>>27703591
Acid blood, I see what you did there, on a semi related topic what would pony version of the Aliens movie be?
>>27703622
Also this, it is to common for them to try to just blow off the humans home world as anything other than male whimsy instead of the bloody shithole it really is.
>>27703655
no pressure anon
BUT IF YOU FUCK UP EVERYONE WILL REMEMBER YOUR SORRY EXCUSE FOR A STORY FOR ALL TIME
>>27702546
Oh no, I get sweaty.
Big whoop. Summer can make you uncomfortable, but winter is literally trying to kill you.
Winter and all its icy road, snowy, air burning your skin bullshit can go back to hell where it was born.
>>27703664
Except the part where it had a good start.
>>27703667
FUCK YOU SUMMER IS SHIT, WINTER BEST SEASON 2016!
>>27703605
Are you the same guy who keeps offering blowjobs for every prompt?
I'm starting to think that it's not about the green anymore.
>>27703667
It's always fun to get a periodic icestorm around where I live which can knock out power for days at a time.
>>27703662
>Aliens movie
Changelings. Not a lot is known about them and their biology, so the director took some creative licenses and made it so that they lay eggs in the host pony (possibly sexually) and the newborn changeling crawls out of the closest opening. No death via chest-burster; this is still ponyland.
>whimsy
>Mares want to believe that Anon is lying about his world
>"Mares can beat their stallions and nopony cares? No WONDER Anon's damaged goods."
Horses can kick like bastards, Anon. No wonder story-Anon was terrified that they were angry with him.
better idea:
>Anon worked on a farm
>Shows them bruises and hoof-shaped scars from brutal kicks that broke the skin or cracked a bone
>Ponies generally don't believe that Anon's world had ponies who were just dumb animals
>They think he's lying to cover up for all the abusive mares in his life
>>27703667
I remember waiting for the bus so that I could go to work, right? I'd sit there and watch the cars try to make a turn on a road with black ice. Lots of skidding, but no crashes. Made for an entertaining half-hour.
>>27703662
>>27703693
>ponies decide to go see the human world for themselves despite Anon's warnings
>get exposed to a bunch of horrible shit
>decide that humans are too violent
>whole story turns out to be a Conversion Bureau prequel
>>27703705
Agent Bon has to fight for her position in SMILE sense she has a bias toward Anon. Only time Anon is given credit for what he talks about in his world.
>>27703080
Cosmic justice: she and SA can't conceive and while she'll eventually become the ruler of the crystal empire it becomes clear that Venus is the real princess of love and finding soulmates.
>>27703705
>Conversion Bureau
NoDissuShitoAgen.jpeg
>>27703705
bad end
>Ponies decide to see the human world for themselves despite Anon's warnings
>Get exposed to an atmosphere that's had smog pumped into it for the last 100+ years
>Fall into a terrible coughing fit, vomit a bit, immediately return to Equestria
>Never return again because how the FUCK did Anon survive breathing poison his entire life?!
>They become even more convinced that Anon's world sucked and that abusive mares could exist and be common
>Operation "Buck The Earth" is implemented; they destroy the portal to Anon's world and never speak of it again
>>27703705
>>27703719
>Conversion bureau
No.
That shit is not welcome here.
>>27703705
Fuck out of here pone transformation thread, your shit deserves to die off and we wont take you.
>>27703741
>>27703730
>>27703719
It was a joke. I'll stop then.
>>27703744
We know, Anon, but it was a bad joke. Post a few lines of green and we'll be square, 'kay?
>>27703327
"Cadence was the one being fucked over"
Jesus, Joseph, and doggy style Mary
>>27703741
Transformation isn't the problem here.
If you make a decent story with both TF and RGR stuff I'd welcome it here.
Emphasis on the DECENT.
TCB is the opposite of decent.
It can go die in a fire.
>>27703791
Damn durnk if I didn't know any better I would say your sober.
>>27703327
Dude, I agree that forcing someone to carry a baby when they don't want to is pretty fucking shady. Anon has more or less made peace with Cadence in the story, but I think the focus is more on Venus.
The reason people are upset isn't because Cadence wanted an abortion, they're upset because she's a fucking dead-beat dad.
>Cadence lives the life of a princess: rich, spoiled, and never once wanting for anything
>Her baby is inconvenient, so she dumps it on her partner; you know, the one who she chose to have sex with without using protection.
>Anon works two jobs just to barely make ends meet; Cadence dines on caviar and gold-plated cakes every morning and burns all the money she doesn't spend
>Anon has no time for himself and focuses on raising his and Cadence's child; Cadence is too busy having no responsibilities to even remember that Venus exists.
>Cadence has the AUDACITY to be upset when Anon marries Luna, and even more so when Luna falls pregnant.
People aren't upset about the prospect of abortion; they're upset because Cadence is a spoiled, entitled piece of shit who didn't raise a finger to assist Anon or her OWN CHILD in the slightest despite having MASSIVE RESOURCES at her disposal. She didn't HAVE TO help out, but it would have shown that she wasn't a vile, selfish sociopath if she tried to show that she cared whether or not Venus lived or died.
That's why people don't like Cadence in this story, Durnk.
>>27703724
>not invading
>they swarm into cities only to teleport or fly away with all the men they come across
>bring them to equestria
>all the women left behind are left wondering what the fuck just happened and why magical talking horses just stole all their men away
>>27703885
Reminds me of Steel Sanctuary, from the Tech thread.
>Drones swarm the base camp of the ponies
>They're freaking out and try to kill as many as they can
>The drones break out the buzzsaws and steal all the wood from their structures and leave
>Ponies stand there, confused, once they realize that nopony was hurt and all their houses are now gone
>>27703870
shouldnt have fucked if you didnt want a baby
>>27703800
he is starting to develop an immunity to alcohol!
>>27703913
Up the dosage.
>>27703791
Yeah, good TF does exists. An easy way to write Anonpone stories without pissing off Anti-TF Fags is to straight out cut the transformation part and just skip to the comfy interaction of Anon with other pones as he gets used to his new body.
>>27703916
Introduce the alcohol intravenously!
>>27703929I will never ever read Anonpone or a TF story.
James Bond in RGRE
>>27703897
>>27703870
It was quite reasonably expected to be impossible for cadence to get pregnant from the sex.
They had different numbers of chromosomes for fuck's sake.
It's like getting a beetle pregnant from throwing a cum soaked tissue into the garbage in terms of expected likelyhood.
There was never any agreement to have a child.
>Cadence has the AUDACITY to be upset when Anon marries Luna, and even more so when Luna falls pregnant.
I didn't see that in the story.
You're putting it a bit extremely, but yeah that is strange/fishy
If anyone had a responsibility to provide for Anon and Venus in this, it would be Celestia and Luna who helped Anon force the pregnancy to continue.
But Anon was the one who first pushed the "Keep the pregnancy" agenda and ultimately is just as much to blame as anyone else.
>>27703929
This
>>27703895
I like this idea.
>Bugpons deal with invaders by stealing everything not nailed down.
>They also steal everything nailed down too.
>And the nails.
>>27703951
>" 'License to kill'... whatever, big guy."
>>"Are you sure it isn't 'license to grill'? I could sure got for a grilled cheese right now, colt."
>The group of mares walk away.
>Their laughter echoes long after they're gone.
>>27703964
>Implying Bond would tell someone about his license to kill
>Suggesting that he would blow his cover to such an extreme degree
MAXIMUM PLEB
>>27703966
You work for MI6 now?
>>27703951
>bond meets pony bond (Bon-Bond) they both try to one night stand each other
>>27703976
Cue awkward staring contest followed by each trying to use there knockout/amnesia gadgets on each other
>>27703956
>Be real-life human male
>You're very rich; obscenely rich.
>You had a kid like ten years ago or something
>His mom works two jobs and can barely afford their shitty apartment
>You didn't want the kid, but she did
>The law says that you have no obligation to help them out; and rightly so.
>Are they dead? Who cares! You certainly don't.
>Good think you're a sociopathic piece of shit with no empathy or else you'd feel kinda bad that the woman you had unprotected sex with a bunch of times struggles daily.
>You COULD throw a few dollars their way (not even a drop in the ocean of your countless billions), but fuck that noise, amiright?
>Who needs basic human decency and empathy when you're rich?
>PARTY TIME WHOO
If your argument is that she shouldn't be forced to help Anon and Venus, then you'd be right. She has no obligation and the law is in her favour. It's called being a decent human being, Durnk. I'm under no obligations to donate to charity or to help someone when then need it, but I do it anyway. I look at someone suffering, and I think "I can fix that a little bit" and so I help out. If I was rich as fuck and had a kid that my ex-lover and I agreed that I would have no legal part of, I'd still do SOMETHING to help out if they were barely making ends meet.
>>27703929
>anonpone
>anonfilly
>good
>>27703956
The situation you've described is called an "accident." If risks, outcomes, and consequences aren't taken into account by all intents it is not what most would call a mistake.
Unfortunately for everyone on Earth accidents don't happen; shit happens. It seems that this holds true for Equestria. I don't know if you know this, but someone has to take care of the shit. Fortunately for you the big wonderful culture of Equestria, where the sex means nothing and the foals don't matter, is here to save you. But wait! You've gotta have the foal because reasons! Afterwards you can go and do the same thing you've been doing. This pregnancy ruined absolutely nothing for Cadence. The end results, having the foal or not having it ended up being the same, it was only the 6 month inconvenience that is referred to as the "life-ruiner."
Anon takes care of the shit here. He's garbage man on a team of two, and the other worker is asleep. Like a fucking asshole.
>>27704019
>>27704060
Well said.
>>27704019
There's a reason Conflagration is worst pone
“Oh my [i]stars[/i] what a [i]day[/i]!”
The front door to the Carousel Boutique was thrown open. In the dark, empty, silent house the telltale sounds of magic could be heard. There was a click, and the once dark room became lit up.
The living room was a good deal more crowded than it had been the day before. Boxes were littered everywhere, each of them filled to the brim with everything from clothes to books to action figures. In a few days all of it would to sorted and put away, but for now it just sat there, a testament to all of the hard work that had happened that day.
Rarity, with a slow meandering pace, made her way into her home. Her eyes were half-lidded and there were a few hairs out of place in her mane. The unicorn had been running around since early morning getting Anon moved in. Boxes had been moved, a new bed had been ordered, ponies had been made aware as to what was going on.
Anon, with both arms laden with bags, was next to enter the house. His shirt was soaked in sweat, his back hurt as did his arms and his dogs were barking up a storm. If Rarity had had a long day his was an even longer one. Most of the heavy lifting in his move had been done by him and he could feel the price of refusing the unicorn’s help. But, oddly enough, though he was aching in places that he didn’t even know that he could ache, he still found himself smiling like an idiot.
“Well, it’s going to be a long couple of days,” he told the unicorn, walking into the living room and setting the bags down before sitting down on Rarity’s diva. “We still gotta get all of this stuff put away.”
Blowing a big of her mane out of her face, the fashionista walked over and hopped onto the diva with him. With a tired whine she put her head in his lap. “And not only that but we must find somepony to purchase your house.”
>>27704231
Her whine turned into a happy groan as Anon began running his fingers through her mane. While any other time she might have chastised him for ruining [i]hours[/i] of work with those fingers of his she was tired. And besides, feeling her digits scratching her scalp was [i]just[/i] what she needed after a long, hard day like today.
“Well, at least Rockington likes her new digs.”
Opening an eye, Rarity looked over to her coffee table. There, about as big as Anon’s fist, was a rock sitting on a small pillow. Opal was pawing at the thing with a flabbergasted look, as if she didn’t know what to make of it.
“It seems like Opal is taking a liking to her,” she mused, taking a moment to appreciate just how ludicrous her statement was.
Humming, Anon let his hands wander from her scalp to her neck. His fingers began digging into the stiff muscles there, making her groan aloud. “Holy cow are you tense,” he muttered as she wiggled into his lap.
The unicorn’s groan turned into a mewl as he applied a little more pressure. Her eyelids fluttered. “Oh that is indeed [i]wonderful[/i]~” she muttered, her tail flicking back and forth happily. “You are indeed a treasure, my dear.”
“Well, hopefully I’m the cool kind of treasure like a magic sword or doubloons,” Anon told his marefriend, kneading her withers.
Rarity bite her lip as she felt his thumbs rubbing circles along her back. Though she would have liked nothing more than to just lie here in her coltfriend’s lap until she fell asleep she nevertheless reached up and grabbed his hands. There were better places to fall asleep, and she wanted to properly wake up in his arms.
>>27703931
>this kills the anon
>>27704244
“While I know that you cannot keep your hands off me you [i]ruffian[/i] I must insist that you contain yourself,” she said, giving the back of his hand a kiss. “You can lavish me another day, darling. Now it is getting late and the two of us must be getting to bed.” Not wanting his other hand to feel left out, she leaned over and planted a sweet kiss on that hand as well.
Though Rarity, couldn’t see it, her human was as red as a fire truck. He could feel a tingle in his hands from where the unicorn had put her lips. That tingle worked its way up to his chest, making his heart beat a little faster as Rarity let out a sleepy hum. Though he wanted nothing more than he pulling her up onto him and cuddle her on this fancy couch until the two of them fell asleep, he forced himself to pull his hands out of her hooves.
“Alright then, if my lady wishest to slumber in the comfort of her own chambers then I shall see to it that she does.” Wrapping his arm around her, he picked up her. “Come, let us be off to dreamland.”
The unicorn giggled in delight as she wrapped her hooves around his neck. “As you wish, my prince,” she said, resting her chin on his shoulder.
It was a quick trip up the stairs and into the bedroom. Not bothering to turn on the lights, Anon walked over and set Rarity onto the bed. The unicorn, with another pleased giggle, wiggled under the covers as he kicked his shoes off. His shirt was next to go, then his socks. Yawning, he lifted his arms up high, grunting as he felt bones popping.
“Woo, what a day,” he muttered, looking out the window. “What a day.”
He turned around to see Rarity. The unicorn had just her head poking out from the covers. “Come along dear,” she said, patting the space beside her.
>>27704263
For a moment Anon was speechless. The pale light of the moon shined through the window, illuminating everything in the room. Rarity, his marefriend, seemed to be glowing in this soft, gentle light. In it he could see her perfect smile, he could see the warmth in her eyes and the way that she oh so delicately held onto the edges of the covers. He opened his mouth to say something, maybe make her giggle with a joke or a quip, but his mouth wouldn’t work. She was beautiful; stunningly, jaw-droppingly beautiful. And she was all his.
A tint of pink flash across the fashionista’s features as he stood there dumbstruck. “Come along, darling,” she cooed, pulling down the covers a bit. “It’s rude to keep a lady waiting.”
Her horn glowed, and with a gentle tug of her magic she began to pull him toward her. She sat up as he got closer, wrapping her hooves around his neck and pulling him into the nape of her neck. He let out a sigh as his face was buried into her scent, her softness, her warmth. In the quiet stillness of the room he could hear her heartbeat. From above he could hear her breathlessly giggling.
With a firm tug, and a smile on her face, Rarity pulled him onto the bed with her. Anon, not removing his face from its spot, wrapped his arms around her barrel as, with another spell, the covers were thrown on top of him.
“There we go,” the fashionista murmured, rubbing the top of his head with her cheek. “Right where you belong.”
She could feel Anon’s hot breath wash over her neck as he sighed. She could feel the tips of his fingers grazing the small of her back. No doubt soon they’d make their way upward toward her withers and her neck. When that happened Rarity was sure she’d find herself in her favorite position, with her chin resting on his shoulder, safe and warm and enveloped by her big teddy bear of a coltfriend. But before that happened, before they feel asleep in each other’s arms, she needed to do something.
>>27704296
“Anon? Could you be a dear and look up at me for a moment?” she asked, running a hoof through his hair. “Please?”
Her smile widened when he looked up at her. “Whatcha need, Rar—”
The fashionista leaned down. “Mwah.”
Anon twitched as her lips came in contact with his cheek. As she pulled away her smile turned mischievous. She could already see him reddening. If she played her cards right she could him so flustered had he’d be a blushing, shimmering mess.
“Good night, my dear,” she cooed, leaning down to nuzzle his nose.
As she did that though something flashed across Anon’s face. He leaned up and planted a chastised kiss right on her lips. His eyes closed as their lips connects, ending sparks up and down his body. Rarity let out a girlish squeak into his mouth, though she didn’t move away. Her eyes were wide as she looked down at his scrunched up, red face.
Heart pounding in his chest, he deepened the kiss, relishing his marefriend’s softness, her warmth, her smell, the way that her lips tasted.
While he was no stranger this kiss felt different. It was like he was a little kid again and the girl he liked had agreed to give him a smooch for his grape Jolly Ranchers. His thoughts were running a mile a minute, he felt himself getting sweatier by the second, he felt so anxious that he wanted to crawl under the bed but he also felt so excited and happy that he wanted the kiss to last forever. When he could take no more he pulled away with a gasp. Lightheaded and so red in the face that he could probably been seen from space, he looked up at Rarity.
The unicorn was just as red as he was and breathing hard. “Oh… oh you [i]rapscallion[/i]. Having your way with a lady like that!” she said, touching a hoof to her heaving chest. Before he could say anything she darted down, pressing her lips against his.
>>27704317
His eyes fluttered closed as the sensations came rushing back in full force. He didn’t know how long the two of them laid there, nuzzling and kissing and holding each other, but when he finally came to all he could see was his marefriend eyes.
Rarity had her forehead pressed up against his, and she was giving him a look that made his heart ache in the best way possible. Looking down he noticed that one of his hands was wrapped around her hoof. He had it pressed up against his chest, his thumb tracing the delicate frog.
“If our fates were not intertwined I would be very sore with you,” fashionista said, looking down at him with mock indignation. “The two of us have not even begun to date and you’re stealing kisses as if you were entitled to them like some harlot!”
Anon chuckled, nuzzling closer to her. “Better to be entitled than untitled, Rare bear.”
Rarity’s mouth twitched, and a smile once again came to her face unabated. The two just looked at each other for a long moment, their eyes shining.
“Good night, darling.”
Anon could feel her free hoof wrapping around his shoulder, the fur on her leg tickling his bare back.
“Good night, Rarity.”
Rarity hummed as she felt his arm wrap around her barrel, making sure that she wouldn’t get away from him. Anon gave her hoof a squeeze and, without a second thought, she squeezed back.
“I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Promise?”
For a moment, Rarity seemed to glow as she stared at him hopefully, wistfully. Their lips connected as the two shared one last kiss.
“Promise. Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.”
>>27704344
Alright, I got one last chapter left after this. like always, comments are appreciated. What you see now if not the finished product
Why is Rara so good.
>>27704358
She's pure pone, no GMO's or additives.
>>27704379
Especially after you wash her.
>>27703327
Durnk get your pro-choice BS outta here, Cadance was the villian here, not the victim.
>>27704467
>Cadance was the villian here
I can completely see where Durnk is coming from. After all, there was this law that meant that Can'tdance, after consenting to unprotected sex with an alien species that was thought to be unable to get her pregnant, had to stay that way and give birth to the child.
And then Anon had to raise it alone. Well, with semi-random visits from the literal God-Empress of the world. Who didn't contribute any more than Calzone did (or did she, I can't actually remember?).
TBF, it's unlikely that Anon was saddled with Venus. He probably could have pawned her off, just like Constanza did, but on the crown instead.
However, in the realm of the story, Condense was the villain. Maybe antagonist, rather than villain, but she was the one who provided the conflict. And that was provided by her being self-serving, rather than self-sacrificing. Because Anon made the same mistake she did, but has been the one with the actual consequences: bear in mind that Shining Armour didn't actually know about Venus, so she isn't exactly well publicised. So whilst I can see Durnk's viewpoint, I disagree with him.
And it isn't worth arguing with him about it, because his is an emotive viewpoint, not a rational one. That does not invalidate it in any way, but it makes it MUCH harder to impact his viewpoint.
>>27704379
>>27704358
>Rara
>good
>pure
>>27704591
Dumb phoneposter.
>>27704612
>Implying
>>27694190
My only criticism is that Cherry went out like a light. We didn't get to savor the moment where she realizes she fucked up big.
Other than that, it was grand.
>>27703681
I, starting to think it was never about green to begin with.
>>27704317
>>The unicorn was just as red as he was and breathing hard. “Oh… oh you [i]rapscallion[/i]. Having your way with a lady like that!” she said, touching a hoof to her heaving chest. Before he could say anything she darted down, pressing her lips against his.
>Your wiafu will never gently kiss you while murmuring soft objections under her breath in between capturing your lips with her own
>>27705063
>"Oh, Anon, we really shouldn't..."
>Celestia pecks you on the lips, colour tinging her white cheeks a soft pink.
>"I'm the ruler of a nation. Imagine how much trouble we'd get into..."
>Another kiss, a bit more energetic than before.
>"My little ponies would expect me to propose to you. Can you imagine the scandal if you didn't accept?"
>A tongue brushes against your lips and, shocked, you open your own pair to let her inside.
>"Would my subject accept you? Oh, you'd have to spend all your time with me so that I could ensure your safety.... how dreadfully inconvenient for both of us..."
>Celestia is panting now, and the subtle aroma of her sweat fills the air. She licks your lips in a quick swipe before plunging her tongue into your mouth.
>"And what if you couldn't provide me with an heir? We'd have to try over and over again until it took, wouldn't we?"
>Celestia rears back on her hind legs and wraps her forelegs around your shoulders. She's gone beyond kissing - she's tongue-fucking your mouth now.
>"That's what you wanted, isn't it? To get bucked over and over by me, you dirty harlot."
>>27705193
>You are Anon
>You were just trying to buy some groceries.>Your waifu will never aggressively court you
>>27704263
>Though he wanted nothing more than he pulling her up onto him
This doesn't sound right.
>>27704353
its so cute and so cozy
these are the kind of stories i like
>>27705193
hhhhngggg
>>27705360
I can live with this.
>>27705360
>>27705402
I just want to bury my face in Celestia's soft, warmchest fluff.
>>27704834
If it makes you feel any better, I originally had an epilogue in whichshe is paralyzed from the neck down for the rest of her life.
>>27703571
Does bonbon have a horn?
>>27705530
Anon_Is_Delighted_By_Celetia's_Chest_Tuft.png
>>27705595
no she...oh god she does. what the fuck.
>>27705595
>>27705624
Duh, it's princess Bonbon.
>>27705624
Bonbon is a changeling. She screwed up her disguise this time, but Lyra didn't care, since more horn for her holes.
>>27705631
Lyra knew. She's known this entire time, but loves Bon Bon too much to risk losing her.
Is the Anon is seen as a god by all not pony stories still being written?
>>27705847
Why yes, friend, it is. I've just hit a ... not writer's block, but just writer's I'm-fucking-lazy-right-now?
>>27705859
You know what fixes that right up? Writing.And if that doesn't work deadlifts will
>>27705859
>>27705893
Or drinking. Drinking lets you make all kinds of decisions.
>>27705893
Doesgoing to bedfix it?
>>27705925Going to bed fixes everything, Anon. Now go to bed.
>>27705940Night pops
>>27701745
I am flattered, truly. Drunkgreening for my silly story like you did, that's awesome. So awesome in fact, that you've inspired me to try a hand at it myself. The interaction here between Anon and Kriemhild is all non-canon, but I am using some canon bits here and there to establish them as characters here that may come up in the actual story.
>You pull the flap of Kriem’s tent open.
>She sits inside, legs crossed and back turned to you.
“Kriem?” you call out to your trusty traveling companion, voice somewhat shaking with worry.
>The tauress raises her head and slowly turns to peer at you over her shoulder.
>She opens one eye to gaze upon your form.
>You step further into the tent, your affliction should be obvious to her now.
>Her eye lowers to your waist.
>Your hands cup the region in front of of your crotch.
“It’s happened again…” you whine.
>Kriemhild blows air though her nostril.
>Your member throbs, nudging against the palm of your hand.
>You hear the sound of cloth brushing against grass.
>When you look up, you find Kriemhild has now turned to face you.
>She pats her thigh, “Come, sit down.”
>Elation courses through you and you hurriedly move to her side.
>You lift the hem of your robes up and expose your lower half to her.
>Cloths held firmly in your grasp, you plant your bare bottom in Kriem’s lap and release your robes to drape down behind you.
>Kriemhild brings an arm around your back.
>Her hand rests gently at your hip.
>You tense up from the contact, but the warmth radiating from her hand relaxes you.
>She raises her other hand and brings it close to you.
>You can almost feel her warmth on you before she even touches you.
>Her hand clasps around your shaft.
>It throbs once in response, the brief feeling of tightness sends shivers up your spine.
>Your body trembles slightly and a ragged breath escapes your lips.
>>27703715
Kek, that could be as funny as it is sad.
>>27706065
>Hips thrust of their own accord and you clench your eyes tightly as your tip escapes through the top of her hand only to return back into her grasp.
>”Settle down Anonymous” she commands roughly.
>You want to keep moving, you want to be relieved of this burning desire.
>But you obey her command.
>Your face feels hot, breathing is heavier despite doing very little activity.
>Kriem chuckles, her eyes are on your face which must be quite flushed right now.
>Her piercingly blue eyes lower and she begins her ministrations.
>You wrap your arms around her torso, her sizable chest engulfs the arm crossed over her front.
>Your face buries itself into the side of her chest piece.
>The scent is pleasant, earthy fleshtree bark and a faint hint of vinegar and berries.
>You can feel a light pressure upon your back and hip as Kriemhild motions her hand up and down your length.
>She’s tense.
>The muscle hidden by a light blue coat of fur is bulging slightly against your back, likely caused by her tighter grip on your hip.
>You let out a quiet moan as she gently caresses the union between tip and shaft with her thumb.
>She returns to stroking.
>The tent feels stiflingly hot compared to moments before when you had first entered.
>Your breathing is heavy and loud compared to Kriem’s slow,measured, quiet breaths.
>Occasionally your gasps and mewlings sound out over the sound of slickened flesh rubbing together.
>Her hand is so warm now.
>She has coaxed enough fluid from you that she can now stroke you with a tighter grip.
>The shifting pressures upon you make your head feel light.
>She focuses her attentions upon your tip, each gentle rub makes your body twitch.
>Your breathing quickens, legs tense as she brings you near.
>You let out a low moan and bury yourself once again into her supple chest.
>Your body convulses, hips thrusts and you can feel your body expel the desire from your now spent form.
>>27706073
>Kriemhild continues gently caressing the middle of your shaft, collecting your seed into the palm of her hand.
>It overflows and drips steadily from her cupped palm.
>You breathe heavily, the scent of your milk and your combined musks permeate the warm air inside the tent.
>Kriemhild’s eyes look over you, she shifts her arm so you may rest more of your weight against her.
>Kriem is silent, save for the faint rumble in her throat as she exhales.
>You enjoy this close silence with her for a time.
“Why does this happen to me so often now?” you muse aloud.
>This is the third time over the last six days that you have become burdened with this desire.
>Kriem is silent for a moment, you did not pose the question to her, but you can tell she is contemplating it.
>”You are leaving calf hood behind Anonymous, transitioning into a proper young bull.”
>You huff.
“Then this affliction must relent eventually yes?”
>Kriem raises an eyebrow.
“You have not expressed this in all the time we have traveled together, so when I reach your age I shall be free of this burden as well.”
>Kriemhild chuckles, almost breaking out into proper laughter you think.
>”I am a tauress Anonymous, I do not think you can use me as comparison.”
“I do not mean for this exactly Kriemhild! I know you are different. I speak of feeling so very hot all over but without becoming sweaty. Of having a burning desire course through your veins and settle in one area to such a great amount that it aches.”
>Kriemhild’s eyes widen for a moment then quickly return to their cool state.
>She is quiet for a moment, then blows a puff of air through her nose before responding, “Yes, I know the feeling all to well Anonymous. It does become more manageable in time.”
>A feeling of relief washes over you knowing that this affliction is only temporary.
>>27706082
>You peer into the tauress’ blue eyes, “So then, when it cannot be managed and you experience what I do, do you also require assistance?”
>Her pupils dilate, dark overtaking just a bit more blue than before, her mouth opens to speak but no words come out.
>She closes her mouth and remains that way for a moment before speaking out, “I do not require assistance, no.”
>Your heart is in two places.
>It has sunk knowing that she does not need you like you need her, but is also hopeful at her emphasis on the word ‘require'.
“Oh… b-but you would not turn away assistance would you?”
>Kriem’s eyes flash, her brow furrows, "What are you asking, young pureblood?"
>You feel a weight hang over you at her use of your title, she's trying to push you away again.
>But you are resolute!
"I-I would like to help you, like you have for me Kriemhild."
>The tauress averts her eyes from you, she looks to the flap of her tent.
>Your body is very heavy now that your affliction is tended to.
>A yawn escapes your lips.
>"It's late." she notes, eyes still locked to the tent.
>You follow her gaze and see the moon hanging high in the sky through a small opening between the flaps.
>"You should retire for the night, we have an early outing planned for tomorrow remember?"
>You want to say more, to insist, but you are feeling quite spent now.
>She supports you as you rise and resettle your robes, you kneel and place a gentle kiss upon her cheek.
"Goodnight Kriemhild, Ancients watch over thee", you whisper to her.
>She grunts in response and you make leave for your own tent nearby.
>You open your lightly clenched hand.
>The boy's thick white milk drips slowly from the sides of your palm.
"Help me?" you muse aloud.
>You blow air through your nostrils and curse your own weakness of spirit.
>You are supposed to be the boy's guardian, not his predator.
>He is of age, and the Creators gave no commands of celibacy to their children.
>>27706092
>In fact, they encouraged promiscuity, even more so among the pureborn.
>Tales of their sexual prowess are well known in the seedier annals of history.
>A sigh escapes your lips, your eyes fall back to the warm liquid in your hand.
>You think to the flushed color on his cheeks.
>The way he holds to you tightly when he is close.
>His little gasps and moans.
>The thick heady sent of his seed.
>It's salty taste as it coats your tongue.
>How you would like to just take him and-
>Your eyes fly open suddenly and you find your palm tipped up in front of your face.
>Warm liquid trails down your throat, heating your gullet quite nicely.
>Your breathing is labored, heart pumping loudly in your chest.
>You are distinctly aware of how cold it is in your tent now.
"Meditating through the night will not be easy..." you grumble to yourself, trying to ignore the burning heat of your loins.
>You slowly bring your eyelids shut and try to focus.
>"Kriemhild!"
>Your weary eyelids part slowly.
>"Kriem?" Anonymous calls to you again, there is no fear in his voice that you can hear, just concern.
>"I have refilled our containers of water and prepared our breakfast, are we not getting an early start?"
>It is hot, but judging by the light streaming into your tent, the sun has barely been out.
>It's not the air that is hot, it's you.
>The flaps to your tent shift and Anonymous barges through, "Kriemhild! Were you not the one always scolding me for dallying? You yourself said that-"
>The young bull pauses when his eyes fall upon you.
>Worry becomes him, you can see it in his eyes and hear it in his voice, "K-Kriem? Are you alright?"
>You should lie to him, call him a pureblood to shut away his concerns.
>But you cannot bring yourself to do it.
"Do you recall what we talked about last night, Anonymous? Your offer?"
>>27706097
>Anon's jaw closes, his eyes brighten and a giggle escapes his lips, "Of course Kriemhild, it happened just last night. You seemed quite against the idea then so I did not press you. What relevance does this-"
>The boy is inexperienced, but he is no fool.
>Realization dawns on him, he brings a hand up to his lips slowly, "Oh..."
>The boy steps closer to you, slowly.
>You remain crosslegged, your body thighs twitch as you are better able to pick up on his scent.
>Sweaty, from the early morning's labor.
>Anonymous kneels before you, eyes looking into your own, "How can I assist you?"
>This is it Kriemhild, you can still turn him away now.
>After a moment's deliberation, your hands tug at the straps under your right pit.
>Your chestpiece falls, Anon's eyes follow the small binding.
"Like I have to you, I need your touch upon my bosom."
>His eyes raise again and fall upon your chest.
>You lay back and Anonymous scoots up to kneel next to your chest.
>You place a gentle hand upon the small of his back and usher him over.
>He leans and hovers his hands just above your breasts.
>His eyes look to your face questioningly.
>You take your free hand and cup one of his in yours.
>You guide it and lay it upon your breast.
>Anon lets out a small breath and doesn't move.
>For a while he just stares at your chest and his hand.
>Then he squeezes, just barely at first.
>Were it not for the tingling sensation that accompanied it, you would not have known he had done anything by sight alone.
>He brings his other hand up and cups your sizable chest with both hands.
>Together they compress your teat evenly on both sides.
>Your eyes shut as the waves of pleasure radiate out from there.
>It has been some time since you have last known the touch of another male.
>And his curious, naive touch is Elysian.
>The boy get bolder as time goes on, tracing a gentle digit over your engorged and pointed nipple.
>He even pinches them lightly, you didn't even have to make the suggestion to him
>>27706107
>The fur on your thighs become more damp with each passing moment.
>Your breathing is mostly steady, a result of your years of training, but the pleasure you feel is enough to occasionally garner a shudder from you.
>Anonymous is becoming more forceful, trying to coax more reactions from you.
>A largely stiffled moo escapes you suddenly after he surprises you with a sudden twist of both nipples.
>You open your eyes and see the smug smile upon his face.
>The smile drops and you note the flushed state of his face.
>The slight gyration of his hips as he pleasures your body.
>You know what he is going to say before he even speaks your name, "Kriem... I feel-"
>You touch the boy's arm and lower your other hand to his hip.
"Come, sit here on my chest."
>You lower your hand further and slip a hand under his robe, you cup the smooth skin of his soft rump and goad him up.
>He rises and bunches his robes, exposing his thick throbbing member.
>It's already slick at the tip.
>He throws a leg over you, straddling your torso and lowers himself down upon you.
>You grab him by the hips and pull him closer, the tip of his cock nestles itself just in between your breasts.
>You bring a hand up and grasp his firm member.
>He bites his lip and bucks his hips, your body tingles at the sensation of his smooth skin graze over the fur on your chest.
>With your other hand you touch his chest and gently push him back while beginning to stroke him with the first.
>His eyes glaze over with pleasure and his hips begin rocking back and forth with your motion.
>Your lips burn with desire at seeing this.
"Anonymous, place a hand behind you, rest it upon my hip" you command.
>He blinks himself out of the pleasurable trance and does as you say.
>Your hips buck this time, desperate to force something deep inside your slick walls.
>You let out a breath to calm yourself before continuing.
"N-now, place the other down, between my legs."
>Anon glances over his shoulder, then back to you.
>>27706116
>He nods slowly and returns his look behind him.
>You fight the urge to tremble as his hand slowly trails down your waist, fingers spreading apart as the reach the small tuft of fur just above your nethers.
>You fail to suppress the gasp as his hands cup your burning lips.
>Anonymous' hand gently rubs your swollen eager lips.
>Your head feels light, and your hand moves slower.
>Fingers curl into an 'O' shape, you press the ring onto the tip of his taurhood.
>It's hot and slick, with a little resistance, you slip his head through and curls your other fingers around his shaft.
>You grip him firmly, the beating of his heart can be felt through his veins in your palm.
>Anonymous squirms on top of you.
>You unfurl your other fingers, but slide the tightened ring down his length.
>Pre seeps out and joins the damp patch of fur between your breasts.
>You imagine your lips to be your fingers, the feeling of taking him all the way in with no ring present to stop you.
>To feel the small patch of fur at his base tickling your clit.
>Anon whines and you release the binding your fingers made at the bottom of his shaft.
>Each passing of his smooth, lithe fingers over your lips is a wave of pleasure.
>Like an addiction, you eagerly await the next dose.
>"You are quite hot Kriem... and slimy too" he giggles to himself, "Like petting a warm furry frog."
>Your hips rock back and forth in time with his touch, you are far too absorbed in this sorely missed pleasure that you cannot acknowledge his joke.
>He is sending you quite close to the edge now, with slight bits of guidance from you on where and how forcefully to touch you.
>Given Anon's ragged breath and the amount of fluid pooling in your chest fur he must be close as well.
>Anonymous' eyes shut tight and his back arches, "Ah~ Kriem! I'm... I..."
>You rub the boy's arm.
"Relax Anonymous, give in."
>His thighs tense, your ribcage is clenched in between his legs.
>>27704019
Given the way he jumps to her defense on this all the time I wonder if he might have bailed on a kid too.
>>27706127
>One hand grips the fur of your hip tightly, the other clenches up as well.
>Thumb presses on the spot just above your clit, pinching it against you and the base of his thumb.
>Two of his fingers enter inside and press against the roof of your inner walls, the other two pinch your outer lips against his knuckles.
>The suddenness of his entry coupled with the compression of your clit sends you over as well.
>His head buries itself in between your breasts, thick hot milk expels out and paints the space between your teats.
>Anonymous' cock pulses free of your mammary hold and he even sends a few strands of cum over your head and some falls onto your chest as well.
>His face is full of color, half lidded eyes and tongue just barely exposed as he basks in the feeling of his afterglow.
>You too are enjoying the hypersensitivity of it all, each grazing of silky smooth skin against your fur.
>The bittersweet feeling of his fingers leaving you like a flaccid member spent, but your womb remaining empty still.
>The mesmerizing sight of his chest rising and falling with each labored breath.
>You guide the spent young bull down and he rests his head upon your lesser soiled side.
>He nudges your breast with his head as he settles himself into the crook of your arm.
>"I thought... I thought we were getting an early start on today" Anon goads through heavy breaths.
>A smile spreads across your face and you chuckle as you slide an arm down his back.
"Yes well, plans have changed."
>Anon does not press the issue further, seemingly content to lay curled up beside you.
>You let out a relaxed sigh and feel fairly content yourself.
>The two of you remain like this for a time, basking in your afterglows, enjoying the ambient sound of your own relaxed breaths.
>Anonymous breaks this bliss with a question, "Do you remember?"
"Remember what Anonymous?"
>"When I was young?"
>You chuckle.
"Do you mean now?"
>>27706137
>Anonymous huffs playfully, "No Kriem! When I was youngER... I would stay up well past my usual sleeping time, begging you to continue telling me of your trading exploits."
>You do remember, how could you forget the stars in his eyes, twinkling brighter than anything the night sky could offer as it hung over you both in that empty hall.
"I do" you respond fondly.
>"You would tell them to me, until long after I had fallen asleep beside you."
>You hum.
>"The mornings after, I would always awaken to find myself not on the cold stone floor, but rather, in your arms, like this" he says, nuzzling you.
>You remember meditating to his rhythmic breaths as he slept against you, you often wondered if he was comfortable.
>Your firm and weathered body was meant for other purposes after all.
>"I have never slept more comfortably than I have on those nights."
>You chuckle, having gotten your answer.
>"I am serious Kriem! And the only reason I never said anything about it before is because I was torn."
>You raise an eyebrow at this.
"Torn?"
>Anonymous buries himself into the side of your teat for a moment to compose himself, "Well, I loved falling asleep in your arms, but I also loved hearing your tales. Had I asked you to stay every night, I feared I would never hear any new ones."
>You chuckle quietly at the boy's innocence, that this was distressing to him, and you feel somewhat honored to have had enough impact in his life that you would cause him this distress.
>Anonymous joins in your merriment with laughter of his own.
>You bring the boy in closer, he responds by nestling himself in even further.
>You both lay there watching the outline of the sun through the thin sheet of your tent as it trails lazily over the sky.
Okay, and that's it. Hope it was alright.
>>27706065
Oh okay, I was getting pretty confused for a minute there until I re-read that bit at the top. Missed the 'non-canon' part.
>>27706129
Let's keep things from getting too personal, Anon. That went too far.
>>27706148
Aw, fuck that was cute. You write cow tits real good.BTW how old is Anon in canon?
>>27706148
I LIKED IT
WAS CUTE AND SWEET
>>27703210
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=drVqGhjI558
>>27706129
>Durnk drinks to wash away the guilt of leaving his child behind.
>Day 87
>You've run out of food
>Water isn't short behind
>Mr.Coffee had to be left behind
>Mrs. Buttersworth has gone missing
>You reach out towards the window, grasping at the freedom just beyond
>That same idiot-dog raises both her arms and wiggle-waves at you with her whole body
>. . .
>Why is this your life
>You are ANON, and it's been like, a whole HOUR since Twilight left
>An HOUR
>And you're not getting that back
>That is valuable time you could've spent putting peanut butter on the doorknobs of houses
>That is valuable time you could've spent yelling "ORANGE" at Zecora
>That is valuable time you could've spent being 'that one summer boy', working as a lifeguard at the ponyville pool
>All you do is wear a speedo and bend over to pick things up
>. . .
>Who are you kidding, you'd do it for free
>ANYTHING TO GET OUT OF THIS PRISONHOUSE
"I'm so BORED."
>You rest your head on the arm of your couch, letting your body relax
>Twilight better hurry back or else you might actually OPEN YOUR FRONT DOOR AND LEAVE
>Like apparently that's a crime now
>You continue to pout like a master
>Hmm.
>The dogs are helping the minotauren setup what looks like a festival tent
>Right in the middle of the street
>..... well, I'm sure traffic will reroute itself
>One of the dogs suddenly points straight up, and they all go apeshit
>Please be purplesmart please be purplesmart please be-
>Nope
>Just the mailpony
>.... this is gonna be good
>You are Derpy
>Sgt. Derpy, if you were still back in the corps
>One too many shellings left you...
>How did the medical ponies say it?
>'a liability'?
>Well that's what they meant. What your CO always said was "a sun-damned lunatic."
>She'd always smile when she said that
>. . .
>If you'd have herded with anypony from the corps, it'd have been her
>. . .
>Anyway. Looks like your subscription to INFOWARS was right - the Diamond Dog menace had finally boiled to the surface
>buildthemoat.greatagain
>>27707157
>Well. You're sure as tartarus not going to let these filthy immigrants stop you from doing your job
>And technically, this would be called an "unruly mob", if you're stretching the definition-
>They've spotted you
>Well, hello
>As one they start barking and jumping up at you
>. . .
>A grin spreads across your face
>Time to lay down the LAW
>Err. "Self Defense"
>You take a sip of your mostly irish coffee
>"WHAT HO!" Derpy shouts, planting all four hooves on one unfortunate mutt's face before launching back into the air
>"HO! HA HA! HUP!"
>It's like something out of a musketeer movie
>Flips, kicks, smug faces, Rube-Goldberg-esque devices, frilly hats-
>Yes, she opened a package and donned a frilly hat, but at this point you're willing to vouch for her
>Rarity won't miss it
>"YO-HA! A HA HA!"
>Now she's fencing with one of the robe-dogs
>cardboard versus stick, of course
>. . .
>Honestly, in this moment, you don't miss the internet too much
>I mean, you don't have much wank mat-
>The dog is disrobed
>WOW that's a lot of tits-
>You cough slightly, the bite of whiskey forcing you to slow down
>Looks like Derpy's slowly working her way to your house, so
>Might as well get prepared to greet company?
"HA!"
>You stop a hoof on one of the loose floorboards on the makeshift stage, sending the other end up into the jaw of a dog
"AND AGAIN!"
>Kicking an empty barrel, you send it - hee - barreling over some of your foes
>Excellent! That's opened a path right to his mailslot!
>He he. Mail slot.
>Galloping forward as fast as you can, you tune out the baying of the hounds
>So close - 10 lengths... 5... 3!
>You turn you head and lift a wing, grabbing Anon's bundle-
>*click*
>Hmm?
>As you whip your head back you almost boop Anon's bundle with your muzzle
>All your reactions kick in at once, and you dig your legs into the path, your movement coming to a dead stop
>Your momentum however, doesn't
>>27706639
He sound just about "Hey kit, wanna /ss/" age.
>>27707239
>As you pitch forward into this stallion's crotch, many things run through your mind
>Like, 'what will my supervisor think about me aggressively headbutting a colt on my route?'
>and
>'Why is Anon in a bathrobe at 2PM, smelling of whiskey and boredom?'
>but probably the most pressing is
>'Why does his scent make my tongue go numb'
>and 'What did I do to deserve such a glorious end?'
>You do not question Celestia's gifts, you just accept them
>And closing your eyes, you shove Anon ass-first through his own doorway, landing in the hall
>His door shuts with a resounding *thud*
>. . . followed by the resounding *thuds* of your pursuers slamming into it
"-IN IRONS. I WILL TAKE YOU TO THE CANINADA EMBASSY IN IRONS."
>You are Twilight Sparkle
>And you are having an anger aneurysm
>Having summoned as much magic as you can around you to magnify your voice, you continue browbeating the Diamond Dogs
"I HAVEN'T BEEN GONE AN HOUR AND YOU ARE ASSAULTING GOVERNMENT EMPLOYEES-"
>One of these idiots dares to raise a paw
>"B-but she was approaching the master's Most Sacred La-"
"I DON'T CARE!"
>Windows rattle at your outburst, and everyone's ears go flat
>Puffing out your tuft, you land, poking a hoof right in the gut of that bitch
"Look. One more incident - ONE. MORE. And you're all gone."
>"So what you're saying is, we should make it worth it?"
>You glare at the cheeky-as-fuck Helga, who visibly flinches
>Bad Move.
". . . GUARDSMARES."
>"MA'AM!"
>A hundred sets of hooves click in unison
>You don't break your gaze
"Patrol the crowds. Anyone starts anything, you cuff 'em. Understood?"
>"MA'AM!"
>Say something
>Say something you cheeky cunt
>. . .
>That's what I thought
>Rolling your shoulders, you walk forward to Anon's house
>You saw him take that hit - Derpy's a good mare, these are extenuating circumstances, so you won't press assault charges - but you need to check on him
>. . .
>You inhale slightly deeper, making sure that tuft sticks out
>>27707332
>Twilight "Getting Shit Done" Sparkle
Now that's more like it.
>>27707332
>You read somewhere that power's an aphrodisiac
>And you know colts love a mare in charge
>And huge tufts are best tufts...
>N-not that you're trying to take advantage of the situation t-to flirt with him!
>That would be very unladylike of you
>. . . But, if the situation is thrust into your saddlebags, you might as well carry it, right?
>. . . Look, he's the only colt that didn't either ignore you when you were a librarian, or suck up to you once you ascended and he treats you like you're *normal* and nopony really ever did tha-
>Breathe
>You breathe in through your nose
>Out through the mouth
>Stop justifying
>Just be
>You magically try Anon's door, jiggling the handle
"Anonymous? Anon, you in there?"
>A soft groan is all you get in response
>Whelp. That's good enough for you
>A twist of aether here, a punch of mana there, and the door lock opens to you
>SUDDENLY FACE
>"H-hi, Princess!"
"Gah!"
>You blink a few times, shying away before you realize who it is
"H-hi... Derpy."
>The pegasus nervously smiles at you
>"I-I brought you a letter!"
>She hoofs over your mail - huh, your sports illustrated came in-
>Wait
>This is a distraction
>You quirk your eyebrow at the mare
>"I-I'll have you know I served with distinction in Alpacastan and had over 300 confirmed boops-"
>You shake your head, smiling softly.
"It's ok - it's ok. There were extenuating circumstances - It's alright, I understand... but, uh...-"
>You roll your hoof, pointing at Anon
>Well
>At his flank
>It seems he's kneeling, face on the floor, ass up
>U-unf
>He's also not moving, but you can tell by his groans that he's alive
"What exactly.... happened?"
>Colts can be so dramatic, so it's not far-fetched that he could be milking this...
>"Ah... hee, well..."
>She swallows, looking away
>Well, you *think* she's looking away
>You lean in close, and she starts mumbling her confession
>. . .
"YOU HEADBUTTED HIM *WHERE*?!"
=====
and that's it. Small update, I know. Pastebin update incoming.
>>You inhale slightly deeper, making sure that tuft sticks out
That's basically the pony equivalent of strutting around with your dick out, right? Chest tuft?
Alt universe where a mare's tuft is straight-up a horse cock and balls.
>>27707476Now go and start deadlifting
Pastebin Updated: http://pastebin.com/pJ47xx9g
>>27707469
Yeah. I'm trying to write her as a "feeling-her-oats" princess. One who's willing to do what is right, but will second-guess herself.
>>27707479
Think more like... Flexing in a wifebeater. Like, imagine a jackass on a beach literally holding a flex while walking around. That's what this is.
She's doing her best to make it look "natural".
>>27707495I want to, but I don't know how. Teach me the way of hueg, horse-mom.
Deadlifts are hard. Lumbar curve is not my friend.
>>27707504
>>horse-mom
>Horsemother
That sounds like a kickass band from the 70's.
>>27707476
im pretty sure its always you writing stories with anon getting hit in the nuts
all the time
in every story
>>27707548
It's how you weed out the weak sperm. Only the strongest can survive a nut-shot, thus only the strongest offspring can be conceived. It's an old ritual from Luna's time, pre-banishment, that isn't actually practiced nowadays.
Luna hasn't actually been informed that the practice has stopped.
>>27707476
didn't realize this was related to the diamond dogs green for a moment.
Derpy is great
>>27707548
You know that Tumblr post about how you can always tell someone's fetishes from their other work?
>>27707563
>"Anonymous, stop running from Us! We're only thinking of Our foals!"
"So am I!"
>>27707588
oh god
writefag here
please say it ain't true
I'm frantically thinking through what I've ever written
>>27707563
stop
stop
>>27707504Eeeeee writefag used my title for the Octy/Vinyl story
Sparkle. GETS. SHIT. DONE.
>>27707601
Not until only the strongest offspring are born. Now get over here; I'm about to help you produce only the best of the best of the best.
>>27707597
Don't worry, nobody really notices it until it's pointed out.
By the way, have you noticed how Tom Hanks is always peeing in his movies?
>>27703080
Poetic justice. Shining and Cadence cannot conceive / Flurry is born with debilitating birth defects. They then must learn to live with the cruel hand fate dealt them.
>>27707626
Or how Quentin Tarantino has foot-shots in all his films?
>>27707548
Every story? I don't... think so at all. I know there's no nutshots in
>A Civil Cuddle War
>Just Talk to Him
>Cow Tipping
>What would you Do
>Sextape Anon
>Overprotective Celestia
>Warhammer FlutterK (I think)
>Fluffy Jacket
.... I think you're confusing me with another Anon.
>>27707588
Nope. Purely for comedic/setup purposes.
>>27707629
>poetic justice
>horrible birth defects
>"cruel hand fate dealt them"
3edgy5me
>>27707636
To be fair, nut-shots are pretty hilarious. I speak as a man who hasn't gotten kicked in the nuts any time in the recent past.
>>27707642
No, they aren't. I don't find debilitating pain in anyone funny in the slightest.
>>27707656
Only if it isn't happening to me.
>>27707670
What is that? Sociopath? Psychopath? I always get the two mixed up.
>>27707656
but that's why shows like MXC were funny
>>27707689
Both, thank you. Get it right you faggot.
>>27707690
Don't even know what that is and it likely wasn't very funny anyways.
>>27707239
>WOW that's a lot of tits-
I chuckle every time.
>>27707703
You're starting to sound a bit mad, Anon. I think you're just objectively wrong. Nutshots are funny.
>>27707721
I don't think you know what 'objectively' means.
>>27707744
Pointing out flaws in my grammar isn't an argument, Anon. I think you're just angry that you're non-subjectively, objectively, not right in your opinion.
>>27707756
It's your opinion and your opinion is shit.
>>27707766
Don't be like that, Anon. Why are you upset? I don't know about you but I've got a great big smile on my face while I type this.
>>27707782
Yes, I'm so upset right now. Playing the 'u mad' card is pretty low tier, anon.
>>27707795
C'mon, don't be such a grumpy gus, I was just teasing you. I would've let this go but you kept responding to my posts.
>>27707809
Embarrassing.
>>27707828
I know right? I thought it was pretty obvious. For god's sake my first post was asking him if he was mad. Anyway, I have a lawn to rake.
>>27707848
It's either summer or the dead of winter depending on where you live, why would you need to rake right now?
>>27708193
I got a bunch of dead grass on my lawn that I never got around to removing. I'm using one of these bad boys.
>Oral is largely unheard of in Equestria because of a pony's body structure and the way they mate; the male mounting the female, the male pumping for a few seconds, and the mare being impregnated
>Overall, it's just an awkward thing to accomplish
>Enter Anon, who introduces mares to the concept of belly-to-belly mating and the possibilities of an exposed set of genitals>Anon discovers that Fluttershy has the most adorable, quiet squealing orgasm when he's buried in between her legshttps://e621.net/post/show/923955Please ignore that the link has ponies giving oral on their backs, going against everything I said in this post.
why has it gone from arguing to blogging
>>27708296
>those sounds she makes
hhhnggg
>>27708317
Fluttershy is best waifu. Loving, thoughtful, unassuming, and makes the BEST noises during sex.
>>27707157
This is standalone right not a continuation of something?
>Mare tries to get Anon's attention
>Anon crouches, balancing on his toes and resting his arms on his knees, and smiles
>Mare does her best to keep her composer and be strong for Anon, but his pose (mixed in with his teeth) is similar to a predator readying himself to pounce
>Anon makes many ponies uncomfortable and he has no idea
>>27708340
My nigga.
>>27708344
Nah, dude, it's the story where the Diamond Dogs show up to worship Anon, and then the Minotaurs do too. I don't know why you can't just instantly pick up on it from the first word with your mind-reading powers like the rest of us.
>>27708360
I'd imagine fluttershy might be the only one not affected.
>>27708360
Ponies nervous around the predator stories are always fun, especially when everyday behavior to us could be considered frightening to them.
Shukaku! Please make the next thread "Fluttershy Is Best Waifu Edition"!
>>27708436
Or she'd be the one to treat you like a dangerous animal that must be respected, and do things like bow her head with her hears laid back, or roll over on her back and expose her belly to you.
>>27708503
"Someone wants belly rubs."
>"Wh-what?!"
>>27708296
>fluttershy's moans
>>27703271
I never understood why people are so butt hurt over this. IMO she bears no responsibilty for the kid. Just like my father bore none for me since only mom wanted to keep me.
>>27708597
shes so quiet and breathy
>>27708645
Let's not get started again. We've already proven that your opinion is wrong.
>>27708645
Is your father obscenely rich and let your mom struggle to survive raising you?
She got to push away all responsibilities and continue to live as a literal, actual fucking princess, while Anon had to work multiple jobs just to to survive while raising their daughter.
The anger mostly comes in because she's being presented as sympathetic when she is a literal, actual PRINCESS who did this.
>>27708645
Why do fucks like you always come off as sociopathic when you make that argument?
>"Oh, I COULD help, but nobody is holding a gun to my head, so I'm just going to sit there and watch them suffer without feeling a single shred of decency or sympathy or even empathy."
>>27707629
yudodis
> Anon in largehorseland
> Ponies are actually horse size and shaped
> Celestia is huge
> Because Anon is slender of build and doesn't have a fur coat, he looks like a minor
> Tries to date mares, but they all get uncomfortable, or talk down to him
> Finally asks for a private audience with good ol' Sunbutt
> "Hey lady, wanna /ss/?"
> Makes her feel young for the first time in centuries
>>27708932
> Ponies are actually horse size and shaped
nope
>>27708932
>/ss/
What does that actually stand for, incidentally?
>>27708956
super saiyan
>>27708956
Obviously, it's a /pol/ meme.
>>27708956
Straight shota.
>>27708956
Straight shots, ie older woman taking advantage of young boy.
>>27709009
>>27709014
Why you gotta go and ruing the fun?
>>27708719
The only one of 3 responses that actually has a valid point.
>>27709026
One should always help anons find out about fetishes. Isn't that the purpose of this Chilean hieroglyph website?
>You are Anon, and Pinkie's sister has come to visit.
>Girl really loves rocks.
>Maybe she'll like some rock puns?
>Pinkie Pie speaks up before you get a chance, though.
>"I hope you enjoyed yourself today!"
>HERE IT COMES
"I did, Pinkie."
>You make eye-contact with Maud.
"I had a real GNEISS time. I know we had a bit of a ROCKY start, but I've learned never to take your presence for GRANITE."
>You are Maud Pie.
>You're so wet right now.
>>27709116
Kek>Not Marble
>Anon likes to make puns about ponies' job/cutimark
>[Sexual horse noises]
>>27709116
love it
>>27709089
>Chilean hieroglyph website
FUCK
I was here for Somalian Shadow Puppets. Where did I go so wrong?
>>27709760
You were supposed to take a left turn at the Djiboutian Pidgin Stenographers' place.
>>27709140
Oh my
>>27703929
>Be Anonpone, in a bar, watching rainbow dash try to pick up some dick
>You fucking hate this world so much
>After getting summoned to equestria by a big bad evil horse you almost broke reality
>Luckily/Unluckily Princess Aspergers managed to cast a spell to transform you into something that wouldn't cause reality to cease
>The spell turned you into a mare
>The spell was supposed to turn you into a form that was "appropriate" for this world, and since the gender roles are reversed it must have decided you'd fit more as a mare
>Fucking magic
>If you were a stallion you would be swimming in horse pussy
>But as a mare wanting horse pussy makes you a faggot
>Rainbow dash seems pretty adamant in insisting that she's no faggot
>Yeah right fucking Rainbow Dyke
>So she's trying to prove it to you by nabbing you both some stallions
>You said you didn't want any of that shit but she just looked at you uncomfortably before ignoring that you said that
>So now you drink your itty bitty little pony liver to dust while watching Rainbow Dash strike out repeatedly with stallions around the bar
>It was funny at first but quickly became sad
>She's looking more and more desperate as time goes on
>After so many hours of this she sits down dejectedly beside you
>"...You used to be a guy right? That means... that means its totally straight if we hook up right?"
>If you were a better man you'd turn her down
>But you're Anonymous
>And so you look her dead in the eye and tell her"Only if we say no homo afterwards."
>>27710201
>gender transformation
>>27710201
Go on. Disregard >>27710214, this could be interesting.
>>27710201
So I'm not the anon from earlier, but I do tend to avoid TF stuff, because it ends up focusing on body dysmorphia, and the author adds all sorts of mental issues because special snowflake. Skipping Anon getting used to that works well. It could be interesting as a larger piece... So keep going
>>27710201
Interested if more is planned though it seems like a one shot to me.
>>27707476
> 300 confirmed boops.
I didn't know Derpy was a Booperator.
>>27710243
Whould appear so... oh i know let's get a write friend to help! CELESTIA follow the magic ball of throwing to a write friend!
>Someone says TF can be good if just done right and not shit
>Shit out a oneshot while making sure to avoid pitfalls and awfulness to make a point it can
>one immediate kneejerk reaction from someone saying Xsubject is shit>>27710214
>Followed by 3 quick reactions of "Please more this seems 'aight." >>27710221 >>27710240 >>27710243
Next time a writefag asks if it is alright to write about subject X just slap them upside the head. As proven, quality green is quality green.If people want I can try again with effort this time. It is actually pretty interesting, less the actual transformation but the mix of anon being turned into a girl, a pony and also a "faggot" since he'd also like mares.Anon decides to own being a faggot but "be a cool faggot, like freddy mercury".jpg
>>27703966
He would to get laid
>>27710275
>>27710278
IT WORKED! Yes please mightiest of write friend, tell us a story.
>>27710278
yeah ok, i have a pretty big knee jerk reacton to these things. you can do your story without me shouting at you from the sidelines. i just wont read it.
New thread when?
>anon goes full neanderthal in the everfree
>doesnt remember much but he does remember how to make bagpipes from stolen materials
>annoys pones with this by playing them all the time
>pones figure out hes male
something happens. i just want to see anon annoy ones with bagpipes
>>27710290
>those lips
She's like an alien.
>>27710388
"So, Celestia, I noticed you guys don't have any genitalia. What's up with that?"
> "Oh, we do, Anonymous. It's under the tongue. That's why ponies have prehensile lips."
"Neat."
>>27710311
Maybe now.
>>27710433
>>27710433
>>27710201
I'm not a fan of tf or tranny or gay but this could actually be interesting. If nothing else that's some fresh creativity you cooked up there anon.
