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>>27816858
Anyone remember that green of Twilight trying to push Anon to read more juvenile books and being shocked at him reading Tolkien? Not sure if it was this general or its own thread, but I liked that one.
>>27816966
no, fuck off
Favorite comic hero from zebra lands.
>>27816966
>Book horse says "Read less"
>Anon in Equestria.
>Textbook breaks her leg.
>>27816980
>Anon is seen as a superhero by zebras.
>He's like wonder woman to them.
>Cute guy from far off place.
>Dresses sexily.
>Can kick your ass.
>Punting horses instead of neck snapping.
>Garden hose of truth.
>Anon was a contact sports player on earth(football, rugby, ect...) and decides to pick up a few equestrian sports, see how hey play.
>He still has some habits from earth, like patting a teammates shoulder in passing, and of course, the ass slap after a good game.
>Problem is, while he's playing in a colts league (or mixed), those actions are mare ones.
>Colts get confused and sometimes aroused by their teammate.
>>27817523
>Ball Polisher's days of "experimenting" in horsecollege are brought vividly to mind after a good game has Anon passing out ass-slaps.
>>27816967
Wow rude.
I'm working on the Gripes of Wrath, but, our thread waifu caught my heart. So, enjoy this totally unplanned oneshit that will probably turn into another fucking long saga. Fuck.
>Be Sea Shell
>You wiggle a little in your seat, the red vinyl making that squeeka-squeeka noise that you like so much
>Mmmm. How do they make vinyl?
>Isn't there a pony named vinyl? She's a DJ, right?
"Hmmm...."
>You notice your hips start to move-
>OH
>IT IS A ROTATING STOOL
>The Candy Bar is the BEST BAR
>You rotate your hips
>slowly moving to the right
>*thunk*
"Eeee~"
>Grinning wide, you heft your weight, now rotating to the left
>*thunk*
"Eeee~"
*squeeka squeeka squeeka-*
>*Pfff*
>Huh. You didn't make that noi-
>You inhale sharply and deeply as a blush forms across your muzzle
>Damnit SS, why are you such a ditz
>A colt - you can tell by the deep voice as he talks to the mare behind the counter - sits down RIGHT NEXT TO YOU
>DAMNIT
>You quickly twist your body so that you're facing the counter again, your hooves reaching for your lime-and-seltzer
>You sip it slowly, like a badflank mare
>Yeah. That's right. There's not even any ADDED SUGAR to this!
>Your lips pucker a bit, but hopefully he doesn't notice
>....
>Notice me!
>Nooottiiiccee Meeeeeeee-
>You are Anon
>And although SCC has some of the best confections out there
>They don't really have a large drink selection.
>Milkshakes, ice cream - sure, but. If you wanted something with some real fizz, or anything non-dairy, you had to look elsewhere
>That's why you're at The Chocolate Bar, an aptly named soda joint
>And judging by how much fun that mare at the counter is having, this is an excellent place to grab a drink.
>>27817685
It's just summer. Don't let it get to you.
>>27817818
>You sit down next to the girl, apparently surprising her
>Heh. That whole "moving silently" thing is both a blessing and a curse
>Though, the bell did chime
>And you did say hi to some ponies in the bar
>And to the greeter
>...and to the bartender-
>Ah well. To each their own
"Hey."
>"Well hello there, sir! Welcome to The Chocolate Bar. Are you looking for something smooth or fizzy?"
>You mull it over a bit
"Hm..fizzy. What are my options?"
>*sip*
>"Well, we've got lighter, fruity flavors, or some darker, richer ones. Do you want a sensation, or something to relax you - or pep you up?"
>*siiiiip*
>Hmm. Tons of choices - the bottles behind the mare remind you of an actual bar...
"Let's try something with a kick. Anything sour?"
>"I have some kumquat syrup-"
>You grin
"Yeah, let's go wi-"
>*siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip*
>You nod at the mare before slowly turning towards your bar-buddy
>She's looking up at you, holding her glass with both hooves, a sour expression on her face - even behind the loopy silly straw
"Uh... Hello?"
>You smile softly - no teeth, no need to spook
>"Gah! Hah... ahh...-"
>She heaves for a while, catching her breath, before looking at you with steely determination
>"I did it, ma!"
>You nod softly, giving her a little clap
>You are SS
>WHY WAS THAT THE FIRST THING YOU SAID
>WHY
>You wanted him to notice you
>And then you thought about all the things you've done in the past to get noticed
>Sure, you weren't... the favorite in your family growing up
>I mean, you got your cutie mark by messing around on the beach, for Celestia's sake
>It wasn't a Sextant like your oldest sister
>Or a tornado like your middle
>Or matching boxing-shoes, like those twins behind you
>. . . you tried hard, ok!
>And just cause you were thinking about all the stuff you've done to get noticed
>And to impress... anypony
>You let your mouth run
>And now YOU RUINED IT
>YOU JUST WANTED TO BE NO-oh hey, he's smiling>....shit what do you do now?!
>>27817818
>You notice your hips start to move-
>OH
>IT IS A ROTATING STOOL
>"Eeee~"
>*squeeka squeeka squeeka-*
I'm still working on her desigh and mane\tail style and yet she's already my new waifu. That was fast
>>27817888
Goddammit BNW, you write cute like nobody's business.
>>27817910
Our artists are also good at drawing cute too.
>>27817921
Awww, thanks. I thought that you haven't seen that one
>>27817888
>Ok ok ok you can do this
>You can do the thing
>Puffing out your tuft, you give him your winningest smile
"That had no sugar in it!"
>. . .
>Mentally you facehoof
>THAT IS WHAT YOU FOLLOW UP WITH
>WE ARE SUPPOSED TO NOT BE EATING OUR OWN HOOVES HERE
>"Well. That's certainly impressive - though, I wouldn't order that. Not to my tastes."
>O-oh. OK, he's - he's impressed!
"Y-yeah. I'm a toughie!"
>'toughie'?
>aaaaaaahhhhhhh
>He chuckles softly
>Oh that's a smooth voice
>"I don't doubt it. Do you want another?" His paw reaches out and stops his drink from sliding past him, pulling it from the bar rut to between his forehooves. Forepaws.
>...why are colts just so... effortlessly perfect?
>dangit now you're going to make it awkward because you don't know minotaur anatomy!
"I uh. Whats-"
>As he takes a sip of his drink, you point a hoof in his vague direction
>"I.. oh! This? Sure - here."
>He turns towards you and slides his drink forward, smacking his tongue against the roof of his mouth
>"It's got a kick, though, but-"
>...haaaaaaaaa he's sharing his drink with you?!?
>What are you doing right and how do you do this again?!
>You try to mouth out some words, but you can't
>This... this is just like one of your japonese-
>You are Anon
>And... maybe you've offended barbuddy horse?
>She just keeps looking at the end of your straw, blushing, and murmuring something
>... oh! Oh, right. Duh.
>You're so used to everything being perfect in this technicolor marshmallow planet that you forget things sometimes
>Like, yanno. Maybe ponies are ok with mouthing everything, but that might not extend to non-pone races
"A-ah, here, then. Just use your straw-"
>You reach over and pluck her super-silly straw out of her drink and plop it in yours
>"eeeeeeee-"
>Oh shit now she's just emitting a soft squeal and rotating in her seat again
>Fuck you don't know horse etiquette
>You start looking for the exits incase you need to bail
>SENPAI IS SHARING HIS DRINK WITH YOU
>AAAAAAAAAAA
Did I miss anything exciting while I was gone?Hello to the new writefriends! I'll be catching up on the last couple of threads once I'm done posting this.
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Last time: Moondancer turns Anon down for the second time after accidentally talking about her porn and the value of stallions in the workplace.
This time: I don't know. I'm making this story up as I go along.
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>You are Moondancer
>You have locked yourself in your room to mope and generally be useless.
>You feel awful.
>Not in the sense that you did something wrong and somebody's feelings got hurt, but awful in the sense that you.... just feel bad.
>Like, really REALLY bad.
>You've been laying on your bed since you woke up four hours ago and you really don't feel like doing anything else.
>You had brief thoughts of reading through your Dungeon Mare guide book for Ogres and Oubliettes, but decide not to.
>What's the point?
>There IS none; it's pointless.
>YOU'RE pointless.
>You're pretty hungry, but you're content to let your stomach eventually start eating itself.
>Maybe you'll lose a bit of weight, for once.
>Fat-flanks.
>........
>What is Anonymous' problem?
>Why does he keep finding you and talking to you?
>What does he want?
>They ALWAYS want something.
>Why else would anypony talk to you?
>Luna's Moon, YOU don't even want to talk to you.
>You're just thankful that your roommate doesn't care enough about you to do anything when you're in one of your moods.
>You're just fine with being alo-
>BANG
>"Moondancer!"
>Your door swings open and slams into the wall with a loud SLAM!
>Light pours in from the hallway lamps, blinding you.
>You're overcome with the urge to hiss, but you tuck your horseautism away at the last minute.
>"Moondancer, get up right now!"
>What's your roommate doing here?
"C-colgate?"
>>27817965
Whoops. Sorry, BNW, I didn't see you there. I'll post when you're done.
>>27817935
>AAAAAAAA
>Ok ok ok ok
>W E W L A S S
>You breathe in deeply, stopping your wiggling
>Time to MARE UP
>MARE UP and make him YOURS
>Seal that deal!
>Do the Dew!
>Shoot the Hooch!
>Boop the Snoot!
>At some point these psych-up phrases will work and you'll do the thing!
>...it's not working!
>You swallow hard and look up at him again
>He's looking around - probably for another, better mare
>...just like your mom said they wou-
>No
>Not again!
>You're wrong, ma!
"I'll show you!"
>You plant your hoof on the counter and lean forward, taking your straw in your mouth and giving it a good suck
>...you know, this could be lewd-
>You grin and look at the colt's face as you continue to suck out the air, the fluid rising around one look
>You give him the eyebrows
>he grins a foxy grin
>two loops
>Mmmm... Working the tongue along the straw, the fluid goes through it's third and final loop
>Work your tongue for the release - that's what colts like, right? Just lick the bottom an-
>Your mouth is now awash in sweet, fizzy goodness
>....until your brain realizes what flavor this is
>You have made a terrible mistake
>You are Anon
>And dangit, you fucked up
>Of course the barmare gives you a tall drink
>Of course, you didn't slide it far enough over
>Now this adorable mare, who you're trying to be nice to, has to lean herself over and fumble with the straw
>You give her your best "I'm so sorry" + "why can't we be friends" look
>She wiggles her eyebrows at you
>You smile
>At least she's taking it with grace
>Dangit. You can be really careless somet-
>*bof*
>Woah
>. . .
>"Ah...haab....nnhhaaa"
>...did her face break the sound barrier?!
>You've never seen a pony scrunch up that hard or fast before
>She looks like a fucking pug
"A-are... are you ok-"
>"heb....heeeb....ah haaa-"
>You are Sea Shell
>And you have made a TERRIBLE MISTAKE
>as soon as the taste hit your tongue, you scrunched up
>HARD
>Your vision goes dark
>You are likely to be eaten by a Grue
>>27817933
I see all things.
>>27817965
No, go go go. Free me from the prompts, free me from the adoption of new, long-ass stories. Only by interrupting my green can this be done.
Free me.Post you faget or else I'll get all the stallions to scrunch at you.
>>27818003
Can do, cockatoo.I like what you got going so far
>>27817965
>Your voice is rough from thirst (you didn't feel like getting up to refill your water bottle), and you're suddenly aware of how bad your mouth tastes.
"Wh-what do you wa-what can I do f-for you?"
>Keep it polite, Moonie; if you aren't, then your roommate will just get mad at you.
>"You and me are going to have a talk!"
>Oh mare, she sounds REALLY pissed.
>You nod, not really wanting to hear the sound of your own voice.
>Your roommate, Colgate, nods back and walks away, leaving your bedroom door wide open.
>....well, you might as well get up.
>You've got no excuse not to talk to her.
>You get out of your tangle of bedsheets and walk out of your room, marvelling uncomfortably at how the air suddenly smells much cleaner as you enter the hallway.
>You quickly grab a sweater that you're PRETTY SURE isn't dirty and trot over to your bathroom.
"I'll be down in a few minutes, Colgate! I just wanna take a shower first, okay?"
>"Okay."
>You'll only be, like, five minutes anyway; you're not a stallion.
>They're much cleaner.
>Five minutes later, you step out of the bathroom and tug your (probably) clean sweater over your head.
>You hope the shower got rid of your smell
>It probably didn't.
>Now you're going to have to sit down next to Colgate and she's going to smell you and then she'll KNOW that you're some kind of disgusting creature whose stench is so powerful that not even soap and water can get rid of it!
>Oh, why did you even get out of bed?
>Maybe it isn't too late to pretend to be sick.
>>27818054
>You approach your roommate and sit down on the cushion across from her, making sure to suck in your gut as you do so.
"Y-you, uh... wanted to talk?"
>Colgate just nods.
>"You need to get out of the house more, Moonie."
>Oh, Luna; not THIS talk again.
>"I know that you're upset about Anonymous - "
>WHAT
"How did you know about that?!"
>Colgate quirks an eyebrow at you.
>"Anonymous is my friend, Moonie. He told me all about you."
>Buck.
>BUCK.
>It's still not too late to pretend to be sick!
>"But you can't just sit around and mope all day."
>Don't tell me how to live my life, Colgate.
>"Look. I apologized already for tricking you and your friends with that fake cock a few weeks ago."
>Bitch.
>You'd raised your tail for her and everything.
>She magicks a bit bag out from behind her cushion and fishes out a small stack of bits.
>"Let me make it up to you."
>She floats the bits over, but you don't grab them out of her magical grip.
>You just hover your own magical field below hers and wait for her to drop the coins.
>T-two mares with their magic so c-close to each other's?
>That's borderline gay.
>It would be different if a colt was here with his OWN magic floating around, but not even Colgate can fool you into thinking she's a stallion.
>Not again.
>"Why don't you take a trip down to that Ogres and Oubliettes place you like? Buy a book - it's on me."
>Oh, shoot, really?!
>That's mighty tempting.
>You're pretty deep in a campaign right now with Minuette, Lemon Hearts, Twinkleshine, and Twilight, but it never hurts to have something new to choose from once you're finished.
>Besides, who are you to turn down a free O&O book?
>You mumble off a "thank you" in a way that only the socially-awkward can and walk out the front door, your personal failings temporarily forgotten.
>You're so caught up in the excitement of a brand-new book that you don't notice the red flare launch into the air behind you.
>>27818060
>You are Anon
>That's your signal.
>You're going to net Moondancer and turn your couple into a herd if it KILLS you.
>"Hey there, cutie. What're you looking for?"
>You are Moondancer, and that one human creature is talking to you.
>While normally a colt talking to you would be cause for celebration, you're more focused on WHERE he's talking to you.
>In the Games and Hobbies store, home for permavirgins and kissless tuftbeards everywhere
>(AKA you)
>Play it cool, Moonie. Don't buck this up.
The End.
In case it wasn't obvious (and knowing my writing, it probably wasn't), Moondancer being an awkward fuck is what leads up to Ogres and Oubliettes.Expect a sequel.Unless nobody wants one.
>>27818077
And that's it. Please, continue posting BNW (or don't; don't let me tell you how to live your life)
>>27818077
Prequels are wonderful. Write more. Always write more.Adorkable herd doing adorkable things with a stallion who encourages such activity and lets them be themselves without any baggage when?
>>27818086
Sure thing!
Need more Crazy Luna from last thread.
...Or Cadence being crazy. Because Cadence.
>>27818077
>Fat-flanks.
Silly pony. Thinking that's a bad thing. I want to see where this goes. Especially if there's possibly herding ahead.
>>27817991
>Your tongue, shriveled and useless, smacks against the roof of your mouth in an attempt to-
>You're not even sure anymore
>You sway your head back and forth, as if your hindbrain is trying to shake out the sourness
>Gaaahhh why would anyone order kumquat syrup
>WHY
"Nnnnhhhhh~"
>Somewhere in the back of your mind you realize that your wiggling is causing your stool to turn
>*thunk*
"Hhhhhhh-"
>*thunk*
"Akghk-"
>Why does this always happen to you?
>You meet a nice colt
>Miraculously, he doesn't run away from you in the first few minutes
>Then: shit like this
>Your eyes tear up - be it from the sourness, your public humiliation, or the knowledge of what will soon come next, you're not sure
>Just once, you want to... feel the warmpth of somepony that's not standing in line next to you
>Just once, you want to be welcomed
>But noooo, you're the stupid pony
>You have dead fish stamped on your flank
>You have no-oh hey now
>You are Anon
>And... apparently you broke this horse
>So you're going to fix her
>Consequences will never be the same
>You reach over, stopping her stool rain-dance wiggle, petting her mane
"Hey, it's ok... it's ok-"
>"Hhhhhnnooooo~"
>You nod, almost instinctively pulling her into a hu-
>Whoops
>She starts to slide out of her seat, so you pick her up and place her in your lap
>Dangit, this is why you don't have any horsefriends outside of the elements
"I'm sorry. I really - I should've warned you, and I've been a really bad uh... total stranger. Can you forgive me, miss...?"
>"-forgive me miss...?"
>...EH?!
>He's apologizing to YOU?
>You mean to say 'Miss? What?' but it comes out as
"Bioh? Ehulul?"
>Which... isn't really any better or worse than you've been doing
>This colt
>You're doing everything to make this go teats up and yet he stays
>"Bio? Bomb? What?"
>He looks down at your flank
>y-yes!
>"uh.. oh! Bomb Shell!"
>n-no!
>But he smiles so wide when he speaks to you
>>27818189
>"What a very apt name-"
>of course
>here's the mocking
>He was too good; too pure for this world to be re-
>"-for a very pretty pony."
>. . .
>You...
>your brain doesn't know what to do now
>You look up at him, blushing hard, resting your head in the crook of his shoulder
>P...pretty?
>No, you were bomb shell because you always bombed...well, everything
>N-no colt other than daddy called you pretty-
>. . .
>wh-where's that whine coming from?
>You are Anon
>And you broke the horse once more
>Your new (hopeful) friend Bomb Shell just wiggled into your arms and started to whine, pressing her muzzle into your shoulder
>Every so often she looks at your face, then quickly looks away
>Your feel a spike of pain jolt through your heart
>NNNGH, fuck
>This horse is adorable
>H-hopefully she won't press charges or something
>I mean, you did cause her to have a seizure
>Then you accosted her
>Gave her public cuddles, which is apparently...a thing here....
>...and now you've caused another siezure-
>Dangit. You're not going to the quiet corner
>not again
"S-so... I uh..."
>You smile a winning smile, every so often catching her gaze
"Well. Would you like to try something else here? My treat - a, as an apology, of course."
>You feel her nod into your shoulder, her wings ruffling against your arms
>bullet: dodged
>No quiet corner for you today! Not ever again!
>Take that,Cuddle Wings!
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OK done for now. There... will probably be more; I like writing cute, so. Sea Shell a cute, hence, she gon' be written.
>>27818113
Happy to have not disappointed. The idea to make it a prequel didn't occur to me until I tried figuring out how to make Moondancer leave her house.Soon, my friend.
>Moondancer insists to Anon and Twilight that she's been in "tonnes of herds" in the past
>Obviously this is untrue
>Moondancer keeps doing things she THINKS is what goes on in a herd, all while saying over and over that this is "how we did it in my last herd"
>"What? Yes, this is what we did in my last herd. Our O&O characters had in-game orgies ALL the time."
>>27818145
Ah, but this is RGRE-land, where Moondancer is like that fat nerd boy who is uncomfortably aware of how wide his body is.To see where it goes, see previous spoiler tag
>>27818189
I like how most of the dialogue is Seashell making weird noises. Keep going, friend.
>>27818232
>I like how most of the dialogue is Seashell making weird noises. Keep going, friend.
Don't forget yelling triumphant, awkward phrases and totally cocking it all up. But yeah, I'm trying... to make her awkward and cute, but not to the point of crippling spaghettimancy. So the "real" first date is going to happen soon.
>>27818227
>Cuddle Wings sits in a nearby booth, keeping an eye on that big trouble-maker, Anon.
>Her disguise is simple: a cloak, a top hat, fake sideburns taped onto her face, and glasses with clear plastic instead of lenses.
>Nopony suspects a thing.
Here's some more get cutter get butter
>>27818289
>Be Ca-
>No
>Caramel was the name that the matriarchy had given you
>It was your SLAVE name
>But no more
>You were free; your chains were broken!
>You needed a new name, one that fit with your new sense of being
>...
>Ohhh! You got it!
>From henceforth, your new name would be Alibaba!
>That was Saddle Arabian... you think...
>"Caramel, Caramel, we managed to capture a few of the slavers!"
>You turned away from the mirror that you had been staring into (gotta mire that body bruh) to see Thunderlane, your lieutenant in the Free Stallions for the Rights of Stallions Army, making his way toward you with a big, happy, shackle-free smile on his face
>Behind him two mares were being dragged along, bound by the rubber elastic bands that you and the fellas had found in the back
>There was Applejack, a look of distaste on her face and the beginnings of a bruise on her side and Rainbow Dash, aka the posterchild for mare bigotry and grossness, who was desperately struggling against her bonds
>It must not feel too good huh?
>Being bound up in bonds that you couldn't escape, eh mares?
>You smiled as Thunderlane and the stallions that he was commanding dropped the mares in front of you
"Good job, boys. Now they'll think twice about trying to sneak into here," you told them, looking down at your new hostages with a smile
>"You buckers let Fluttershy go right the buck now!" Rainbow snarled, trying to bite at the stallion next to her. "If you don't think I won't hit a bucking stallion just WAIT until I get out of these bucking rubber bands!"
>Puff
>What a barbarian...
"I'm afraid that neither of you are going anywhere," you said. "You're our hostages now, ladies."
>Applejack's nose scrunched up
>>27818301
>"An' what the buck are we hostages fer?" she demanded
>You couldn't help but shake your head at the question
>Typical mare
>No matter how simply you laid everything out for them they still didn't understand...
"We're going to use you to help further the rights of stallions everywhere," you patiently told her
>The country bumpkin's nose seemed to scrunch up even more
>"Caramel, ya bucking idget! Ya aren't gonna-- Princess Celestia?!"
>Looking past you, Applejack looked over at Princess Celestia, who was sitting in the corner with Fluttershy
>Her eyes widened before her gaze flicked back at you, shock and, dare you say it, awe on her face
>Your smile widened at the sight
"That's right, Applejack. We managed to capture Princess Celestia herself, the head of this bloated, oppressive system."
>You puffed your chest out as you took a deep breath
"Now they'll HAVE to listen to us! They'll--"
>"Who'll listen to ya?"
>You blinked
"Excuse me?"
>"Ya got Princess Celestia all tied up 'ver there right?"
"Well of course we do! We would--"
>"An' ya said it yerself that she's the one that runs everythin' right? She makes the laws an' all of that fancy-smancy stuff?"
>As best as she could, Applejack looked at all of the stallions in the room
>"If'n ya'll have the Princess in here, the mare that'd be the one ta give ya want ya want, how the hay are ya gotta get anythin'?"
>Your nose scrunched up slightly as Applejack let the question hang in the air
>Well you--
>See, you can--
>Actually, you have--
>"Caramel! Caramel!"
>You and the other stallions looked over to see Dr. Hooves sprinting into the room
>The stallion's eyes were wild, and his usually perfectly (for him anyway) styled name looked frazzled
>Something was wrong
>>27818316
>Something was very, very wrong
>"You have to see this," Hooves continued. "They're... They're..."
>Be Twilight
>The scene had been set up
>You, Pinkie, and Rarity were sitting on a sofa that you had commandeered from Roseluck's front porch
>...You were sure she wouldn't mind, what with the situation being as dire as it was
>Why did she even have a sofa outside like that?
>...
>Rain wasn't good for couches, flower hoers...
>The guard had gone out and informed everypony that they could find about the situation and had sealed off the entire down
>You could do this
>You NEEDED to do this
>For your teacher, for Fluttershy, for Anon
>You took a deep, deep breath as you looked over at a slightly frazzled Rarity
>Just like you the unicorn was nervous
>The two of you, along with Pinkie, who was humming a little tune to herself without a single care in the world, were good mares; gentlemares that would never do wrong by anypony, be they mare or stallion
>But today you were going to have to show those stallions in that gym that you were stallionizers
>Maybe worse...
>Taking a few breaths herself, Rarity reached up and fussed with her mane before giving you a smile
>It was a small smile, an unsure smile, but it made you feel a little bit better all the same
>You could do this...
>You could do this...
"Anon," you called. "Where the buck is my cider?"
>You settled in the couch as you heard footsteps falling behind you
>Anon, wearing nothing but an apron, a slightly too small ball bra, and a rather tasteful cock sleeve, all of which had been made by Rarity not twenty minutes ago, stepped into your field of vision
>In his hands was a silver tray with three bottles of cider on top of it
>All of his clothing had been made out of the thinnest, most transparent material that Rarity could find
>The fashionista hadn't even TRIED to be tasteful
>Her main goal had been to turn Anon into an object, a walking cock, and she had BUCKING succeeded
Hey there!
Talking about fat flanks...
Do any of your know where to find the story about Twilight going with the others to party and being taken by Anon to his house to fuck and the next morning being good?
>>27818371
>Your gaze wandered up the human's body, drinking in every curve and vein and muscle
>You had never seen Anon wear anything other than his muscle shirts and his sweat pants
>Even when Celestia had invited him to the Grand Galloping Gala he had worn his usual attire
>But now you could see EVERYTHING
>You could see his powerful, thick legs
>You could see his chest and arms and his oh so tight little stomach
>You could see his stallionhood STRAINING against the cock sleeve that Rarity had provided
>And that ball bra
>That lacy, lewd little number and cupped his orbs JUST RIGHT
>And t-that tasteful amount of pubic hair...
>You could feel a blush working its way onto your face as you looked and looked and looked
>You might have just sat there all day ogling him if not for Rarity, who loudly cleared her throat and nudged you with her hoof
>Jumping slightly at the sudden contact, your eyes snapped upwards to Anon's face
>Though it looked as if Rarity had outdone herself with his body the human's face had remained much the same
>She hadn't touched his mane, and that beard of his still jutted proudly, defiantly, from his chin
>Out of the corner of your eye you could see Rarity also sizing up the green giant
>While her gaze could have been mistaken for professional appreciation (he WAS wearing her designs after all) you knew the unicorn better than that
>Her mouth was slightly agape as she looked up at him with a certain fire in those big blue eyes of hers
>There was a hunger in those eyes, a primal need that even a gentlemare like Rarity couldn't help but feel standing before a specimen like this
>Anon's bright green eyes flick between the two of you
>If he was embarrassed about being without his usual garb he didn't show it
>He just looked kind of irritated about the whole situation, his lips set in a thin line and his brow furrowed
>>27818391
>His widdle nose was scrunched up in the most adorable way, and you could see that he was holding the tray with a little more force than necessary
>You didn't know whether to giggle and tease the big human or stare at him with wide eyes and an open mouth
>"Here's your cider... honey," he said, extending the tray, which looked like a little tea cup holder in those giant hands of his, toward the three of you. "I got one for you and your friends."
>"Ohhh cider!" Pinkie chirped, quickly reaching over and helping herself to a bottle. "Thanks, Nonny!"
>"No Pinkie, we cannot thank him," Rarity said out of the corner of her mouth, her eyes snapping over toward the gym. "Remember, we must be as crude as possible."
>>27818390
http://pastebin.com/9jkVUyFM
Twibutt. Also by Love and Powerlifting
>>27818406
>Pinkie blinked
>"Oh right..."
>In an instant the smile on the her face turned into a frown as she looked back down at her drink
>"I mean... why isn't this drink cold, Nonny!" the party pony demanded, glaring up at Anon as she tossed the drink onto the floor. "Nopony wants to drink warm cider!"
"...Um, yeah!" you added. "What the buck is wrong with you, Anon? Giving my friends warm cider?"
>You theatrically puffed your chest out as you give him a look
"I, um, well--"
>"You've never met a stallion as worthless as him," Rarity supplied
>You stiffened as your eyes widened
"What?! I'm not going to say THAT, Rarity," you whisper-shouted. "I don't want to hurt Anon's feelings!"
>"Anonymous knew what would be asked of him when he agreed to this, dear. And if it helps he knows that you don't mean it one bit."
"I don't care if he knows, I'm not going to call him wor--"
>You yelped as a glass tapped the side of your head
>Jumping slightly, you looked up to see Anon looming over you, a bottle in his hand
>The deadpan expression that he was giving you made you curl into yourself a bit as he raised an eyebrow
>"Twilight," he said, lowering that great bassy voice of him so that only those around the couch could hear. "Here's what's going to happen. You're going to take this cider out of my hand, you're going to yell something really mean, and you're going to pour this drink at my feet."
"But--"
>Your mouth shut as Anon's eyes narrowed dangerously
>"I didn't get dressed up in this shit just for you to pull your fucking punches," he growled. "So buck up buttercup and take the goddamn cider."
>There was a warning in the human's eyes
>A prelude of very bad things to come
>You don't think that the look was for you per se...
>But....
>>27818425
aaahhh
yes
It's happening.
>>27818425
>Gulping, you did as Anon asked, reaching up and snatching the bottle out of his hand
>Pinkie had been right
>These drinks WERE kind of warm...
>And while there were some ciders that ponies could drink warm this wasn't one of those kinds of ciders
"What the... yer... BUCK is wrong with you... er... COCK!"
>You, Rarity, and even Pinkie cringed but you forced yourself to soldier on
"I don't work all... um... bucking day to come home to warm cider!"
>The glass bottle nearly falls out of your hooves but, with some desperate flailing, you managed to keep your grip on it
"C-Can't you do anything bucking right you worthless stallion?!"
>Your heart was pounding in your chest, your wings kept ruffling against your sides no matter what you did
>You didn't want to do this...
>You were a good pony...
>Good ponies didn't do something like this...
>They didn't treat others like this...
>You jumped as you felt an invisible force gently tug at your hooves
>There, right where the hoof met the leg, you could see the tiniest speck of a blue aura
>Your eyes snapped over to Rarity, who was giving you a look of both pity and determination
>The fashionista had her shoulders squared and she was leaning forward as she gently and discreetly guided your hoof forward with her magic until the cider was over Anon's feet
>Your eyes snapped up at Anon, then over to Pinkie, then to Rarity
>There was no anger in their eyes, no outrage
>Each one of them looked resigned, determined, ready to do whatever they had to to fix this mess that you found yourself in
>You had to be like them, Twilight...
>For the Princess, for Fluttershy...
>You slowly tilted the bottle, keeping your face an emotionless mask as you watched the stream of yellow/golden liquid fall from the bottle
>Anon squirmed slightly as it hit his dare feet, forming a puddle around in on the dirt road, but he stood still
>As you got halfway through the bottle your mask began to crack
>>27818463
>You could feel your ears folding against the sides of your head as your eyes slowly began to close
>Come on, Twilight
>You keep those eyes open
>If you were going to do this you could at least look at Anon while you did it
>You owed the stallion that much
>The cider was mixing with the dirt below
>That mixture had already turned Anon's feet into a sticky, brownish mess
>You could tell the feeling of it was uncomfortable to the human so, wanting to get this travesty over this, you tilted the bottle over all the way, shaking it until the bottle was completely empty
"N-Now, go and g-get the three of us c-cold ciders, COCK. O-Or there's going to be more where that c-came from," you forced yourself to say, tossing the bottle onto the ground
>You felt horrible
>More than horrible
>You felt worse about this than practically anything else you had ever done in your life
>But...
>You could also feel something else mixed in with that sickening, hollowed feeling that was making your stomach do flips
>Something you couldn't quite identify
>You watched as Anon bent down to grab the now empty bottle
>Your eyes flicked to his bare, naked, PLUMP rump
>Out of the corner of your eye you could see dozens of stallions staring out of those broken windows in the gym
>Never before had you seen such a look of loathing and disgust which those stallions were giving you
>Some of them were red-faced, veins bulging out their faces and necks, and their mouths were frantically moving as if they were yelling
>Other's had tears in their eyes, weeping softly for their oppressed brother
>...
>You looked at each and every single stallion with dead eyes as you lifted up a hoof
>Many of their eyes widened
>The silent screaming increased and you could see stallions struggling to fix their bulks through the windows
>They knew what you were going to do
>You could see it in all of their eyes
>>27818491
>You raised your hoof up a little higher before you brought it downSLAP!
>>27818500
Alright, I'm done
>>27818500
WITNESSED!
>>27818227
too cute
TOO CUTE
>>27818509
You fuck! Don't tease us to the edge and then leave us!
>>27818533
Ponies better drive a stick.
>>27818371
>>Anon, wearing nothing but an apron, a slightly too small ball bra, and a rather tasteful cock sleeve, all of which had been made by Rarity not twenty minutes ago, stepped into your field of vision
excuse me
>>27817991
>Eaten by a grue.
That's some old-ass reference material BMW, I like.
Greeeen, so much gooood green, ah... I must try it too someday
Alright, I'll finally put my two bits in Sea(Bomb)Shell pone look if nobody minds:
1) Some planning and previous thread suggestions and ideas analysis (did it ~3 hours ago)
>>27818656
It's great.
2) Final look and experimenting with color schemes (rather with final scheme)
>>27818671
Dat tuft.
3) BNW spin her, spin her right round... Eeeee...
Welp, I've tried. That last was a fast one sketch
http://imgur.com/a/fg6WR
>>27818671
shes GORGEOUS
>>27818684
Hmmm... now looking at her she somehow reminds me of Golden Star from last RDP (I don't have peach pencils, that's a shame)
>>27818717
Which rendition of our Waifu is best, though?
>>27818656
>>27818671
>>27818684
>she's a pegasus
YES
>>27818717
I get that too but I drew the Chinese knockoff Fluttershy from the previous thread so my input is invalid.
>>27818747
She was cute too.
>>27818739
Are you talking about drawings or green? If first, that's probably not for me to decide, totally different pictures from different anons, if second - all of them.
>>27818747
>>27818781
I like that both of yours were pegasus mares, but I'm split on the manestyle.
>>27818759
This one does look a lot like Fluttershy, but I also like long hair, but I also really like Pencil's thick wavy mane.
>>27818717
Very good interpretation, Pencil. I really like what you did with Seashell/Bombshell.
>>27818684
she's just SO HAPPY.
>>27818671
Nicely done!
>>27818747
>>27818759
She is a cute as well. Chinese Hovertimid is nice.
>>27818811
>>27818817
Looking back yeah she does. Long flowing mane and my mind went "Oh like banana hush but longer and less pink. Easy!"
Don't try to be creative at 1am kids. This is pencils thread and he's done it all fancy in color with an actual design page. He wins no contest.I'm going to go drown my sorrows in shame and gitgudder at drawing.
>>27818811
>>27818815
Uh, maybe i should change that name. Even with "rgre" part I have a feeling that random anons will start to mistook me with that gorgeous "AnonPie"'d Pencils. And thanks
>>27818862
I'm sure with colors and a more fleshed out personality she'd be pretty easily differentiated from Fluttershy.
I'm still doing donut hair and there's nothing you can do to stop me.
>>27818862
What >>27818881 said. Your shell is a QT too, and people liked her no less than mine, maybe even more
everyone likes minotits
griffass gets no love
>>27818981
Of course. I mean, who would want a story about a flock of gryphonnesses trying their best to woo him based on the sung tales of old crows?
---
There's no better way to get to a male's heart than by burning his town, fighting off his warriors and taking him as bounty, right? Show him we're the tip of the flock!
O-or barring that, making sure to protect him by flying lazy circles over him at all times!
All. Times. We must be vigilant against all threats!
Or... uh, maybe... he likes gryphons that have talents, right? M-maybe we just - maybe we just break into his house, see, and then start upgrading his things! Like, remove those tiny knives and give him some gryphon steel! A-and that carpeting should be pelts!
>The three gryphonnesses sigh into their beer, staring longingly at the exotic human male as he wins yet another drinking contest
>He will be theirs!
>IF only they could figure out how to woo him...
Yo, who are the Japoneighs/Japony creatures in RGRE? Or even regular Equestria for that matter?
>>27819075
>Cue mating plumage being met with confusion by Anon and outrage by the general pony poplation
>Griffon body language in mating rituals mean something VERY different than body language in pony mating rituals
>>27819075
i feel like having gryphon mates would be dangerous for your pony friends
>>27819106
>Japoneigh
>Vending machines that sell used Stallion's ball-bras
>Leading export is pixilated cartoons of squealing stallions being violated by vines with vagina-like openings at the tips of them
>>27819118
It's a lot of aggressive cheeping and hopping around. They also get MAD FLUFF from their plumage. As long as you remember they're not as big as they look, you'll be fine.
....also don't let them rub their tufts on anything you don't want them to claim.
>>27818509
LaP confirmed double-nigger, nothing else explains a cliffhanger like this.
>>27819118
>[gryphon waifu] perches on your shoulders and swipes at any pony that comes near
>>27819131
>....also don't let them rub their tufts on anything you don't want them to claim.
Oops.
>>27819131
Thought you were going to say "unless you want the static electricity to shock you"
>>27819124
And do not forget about "mahou shounen" aka Pretty Magical Young Stallions with power to dress up (l-lewd...) and beat the heck out of big tufted sexy Dark Witches and random demon mares... rated PG
>>27819131
>your pegasus mare friend gets upset with the gryphoness you're dating because she thinks she gets 'too rough' with you
>stares her right in the eyes and fluffs up her chest while spreading her wings
>gets completely blindsided when the gryphon screeches at her and actually, PHYSICALLY plows into her and tackles her to the ground
>>27819185
Griffons are truly the Canadian Geese of the bird-creatures.
>>27819185
30 mins later they both wake up. The bird fight gave Anon an agresion boner and he needed to fix it.
>>27819185
moral of the story
GRIFFONS ARE NOT PONIES
>>27819185
>Anon and catbird are in a heated contest, drinking/arm-claw wrestling/insults.
>pones think abuse or anon would prefer 'nice mares'
>Words are said, faces are laughed in.
>BARFIGHT
>Anon and catbird are cat and bruised, but aroused as all fuck.
>There's a reason why there's not a lot of stuff decorating Anon's house, so they don't break it.
>>27819364
>cat
Goddammit. Should be "cut".
Holy shet the updates
>>27818086
O&O Moondancer yes pls want it need it
>>27818227
I'm so ready for more of this. Cute ratings are entering orbit.
>>27818500
>>27818509
>>Anon, wearing nothing but an apron, a slightly too small ball bra, and a rather tasteful cock sleeve, all of which had been made by Rarity not twenty minutes ago, stepped into your field of vision
>mfw
>>27818671
>>27818684
All dis art. I don't think I've seen a concept explode so fast here before.
>>27818885don't stop CK curls are my secret fetish
>>27819271
Damn teetotal birdbrains always ruin a good party.
>You are Fluttershy, and you are finally going to say to the new colt, Anonymous.
>You maybe might have a tiny bit of a crush on him...
>He's all alone right now and you know what it's like to be lonely...
>Plus!
>Plus he might be a brand-new species of minotaur!
>You haven't seen anything like him before, and you want to learn EVERYTHING there is to know about him.
>You wonder what he eats? You saw some pretty scary teeth on him, b-but may his species of minotaur (or whatever he is; you don't want to offend him by making big, ugly assumptions) evolved big teeth for intimidating predators?
>Oh, you hope he won't mind if you ask him a few questions.
>Maybe he can make some tea for the two of you to enjoy while you talk.
>You tried some of those exotic Minotaur blends when you were visiting Zecora, and they were really good!
>They also made you feel funny for a few hours.
>You were afraid to go outside her hut because of all those timberwolves outside the windows that kept staring at you...
>It was very frightening.
>You really hope that Anonymous doesn't have that sort of tea...
>Maybe he...
>Hmm?
>Does he have a garden?
>Mmm! How nice of him!
>You didn't know he was picking up on pony customs so quickly!
>You guess a little snack won't hurt.
>You lean forward, open your mouth, and....
>Sniff the air.
>Once.
>Two times.
>One REAAALLY long sniff after that.
>Is that nightshade?
>Is it!
>Oh, no!
>Why would Anon be growing poison?!
>You have to tell Twilight before he hurts somepony!
>Anon is mistaken for a villain
>Coincidence supports this idea
>Half the mane 6 are fine with beating him up like any other villain
>The other half desperately thinks that he's being possessed or misled by the real unknown, female, villain somewhere
>Anon may or may not be clueless to this entire affair
>>27819405
O&O: http://pastebin.com/PQpyiM9b
Pre-existing story, friend. I advise you to check it out in a way that doesn't sound like I'm shilling.
>>Anon, wearing nothing but an apron, a slightly too small ball bra, and a rather tasteful cock sleeve, all of which had been made by Rarity not twenty minutes ago, stepped into your field of vision
>>mfw
I like how your response is child-like wonder.
>>27819517
Ohohohoh, you sweet boy. It might benefit others, but you needn't bother flashing me your pastebin. I was around when you first posted that sucker, even if I wasn't tripfagging at the time pretty sure?). It's one of my favorites.
And yeh, LaP got me right in awe with that little line.
>>27819583
I can't read what you said without it sounding in my head like an older woman is trying to seduce me. All the same, I'm glad you liked it. I like your stories too, friend.
>It's one of my favorites.
Oh, now you're just trying to make this old girl blush.
>>27819517I'm stil hope that Lemon Heart will get some love from Anon, not only Moonie. She deserved a good rut (okay, many) for being too nice
>>27819626
>Massive nerd-herd
It's more likely than you think.
>ApA posts
>bnw posts
>LaP posts
>pencil posts
Are you trying to tell me something, God? Are you obligating me to be productive and update?I promise I'll start updating soon for all y'all. Teaching is stressful, y'know? I kinda want to keep my job too.
>>27819659
Take your time, SSTH. Writing is fun, but take care of what's important first.
>>27819659
>It was a 'good day to be RGRE' kinda' day, and that was pretty neat.
But yeh, get it out when you have the time and energy. I'm only just starting on mine now.
Anyone take up that cray-cray Luna thing?
TEASER TRAILER
Last time in Ogres and Oubliettes:
>Twilight jumps into Anonymous's arms and the two of them share a VERY passionate kiss.
>Wooh.
>That....
>What?
>Anon: "Who's a pretty pony?"
>M-me...
>Moondancer's a p-pretty pony, Anonymous....
>You PROMISE she is...
>Twilight giggles like a love-struck colt and lets her forelegs curl up against her chest.
>Twi: "I am!"
>She leans up and nuzzles Anonymous's face, and you have to look away.
>Is this what dying feels like?
>Th-these aren't tears you're crying.
>You're just cleaning your eyeballs because they're dirty.
>Anon: "Thanks for having me over, Moondancer! I had a lot of fun today."
"Y-you too..."
>And with that, Anonymous walks out of your basement and out of your life.
>tfw no qt3.14 coltfriend to play O&O with
------
>You sit back down on your cushion and stare at the open Dungeon Mare manual.
>You dart your eyes back and forth over the pages, only you aren't reading and you aren't taking in any of the words.
>This isn't fair.
>Why did he do that?
>He talked to you in that bar...
>And he looked for you in that library...
>And then he played your stupid bucking dumb nerd game...
>....and then he kissed Twilight right in front of you.
>That... that's cruel.
>D-dammit.
>You KNEW you should have peed on him while you had the chance.
>L-like a b-bear...
>You sniff loudly and wipe your nose, not even bothering to pretend that you aren't crying.
>You should have stayed in bed yesterday.
>You should have guessed after that fake cock incident that Colgate wasn't to be trusted.
>You should-
>"Moondancer?"
>Anonymous?
>Anonymous' head pokes down from the top of the staircase.
>"You wanna come upstairs? Twilight and I have something we want to talk to you about."
>Ooh!
>Oh, is this good?!
>Starswirl's Saltlick, PLEASE be something good.
>It is, isn't it?!
>You do a dumb little dance where you rear back on your hind legs and kick your widdle hoofsies before rushing upstairs to see what Anonymous and Twilight want.
>>27820158
Which one would that be?
>>27818113
TFW we will never have someone that accepts us as we are, without being so repugnant no one else will take them.
>>27820173
There was a prompt in the last thread where ponies think Anon's taking advantage of Luna; in reality, it was the opposite and Luna was batshit crazy on a hair-trigger.
>>27820162
If my body was any more ready
It would be commencing
>>27820230
And then there was silence.
>>27820221
Is anyone going to grab that?
>>27818641
>Text-Basedquestria when
quick random oneshot from my laptop.
>"I've come to save thee, my fair prince!"
>You hear the shout of another heroine attempting to save you in return for your hand in marriage.
>You are Prince Anon Ymous, only child and heir to the Ymous line.
>Currently, you are held captive by a dragoness that you've gotten to know pretty well on a platonic friendship.
>In truth, you ran away from home in search of something more exciting than watching your Mother's court and having to decline all suitors.
>Mother probably sent these knights promising to wed you off to them.
>As you peek over from behind the dragon, you see the knight limping away from the cave, charred and shivering.
>The dragoness picks you up on her palm.
>"Are you sure you don't want to go home? Having to burn these knights is starting to bore me."
>You plant your hands on your silken covered hips and scowl.
"I don't want to leave! Mother's court is much too boring."
>She faces away and sighs, breathing out a puff of smoke.
>"Fine, but we're still going to pay your mother a visit today."
>You stomp your foot in protest.
>She doesn't relent, and she puts you on her nape.
>"Hold on to my neck. If you don't, you'll fall and die, you dimwit."
>You put up a fierce pout, despite knowing that the dragoness won't see it.
---
>You are Queen Femanon, head of the Ymous line, and you are barely listening to this noble.
>By Zyzz, you hope Anon is safe.
>"My Queen, I humbly and graciously ask for a small tax cut of 50 bits."
>The noble's request cut you off from your daydream.
>50 bits!? In this economy!?
>You shake your head and grumble.
"No. Next."
>The noble walks out and you wait for the next.
>That is, until you hear a scream and the ceiling of your court breaks open.
>Above you is a dragoness with Anon on her back.
>Vile beast, still it lives.
>"Hi, mom! I'm fine, thise dragon's nice!"
>Anonymous shouts from above.
>You sigh and order the guards to attack.
>T'was another Monday morning.
>>27820344
>thise
Fuck, I meant to write "this"
>>27820257
Not as far as I know.
There was like two bits of standalone green based on it, one or two posts' worth, but that's all.
>>27816858
can you post the full image that came from?
>>27818060
Wait, is this that story where Anon unknowingly teased all of them during faux-d&d and she's all ready to ask him out and it turns out he's dating Twilight and they have a lewd make-out session in front of all of them?
Why did that Anon try to ask her out?
>>27820641Herd
>>27820641
see
>>27820676
Anon's going to get himself a nice, big nerd-herd.Except for maybe Twinkeshine. I don't think she actually likes Anon that much.
>>27820805Male tsunderes are a thing. Ya know.
>>27820828Maybe. It's pretty much 50/50 right now with Twinkleshine.
>>27820596
>Anon arm-wrestles Celestia and wins.
>Luna smooches Anon after she climbs aboard a split-second before the Wheel starts.
>Sibling rivalry over 'who's the marliest-mare' begins over Anon.
>He just wanted carni-snacks.
>>27820952
>"LOOK AT ME ANON I CAN EAT FASTER THAN MY SISROOAHAHACKCOUGHREUAHG"
>Anon ends up saving the Princess's life by performing the heimlich maneuver.
>The Princess leaves, embarrassed, leaving her sister as the victor
>>27821007
And Cadence schemes in the shadows, her hooves sticky with candy-corn.
"Soon, my Anon. Buwhahahaha!"
>>27821028
Her scheme boils down to painting her horn to look like candy corn in hopes that she can trick Anon into sucking on it.
>>27821045
>sucking candy corn
Cady better be careful, Anon might work on cartoon physics and just bite her horn right off because thinking it is food makes a thing edible.
>>27821437
>Unicorn horns are like candy-rock; sucking, gnawing, and licking them is tasty yet considered a sex-act.
>The magi-cum discharge flavouring tastes different per pony.
>
>>27821028
>>27821045
>>27821437
>candy corn
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O1QRAXv9vUs
>Playing Ogres and Oublietts
>not Humans and Haunts
>plebs
>>27821561
They tried H&H, but it was 2spoopy4them.
>>27820162
>Anon: "Who's a pretty pony?"
>M-me...
>Moondancer's a p-pretty pony, Anonymous....
>You PROMISE she is.
How dare you make me feel my own feel.
>>27821870
We need something snuggly written to combat these feels. I can't stand the thought of a sad pony feeling rejected.
>>27821477
>Be Anon
>Be at the Nightmare Night Celebration
>AKA poneh Halloween.
>You're glad Cadence invited you, too bad shining couldn't come along
>You'd like to see him struggle against eating all this candy and__fail__
>"Nonny, where are you?"
"Over here Condense, what's up?"
>"Look Nonny, I got a candy horn hat"
"Isn't that your horn?"
>"No silly filly, my horn is up here"
>She pushes up her mane and you see her h....
>Waittaminit
>Isn't that a candy horn?
>"Don't you want to try lick it?"
>Eh, what the hell. It's not like licking horns means anything, right?
"Yeah, sure."
>You take a lick of Canada's horn.
>It actually tastes like a strawberry, blueberry candy mix.
>Guess it really isn't her horn.
>You put the entire horn into your mouth, bobbing your head to and fro.
>Mm~, sexy candy eating.
>"A-anon, you can stop now"
"Whrry?"
>"Anon, please. No more"
>You stop pumping
>Does someone not want to share their candy?
>Well, too bad
>You suck on that candy horn HARD one last time
>Condone's wings open full span
>Sploosh
"What was that?"
>Be Cadence, Supreme Ruler of the Crystal EmpaOooh yes
>Ohmygosh
>Ohmygosh
>He's actually licking your horn
>Even Shining's not willing to do that for you.
>L-lewd.
>Yes, just the tip.
>Momma likes
>All of a sudden, your horn is enveloped in a warm, wet embrace
>What is Anon doing?
>Oh sweet aunt Luna above, is he blowing your horn!?
>You've go to stop this
>Heavens forbid a princess cumming in public
"A-anon, you can stop now"
>"Whrry?"
>Oh~ the vibrations feel so good.
>No! Focus!
"Anon, please. No more"
>Oh, good. He stopped
>You feel a growing pressure on your horn as Anon takes a hard suck and detaches his mouth.
>Nononononono
Sploosh
>"What was that?"
>Be Rarara
>Walking through the Nightmare Night Festival
>Something catches your eye
>Is that Princess Cadence and Anon?
>You go over to say hi
>WHAT IS ANON DOING?
>IS HE SUCKING PRINCESS CADENCE'S HORN?
>BUT THEY'RE NOT EVEN IN A HERD
>"A-anon, you can stop now"
>"Whrry?"
>"Anon, please. No more"
>Is Anon willing?
>*Mental Gasp* Anon is a slut!?
>You've gotta tell Applejack
>>27783899
Sort of kind of loosely basing this story on this idea.
>A big yawn escapes your lips as you walk towards your office building.
>You quickly cover your mouth which allows you to yawn even wider.
>So wide that your eyes close involuntarily.
>Late night from before plus an early meeting today means you are totally drained.
>Normally you'd reschedule, but you have a feeling that if you can see this deal through you might have exactly what you need to-
"Oof!"
>A rough force meets your left hip and gut, sending you down to your knees.
>Your eyes blink open and you see a dazed young mare on skates backing away from you.
"Hey! Watch where you're going" you huff.
>The mare sneers and rolls her eyes at you her nostrils flare as she blows air through her nose before continuing on.
>You can hear the music pumping through her earclips as she passes you.
>Probably didn't even hear a word you said.
>You turn and watch the mare zoom down the walkway with a slim saddle on her back.
>A courier probably, a late courier almost certainly.
>You squint a little when you see her helmet shimmer with a faint deep purple light.
>Oh good, she may not be very bright, zooming into traffic like she is with music blaring in her ears, but at least she's smart enough to-
>"HEY! WATCH OUT!"
>The arcane chariot driver honks her horn but the courier mare can't hear her.
>It all happens before most others have the time to turn and see.
>The engine roars in protest as the driver tries to stop the chariot.
>The looming shadow covers the young mare, she begins to turn just before impact.
>She is struck and sent hurtling into the air.
>Her body lands head first into the intersection.
>Everyone else comes to a grinding halt, horns blare and the young mare lays sprawled out on the ground.
>Her helmet has only very faint scratches, they may not even be scratches at all, probably just cobblestone dust coating it.
>>27822270
>The mare moves slightly, she weakly wiggles a hoof free of one of the skates and touches her chin.
>Ponies, minotaurs, gryphons, all kinds that make up the city of Maretropolis begin to converge on the scene.
>You catch only a glimpse of her removing her helmet and stare at it with a sort of deep reverence.
>She rests her head against it, nose gently prodding the bright green FI that is the Logo for the helmet's creators.
>You can sympathize with her, hell, you were feeling the same way last night.
>A mix of relief and satisfaction wells up inside you as you turn away from the commotion and continue walking toward your office building.
>You can see it just two blocks down, the same bright green 'FI' logo that was on the girl's helmet is visible on the side of the building.
>The witching hour.
>You chuckle to yourself as you slowly repel down to the ground floor of the highly secured building.
>And here you are going through all this effort scouting and sneaking in just to put a stop to any witchery
>Which witch's witchery?
>Why Which Witch of course, or "The Grand and Potent Illusionist, Which Witch" as she likes to say.
>Man, you are too funny.
>You press on the release and recoil mechanism on your wrist to retract the grappling hooks back into the holsters on your hips.
>You can feel the rest of the grappling apparatus tucked under the leggings of your outfit jostle slightly when the hooks retract all the way.
>Gonna need to have Tink adjust those sightly.
>You find a dark corner of the room to tuck away into and withdraw your holocrystal from your belt.
>Activating it displays a small map showing the layout of Which's hideout.
>Assuming Tinkerer's source was legit, then you should be right near where you need to be.
>>27822286
>Word through the underground says that Which has come across some kind of magical artifact, normally you'd dismiss it as a job for the Power Ponies, but if the bigger players are talking about Which, then you decided it might be best to take a look for yourself.
"Okay, down the corridor and up into the ducts..."
>You growl softly.
"It's always ducts isn't it? Never a nice spider-free, spacious, brightly lit room, maybe with some chocolates, or fancy music-"
>Stop it, you can have all the chocolates you want when this is over, for now you gotta get your pert ass up into that vent.
>You tuck the crystal back into your belt and quietly move on towards the corridor.
>A little down the way you hear hoofsteps echoing and getting steadily louder.
>Damn, something's coming.
>Gotta think of something fast...
>You begin entering the command for the color-blend of your suit, but stop when you recall who's base of operations you just snuck into.
>Which Witch's henchponies are going to be good at spotting illusions like that.
>You change tactics and act quickly just as the two henchponies enter the room.
>"-So I said that's not a lawnchair, that's my aunt!"
>The other mare patrolling with her partner laughs.
>They are both wearing the swirly black and white outfit that's similar in design to Which.
>You can't help but blow a raspberry at how much of a cornball she is.
>One of the henchponies stops.
>Oh no.
>Her hears flick and pivot around a little.
>"What's up?" the partner asks, bending at the knees slightly and glancing around the room.
>You hold your breath and tuck yourself even closer together above the hanging light fixture near the corridor entrance.
>The mare's horn lights up and a wave of purple light spreads out and phases through everything here.
>Including yourself, but it doesn't seem to have done anything.
>The mare below grunts, "Nothing I guess, thought I heard something."
>>27818060
You do know Colgate and Minuette are the same pony, right?
>>27822296
>Her partner nudges her ribs, "Casting a reveal spell this close to the boss' workshop? You're antsy sis."
>They continue walking through the room and head for a side room.
>"Oh mare, I didn't even think about that. It's just that the boss is bottoming us so hard ever since she found that dumb bracelet-" their voices trial off shortly after the door closes behind them
>You let out a sigh and repel down from above the light fixture.
>Looking up at it, you can't help but laugh.
>The darkness of the room coupled with the brightness around the light obscures almost anyone that would be right above it.
>That spell for sure would have alerted them if you had just used color-blend while tucked in a corner.
>You continue onwards and unfortunately upwards after entering the corridor and eventually the duct system respectively.
>Ducts are the worst.
>Thankfully the standard size they come in allows you to squeeze through them with a little wiggle room to boot.
>Your breaths are all shudders and you have to fight the urge to cringe at every single instance where you think you hit a spiderweb.
"Why ducts? Just why?" you whisper to yourself.
>You reach the vent you need and peek through the grating into the room beyond.
>Bright lights and and loud machinery hums while a mare strolls excitedly through the room.
>Items will glow with a faint purple aura before levitating over to the mare while she hunches over a workstation that is surrounded on all sides by various tools and panels.
>Even though they do disguise her features, her outfit makes it painfully clear that it's her.
>Oversized wizard hat and lengthy cloak? Check.
>There was that short time where she went for a cloudy bowl thing but the amount of times her head got stuck trying to escape the Power Ponies put that idea to rest quick.
>Hat, bowl, headband or anything, you will always be able to tell who's Which Witch.
>Her cackling laugh and haughty booming voice are dead giveaways.
>>27822310
>"So long I have toiled and troubled, looking to get the respect that I, Quinn Buck, so rightfully deserve!"
>Her horn glows and the low hum of her machines become loud roars as they release some kind of beams into the object on her workstation.
>The machines stop and you can see a faintest wisp of smoke coming from the object.
>Which Witch, or Quinn apparently, chuckles to herself, quietly at first before descending into a full on cackle.
>"And at long last, with this Amarezonian treasure, previously wasted on the hooves of the dead, will I... The grand and potent Illusionist Which Witch, finally get what's coming to me!"
>She can say that again.
>You drop into the room and tuck yourself away behind a large machine.
>Which's horn glows and she raises an ornate golden bracelet, it's got some of those black and white swirls on that she's so fond of.
>"So handsome, and all mine! With my genius I was able to create an enchantment on it that ensures nopony but the greatest Illusionist can remove it"
>Hmm, that sounds troublesome...
>"Now to test it out, but how to begin?" she muses aloud, an evil cackle escapes her lips, "Oh I know, why not start with the very best? Double Double..." she coos.
>The pattern on the bracelet begins to spin and you can only look on as another Which Witch steps out from the first
>Like a hologram that becomes solid as it separates from the original
>Her outfit is slightly faded compared to the one wearing the bracelet but is otherwise indistinguishable.
>They both cackle in unison.
>Which raises a hoof and boops the faded copy on the nose.
>"No more phasing, no more poofing away... A solid construct of my own creation, and quite the beautiful one at that..."
>The copy smiles wickedly at her original.
>Oh... so this is what has the higher ups buzzing.
>A power amplifier.
>You look on from your hiding spot as she tests her other abilities.
>Flashbangs, smokescreens, conjurations that are more than just images.
>>27822320
>Each display of power that's at such a higher level than what you've seen her do before worries you.
>Not for her specifically, this is bad but it's manageable, it's still Witch Which after all
>However, In the hooves or hands or tails or whatevers more sinister than Which's this could mean big trouble for the Maretropolis.
>You creep along the walls of the building, staying low and out of her sights as you think of when it would be best to act.
>You don't get very long however as one of her conjurations spots you and alerts everyone in the room to your presence.
>Damn it!
>You ready up a grappling hook but are snared around the ankles by a rather large chimera's snake tail.
>Unfortunately you don't mean like a scaly tail, as the snake-for-a-tail coils further up, you can feel it's tongue flitter against your thigh through your suit.
>You fight the grossed out feeling that is running up your spine as you are dangled out in front of both Witches.
>They couldn't look any more smug than they do right now.
>"Well well, would you look at this Which Witch?"
>"Indeed Which Witch, It's a rat..."
>You frown at them both.
>"Oh! But I certainly didn't summon a big smelly rat Witch Which, did you?"
>Smelly?! Sure it was a bit of a crawl through the vents but your suit is designed to negate smells what with most creatures in this world having way better noses than you.
>"I don't think I did either Grand and Potent Which Witch. Whatever are we going to do with a sneaky rat like this?"
>They both grin wickedly in synch.
>You swallow nervously and can feel a bit of color flooding your cheeks.
>Not because you're upside down, but because you're getting worried about what Which Witch is going to do.
>Which Witch for god's sakes!
>Of all the threats you face in your line of work, you'd never have thought Which Witch would ever intimidate you.
>They begin listing off ideas of what to do to you each one more painful sounding than the last.
>>27822325
>At first they're just toying with you, enjoying the first instance where they've gotten one over on you.
>As time and threats go on however you start to notice a change.
>They're starting to outdo each other in cruelness.
>Each threat is met with a more vicious one.
>Their eyes are sharper, their grins sinking.
>This might well be your chance.
>You slowly uncurl your hand, revealing the small pellet you had pulled out of your belt the moment you were caught.
>A quick glance down shows the snake's head resting comfortably against your mid thigh.
>You roll the pellet and tuck it into the crook of your pointer finger and put pressure on it with the nail of your thumb.
>You wait until the copy spits what she'd like to do to you back at the original to chime in.
>You hiss and squint your eyes.
"Ooph, THAT one sure sounds like it'd really be a painful way to go."
>The copy smiles at you while the original scowls.
>"Oh yeah!? Well what if instead of the lasers on their heads... th-they have lasers for teeth!" she says triumphantly.
>You shrug and scrunch your lips.
"Eh, I dunno, that seems a bit much... And I don't think that would really hurt any more than the REAL Which Witch's plan."
>The original's face drops, while the copy couldn't look any more satisfied with herself.
>"Wha- y-you... I AM THE REAL WHICH WITCH" the original barks at you.
>You look taken aback.
"You?!" you do a double take between the two of them, "Are you sure? She clearly seems to be the more grand of you both"
>The original is now fuming
>That's it
>Take the bait...
>"Well well, it seems like this thieving rat has a little more sense than Which Witch thought..."
>"That rat has too much blood pooling in their tiny brain, clearly delirious." the original states matter of factly, "To even consider you as holding a candle to the true Grand and Potent Mistress of Illusion!"
>Now the copy is scowling
>Yes!
>"Delirious?" the copy asks, a slight growl to her voice
>>27816858
There's no shame to losing to a demi-goddess, Big MacIntosh.
>>27822339
>The original looks at her copy and slowly a smug smile creeps across her face, "Of course" she responds coldly.
>The copy has been pushed over the edge and her horn begins to glow.
>You flick your tensed thumb and launch the pellet into the snake's mouth.
>The snake's eyes widen with shock, her cheeks balloon out on either side for a moment before she opens wide and a thick plume of smoke pours out of the opening.
>You hold your breath and wiggle your legs free as the tail snake is distracted trying to hack out all the smoke coming from your pellet.
>You drop to your hands and knees and quickly shimmy along the floor to keep your eyes mostly free of the smoke pouring into the room.
>Both Which's are coughing and waving their hooves in front of their faces, between hacking coughs they are blaming each other for screwing up rather than trying to get out of it.
>You stand on the opposite side of the growing cloud, arms crossed and feeling good at the chaos on the inside of it.
"Wow, you ladies sure are having a tough time in there, seems like quite a spot of... bother."
>They turn their attention to you briefly, then immediately dive at each other and tug the bracelet back and forth between the two of them.
>"The true Which Witch will deal with this... low life!" one says between tugging grunts.
>"Indeed, which is why you need... to release the bracelet to the true Which Witch!" responds the other between grunts of effort.
"Oh boy and look at that, your conjurations are all disappearing now too" you whistle somberly, "Now it's looking like you two are having a bit of... bad luck."
>Oh lord, just stop, you are getting out of hand, even to yourself.
>They are completely caught up in their own bickering that they have completely disregarded your presence.
>Well we can't have that now can we?
>You wait for just the right moment to strike and...
"Yoink!"
>You zoom through between them and snatch the bracelet while neither of them had it on.
>>27822355
>Hitting the recoil command on your wrist sends you straight to the ceiling.
>"HEY!" the mares growl at you in unison before the copy disappears.
"Aww sorry Which, things just don't seem to be going your way tonight do they? It's alright Witchy, things'll be better tomorrow I'm sure of it. Just a touch of... oh what's the word?"
>"MISSFORTUNE!" she roars at you from down below.
>You snap your fingers.
"Ah, that's it!" you call back before breaking through one of the rooftop windows, "Cheers!"
>The mare is firing bolts of through the now shattered glass pane.
>You hear noise coming from behind you.
>Through the lights of Which's magic bolts you can see her henchponies closing in on you from behind.
>Welp, that's not great.
>Looking ahead you can see them charging up right in front of you too, horns charging up.
>And that's not any better...
>You chance a look to the left and - oh yeah that's more of them.
>Wow, they sure can haul on those teensy legs.
>You take a deep breath and sprint to the right, straight for the edge of the building.
>Step.
>Glance left, they're still too far away, heads are still raised high.
>Step.
>On the right they're getting close, some of the ones out ahead are lowering their heads.
>Step.
>Look back ahead, the edge is just before you.
>You release the breath slowly as you approach.
>Step.
>Bend.
>Leap.
>Your heart is racing, fear forces your body to respond with what feels like gallons of adrenalin dumping into your bloodstream all at once.
>Everything slows, the wind whips through the wig on your head, tugging at the short strands of your real hair attached to it.
>You tuck your knees up close to your chest and aim your hips slightly towards the left.
>Any distance you can put between those henchponies on the right and yourself is for the best.
>You take in another breath and hold it.
>Steady your sight.
>Pick your target.
>Fire.
>The twin hooks pierce into the corner of a building opposite the hideout.
>>27822367
>You immediately send for a recoil, with the right one pulling faster than the left.
>You extend your right leg back and keep the left leg tucked to meet the differing forces on either side of your body.
>The harness system under your suit pulls tight agains the force of the tethers on your hip apparatuses.
>It's almost instinct at this point, positioning yourself properly to keep yourself upright while zipping through the air.
>A few bolts whizz past you on all sides, but thankfully none of them connect.
>Typical.
>Are there other options available to them?
>Yeah, you know there are better magics to use on your right now, you've had to face them plenty of times before.
>But that's the nice thing about this world.
>It thrives on the Law of the Instrument.
>You dip out of your thought as the corner of the building approaches.
>You release and retract the right hook and allow the left to whip you out and past the building you anchored yourself to before releasing it as well.
>Once you have curved around the corner, you retarget and plant both hooks into the side of a building further down the street and farther away from Which Witch's henchponies.
>One last desperate bolt whizzes past the corner, far behind you at this point.
>You sling yourself up and land on the rooftop with a solid drop that only makes your knees knock.
>Gotta get better at the landing part.
>You retrieve the bracelet from your belt and look it over.
>A faint shimmer can be seen on it.
>No wait, not on it...
>You look up and catch the last look at the magic bolt fired fizzling out.
>You chuckle to yourself and slip the bracelet back onto your belt.
"When all you've got is a hammer, everything looks like a nail eh?"
>In a world where you can study or train all your life and be severely outclassed by a super with a natural talent, it helps to diversify.
>It helps even more to be able to see what kind of hammer everyone wields.
>>27822387
>Those two skills and a lot of close calls have gotten you the title of Thief Mistress.
>Though you do prefer-
>"Misfortune!"
"HOLY GEEZ I-"
>You turn and find Radiance looking at you with a serious frown on her face.
"Oh, Radiance, it's just you."
>She scrunches her muzzle at you, "Just me? Did I hear that right?"
>You wave a dismissive hand at her.
"Oh come on, you know what I meant."
>"I most certainly do not Missfortune."
>Her bracelets glow a bright yellow and you find everything is now suddenly hued yellow, "But I suppose it doesn't matter, you can clarify exactly what you meant at the police station Missfortune."
>You are jostled around slightly and slide on the yellow platform beneath you until you face plant into a yellow wall in front of you.
>Looking around you and through the semi-transparent construct gives you the impression that she's trapped you in a lantern.
>A yellow lantern? Really? That just seems silly.
>You quickly snatch a glass cutter from your belt and cut a wide circle through what should be the "glass" of the lantern and drop through.
>"Hey!" she shouts as you dive down to the streets below.
>You reorient yourself and make with the grapples to get some distance between you both.
>She gives herself a pair of wings and starts chasing after you.
>You gradually lower yourself as you zip from one building side to another.
>"Get back here you!"
>You dive hard to the right to avoid what looks like a giant bugnet from scooping you up.
>Damn.
>DAMN!
>This isn't good, you weren't prepared to have a run in with one of the Power Ponies.
>Gotta think of something quick...
>You fire into another building but see a baseball mitt snatch up your tether.
>It yanks you back throwing you off balance and making you completely helpless in the air.
>"Gotcha" she says while closing in on you.
"Sorry Radiance, you know I just love playing the hard to get type."
>>27822397
>You issue the command to cut the tether completely and drop out of the air and her grasp.
>She makes a few more construct to try and snatch you but they only manage to graze you.
>You try to keep your eyes open to know when to really brace for impact but your body refuses to listen and forces them shut.
>The absorbium metal plates your company funded development of, and that are currently dispersed layers through your suit take the brunt of the force when your left side meets the ground.
>It still hurts like a mother and leaves you breathless and dazed for a moment.
>Radiance is approaching you with no apparent rush.
>Must've looked like a pretty bad tumble from her end.
>She's not wrong, you are hurting something fierce.
>"Honestly, if you're quite done with your theatrics. I'd quite like to take you to jail now."
>You jump to your feet and take a swing at her.
>She catches your wrist with a glowing cuff construct and yanks you up into the air.
>You groan in pain and grit your teeth.
>She wiggles you slightly and forces you to drop the flashbang in your hand.
>"Please Missfortune, do you really think I'm going to fall for that one again?"
>You growl something at her through gritted teeth.
>"What was that?"
>You repeat it.
>She brings you closer, a little rougher than you'd like.
>"Come again? I couldn't quite hear you."
>You part your teeth and close your lips into a tight circle before spitting the foam bubbling in your mouth into her face.
>"AAH!" she yelps and releases her construct while clutching at her face.
>You grunt when you hit the ground again, pain radiates in your left hip and gut.
"I said... 'That one? No-'", you spit the rest of the sticky foam out of your mouth, "This one?" you ask while futilely pointing to it, "Oh yeah."
>Radiance tries wiping the foam away but is only just now realizing what it does.
>Her hooves refuse to come away from the thick foam no matter how hard she tries to pull
>"What?! Wh- what have you done?! Missfortune!"
>>27822411
>She tries lashing out at you with constructs, but none of them have a definable form, nor do they come anywhere close to hitting you.
>You were hoping to test that foam against Filli-Second, but this works too.
>Hammer and nails, never let you down yet.
>You hold your left side with your hand and limp off into a back alley while Radiance is fuming and trying to reach her communicator with a garbled construct.
>You stumble into Tink's workstation.
>Took you a few tries to hit the right combination on her door, vision's getting kinda blurry.
"Tink?" you call out weakly.
>You take a few more steps, trying to get to the stairs down to "her workplace".
>You reach out for the railing but only manage to grab air.
>The miss throws you off balance and you begin to dive right down the stone steps.
>You fall into something warm instead.
>Smooth against your cheek and hands too.
>The pain in your side makes you hiss.
>You get a grunt in response and are helped down the stairs into the cluttered room.
>You open your eyes to find yourself face to chest with The Tinkerer.
>Or as you prefer...
"Tinkerbell! I was looking for you, you know?"
>She puffs to small plumes of smoke your way through her nostrils, "Don't call me that" she warns.
>You giggle and then groan from the pain.
"Mind helping a friend out?"
>She looks from her work table and then back to you with a flat look on her face.
>You turn your head to look at her table, diagrams trinkets and doodads litter it.
>You look back up to Tink and give her your winningest smile.
"Please?"
>She blows another pair of smoke plumes.
>You drop the sweet act.
"Fine, wanna keep maintaining your 'honorable dragon code'?"
>It's at this that Tink sneers at you then releases you to crumple on the floor in a pained lump.
>>27822423
>She uses her long dextrous tail to flick certain items to the ground to join the other clutter already there while she picks out certain things that must be worth keeping and drops them into various crates around the room.
>You struggle but eventually succeed in hoisting yourself upright, with the support of her table, and rest a sore but not aching right hip on it.
>You grunt and groan all the way while you remove your belt and slip the top of your suit off.
>The inside is slightly damp from your efforts, it slowly peels up and off your body with only a little wiggling at the end.
>You fiddle with the hidden straps under your chin and give them slack so you can slip off your cowl and wig.
>They both clatter unceremoniously to the ground leaving you almost bare and inspecting the damage.
>Your whole left side is bruised bad, with the worst of it on your left hip and shoulder.
>You make a reminder to maybe rework some of the plate placements on the suit.
>"Alright, get on" Tink commands gruffly.
>It pains you somewhat to see her looking this battered.
>But if you try to play it off like she is, you worry that she's only going to wind up dead or locked up so far away that you have no hope of getting her out.
>Missfortune touches gingerly at her bruises, recoiling at just the slightest pressure.
>She looks back at you, her green eyes are still bright and friendly.
>No matter what condition she stumbles into your place with, those never change.
>"Yeah, one sec..." she responds finally and turns back around.
>You can't help but watch as her hands slowly raise, tracing just outside the soft contours of her firm body.
>They fiddle with the cloth on her chest for a moment before she slowly, and with the occasional hiss, rolls the long strip of cloth up, exposing more and more of her soft colorful flesh.
>She sets the roll of cloth on the edge of the table, your nostrils flare desperately trying to drink in the scent.
>>27822440
>She grunts as she hops up onto your table, planting her toned rear on the edge.
>Her suit is so tight that you can just barely make out the curvature of her cheeks.
>You swallow and shake your head to break away from this trance she always puts you in.
>She starts to lean back but stops abruptly and catches herself.
>She looks over her shoulder and at you, "Uh, I can't lay myself back. Little help?" she asks in that teasing manner of hers.
>You extend your hands out towards her, the trembling in them only gets worse as you hover just over her shoulders.
>They are planted firmly onto her sikly warm skin and you gently ease her back onto your table.
>You now tower over her as she looks up at you with a friendly smile.
>The things you do to protect that smile of hers...
>You look over her body briefly, all of it has been exposed to you at one time or another, depending on the damage, but it's always nice too be able to add more detail to your daydreams.
>Her chest rises and falls quickly with her short breaths.
>She's trying her best to hide it, but she's hurt.
>You get back to task and snatch up the necessary reagents with your tail.
>Painkiller.
>Syringes to draw out the pooled blood.
>Vessel dilator to get the blood back and moving.
>And Caffeine pills for her to take, it's late, so late that it's early now.
"Alright, ready?"
>She nods and gives you her usual half-crooked smile.
>The one she always gives before you work on her.
>And with that you get started.
>You slip on your top and reaffix your cowl and wig.
>Boobs unbound make you feel kind of uncomfortable moving around, but you're headed right home anyway so it should be fine.
>"Thanks Tink. You're the best."
>She grunts noncommittally.
>You smile, you figured out by now that it's her way of saying "you're welcome'.
>You slip on your belt and your hand brushes something cold.
>Oh right!
"Hey Tink?" you call out, turning to face the dragoness.
>>27822453
>She looks over at you, her brow furrows and eyes hone in on the object you're holding up.
"I forgot to mention, I snatched this out of 'nefarious hooves'."
>You toss it to her, she reacts with shock but still catches it with her tail like you knew she would.
>She blows more smoke then brings the bracelet closer to her eyes to inspect it.
>"Which?" she asks, looking at the design of it.
"Which's of course" you respond jokingly.
>She rolls her eyes and returns attention to the bracelet.
"I thought it was funny" you grumble, "Anyway, it's a power amplifier of some kind. She was blasting all kinds of souped up versions of her usual stuff with it on."
>Tink grunts in acknowledgement, she takes the bracelet in her claws while her tail darts out and slips a headband on her head.
>You chuckle to yourself as you watch her go "dragon hoard" on this new trinket.
>You check the clock on the wall and curse the time.
"It's that late?! Oh man... I gotta go. New client has a pretty neat idea that I think will be really handy for Matterhorn, some kind of super mirror. I'll bring you a sample to play around with once I get one okay?"
>She grunts again, complete engrossed in looking the bracelet over.
"See you" you cal back while going up the stairs.
>You enter the building, a small tinge of pain radiates out from your left hip.
>Still not 100% from last night, and that run in with the young mare didn't help it any.
>You power through and continue into the main lobby.
>Type Font greets you warmly, "Miss F-" you take in a panicked breath and consider all your options while he continues, "-emanon!"
>Oh right, your name.
>"Good morning Ma'am, you've got a meeting in just a few minutes. A Miss Frost is in meeting room C for you."
"Okay, thanks. Yeah there was this accident on the way here that held me up a little."
>The stallion giggles, "You know Miss Femanon, if I were in your hoove- er..."
>>27822462
>You wave the fumble off and he continues, "If I were you, I'd consider having a company whirlycopter like some of the neighboring owners do. We've come a long way from when I started working here, I doubt it would be much of an investment for you Ma'am."
>You scrunch your face at that.
"Yeah I dunno, I don't think that's really my preferred style of getting around in the air."
>Type nods, "I know what you mean, my cousin Comic absolutely HATES riding in-"
>You glance at your watch and cut the stallion off before he gets too far into his rambling.
"Oh, sorry to cut this short Type, meeting in a few!" you call out as you head off towards the meetings hall of your building.
>"That's okay, I'll tell you the rest later!" he calls back.
>You let out a small sigh.
>It's so much more noticeable when the ramblings come coupled with a deeper voice than the females ones you were used to hearing it from.
>You cringe at the thought that you might have been guilty of doing that yourself back on Earth.
>This is why you're unfortunately still single.
>Guys aren't guys here, seems like no matter what race they're all still the sa-
>Before you enter the meeting rooms hallway, you are stopped by a stallion you don't recognize approaching you and calling your name.
"Miss Femanon! Hi, Lotus Plains, I'm with the Daily Horn."
>He withdraws a notepad and pencil from his saddlebags.
>Reporter huh? You don't really have time for-
>Wait a second...
"Lotus? You're Lotus Plains?!" you ask with shock in your voice.
>The stallion looks a little shocked himself, he covers it with a light giggle, "I am. Yes."
"No way! That's amazing, I love your articles! And you're a- a..."
>The stallion's eyes harden, "A reporter?" he asks sharply.
>You clear your throat and feel a bit of heat rise to your face.
"Y-yeah. Uh, that's what I was getting at. D-definitely."
>Oh mama, you haven't felt like this in a while.
>>27822475
>The stallion's eyes flick down to his notepad then back up to you, "So I just had a couple of questions I'd like to ask you if that's alright?"
>You look between him and the door just to your right.
"Oh uh, actually now's really not a good time-"
>"J-just one question then" he snaps back.
"Ehhh- alright."
>They can wait a little.
>The stallion unfurls his wing and reveals a small recording stone, he nudges it with his nose and holds it out on the tip of his wing towards you.
>"Miss Femanon, you have gone from a survivor of a botched hybridization experiment by The Quack."
>Dragon-minotaur hybrid specifically, at least that's what everyone bought in a world of supers.
>"To the owner of a multimillion -possibly into the billions- bit research and development corporation."
>You can't help but feel a little flustered at that.
>"My question is this, how did you find the strength to climb this far up the business ladder?"
>You think on it for a moment.
"Well, my experience is uncommon for sure, losing everything you know in one fell swoop is absolutely crushing. Makes you fall apart into the tiniest pieces and slip through the cracks to the very bottom and hope you can come back together."
>Lotus nods, eyes occasionally dart to his crystal to make sure it's still recording.
"It's dark and lonely down there, but if you can struggle and fight and do everything you can-"
>Sometimes including thievery and sometimes of the super kind.
"You can pull yourself together, maybe not whole, maybe never whole, but enough that you can look up. See the bright lights so far in the distance. You can start to climb, after all up is the only when you're that deep down."
>The stallion quickly scribbles something down on his pad.
"It wasn't easy, there was a lot of suffering, and I think the only way I made it through was to almost be proud of who I am, suffer proudly that I am passing others who don't know what it was like for me."
>>27822488
>Broken bones, magical curses, cuts, scrapes, bruises, burns-
"But that only got me so far, I would slip sometimes, never getting quite past where I was. When I did, I'd glance down sometimes, and I started thinking that there might be others like me, suffering in their own ways. A world full of natural talents can distract from those who need some help, for those who can't even keep up."
>Lotus nods you along.
"So I decided to help them, with what little I had I supported those who could prove to me that they really believed in their idea, that knew they needed just that one push to go all the way-"
>Absorbium helmets, color-phase accessories, 3-D stage harnesses, the super paste in development.
"And together, with each passionate driven individual added, we moved higher and higher. Their collective strength became my own and we all work very hard to keep moving forward together."
>The stallion smiles and blows air through his nose, "Nice little motto slip at the end there" he notes.
"It's not just our motto-"
>His eyes widen and he hastily tucks his recording crystal away, "O-oh no! I wasn't saying that it was just- uh, I could tell that you were being sincere... sorry."
>Awww, so cute the way he gets flustered!
>You clear your throat again and look towards the door.
"I'm sorry to leave things at this but I'm afraid I have a meeting to attend to so..."
>Lotus quickly scribbles something down, "Right. Oh, do you mind if I ask for some more info?"
>You chuckle.
"I'm pretty sure PR told me not to do that."
>He smiles, "You've got a good team working there if so" he remarks.
"But uh..."
>Oh sweet jesus you are so nervous.
>Is that sweat running down your pits or just a nervous tingle?
>Seriously Femanon, you have faced literal superheroes and villains, you can say a few simple words to this really cute looking horseguy.
"I-if you want to, maybe later tonight, a-after the meeting! I uh, might have something for you then?"
>>27822502
>The stallion's mouth opens slightly, he giggles sweetly, "Sure! Yes, if you have anything at all I'd love to hear about it. Say... seven?"
>You nod.
"Yes sure, uh do you want to pick m-"
>Oh shit what are you doing?!
>You're the guy here, you're the guy!
"I mean uh, y-you can leave a message with Type Font and I'll get back to you o-okay?"
>The stallion nods happily and you quickly dart into the meeting hall.
>You breathe deeply and clasp your hands around your knees.
"Oh I feel like I'm going to throw up..."
>How do guys bring themselves to do that?!
>That was terrible!
>...But it worked.
>It worked!
>Femanon you have got some serious balls girl, and you might be getting some dick too!
>You almost want to jump for joy but the glass window and the slightly irritated looking Miss Frost on meeting room C gives you the impression that that may be a bad idea...
>You flatten down the creases of your business dress and try to confidently enter the room.
"I'm sorry about that Miss Frost. There was an accident just down the road and I am still a little reeling from it. Now I do want to hear more of the specifics of your cryo-cube idea, but after reviewing what you have already provided us I just want to say that we are very impressed. And if I may be so bold..."
>You extend a hand out to the icy blue coated mare and offer her a warm smile.
"Welcome to Future Industries."
And that's all.
>>27822508
I like it. Though the femanon part was unexpected. It should be interesting having a female perspective on a reversed gender world.
Also, I can't remember where I saved it, but there was this post by an MTF red pilling people on the problems men face. Even with the politics it was an interesting insight offered by someone whose seen both sides of the coin. If anyone can post the image, I'm sure this anon could use it to help build the story. I can never find the damn thing. Anyway, I look forward to reading more of it. Also, you'll probably need a pastebin and a trip.
>>27816858
Reposting this prompt from before because I want more. Hopefully a green with Anon as Murica Man!
prompt
>anon is in power ponies universe
>cant get a job cuz RGRE
>gets desperate becomes a super villian
>unlike other villains he actually plays it safe
>no costumes
>no extravagant plans
>no monologues
>not even showing himself
>the power ponies are stumped to why these massive string of crimes never seem to have any clues
>Power pones think this is the work of a incredible master mind
>a mare that knows them and their modus operandi
>something something RGRE/sexism
>>27822166
I don't recall giving you permission to stop posting.
>>27822628
...someone literally just did that prompt. Ending right above your post.
>>27822628
Is there a pastebin or some archive for Power Pony fics?
>>27822672
except it was boring as shit femanon, the fun part is that anon isn't taken seriously by anyone because he is male. And is also the badguy, not a knockoff batman.
>>27822780
C'mon Anon, just because you don't like Femanon stories doesn't not make it,
>boring as shit
While also not my cup of tea it was good.
>>27822807
I liked it too. but it does seem less fun to read about FemAnon. She's exactly what a mare should be, independent, successful, not discriminated against.
>>27820162
Such a tease.
Monster hunting with pones would be interesting in RGRE.
>"Let's begin with the basics. We should start you out with exploring only the edge of the Everf- huh? You want to try hunting the Fleshgibbling worm? That's suicide!"
>"A broadsword? Anon, I thought you would be more comfortable with a bow. Oh, alright. If you're so sure about it."
>"ANON! Why did you do that? I could've tanked that hit for you! Oh Luna, you're bleeding! You need to get fixed, quick! Tartarus, why didn't you take a bow?"
>Meanwhile Anon is ignoring everything and having the time of his life kicking ass/ getting his ass handed to him
>>27822166
I have no idea how to continue it without it going down dark alley or lewd alley.
>>27822508
Pretty good, Anon. Normally I don't like Femanon, but you portrayed her really well. If you can write Femanon this well, I'd LOVE to see how well you write plain ol' boy-Anon with a penis.
>>27822959
>without going down lewd alley
but, that's exactly the alley I want.
>>27817921
That's not cute, breh. That's straight up lewd.
>>27822959
Yeah gotta agree with >>27823079 just like with the horn thing. It's lewd but kinda funny.
>>27823079
>>27823646
Ok, I'll think up a way to continue it.
>>27822508
Its nice to see a different perspective in RGRE every once in a while good job would like to see it continue.
>>27822959
Cadence, after experiencing a mind-blowing horngasm, begins to try to woo Anon into herding with her and Shining.
Of course, this involves every embarrassing rom-com trope in the book.
Shining, meanwhile, feels emasculated that his wife is trying to bring in another.
>>27818077
That was really nice, tuftbeard was a fun a clever touch I particularly like how you manage to express that self destructive introspection
>>27822959
>Anon realizes how delicious mare horns taste
>He has not, however, realized the sexual connotations of sucking on a hornpop
>He hunts down various mares with his suck-it list
>He doesn't realize that he was being a slut until someone tells him
>He continues to hunt down unicorn mares and molest them anyways, albeit more creatively and with a visible lewd look in his eyes
>>27823971
Tastes like candy.
FUCK, lost my post because browser crashed
>>27823656
Keep going
>>27822508
it's good.
>>27822149
also keep going
>>27821437
>>27821045
JUST AS PLANNED
>Shining is jelly of cadence paying attention to anon because she got her horn sucked.
>Changes mind after Anon also sucks his horn.
>>Now they compete for the scarce resource of human horn sucking.
>This does not go unnnoticed.
>Other ponies want in.
>Competition is arranged to see whose horn is best.
>Not just the unicorns enter.
>Some nonunicorns enter wearing fake horns.
>Carrot top with a carrot strapped to her head.
>Pinkie with a Romane candle
>Probably others too
>>27818981
>Gryphontits
We need this.
>Gryphon meets strange new guy
>Likes what she sees
>Both the catburd and burdcat schools of seduction fail.
>She decides to wing it.
>While researching her target which is totally not stalking of breaking and entering she discovers human hens have large breasts on their chests.
>Gryphonwaifu decides to try this.
>Straps fake breasts to her chest.
>Shaves around her nipples to make them more prominent.
>Magic breast enlargement spells.
>None of these work.
>Anon is confused instead of seduced.
>What the fuck is up with this thing?
>Both Anon and ponies assume this is normal griffon behavior.
>The ponies go the extra step of trying to be welcoming and emulate what they see gryffinwaifu doing.
>>27819510
Ponies need to learn to stay the fuck away from Anon's stuff.
Keep going.
>>27818500
FUCK YEAHMore SLAP when?
>>27818227
Strange shell pony is a cute pony and this story needs more chapters.
>>[DRAWFAGGING]
It's nice, do more.
>>27823971
GOTTA SUCK 'EM ALL
https://derpibooru.org/1194267
>>27824242
wew
>ponies with freckles
>>27822302
I'm too deep in, Anon. O&O Colgate is Minuette's cousin.
>>27822508
>femanon
Not bad, friend. Think about sticking around and writing more.
>>27822864
With the backstory, all there was room for wasjust the tipof the new story.
>>27822882
I like this.
>Anon is eventually seen as the pony equivalent of an Amazon
>Ponies clop to this imagery
>>27823961
Thank you. Tuftbeard was an established Thing from a long time ago - I think there had been debate about whether to call it that or something else.
> I particularly like how you manage to express that self destructive introspection
They say to write what you know.
>>27824242
>Teat-sucking
Yes, please.
>>27818371
Cock sleeve?
>My oneshot gets no feedback
I'll do better next time, senpais. I'm a bit stagnant on the ideas for Wrasslin' 'Non, so that's on hold until I can get some creative steam going on. Y'all got any ideas I could play around during the weekend that's somewhere a bit far from wrestling?I swear I'm not abandoning Wrasslin' Anon; I'm just low on creative steam, is all.
>>27824458
Sorry, sempai, we had a pretty big flood of green and I guess your one-shot got a little bit lost in the crowd. For what little my opinion is worth, I thought it was well-written and really cute. I liked the part where you made Anon's mother jewish.
>>27824527
Th-thanks, ApA-senpai, you make my heart grow larger. I just needed a sign if I'm still writing good or if I need to fix up what I'm doing. Any feedback is important if I want to get any better at writing green.>sempai
Please, you're the one I should be calling sempai. After all, I follow you and BNW the most out of everyone here.
>>27824458
It wasn't very interesting.
>>27824458
>Anon wrestles pony.
>Is on the ropes until the fourth innings, where the pony is getting tired.
>Pony falls asleep in the middle of the field.
>Crowd sees a sleeping pony and assumes it's night time.
>They can't see the sky, it might well be past their bedtime.
>They all fall asleep too.
>Soon Anno is the only one awake in the entire stadium.
>Spends the next three hours pickpocketing the sleeping ponies.
>Referee wakes up after that, sees Anon's offside, and declares competitor pony the winner.
>But in the end, who really won?
>Anon does not care, he has a huge sack fulla cash.
>>27824581
You're good at writing, friend. And if there's something that you (or someone else) think you need to improve, then the solution is to write more green for practice and post it here. Bob Ross wasn't wrong when he said that you can be good at anything you practice.You're too kind, SSTH. All these months and I still feel bashful when I see things like that. Don't stop writing, friend - you're doing well.
>>27822835
There was a pretty good short with a femanon, where she's bitching with her brother Anon about living up to the reversed gender expectations. She has to work heavy construction because no skills, while he has to play underemployed house husband. I can't recall who wrote it, but it captures the essence of this thread very well.
>>27823971
I miss Poonlicker Anon.
>>27824670
Poonlicker Anon?
>>27824670
We all do.
>>27824595
I promise I'll do better next time. Is there something that I could have done better to make it more interesting, like a different pacing, premise, or something along that lines?
>>27824611
>Anon's gimmick is a pickpocketer
>He takes this gimmick very seriously
>Some say he bears the torch of kayfabe everywhere he goes
>>27824623
Yessir. Like an Anon said above, it wasn't very interesting, so I'm going to experiment on ways I could probably make my writing a lot more captivating.Th-thanks, ApA-senpai. I take feedback to the heart and try to read everything posted here. I honest to God wish I could have more time to spend writing, but most of my time is spent teaching and waiting tables.
>>27824651
That was Frostybox (who didn't bin it) http://pastebin.com/Mj3HUW0G
I wish she would have done more Femanon stories, or that there were more in general but the thread got aggressive every time they came up regardless of who was writing them so none of them ever got too far.
>>27824676
From aie awhile ago. Anon discovers that pony vag is candy flavored and goes around sampling as much as possible. I think it started as a satire of Spoonlicker Anon.
Guys, what do you think Rarity would be if she was a dessert?
>>27824716
Was april fools special edition of Spoolicker.
One each year.
>>27824748
>Spoolicker
>Anon discovers the magic of horse jizz
>starts Equestria's first sperm bank (wink) to feed his massive, quivering need
>nobody ever wonders why cum goes in but never comes out
>>27824007
I am honored to
>>27822149
>Be Mr Anonymous Poster again
>You've just had a mouthful of tasty candy horn.
>You hear Candance moan as you pull your mouth off the horn
>*Sploosh*
>You back off as the creamy filling explodes right into your face.
"What was that?"
>"Oh Celestia yes!" Candor shouts.
>She looks like she needs a few seconds.
>She finally comes to a few seconds later.
>"Oh no, A-anon, ah-are you all right? It must have been one of t-those exploding cream filled prank candies."
>You wipe the pink and blue cream off your face.
>Was Cadence breathing heavy?
>Must be trying not to laugh
>Well she sure got you good.
>The naughty pony.
>"You just wait here, I uh... I'll go get you some tissue"
>You take a lick of the cream from your sleeves and put it into your mouth.
>Instantly, your taste buds explode with the fragrance of blueberry, grape and... was that an aftertaste of vanilla?
>If this was one of those Animoos that you swear to God you have never watched, Your clothes would have exploded.
>Man, that was really good candy.
>"D-darling"
>You hear a familiar voice calling out to you.
"Rarara?"
>"Yes, it's me, Rarity."
>She approaches you slowly, a sad (?) look on her face.
>"Are you okay Anon? Are you hurt anywhere?"
>Oh look! Rarara has a candy horn too.
>Maybe she will let you taste it.
"No, why would I be hurt?"
>"Thank goodness... Darling?"
"Yeah?"
>"Did Princess Cadence MAKE you suck her horn?"
>Silly hoers, that wasn't her horn. Even if it was, surely these cute widdle poniescan't sexual.
"No Rarity, that wasn't her horn. It was a candy horn"
>That horn looks kinda thick. It probably won't be as tiring to suck.
"Hey, Rarara?"
>"Yes Anon, darling."
"Can you let me taste your candy horn?"
>>27824821
>Be Rarity
>Poor Anon, he must have been tricked.
>No way your friend is a slut.
>That rapist Cadence must have misled the poor dear.
>It is your solemn duty as a gentlemare to get this colt back home, safe and sound.
>That is what you will do
>"Can you let me taste your candy horn?
>OH MY CELESTIA!
>IS THIS COLT SAYING WHAT YOU THINK HE'S SAYING?
>AAAAAAAAAaAAAAAAAA
>This only happens in your Playmare Magazines
>What do we do brain!?
>Ok, calm down Rarity.
>You're a gentlemare
>You know what you need to do.
>It is your duty as a gentlemare to make sure this little colt is safe and sound.
>Yes!
>But...
>...
>What is it, pussy?
>This is a once in a lifetime chance
>You saw how he did it with Princess Cadence
>You saw how he used his throat right?
>Took it all the way
>Didn't even flinch
>Yes Rarity
>A little bit wouldn't hurt right?
>Just a little
"Okay, but only a little lick."
>He must want it too right?
>The slut.
I've been hoping for another update to Daring Douche for a long time, but the pastebin doesn't seem to have updated in a long time. Has there been an update, or is writefag kill?
>>27824838
Ditto for Magical Boy Anon.
>>27824830
>Be Mr Mous that's scoring himself some candy
>Yeah!
>You knew Rarity would come through for you.
"Thanks, Rarity"
>You pull her into a hug
>Then you put that tongue to work.
>First, you lap the tip of that candy horn.
>You are greeted with a familiar sweetness
>It brings you flashbacks of your childhood
>You would walk into the candy store and you would get yourself bags of those white little pieces of heaven.
>Marshmallows
>That's what this horn tasted like
>You almost put your mouth over Rarity's horn. But you remember "only a little lick"
>Ok, challenge accepted
>They didn't crown you candy gourmet for no reason
>You begin to lightly lick at the tip of the horn again, focusing on one point
>Then you drag your tongue across her horn, all the way to the base
>You find out that the taste is muskier at the base.
>You continue trailing your tongue to the tip, and are greeted with a bit of cream
>It doesn't taste like much
>You lap it up anyway, feeling it drag against your throat as it slides down your gullet.
>More cream begins to leak.
>You lay your tongue flat and begin dragging it up and down Rarara's horn.
>Slathering it with saliva
>You make sure not an inch is missed as you work on the whole chunk
>Dragging it across slowly and savoring the sweet taste of marshmallows until new flavor begins to surface.
>Blackcurrant
>Oh, so good.
>You find out that the more you lick the tip, the more cream comes out
>You must be getting close to the center
>You redouble your efforts, licking the tip, using your lips to suck out the cream coming out and then moving to the base of the horn.
>Cream begins to leak copiously from the tip of her horn.
>You don't care, you drink it all.
>The cream is beginning to get sweeter and sweeter. Yet you cannot place your finger on the taste
>You realize that at some point, rarity begun grabbing your waist.
>Does she want you to stop?
>Screw that
>>27824857
>That creamy center is all yours.
>Her horn begins to get sweeter and sweeter
*Sploosh*
>Again... What is that sound?
>You didn't have much time to entertain that question as a stream of thick creamy liquid shoots across your tongue from the tip of Rarara's horn
>"Take it all you whorse." You hear Rarity mutter under your chin.
>Silly pony, you're not a horse, you're a human.
>But hey, if she insists, who are you to refuse free candy.
>You instantly seal your lips over the tip of Rarity's horn, as the rest of the creamy liquid spurts erratically into your mouth.
>You had to swallow the first two mouthfuls.
>How much filling is this candy packed with?
>You save the last mouthful for yourself, rolling it against the roof of your mouth as you savor the taste.
>It reminds you of all those nights camping out in the wilderness with your dad as he regaled you with stories of all the poon he used to get
>It tasted like s'mores.
>You let the warm cream linger in your mouth before finally swallowing
>You look over to Rarity
>Boy, someone was tired.
"Rarity, you okay there?"
>"Yes, I... I just need a moment darling."
>>27824875
>Be Rararara...ra(?)
>You can't even remember your name
>Where is this?
>Luna above, what happened?
>"Rarity, you okay there?"
>Oh, right. You were getting a hornjob from Anon
>UNF
"Yes, I... I just need a moment darling."
>You try to stand, but your legs are wobbly
>You don't think it's going to be possible to use any magic for the next few days
>Oh, where has this colt been all your life
>You should just take him home right now and-
>NO! Stallions are not objects, your father taught you better.
>You are a gentlemare, that's not how you should think about stallions
>But Anon is a poor naive stallion that surely needs a marely mare to protect him from other mares that have less than noble intentions.
>But how do you compete against royalty?
>You need to get the girls in on this plan.
>You can't let a prize like this slip out of your hooves. No.
>>27824846
>>27824838
No. Writefag is kill. Thread is dead. Ride is over. Waifu a shit.
/life
>>27824886
Aw shit, man. You gotta keep going.
>>27824838
>>27824846
>>27824892
Fuck you, we can write it ourselves.
>Be Anon in Equestria.
>Last night you met a white pony that made you a magical boy in exchange for being granted a wish
>Silly pony, you'd have accepted a free wish for free.
>Like any sensible person, you accepted the fuck out of that deal.
>Then you wished for a wizard tower to go with your magical powers.
>And now you're a fucking sorcerer.
>Things are looking up for you for once.
>>27824886
Possessive Rarity is always good.
>>27824916
Sorry, all out of creativity for now.
>>27824886
Please make moar.
How low should Cadence sink before the end? I have 2 plans for an ending, one that is somewhat peaceful, the other more intense.
>>27825697
Your call.
>>27825697
I vote less intense, only because Shining has been a pretty good dude and wouldn't deserve being dragged down with Egg Donor's comeuppance
>>27822882
Did you say Monster Hunting? Now I'm imaging Anon using the new MHG aerial long sword style. He must mount all the monsters.
>>27825758
This. Hating on Cadence is fun and a lot of it is well-deserved, but I vote more peaceful. I don't want to see Shining brought down for no other reason than being Cadence's husband, and I'd personally like to see a happy ending. I wouldn't vote for a "forgive cadence for everything" option, but I also wouldn't vote for a "cadence suffers forever and deserves it" ending either.
>>27825697
I'd say less intense. I don't see Anon agreeing to help, but I also don't see him being really hateful/angry about it.
>>27826005Bushido LBG master race.
>>27826005
>Thrusting his mighty lance into them.
>The lance is his penis.
>>27826234
Everyone here knows the dragon layer pun by now.
>>27826121
>>27826009
>>27825758
I kind of figured people wouldn't want Cadence kidnapping best RGRE filly for scence experiments and stuff.
>>27826424
fuck
>>27826292
Is that lizard puss I spy
>>27826497
Cameltoe so yes and no.
>>27826424
Now now, let's not jump to conclusions here. When you say kidnapped, how taken are we talking here? Law says she's mine, or I'll just borrow her for a bit.
>>27825697
Intense.
>>27825697
I vote intense
I want worst pony to fall hard
>>27826889
>I want worst pony to fall hard
But Fluttershy isn't even in this story
>>27822508
This is nice, though I was seriously expecting Anon to be a cross dresser. I would like to read more of your horse words.
>>27816858
>Anon beats Celestia in a hoof-wrestling contest
>Is declared ruler of Equestria
>Turns out this is how they elect officials - Celestia and Luna have just been the strongest ponies all these years
>>27826424
Luna would rip Cadence in half. Literally.
>>27822835
>Be FemAnon
>You hate this place with every fiber of your being.
>Back on earth you were liked by every guy around. Some of them would literally do anything just to spend time with you.
>Something wrong with your car? No problem, you had a friend who would come over and fix it. He’d even get the parts.
>Needed a ride back from the bar in the wee hours of the morning? There was a plethora of numbers in your phone for guys who’d be more than happy to pick you up.
>It’s not like that though, they were all your friends.
>Your job at the advertising agency was great as well. Make some phone calls and you had a nice paycheck deposited at the end of the week.
>If there was something you couldn’t handle there was always someone who would help you out.
>Now however.
>”FemAnon, these pallets need to be moved in ten minutes, get on it!”
>Or
>”FemAnon these invoices are all wrong, do them over for Celestias sake!”
>You had to work your butt off everyday, unlike your roommate.
>That jerk, all he did was help at the bakery and bake snacks. It was an easy job and he made just as much as you did.
>On top of that all these horses were gaga over him.
>What a creep! He was going to take advantage of their kind natures.
>And he was about as average as they came, why couldn’t you wind up here with some hot guy or something?
>”FemAnon move your flanks NOW!!!”
>It’s not fair.
>>27827508
>>27827480
Even though they look like fucking Slim Jims
>>27827535
>Anon arrives in Equestria through the same cosmic fuckery she did.
>Relationship ensues.
>Ponies are baffled by their human gender roles.
>>27827649
nah man
nah
>>27827649
Why in ANY reality, would a sane Anon pick boring human puss over superior Mare Vag.
>>27822882
>Witcher anon in equestria.
>>27827535
“Anonymous did you get that dressing I like?”
>”I told you it was your turn to go shopping.”
>”But I’m tired, I had a long day. Could you please go get me some?”
>You gave Anon a pouty face.
>The guys back home would do anything you asked with that face.
“Go fuck yourself, if you want it that bad go get it yourself.”
>Time for plan B.
“How about I give you a handjob when you get back?”
>…
“A blowjob?”
>”Eat a dick.”
“I’m trying, but you’re making it harder than it has to be.”
>”If I wanted a blowjob I’d just go and talk to Twilight, so the answer’s no.”
>Damn ponies.
>The only human dick around and he has to have a fetish for fucking horses.
>>27827649
>Anon and Femanon get into a fight in public
>Femanon loses her temper and slaps Anon
>Femanon gets the shit kicked out of her
>>27827763
thats pretty realistic
>>27827763
>>27827718
>>27827535
Let's not get into the woman-hating side of RGRE. This is a daily reminder that good people do exist.
>>27827828
theres nothing woman hating there anon
its simply flipped their roles is all
> Bi femanon
> Becomes part of Shining Armor's herd
> Loves the superior horse D
> Starts making moves on Cadence
> Candyass not really into it, but it turns Shining on, so she goes along with it
> Slowly seduce Credenza
> When she kisses you spontaneously, it takes your breath away
> Live together as a deeply bonded family
>>27827763
>You are Femanon
>You just woke up and are startled to find yourself in a jail cell.
>You also have a splitting headache, a splitting armache, a splitting bodyache...
>Everything hurts.
>Christ, what happened?
>The last thing you remember....
>Is....
>.....you got into an argument...
>...with Anon.
>Right!
>Right, he said he didn't want to go get that dressing you liked.
>He called it "your stupid bullshit".
>He was being an asshole, so you slapped him.
>...and then what?
>....
>...oh fuck, that's right.
>A bunch of fucking knee-high pricks rugby-tackled you to the ground and beat the shit out of you with their awful hooves
>And teeth.
>...you're pretty sure one of the unicorns got her horn in on that business, too.
>"Hey!"
>Hmm?
"Wh-what?"
>PATOO
>You feel something wet and hot splash against your face.
>"The colt-beater's awake."
>The fuck is a "colt-beater"?
>>27827718
>After a long day at work you got home, ready to just lay down and close your eyes.
>But this world fucking hated you.
>So any sort of relaxation was just simply out of your reach.
>”RUT ME ANON!!!”
>Your roommate was buck-ass naked fucking some mare on your couch.
>You wanted to say something, anything, but the words just would come.
>Everytime Anon would thrust forward the mare would let loose a generous amount marecum all over his thighs, staining the couch beneath them.
>The moaning and yells of passion, combined with the strong smell of sex in the air was getting to be a bit much.
>His length would pull out just far enough for you to see the head before plunging back in, which earned a satisfied moan from the cream colored mare.
>How long had they been at it? More importantly how long did you stand there watching as his dick plunged into her.
>”BonBon I’m coming!”
>”Inside, don’t you bucking dare pull out!”
>Soul crushed you silently walked to your room and lay down on your bed.
>The wetness down below was a good indication of just how the sight affected you.
>Your life sucks and any chance for getting some dick was taken away by a pastel pony.
>>27827896
>Anon quickly caught on to the RGR in E
>Femanon, however, has a neurological condition that makes her completely unable to recognize patterns
>slapstick hilarity follows
>>27827933
That just sounds sad more than anything.
>>27827896
and then anon broke her out of prison, andboopedanyone that got in his way
>>27827926
kek
>>27828029
>Anon, happy that the law is on his side for once, decides not to do anything and let justice take its course.
>After all, this is what would happen to him if he hit a girl back in his world.
>>27828065
but if that happens, how are they supposed to hate fuck?
>>27828065
So this anon is a dick.
>Hurdur THE SAME WOULDA HAPPENED TO ME
>BETTER LET HER ROT IN JAIL
>HUEHUEHUE
I agree with this guy. >>27827828
>>27828097
>You are Anon
>You just got assaulted
>You shed a single tear as the person who beat your shit is arrested and charged with assault
>Tragic
>You proceed to go home and have sex with your girlfriend's husband.
>>27828118
>Your wife's boyfriend**
I fucked that up
>>27828124
No you didn't, don't lie on the internet.
>>27828097
>women being held to the same standards as me
MUH SOGGY KNEES
>>27828029
>So you may have goaded Fem a bit too far yesterday.
>Fine you egged her on until she finally slapped you.
>It was a weak slap, but it was the result it had that made you crack up beyond belief.
>Within seconds she was tackled by at least ten mares.
>Some held her down blowing raspberries on her stomach, others tickled and braided her hair.
>The ones who couldn’t get close just called her mean names.
>But between this absurd scene something unthinkable happened.
>The resident mail-mare just happened to be flying by, and like always she wasn’t very aware of her surroundings.
>After bumping into another lightpost you only watched in fascination as a rather heavy package fell out of her saddle-bags and landed right on Fems’ head, knocking her out.
>Despite your protests the unconscious girl got hauled off to jail.
>You felt bad.
>Sure sometimes she was a bitch.
>But she was your bitchy-friend.
>So your hand was forced, you were going to break her out.
>Crowbar, a pair of panty-hose you may have nicked from Fems dresser on your head, you set off for the local jail.
>The only difficult part of your breakout however turned out to be opening the front door.
>After a few questions to the janitor pony inside it turned out that the jail wasn’t supervised.
>No guards, no cops, not even cells.
>It didn’t take long to find Fem who looked pretty pissed when you opened her room door.
>”Took you long enough.”
“Hey I had to make sure to have a plan to break you out.”
>”I’m sure and why are you wearing my pantyhose on your head?”
“It’s so no one can tell who I am.”
>”Are you fucking retarded? You know what, never mind, don’t answer that.”
“Screw you too, so come on, I made dinner and it’ll get cold if we don’t hurry.”
>”Did you get the dressing for the salad?”
“Fuck you and your dressing.”
Can we get back to cute overprotective horses instead of /r9k/ teir """"""humor""""""?
>>27828169
No. Fuck off to /soc/ for that
>>27824838
I honestly didn't know it was still in demand. No, I'm not kill - finished up Minotits, and I still have a couple idle oneshits I'm doing, but DD is still very much on my plate.
Dang. I guess that means I need to do the thing.
>>27828221
And Bombshell.
And Bombshell!
>>27822882
Writing for this prompt would definitely be fun, but I'm having huge dilemma over deciding how Anon would be written. Should it be a gruff, middle-aged Anon with years of experience on his back getting lectured over shit he already knows from younger(and more sexist) adventurers or should it be an overly excited Youngnon getting his ass busted in the world while mares accompanying him try to corral him?
>>27828229
BOMBSHELL A CUTE
>>27828221
But BNW,every one of your green is demanded even todayunlike mine. I'm pretty sure no one here remember Wet Bandit
>>27828229
>>27828278
We can write about her too, anon. Or draw her in some cases...
>>27828254
Young anon, kind of tired of the whole pones patronizing anon clearly better than them at things and then refusing to acknowledge that he is good at it. Make anon reckless but somewhat talented newbie.
>>27828221
DD has always been in demand. You just write well with other stories so we don't get too uppity.
>>27828292
I likedWet Bandit.
>>27828221
I always just assumed you were taking a break from dd because you felt like writing other stuff, but I'm pretty sure a good chunk of anons want more.
> Anon has a little sister, femanon
> Tries to hide his power level and perversion
> Is protective of her, helps her out, tries to be good big bro
> Anon and femanon summoned to Equestria
> Get settled after a time, Femanon the first one to get a job
> "It's my turn to take care of you."
> You are proud of your sister
> Do chores around the house when you aren't looking for a job
> She says her work friends think your cooking is tasty
> Introduces you to a pretty mare
> Date, and marry the mare and her herd
> Femanon walks you down the aisle
I did not ask for this feel
>>27824381
They say to write what you know.Thats why your story really hits home for me as well
>You are Maritia, daughter of the Minotaur Kingdom and visitor to Ponyville.
>You are also completely flustered by your darn boyfriend Anonymous.
>You thought it would be a nice relaxing trip down to the market for tonight's dinner but boy, were you wrong.
>It started with him humming some song, you didn't know what it was from, but you thought none of it and enjoyed his gentle humming.
>At least until you asked what it was called.
>"Oh, it's an old song that a friend told me about from back home that I liked, I think I like it even more now, considering the name."
>You asked what the name was, curiosity rising.
>"Marie's Wedding."
>Your heart felt like it would burst from your chest, he called you Mari sometimes!
>Did that me he-
>Oh. My. Gods.
>You were about to ask him about possible marriage when he hooked his arm around yours began to sing with a bounce to his step, dragging you along.
>Gods, those lyrics.
>And in public too!
>All those stares of jealousy from the surrounding ponies, especially the one from the local princess.>You can really dig it.
>All you could do was hold your hand to your face in a desperate attempt to hide your blush.
>You. A proud member of your race, brought low by a human and his singing.
>Despite your embarrassment, you find it impossible to hide your smile or to not pull Anon closer to you.
>Looks like Dad's going to have a new son soon.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eQLbjejkRiEProbably not RGRE enough, but I've had this one stewing in the noggin for a good while now.
>>27828597
Big fan. The Irish in me liked it a lot.
>Irish Minotaurs
>>27828292If that's the one with pone burgler in Anon's house then yes they do.
Also, here's more FI. Not a whole lot, but I figured I'd get some in a little sooner since I haven't been writing for a few days. Enjoy.
>The soft clack of shoes against the royal blue tile under your hooves plays filler to your conversation for a while, your eyes lingering on the sunlit stained glass windows you pass by in the throne room.
“Hm, is that really all?” you ask with mild interest, your brow rising.
>”Uhm…” the milk-yellow unicorn hums, the sounds of shifting paper and befuddlement buzzing up from your right.
>”Cost of-… hrm… this… mhm.” She murmurs fastidiously, the tiny white curls on either side of her head bobbing in step with her hooffalls, “Uhm, yes ma’am. With all the work that’s been done, plus the amounts quoted to us before, the repairs should cost approximately two-thousand, three-hundred and fifty bits. Erm—”
>She chances a quick glance back at the papers floating in her canary yellow aura, her likely-colored and lensed eyes scanning the contents before returning to you, “Yes… allegedly.” she, well, mostly confirms, pushing her head-sized glasses farther up on her snout.
>There probably wasn’t anypony in all of Canterlot that was as dedicated to the numbers as the pony walking (well, speed walking; you’re a big girl) beside you, and she never seemed unassured of that possibility herself.
>The books were always fickle though, and Eggnog wasn’t the sort of mare to be called wrong in hindsight.
“I… see. Well, that isn’t too bad. I suppose we could start charging a Bit for entrance over Fall and Spring.” You reply thoughtfully, pulling open the door ahead preemptively with your magic as the two of you approach.
>”Five bits may be more suitable to account for the damage, ma’am.” A nasally voice revises from below, causing you to chuckle softly.
>>27828712
>Freckled minos tucking clovers into Anon's hair
>Anon thinks that's super gay but he puts up with it for the sake of his cowfriend
>>27828752
“I want to put a dent in our losses, miss Cream, not worry school teachers over the cost of coming to see their nation’s capital.”
>”Mm… very well, ma’am.” The pony replies, collecting the papers in her aura into a neat stack before floating them off to her side to join the large multitude of other, unrelated pieces of parchment.
>She obviously isn’t satisfied, but it’ll have to do for now.
>Things aren’t exactly ‘tight’ around here, but ponies like her, or ponies that WERE her more accurately, paying attention to such large-scale spending were probably the reason for that.
>You could make some cuts here and there.
>It wasn’t the end of the world.
>The endless ‘I told you so’s’ from your young secretary when gaps in the budget started to eat into your ‘cake money’ might cause a few minor apocalypses, though.
“How goes that other issue we discussed yesterday morning?” you ask, changing the subject to something of a bit more interest as you both pass through the archway and into the connecting corridor.
>Eggnog peers up at you, readjusting her glasses worryingly at the prospect of committing the unforgivable crime of forgetting an important detail of one of your dozens of daily discussions when the answer finally comes to her.
>”Oh, ah, yes. The, uh… ‘Anoymous’s papers are moving through the proper channels.” She replies discretely, setting her gaze forward, “He should be an officially recognized citizen of Canterlot within the week.”
>Perfect.
>That was another important task dealt with.
>As all of this unfolded, you’d rather not have to entertain the chance that he might be whisked away or arrested on some silly notion of illegal immigration or spying to suit somepony else’s own interests.
>Better to keep him here, safe and relatively unknown, and let the pieces fall into place slowly.
>>27828763
>Considering how unlikely it is at this point that he might ever return home, it might be best to keep the profundity of his arrival under wraps until he himself decided to start speaking up about it, if ever.
>That would probably be a little easier if he weren’t in the literal and figurative center of the country, but you could cross that bridge when it came.
>Until then, if anypony inquired he was simply a foreigner, who’s arrival had nothing to do with wrecked gardens.
>The two of you walk in a comfortable silence for a while; you enjoying the colorful tapestries and related artwork while she occasionally noses into a page or two from her stack.
>You nod occasionally to the passing guard, maid or dignitary, avoiding long winded chats with the latter-most when you could.
>You had somewhere to be, and you were running a little late.
>Hopefully she was still awake, but it wouldn’t be a problem to wake her for a single question.
>Unlike you, she had kept a completely routine sleeping schedule (for her, at least) over the last five days and six nights.
>This morning was the first time since the incident that you had actually woken up IN the morning, after seven proper hours of sleep.
>The last few days had been rough but worth their effort in raw progress, and now it was high time that you started paying closer attention to your special guest.
>After politely breaking away from your last group and rounding the corner into the south-most hall you come to stand before two large, connected doors of dark oak, guarded on either side by two… strangely attired guardmares.
>WHAT they were wearing was perfectly normal, but the time of day they were doing it causes your mind to stay a moment.
“I’ve come to see my sister.” You request of them simply, giving them the slightest of nods.
>Your companion leans forward slightly, squinting through her rims as she scrutinized their dress.
>>27828774
>”It’s almost eight-thirty in the morning… shouldn’t you night-shifters have been relieved by now? This is highly out of the ordinary…” Eggnog comments, snout scrunching slightly in offense at the breach in protocol.
>”I’m very sorry Princess,” the Dusk Guardsmare on the left replies, the weariness clear in her voice, “but our lady has instructed us to turn away all visitors for the remaining hour.”
>Strange, she never keeps guards past their time.
>Stranger still that she would bar ALL guests from her chambers; she didn’t even tell the day guards to do that when she was sleeping.
>The guardsmares trade nervous looks as you, too, began to scrutinize them, this time not for their dark purple armor, but for the truth of the situation in their eyes.
>”O-Our orders were… quite clear, princess. Our Lady clearly stated that-that…” Right adds, but your gears were already turning.
>She wasn’t…
>You talked about this.
>An annoyed huff escapes your nose as you step forward, horn lighting with magic.
“Off with you, ladies. Go to your barracks and get the sleep you deserve. I’ll go and fetch your ‘relief’.”
>Relief, indeed.
>The guardsmares swallow and again trade apprehensive looks, caught in between orders from their Diarchs.
>Left looks as though she wants to speak up, but the golden aura twisting free the mechanisms within the lock and pulling your sister’s door open is all she needs to catch the hint that you would no longer be accepting their suggestions.
>The guardsmares scuttle from their spots as the opening doors take their place, offering you half-hearted salutes as they depart down the intersecting hall.
>Ahead of you lies a patch a flat tiles leading to a climbing staircase, wide enough to hold three ponies walking side-to-side.
>You advance wordlessly, being sure to avoid the hard wood and instead pad your steps against the dark blue carpet lining the center of the ascent.
>>27828790
>As you draw near to your sister’s room a curious sight catches your attention, no doubt evidence of her misbehavior.
>”Is that a piece of armor? Who would leave something like this just lying around?” Your assistant grumbles under her breath, clearly not having connected the dots as you had.
>You step over the gold and blue helmet abandoned on the stairs and carry on, merely noting from the void in the forehead as you pass that it undoubtedly belonged to a unicorn.
>”Messy…” Eggnog grouses under her breath, frowning at the article as she lifts it in her magic and sets it to her side to join her reports, careful not to bang it on the wall as she loosely tailed you.
>The next thing to cross your path is not armor, but sound.
>Soft, and just barely within earshot.
>A rhythmic shifting of weight and fabric in the space just above your heads.
>A wide room slowly comes into view as you round the final bend, the doors thrown wide open to reveal Luna’s chambers.
>Several more pieces of expensive royal plate litter the ground within, but there was a far more objectionable scene ahead of them.
>You step inside with the same prudence that quieted your approach and turn, looking immediately to you sister’s queen-sized bed, atop which were three figures, only two fully visible.
>Laying on the tousled black sheets to the left is an auburn earth pony observing the other two with a dreamy expression, his maleness unabashedly unsheathed if softened and spent.
>He doesn’t notice your entrance, which gives you plenty of time to absorb further detail from his partners yourself, even if you didn’t much want to.
>The second most easily seen player is your sister, her midnight blue wings extended just slightly from her sides and rocking gently with her hip movement, much of her lower half thankfully consumed in her dark comforter.
>>27828811
>She’d abandoned her usual attire for a bare coat excluding her headpiece; the traditional tiara had been replaced with a familiar steel blue sallet.
>A pleasured sigh is wrung from the third bedmate and final guard as your sister retreats from his horn, a long line of saliva connecting her pink tongue with the tip.
>Ah, you have something of his.
>From the bits of him you can see from under both the sheets AND your sister’s superiorly-sized form you believe you can make out a rust orange coat.
>”Please, s-somepony, help…” he whimpers, but the tone and soft volume of his voice betrays his words, and the other male only grins.
>”Nay,” Luna rejects huskily, her lower body working him frantically into her crowded bed, “Thine partner lies d-defeated, and nopony comes to thine aid. Thy precious, young, soft body belongs—nng… to the Queen of the Night, and you will serve your queen… u-ugh, yes, serve us…”
>Queen, hm?
>Right.
>You open your mouth to object with a biting remark, but unfortunately you’re beaten to the punch by a slightly less witty reaction.
>”What in Equis is that sme-?… C-Crackers!“ Eggnog squeaks in embarrassment, the heavy helm in her magical grasp clattering to the ground as she loses focus.
>The three bedfellows mirror her sound of surprise and flinch in unison, the bold auburn colt quickly flipping onto his stomach to hide his brazenly displayed stallionhood.
>You can’t hold back the amused smirk that spreads on your face when your sister’s first act after being caught is NOT to dismount the ashamed male beneath her, but instead to hurriedly shake the Nightmare Moon helm from her head and magically jam it under her bed.
>”S-sister?! This is not wh-wh-… A-ah—“ She gasps, flustered, a grimace replacing your smile as the unmistakable and slick sound of her de-coupling the orange stallion underneath the covers reaches your ears.
>>27828827
>It suddenly takes all of your self-control as a mare and a ruler not to imagine your own flesh and blood sister being penetrated in vivid detail.
>Maybe confronting her in the act for a laugh instead of knocking wasn’t the brightest idea you’ve ever had.
“Hah! Yes, do regale me with the incredible tale of how YET MORE male watch-guards accidently ‘fell’ inside you whilst helping you search for your lost crown.” you return, stopping her excuses early and hoping your wry retort is enough to hide your own heating face.
>Both of the stallions collect a layer of sheets and pull them from the bed to hide their shame, their heads hung like reprimanded foals.
>Your sister visibly pouts as they hastily retreat to her personal bathroom, collecting their bits of armor on the way.
>Your aid emits another high-pitched sound as the piece she’d brought up the stairs hovered by in a baby blue aura and accidentally bumped her on the cutie mark, shocking her into hiding her wandering eyes again.
>”Both our work and the night are completed, sister. Why do you insist on spoiling our-our—“
”With GUARDS that have a POST and a JOB that you were taking them from with your bawdy appetites?” you interrupt, silencing her.
>”W-We were merely doing our duty as an administrator!” she replies defensively, shifting fully atop her nearly bare bed to face you, “Thy little birds are always so tense and distracted when they report to us,” Luna trails off, turning towards her open bathroom.
>Her eyes lid as she inspects something outside of your angle of vision within.
>”-and you know how they… ache so, in the mornings…”
>This is why you keep telling them to STOP sending male guards down here.
>Shining needs to quit delegating these things to Snare and Flechette; those mares were nothing but trouble and they NEW how your sister was.
>>27828845
>This marked the second time this month—you knew of—that they’d ‘accidentally’ logged some new, eager male recruit to her morning chamber detail, and this time it was two of them.
>”Perhaps if you tended to thine flock thyself every once and a while, they wouldn’t suffer so…” Luna remarks further, shooting you a crass smile. “…tending to ANY flock might improve YOUR mood, as well…“
>You scowl at her as the males depart from her washroom, their coats, wings and horn dyed alabaster with the return of their enchanted plate.
>You share the same unkind look with them as they quickly leave your sister’s room, their ‘swords’ thankfully hidden away from the public that would surely pass them in the halls when they arrived.
>Eggnog is only just emerging fully from her paper wall.
”I have an important matter to discuss with you, so if you have any more insubordinates hiding in your sheets I’d appreciate a warning before any more coltish grunting, my QUEEN.”
>Your sister’s face burns as she breaks eye contact with you, frowning but receptive.
>Hmpf, that shut’er up.
>You’ll teach her to bring up the Sun Diarch’s… issues, in casual conversation.
>…
>Every untaken pony had dry spells.
>It-it wasn’t like you weren’t—
“Ahem—“ you cough, ridding yourself of unnecessary and… depressing thoughts, “anyways, I’ve come to speak to you about Anonymous...”
>The last word catches her attention immediately, but the droop in her ears answers your next question before you can ask it.
“You still haven’t had any luck?”
>”No, sister. Neither poise nor force has had any effect. Whether concussed or recovering his sleeping mind whispers in puzzles I cannot solve...” She replies, knitting her brow in the thought.
>Horseshoes.
>>27828854
>You didn’t exactly like asking her to spy on pon-uh, people, as it were, but it was a little hard combating the ‘what if’s and ‘maybe’s that found you at night without a little more solid reassurance.
>Words were just words, and in absolute ignorance they could spin any sort of falsehoods to suit the speaker.
>You were completely in the dark, and considering your inability to garner any significant amount of information about him beyond his word and his personal effects this Anonymous had a troubling amount of power in the situation.
>This was all probably paranoia, but it never hurt to be sure…
>More hoofs-on time would just have to be spent.
>You couldn’t be around him at all hours, but he was rarely alone for long stretches concerning his injuries.
>SOMEPONY would notice if he was truly malevolent.
>You felt bad scrutinizing him under the circumstances, but nothing quite like this had ever happened before, and there were so many possible outcomes—many bad—that you would be doing every single being in Equiestria a disservice by not investigating to the best of your abilities.
>If ‘wait and see’ was the best you could do, then so be it.
“It’s alright, Luna.” You comfort, offering her a small nod, “If that’s the way things are, just pop in on him every once and a while and report any changes. That should suffice. In the meantime I’ll try to spend a bit more time with him.”
>Your sister returns your nod, your plan set in her head.
“That will be all. Try and… get some rest while I’m gone? You know how I worry when you stay up like this.” You chide, flashing her a warm look as you turn to leave.
>She huffs foalishly at you mothering but smiles all the while, clearly content with your parting words.
>>27828759
>fucking bipedal cows
What are you, a furry? I swear, fucking cows coming and taking all the eligible stallions...
But in all seriousness, gross. Now if you'll excuse me, gonna look at more pones.
>>27828867
>As you go you leave your attending behind, her treble voice echoing down the staircase as she bids farewell to your sister.
>”U-uhm, yes. Very well, that will be all… yes.” you hear, your ears turning back to listen in in further detail, “I-… I wasn’t– I mean … I didn’t see anything, by the way…”
>Ahh, poor lamb.
>She saw EVERYTHING.
Welp, there's that part. Questions, comments, errors, etc, lay'em on me. My updated pastebin is below. Let's go 1K views!
http://pastebin.com/u/tANDghouls
>>27828146
So you agree that men shouldn't be able to defend themselves?
Just because something unfair happens to one gender doesn't mean it's okay if it happens to the other. This is literally the agenda sjw's push, just in reverse.
Acting as bad as someone doesn't make you better than them It makes you as bad as them.
So, uh, I found the missing section of my story, and I'm gonna upload it to the pastebin.
I'm working on an update, for anyone who's still interested.
http://pastebin.com/zWdCvB6A
>>27828911
>"not a whole lot"
>>27828940
You do realize the name of this thread? And for the record, FemAnon NOT going to jail would be the sjw ideal. So go white knight in another thread.
>>27828961
Everything, Anon.
>>27828978
Ehh, ya' know? I guess this was fine. I didn't check the word count properly beforehand so I thought it was a little shorter than it was.
>>27829004
It's less how their society responded to it and more Anon's response to it that I had a problem with.
>>27828911
Oh and uhh, the second part has been added to the prologue. It's not it's own separate thing like usual. Sorry for any confusion.
>>27828712
>Irish equestrian things
>Minotaurs
>Not sheep
>Not drunken sheep hitting on Anon in broad daylight
>Not sheep stumbling forward like aggressive clouds, their tiny wool caps tilted on their heads
>Not being called a "Ba-aaaad boy"
>Not being told to "R-R-RAM IT IN" by a sheep
>Being unable to stop snickering at the pun
>Not having adorable cottonballs bump into you to show you how stronk they are
>How ponies may have a chest tuft, but they're ALL TUFT
>I don't know where I was going with this but I liked the sheep puns
>something something all the sheep are scots-irish.
>>27829249
>Anon orders a 'black and tan' at the bar thinking such a thing doesn't have any negative connotations here in horsie world.
>As one every sheep pauses and eyeballs him, producing unfriendly looking sticks from their wool.
>Tonight was a 'fuck the British in any world' kind of day.
>>27829029
What? Not planning and executing a massive jailbreak for Fem?
I wouldn't do that shit for my brother, why would Anon do it for some bitchy girlfriend?
>>27829249
>Sheepwaifu makes a sweater from her wool
>Anon puts it on
>"YOU'RE INSIDE ME NOW"
>>27829402
I don't think Femanon was Anon's girlfriend in these stories, safe for one. They were just two humans in Equestria.
>>27828911
the first few parts felt utterly unnecessary
more like something that should have been in a one shot all on it's own
tacking it onto the story feels just... so out of place
>>27828867
poor context, i wasn't sure what was happening from the get-go or why it was happening
>>27828911
was kinda hoping anon would be on the bed, but that's wishful thinking so early in a story. Really liking this.
>>27829666
>satan dubs
>>27829666
>holy shit, satan trips
>>27829637
very poor context, I honestly thought this was a different story
I'd recommend just removing this entirely/rewriting
it got lewd/rapey real fast for no discernible reason
>>27829573
*whispers* Ghouls wanted to do inserts of characters, thinking it wouldn't interrupt the flow of everything.
>>27829509
That just makes it worse.
What idiot would put himself at risk for a stranger that got themselves locked up for assaulting him?
People in this thread really complain about lack of context a lot. It just doesnt make sense to me, I never have trouble telling what story is being written or what is happening, I think some of you guys are just retarded or something.
>>27829968
Some of us don't visit this thread every day, so it's hard to catch up on things when we do come back and writefags don't clarify whether greens are continuations or not at each update. *cough* LaP *cough cough*
>>27829968
I see no reason why a writefag can't post a link to the pastebin story they're continuing at the top of their first post. Not only that but there is almost never any indication as to whether or not what they're posting is a one-shot or part of an existing story.
>>27828221
>I honestly didn't know it was still in demand
Bulls hit. It is probably the most in demand, followed by jagog.
>>27830056
One reason why is because we (or at least just me but I don't think so)are lazytrust you Anons to be capable enough to figure it out. I've gotten flack despite almost always at least cross-linking to the story I continued in the last thread or linking to a prompt in the first story post.
Other times it's because sometimes we jump the gun and start posting before remembering to post the bin in the first post and don't feel like deleting it to restart because you just want to dump the thing you've been working on for a while so it goes in at the end just to make sure some late comers might catch on. Putting out something that's somewhat kind of barely half-decent takes more time than most would thinkI would knowI don't think it's unreasonable to assume you Anons can take a couple of moments to read the first post and think about what the story might relate to.
And a few other times, I know I've done this for some silly one shots, is because we want to surprise you all. Giving a little spiel about the story in the first post kind of ruins whatever cheeky writefaggoty we may have had planned.
>>27828752
I don't think you did anything wrong with how you posted. The little blurb in the first post is more than enough for me and the bin at the end only makes it better.I haven't read what you actually posted yet as it's late and I gotta turn in for the night but you haven't disappointed so far.Either way it's good to see you're still going strong writefriend.
>Anon gets captured and held 'hostage', Princess Peach-style.
>Luna or Cadence set off on a 'quest' to rescue him and prove their love.
>In Cadence's case, she's hilarious incompetent.
>In Luna's, she's that Barbarian that smashes through walls instead of opening the door, not slowing her down.
>Anon, in the meanwhile, is enjoying his vacation from those crazy ponies.
>His abductor, Fleur, is confused.
>>27830383
>the little blurb in the first post
This is perfect. It's one line where the writer says "by the way this is the story I'm continuing" or "this is a one-shot" It's not a lot to ask for. It takes zero effort and it stops anons from bitching about how they don't know what's being written and writers from bitching that they shouldn't have to put minimum effort into making their shit readable.
>>27829573
Hrm... if by 'first few parts' you mean the first post or two, then I think I see what's happening. When I was editing, I removed a line that mentioned that the 'repairs' they were talking about were for Celestia's garden, the one Anon destroyed, because it sounded really clunky. I thought there were more mentions of it afterwards but now that I'm reading through it I see I might have needed to be more specific. I've altered a line in the pastebin to add more clarification, the spoilered bit.
>With all the work that’s been done, plus the amounts quoted to us before, the repairsto the gardenshould cost approximately two-thousand, three-hundred and fifty bits. Erm—”
Sorry about that, boys. If you meant something beyond that though, I don't really understand. I thought I wrote the slight jump in time pretty straight-forward.
>>27829637
See above, hopefully.
>>27829666
Haha, yeah, I actually thought about that too. It is a little early for that, though there will probably be some light flirting just up ahead. Glad you enjoyed yourself though, and sorry if the beginning was a little unclearmy Dark Savior.
>>27829763
See partially above, but as for the rest: Unlike S&F I've already established full l-lewd in FI proper with Rarity's little bathroom scene, and I wanted the next part in the story to be a little less dour. I thought I could add a little more depth to Luna and Celestia's personalities and get a few laughs in the process with the bedroom scene, but I guess it didn't land right with everybody. Also, there wasn't any rape going on, it was just Luna charming impressionable guards away from their posts. I wasn't trying to send any rapey vibes or anything, haha.
>>27829893
I don't understand? The only more fleshed-out character I added was Celestia's secretary, and that was mostly because I wanted to expand the world a little and give her someone different to work off of. Also, I thought she was cute.
ITT faggots arguing over something trivial
Shut the fuck up it isn't even that big a deal
Readers: quit acting like little bitches about dumb bullshit that takes 2 secs to figure out
Writers: don't pretend like the anons are asking you to move the moon and the stars for them
Fucking a you guys
>>27829968
>>27830010
>>27830056
If the outcry is really so big, I guess I could post a literal link directly to the source story. Didn't think I needed to, though. I put my pastebin at the end of every story.
>>27830383
>>27830523
This, mostly, but I guess I could do more if it really is a problem.
Also, hay Frosty. Did you say Minotits was done? As in... in your pastebin? Cause I could do with some Minotits.
>>27830680
Didn't mean to cause such a shitstorm. I'll go back to my word-dungeon now...
>>27830724
Crying nerd poster here
You didn't start a shitstorm this is something that people have bitched about before
srs don't worry about it you didn't do anything wrong
Both sides are being dumb little babies
>>27830754
Ehh, life. Hopefully I cleared a few things up with my small edit and not-so-small textwalls.
>>27830383Also, I didn't mean to be curt and ignore your vote of confidence or anything Frosty it's just that I was already writing a lot and-and pls don't be mad we're still senpais right I didn't, I mean, I-I love you t-Hah, Haha! W-what? No I didn't say anything! Nevermind! HAHAHA-
>>27816999
Trips confirm, this needs to be made.
>>27828597
That was cute.
>>27828974
But you're dead.
>>27822508
Femanon is a trash character. It's a shame, because if you wrote about Anon it'd be a good story.
>>27827828
Good females are rare to the point of barely existing.
>>27831673
>Says the child who just watched a SJW cringe comp
Fucking. Stop.
>>27831705
what
>>27828396
See, this is cute. Probably the only time I've ever approved of a Femanon being involved in anything.
>>27828911
C'est magnifique!
>>27831602
It was a decent character here.
Whether Anon/mananon/femanon is a shit character depends on the writer.
This guy did a decent job of it
.>>27822508
>>27830436
>Celestia just assumes Anon'll come back on his own.
>Guardpony tells her Anon has been kidnapped
>"He'll be fine, stop making such a fuss."
"But the ransom note! They'll shave him if we don't pay!"
>"If it's so important to you, I'll ask one of my students to go deal with it."
>Celestia goes back to her gameboy
>>27828911
I like this! Another!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QxJrjV4PNXA
this song fits so well kinderquestria
>>27830677
So Celestia is sexually frustrated and needs a dick in this story, right? And she eventually winds up being pretty "good friends" with Anon, as evidenced by Rarity's observations, correct?
What I'm trying to hint at is that she needs a dose of Anon's dick. He's gotta bone that sun pone. The lewd demands it.
>>27828597
WANT MORE IRISH MINOTITS
>>27828597
Please man, post more
>>27828221
HOH SHIT IT'S A LICH
NECROMANCY IS A SIN AGAINST GOD, MAN
>>27832589
>Be Anon in Englandquestria
>It's basically like regular Equestria except that all the ponies talk funny and have bad teeth.
>You open your cupboard and find you are all out of waifu.
>You can't make your pancakes without that!
>You need your pancakes!
>You have to have some waifu around here, you're sure you got some last week.
>You don't have any waifu.
>You leave your house and venture forth to obtain this critical ingredient.
>The marketponies tell you they've sold out when you ask them.
"I need some waifu."
>"Oi guv'nor, we're all owt orf dat."
>"Innit." the keeper of the next stall over adds.
"Fuck."
>"Faaarrrrrk." the shopkeeper agrees.
>You leave the town market and continue your search.
>The next town over might have some maybe?
>You go to the fast travel cart and travel to Minotitville.
>"Aye, would ye look at that bald scunner over there."
>"Och, I'd have him blow me bagpipes"
>"Hey ye oveh thare, fancy a drink? We can go get a round at the poob."
"Sorry, I need to get my waifu first"
>"Aye, ye'll nae find any waifu that way, come let us give ye a han'."
"Okay."
>You go with the two minotits and they lead you to the town's general store.
>Inside is an old looking mino bull behind a counter.
>"Ey Laddie, oor frund 'ere needs a mite wee bit of waifu." the first minotaur cow tells the shopkeeper.
>"Coming ri' up Lassie. You an' Luddie sweet on the shaved chappie 'ere?"
>"Aye." The two mino cows reply.
>"Ye' sure e's no a poof like the lastun?"
>The two female minos turn to each other and hurredly mutter to each other.
>"Nae ye, boot we like oor oods"
>"Are ye a poof then, sonny?" the old shopbull asks
"No, I'm not into men."
>"You'd best watch ye'self aroond these two thun, they'll have you giving it oop their ye-knoo-whuts as soon as look at ye." The shopkeeper gossips.
>"Un jus' 'tween yew un me, uf I coul' stull ge' i' oop these two'd prublly be sheathing me shillelagh" he adds.
>He passes you your box of waifu with a wink.
>>27830884It's okay sempai, I know <3 I had just turned in for the night, just woke up a little bit ago actually. I said that in my post you silly, sorry I made you worry though bby
I didn't get the impression you were being curt, I've been exactly where you are before so just the acknowledgement alone I took to mean you agreed at least with one of the things I listed above and that's good enough for me.
>>27830724
You know, I think you're the only one to ask about that story after the last segment was posted. I'm having a bit of a rough patch with work and life so being able to focus on it hasn't been happening and since everyone seemed to have forgotten it I've had even less motivation to do it.
I've been writing different things here and elsewhere to try and keep myself from going dull. The Missfortune story above for instance, but as Anonymous because usually Femanon stories get aggressively dismissive responses and generate posts that are best summed up like this Anon >>27828169 and I didn't really want to have it leveraged directly at me like when JaGoG went down. Both of those things did happen anyway but wasn't quite as bad as I thought it might be which is why I'm only owning up to that now.
TL;DR I'm a fag-writer not a writefag.
Working on fixing that though, but first I need coffee.
>>27828911
Fuck me, but that's good. I've always liked the idea of casual slut Luna.
>>27829968
Right? I think it's to do with a lack of actual reading experience outside of greentext and anime subtitles.
>>27832790
I don't, because it makes me go full autist. Sucks because I love the green otherwise.
>>27832818
I get that. I might feel differently if i were emotionally invested in Luna as a character instead of just enjoying when she's present and not caring when she isn't.
>>27832696
Ok, lets see were this story goes
>>27832844
Drunk does only joke one-shots.
>>27832857
His whiskey dick can't handle anything longer.
I have some more get cutter get butter
>>27832895
>Be Anon
>It was kind of awkward bending down to get that can of cider
>That testicle cloth-thing that you were wearing was just a little too tight, so whenever you tried to lean forward it felt like your boys were snuggling against your johnson
>And speaking of your johnson: why the hell did you have to wear this weird, oddly oriented cloth to cover the thing?
>Ponies had always thought it was weird that you wore pants and underwear, but having a weird sleeve was alright?
>Don't get it twisted, it was actually pretty comfortable
>Whatever material Rara had made this thing out of felt nice
>And you weren't too proud to admit that you thought it looked kinda tasteful on you
>But, like this weird ball bra thing, it was too small
>It had taken twenty minutes for you to widdle into it for Christ's sake
>You had to be soft, since there was no way that it was going to fit you hard, so it--
SLAP!
>You twitched in startlement as you felt something hitting your ass
>It wasn't a very hard slap, but it was enough that you could feel a slight stinging sensation where the blow had landed
>"Owowowowowowowowowowowowowowowo!"
>You picked your head up and looked over at the little horses sitting on the couch that they had stole from that flower hoers's house
>Both Pank and Rara were looking back at you with eyes as wide as dinner plates and mouths that may as well have been hanging to the floor
>You raised an eyebrow at these silly, red-faced ponies, before you looked over at Twilight
>"OwowowowowhydidIdothatohmyCelestiathatreallyreallyhurt!"
>The purple pony's face had twisted into a look of pure agony
>Her ears were pinned against the side of her head, her face was scrunched up slightly, and she was cradling one of her hooves close to her chest
>...
>You looked at her hoof, then back at your ass
>Did she...
>...
>Really?
>"Wowie, that looks like it really smarts," Pinkie whisper-shouted
>"Are you alright, Twilight dear," Rarity asked as Twilight began to pain-wiggle
>>27832906
>"Sweet C-Celestia, it felt like h-hitting an anvil," the princess whimpered, looking up at you with a quivering lip, tears in the corner of her eyes.
>Little pony had hurt herself
>Not that you were too surprised
>Your ass WAS pretty powerful
>"There, there dear," Rara said, wrapping a hoof around her friend's withers. "Everything's alright. Just keep shaking it. The pain will subside in a few moments I'm sure."
>Sniffling, Twilight nodded, leaning into the white unicorn
>Pank, with a look of concern on her face, hopped over so that she was sitting on the other side of the bookworm
>"Do you want somepony to do and get you an ice pack, Twilight?" she asked, rubbing her side comfortingly
>Sniffling again, Twilight shook her head
>"N-No thank you," she whispered. "I-I'll be fine. I-I just n-need a minute..."
>Rarity let out a coo as Twilight leaned against her a little more
>Nuzzling the top of her friend's head, she began to run her hoof through Twilight's mane
>"Maybe hitting Anonymous may not to the best idea in the future?"
>Twilight nodded again, looking up at you
>"A-Are you alright, A-Anon?" she asked, dragging a hoof across her nose. "I-I didn't hurt you d-did I?"
>...
>Jesus Christ...
>You didn't even do anything and now you felt bad...
>Forgetting that the four of you needed to put on a show, you knelt down and gently grabbed her injured hoof, rubbing a thumb along the area where her hoof met her leg
>Twilight let out a quiet whimper, but seemed to sink into the sofa as you continued to knead the sensitive flesh
>The look of pain began to drain from her face, and her sniffling slowly but surely stopped
>Rarity, with a glow of her horn, magicked up a handkerchief and cleaned up the princess's face
"There you go," you muttered, giving her hoof a little kiss to make it all better. "Now you're--"
>>27832922
>"RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
>You, Twilight, Rarity, and Pinkie jumped as a series of shrill cries erupted from your gym
>Your head snapped back just in time to see about a dozen stallions, all of them looking like they were about to bust a blood vessel, began crawling through your broken windows
>"PIGS! PIGS! YOU'RE BUCKING PIGS!"
>"GET YOUR HOOVES OFF THAT POOR STALLION RIGHT THE BUCK NOW!"
>"THEY HIT HIM AND THEN THEY MAKE HIM KISS THE HOOF THAT THEY HIT HIM WITH?! GET THAT BUCKING MARE! GET HER!"
>"LET'S TEACH HER WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU HIT STALLIONS IN THE NEW WORLD ORDER!"
>"MUH AFFIRMATIVE ACTION!"
>With another bellowing cry, the stallions began to charge toward the four of you
>As they got closer you noticed that many of them were wild-eyed, and one or two of them were even foaming at the mouth
>Jeeze...
>Someone was a little upset...
>Letting go of Twilight's hoof, you reached over and grabbed the bottles on the ground before you stood up to your full height
>You took a step forward, ready to begin painting your masterpiece
>Just a little closer...
>If they got a little closer then the pain train could--
>"GET'EM!"
>"THE BOGEYS ARE IN POSITION! THE BOGEYS ARE IN POSITION!"
>THE MICE ARE RUNNING FOR THE CHEESE! THE MICE ARE RUNNING FOR THE CHEESE!"
>The guard, dozens of them launched themselves from the rooftops where they were hiding, swooping down with nets
>Many of the stallions skidded to a halt seeing the mares in their golden and deep blue armor
>The anger on their faces morphed into surprise and even fear
>Many of them began backing up as the guard closed in, hoping to retreat back into the gym
>What they didn't see however were the ground troops that had quickly snuck behind him when their backs were turned
>>27832922
Buns of steel are the best weapons.
>>27832932
>"RUNAWAY!"
>"THEY'RE GONNA GET US!"
>"EVERY STALLION FOR HIMSELF!"
>A smile worked its way into your face as the stallions quickly scattered
>You could hear the stallions in the gym screaming profanities and threats
>They were throwing your gym equipment at the guard but they were too hard away
>Some tried to crawl out the broken windows to try to help their fellows, only to be pulled back into the gym by other frantic stallions
>They could only watched as the rout began, helpless to help their fellows
>A few of the jerks outside tried to make a break for it, some charged the guards, and a few even tried to beg and plead and cry for the guards to just let them go
>But in the end all of them were cuffed and lugged away to wherever they were holding the prisoners
>"STOP SHOVING SO HARD!"
>"THAT HURTS! YOU'RE HURTING ME! YOU'RE HURTING ME!"
>"GET OFF ME YOU BUCKING PIGS! PIGS!"
>You took a deep breath as your smile widened and widened and widened some more
>Rarity had been right
>This WAS just the thing to get those fuckers out of your gym...
>Your eyes wandered over toward the remaining stallions at the gym
>There were still too many of them in there you knew, and you weren't too sure that a little ass slap was going to bring them out in droves again
>They might not have been smartest bunch but you were sure, after they pieced together what had happened, they would wise up to your plan
>It was going to get harder to get them out of there now
>You looked back at the girls, smirking like a motherfucker
>Harder but not impossible...
>All you needed to do was kick this whole thing up a couple of notches...
>>27832953
>Be Cara--er, Alibaba
>And you couldn't believe what you just watched
>Anon, the stallion that had helped you break your chains of oppression, had been totally and completely broken by the mare menace
>They had forced him to wear clothing that most sluts wouldn't be caught dead in, they had belittled and mocked him, they had poured cider at his feet, and they had slapped him on the rump like he was an object
>And forcing him to get on his knees and KISS the hoof that had hit him...
>You took a step away from the window you had been peering out of, feeling sick to your stomach
>All around you your brothers were muttering amongst themselves
>Many of them were outraged, some of them were weeping softly to themselves, and yet others looks like they wanted to leap out there and teach those mares a lesson
>But you knew their game now
>This was a trap
>They WANTED you to try to save Anon...
>They WANTED out outside so they could overwhelm you with their superior numbers...
>You shook your head in pity, taking a moment to mourn the loss of your great teacher
>>27832994
>That poor, misguided stallion...
>If only he had listened to you he wouldn't be out there being treated like a piece of meat...
>"Hah! I knew Twilight would figure out a way to get you dummies!"
>All of the angry grumbling, all of the nervous whispers, all of the crying stopped and the entire gym instantly went silent
>You picked your head up and looked over at your prisoners
>Rainbow Dash, tied up and leaning against Princess Celestia, was smiling at you
>SMILING, after all of you had just watched that stallion get treated like less than a person!
>Rainbow's smile widened when she saw your expression
>"She's going to get each and everyone of you buckers," the pegasus proclaimed. "She's going to put you away and lock away the key!"
>As you stood there, looking into those rosy, smug, deponizing eyes of her's you felt something inside of you snap
>Rage, unlike any you had ever felt, began to fill your being
>Your body went stiff, your eyes narrowed, and you could feel your lips pulling back into a snarl
"Get them up!" you roared. "Get those prisoners up and get them over here RIGHT NOW!"
>The other stallions, seeing that you were absolutely LIVID, were quick to follow your orders, dragging Fluttershy, Applejack, Rainbow, and the princess over to you
>You were pacing back and forth, snorting and growling as your tail flicked back and forth
"The mare mocks us, brothers! She wishes to stop our revolution and put us back in the irons of oppression!"
>You looked down at your prisoners, the very creatures that made this world oh so horrible and chaotic
>Rainbow was still smiling up at you, as if was in on a joke that you hadn't been told
>Blood boiling, you leaned down until the your noses were touching
"But we will not falter! Our cause is just and we will see it through to the en--"
>"Oh, I see your game young stallion!"
>You stopped your tirade to look over at Princess Celestia
>>27833006
>You stopped your tirade to look over at Princess Celestia
>The alicorn was giving you a solemn look, the ball gag that had been in her mouth floating beside her, caught up in the golden glow of magic
>...You didn't even put that ball gag on her
>None of the fellas had
>It wasn't like she had been yelling or anything, so none of you had seen a point in doing something like that...
>...
>In fact... where the heck did that ball gag even come from?
>You never remembered seeing--
>"You wish to make an example of us for the mares outside," the princess continued, easily standing up and pulling off the rubber bands that had been holding her in place
>...Wait
>Was she always able--
>"You want to turn the tables on us, treat us as we were nothing more than objects for your amusement and pleasure."
>A bead of sweat dripped down the princess's face as she looked at all of you... with an uncomfortable amount of intensity
>You found yourself taking a nervous step back
>What the buck was going on?
>What was wron--
>"You mean to humiliate us no doubt. Perhaps treat us like maids and force us to clean up after you as you had once done for us?"
>You and the fellas looked at each other as the princess's horn glowed
>There was a pop, and in a flash four frilly, tight-fitted maids outfits adorned the princess, Rainbow, Applejack, and Fluttershy, complete with little hats and stockings
>...
>"O-Oh, my," Flutter squeaked, looking down at her attire with a blush
>Rainbow and Applejack, who was still wearing her cowpony hat, looked at each other in confusion
>"What the buck is this?" Rainbow demanded
>Applejack looked down at the black and white little number that she was wearing
>"An' why an' the hay do these fit us?"
>Princess Celestia, her face the very picture of solemn reserve, though she was still sweating, looked down at you
>>27833017
>You could see that she was wearing a pair of black panties that looked like they were two sizes too small and her tail were braided in such a way that you...
>Ew...
>Your nose scrunched up at you, and everypony else with a lick of sense, took a step backward
>"Maybe you wish to give us some form of punishment beforehand."
>The princess's horn glowed
>A paddle, with an insignia of the sun carved into it, appeared at your hooves
>Celestia, still with that solemn look of her's spun around and presented her rump to you
>Look how bucking fat it is...
>You bet that thing jiggles every time it walks...
>...Double ew
>"Don't worry, Fluttershy and friends, I shall endure whatever punishment that these big, m-musclebound stallions have in mind for us," she said, wiggling her ugly butt in your face. "But I must insist that you hold nothing back. Use me as roughly as you wish."
>Fluttershy, a bit of pink in her cheeks, perked up slightly
>"U-Um, if it's a-alright with you m-maybe I could e-endure some punishment t-too?" she muttered, looking over at you hopefully as your eyes twitched. "I-If that's okay with you o-of course."
>>27833026
Alright, I'm done
>>27833031
God damn Anon is going to get so jealous, he will hulk out again on principle.
>>27828597
This gets me thinking. Has anyone done a bard anon here yet? Maybe he could passively use magic when he does his songs and not realize it causing great hilarity and confusion.
>>27832696
I need a freedom translation.
>>27833128
>What the fuck is a Cheeky Nando's?
Fucking Celestia, I swear to god.FUCKING FLUTTERSHY
>Be Anonymous
>Be on a stage in the middle of town
>Be giving an important announcement
>Most of Ponyville knows what happened in your gym, and so you have the guards posted nearby just in case the stallions get uppity again.
"Attention Ponyville!"
>You sift through your papers.
>They're all blank because you already know what you're going to say.
"Effective immediately, my gym's membership is now exclusively for mares. For those of you too stupid to understand all that, Thunderlane, that means that my gym is now an all-mare's gym."
>Deep, yet feminine, voices ring out in the crowd.
>They're doing shit like calling you a gender-traitor.
>Thankfully, most of the colts (the ones who are either not muscle-bound or not arrested) look very embarrassed.
>You're happy to know that most stallions aren't stupid fucking shits like... every stallion you've met.
>When the crowd quiets down, you continue.
"You have proven beyond the shadow of a doubt that stallions are not responsible enough nor capable enough to have something like a gym devoted to them."
>More shouts; this time a few objects are thrown at you. The guard rushes in to fix this.
"And don't forget that I have all of your names and addresses written down. If I find any vandalism on my gym, I will personally go to each and every one of your houses and break ALL of your windows."
>You walk away to the childish screeches of grown stallions and the satisfied laughter of the mares.
>>27833026
Aw yiss. Celestia is a dirty, dirty mare.
>>27833221
A little unreasonable, he should've just banned all of the ones he knew were a problem however I'd do the same just to not have to deal with any more bullshit.
In saying that, I would've never opened a gym in the first place.
>>27833238
I'd actually love to see RGRiE stories where Anon meets stallions who are like the regular, reasonable women in our world.
>Anon meets a stallion friend
>He thinks modern stallionism is embarrassing
>Doesn't think stallions (stallyons) are oppressed
>Doesn't think it's cool to hit mares (knowing that they can't hit him back)
>Probably feels really weird when a stallionish fop calls him "brother"
>>27833238
But they were ALL a problem though.
Every single stallion who was a part of the Iron Church were fucked in the head.
The sample size may be a bit small but that is still 100% representation, from Anon's perspective the ban would be fair.
>>27833521
Isn't the bigger problem the performance enhancing drugs he gave to the stallions? The Swole Swole juice as they called it? Wouldn't it be likely that it screwed up the hormone balance of the colts and started leading to irrational or violent and aggressive behaviour?
>>27833603
That was a big factor, but they still made those decisions.
>I was going to get real swole, but then I got high
I like how Celestia doesn't take them seriously at all. They're so caught up in their own vapid selves that they fail to notice that their GODDESS-QUEEN who controls the sun (and formally the moon) conjured up her own ball gag. Typical colts, not even keeping a close eye on the hostage they're supposed to be ransoming.
>>27833603
I doubt that Anon would see it that way. He'd probably make it an all-mares gym just out of spite.
>>27832906
>>It had taken twenty minutes for you to widdle into it for Christ's sake
Well there's your problem, of course it'll be hard to put on your cock sock if it's wet.
Next time don't piss on your clothes before you put them on.
>>27833521
If somehow a stallion proves himself to not be a barbel tossing spacker, Anon can always make an exception.
I don't expect it'll happen very often though.
Maybe once a decade?
>>27833260
That would be interesting i guess.
But silly pons gonna silly.
>>27833128
>Day Half of the Northern bit of America in Equestria.
>You wake up and ride your mobility scooter into the kitchen to have breakfast
>You begin shovelling things into your big fat yankee gob but notice something strange.
>There's nothing going in!
>You look down and see your food is gone, presumably stolen by mexicans like your jobs.
>This means you're out of waifus, your favorite of favorite foods.
>You go to the mall and they're out of them
>You pick up an extra gun and flag while you're there, gotta support our troops.
>You cry a manly tear of pride at all the people your army has killed in the name of FREEDOM.
>So beautiful.
>You scootle over to the next mall over, the Wisconsin Malty Mart.
>Some cowgirls speak in their incomprehensible Wisconstian accent
"I need waifu. Big hungry."
>"[WISCONSIN NOISES]."
>You follow after them as they lead onwards on their cow-spot-pattern painted scooters.
>The waifu department attendant is also wisconsiniteian, so you don't understand a word she says either.
>You get your waifu in the end.
>And eat it.
>Just according to kikeaku.
>Translators note: Kikeaku means plan
CONTD...
>>27833686
CONTINUE
>>27833603
The problem is those moronic stallions gave the swole swole juice to children.
Children who will now in the best case need repeated visits to the horsepital to ensure they don't have developmental problems as a result.
Also the stallions didn't even bother trying to know their own limits.
Despite Anon's attempts to teach them.
Fuck those guys.
>>27833635
Celestia has dealt with worse than some cranky stallions over the years.
She knows she's in no real danger so she decides to see if she can get some enjoyment out of the situation.
And maybe a gym membership with the cute alien stud.
>>27833260
>Be Anon
>Be drinking with your best friend, Big Mac.
>It's just the two of you tonight, but you honestly don't mind.
>He's probably the only who can keep up with you to begin with.
>So much better than dealing with Caramel, you swear…
>"Hey, Non! Do you…wanna head back to my place after t-this?"
>He shifts in his seat.
>"We got some good cider I-in the barn, and most of the guys aren't really up for that."
>You smile, and ruffle his hair playfully.
"Sure thing buddy!"
>You go to pay the tab, but he stops you.
>"Please, let me." He says, popping a few bits on the counter.
>What a great bro!
>Be Big Mac.
>Biggest BullFag in all Ponyville…
>Be on a date with your coltfriend, Anonymous.
>You were so excited when he said 'yes' to this the other day.
>You weren't entirely certain he was 'into' colts the same way you were, but now you know.
>After all this time, dealing with prissies like Caramel and Bulk Biceps, you've finally found a stallion who's as big a fag as you.
>After all those hiking trips, drinking contests, and gym visits with him, you were still nervous. Unsure.
>What if he was just butch, like you?
>What if he was freaked out, and told everyone?
>You'd have to be subtle about it…
>So you pulled him aside, away from the gossiping eyes of Caramel and the rest of the boys and asked him out to the bar.
"J-just the two of us…" you'd said.
>He got the message though, and smiled.
>And now he's just agreed to come back to your place.
>You almost fell outta your sheathe right then and there!
>H-hold it together boy, j-just a little longer…
>>27833698
Their plan is the best, too.
>"We will ransom off the ruler of the country TO THE RULER OF THE COUNTRY! Now Princess, how much are you willing to pay for yourself?"Luna doesn't count.
>>27833710
Continue.
>>27833686
I didn't hear you say "God bless America!" you fucking commie!
>>27833723
>Muh god bless americas
It's hard enough as it is to fit my shit into these tiny little boxes without your superfluous religosity nationalism chants.
>Commie
I'll stop being a commie when you goddamn pay me to.
>>27833740
Are we gonna have a problem here?
Does someone need to get invaded?
>>27832895
Thank you for labeling before your drop.
>>27833772
A long time ago in a galaxy far far away America is awesome.Trump 2016
>>27833740
>I'll stop being a commie
>Being a commie pinko bastard
Someone's looking to get liberated.
>>27833710
Do stallions "experiment" as young adults?
>>27833740
Cool clock, Ahmed.
>>27833026
>>You could see that she was wearing a pair of black panties that looked like they were two sizes too small and her tail were braided in such a way that you...
>>Ew...
ew? EW!?
WHAT ARE THESE FAGGOT HORSES
>>27833862
Reverse gender roles, think what it would be like for a feminist to hear that from a fat, rich, white guy.
Oh, if anyone cares, Pokemon Go was release today if you guys want to go and catch your pokemans
>>27833905
meh.
>>27833905
I'll fuck a horse, but poke fuckers are just degenerates.
>>27833889
But she's not fat and she's a pretty pink princess, the ruler of the entire nation.
You'd think that would be pretty attractive.
>>27834016
>Pretty pink princess
Pretty to US.
>>27834020
Nonsense.
>>27833862
Bad taste ponies.
>>27833829
Of course! They're expected to "grow out of it" though. At least, they're expected to grow out of loving stallions EXCLUSIVELY.
>>27833026
>>27833862
>you will never dominate and punish celestia
More Shell when?
>>27834055
She needs more art.
MORE.
>>27834020
>The Princesses aren't attractive to stallions due to different biological views.
>Slender necks and things humans consider beautiful are actually 'butch' to stallions.
>Butch mares like Fleur are only powerful because they're strong magically or physically and can rip a native Equestrian species in half.
>In strolls Anon, who has the opposite views.
>Princesses are confused because Anon's a highly-attractive male who acts like a butch mare, and wants to bone them because they're not butch to him.
>Ponies that are supposed to be attractive by stallion standards are fugly or plain to Anon.
>The scramble over him begins between the Princesses and mares like Fleur.
>Shining is thankful his crotch is getting a break of Cadence the Sex Hulk as she sets her eyes on Anon.
>Anon has no idea why these horses are doing odd things.
>>27834044
I remember there was some green/small greens written about that pic
>>27833740
Called it. Whiskey dick. Now he's getting cranky.
>>27834121
Yessssss
>>27834055
So cuuute. Would she be a good mother?
>>27834187
She'd be the good hearted 'bumbling mother'.
>>27834187
She would be a sitcom dad.
>>27834196
She seems like the type to cheer at her daughter's hoofball game, only to realize halfway through that she had the teams mixed up and is cheering for the opposition.
>>27834187
Tries a little too hard to make up for her lack of marely tuft.
>>27834225
thats adorable
>>27834225
Soooo... >>27834220 ?
>>27833644
Will he go through with the operation just in order to keep lifting, though?
>ponies think the princesses are ugly
Not MY little sun princess. I don't think so.
>>27832040
[French Words!], that mean... I appreciate you reading, sis.
>>27832221
Thanks for saying so. More's on the way.
>>27832534
Hrmmm... I have a lot of the things in the story nailed down already, but THAT is one of the few things I'm not sure about. Hm, time will tell. If it's not in the main story, maybe I'll pull a frosty and make some non-canon lewd or somethin'. Who knows.
>>27832703
Whoo, boy. Well, I am still interested, but I suppose It'll come if you feel the spark again and have some time, since I know that feel. I haven't actually read the Femanon story (or ANY full story in this thread and part of the last one) yet, so I'll have to check that one out. I've been trying to get FI's prologue finished up, haha. Soldier on, man. If you got new stuff I'll be waiting so see it. Ya' know, just... in between updates. I'm not used to it being so damn busy around here. I actually thought this place was supposed to die during summer and I was gonnaswoodin and save the day from page 9, but then suddenly greenwords errywere.
>>27832790
Stallions LOVE a mare in power Anon, and you know what raw power does to mares.
>>27832818
>>27832828
Sorry Anon, I didn't mean to cast her in a negative light or anything like that. I don't think she'd going to be in much of the story, so I figured I'd add a little to her while I could. That being, she's a bit of a stallionizer and a smooth operator.Elizabethan equish gets dem colts rock hard.
>>27833031
Soon my love. If I don't finish this damn thing I'll go crazy.
>>27834567
Just saying this, but the way you cast her is exactly the reason there's a law against Royals and nobles self aborting in my story.
Using power to get laid with no consequences because they can be rid of the child, leaving no ties to the stallion.
>>27834914
Wut?
That doesn't make sense.
I thought the reason was "MOAR ALICORNS SO WE CAN DO MOAR MAGIC", which could actually justify such an extreme law.
>>27835017
Over a thousand years of monarchy including 3 tribes joining together before the current would probably lead to some pretty strong laws, just to keep everyone in check.
>>27835017
>>27835056
Oh and logically Anon should have to impregnate all the other alicorns too.
Over and over again.
Whether any of them want it or not.
Since Aliconrns are that important to have more of.
>>27835090
Aren't you salty.
>>27834121
I'd read the hell out of that.
>>27835108
Not really.
Just pointing out things that dont make sense.
Better to give my comments when i have them than to not give them.I honesty feel confusion towards the reasonings, they just dont make sense.
>>27835144
it sounds great
Can you imagine how cute Celestia and Luna's reactions would be to being called attractive for the first time ever?
>>27835185
Suspicious of Anon's motives.
>>27835223
well at first yeah, but I mean their reactions when they eventually discover he is sincere.
>>27833031
i was just thinking today, that it would be funny if celestia just casually removed her bindings to do something mundane like scratch her snozzel then put them back on with only the mares noticing... am i gonna have to start wearing that thought protection hat again lap?
>>27834914
I think there might still be some confusion here. I'd like to just point fingers, but with so many people bringing things up it's possible that this part was lacking a little in specificity, and maybe I should add another line or two to clarify things.
There was no abuse of power, no rape, nothing unsavory in the situation beyond the lack of professionalism. There were no 'I love you's or 'lets start dating's, It was casual sex that happened on account of Luna being suave and promiscuous and the male soldiers being receptive to her silver tongue. They were fooling around. I mean, Luna was even roleplaying 'villain' with Nightmare Moon's helmet on, called herself the queen of the night and everything.
Okay, you know what? We've had enough flame wars over whether Cadence is the bad guy. Shukaku, you had a good run, but it's time to end the story here. It's the only way to prevent further shitposting.
Maybe in a few weeks you can come back with a new name and pastebin, and this thread will be willing to give you another chance. Until then, thanks for everything.
>>27834121
Please moar of this its amazing.
>>27835495
What?
>>27835495
Oh shut the fuck up summer fag.
>>27835495
Yeh, lets not get crazy Anon. I think this was just a simple misunderstanding.
>>27835431
Yeah, you gave us the What, but not the why. Had you shown prior that Luna was putting moves on the guards, this would not have come as a complete "Wtf" type moment, that makes us, the reader, think she's doing something she shouldn't be.
Something I would suggest is some lines when Celestia goes to the dungeon to see the Anon and Luna is a little too casually talking to the guard, maybe asking when his shift ends, or other vague pickup lines like that.
>>27835495
I agree with the other anon. You need to be quite. You sound just like those idiot principles that ban things from school because of a couple fuck heads. Seriously get the hell out of here if your constitution is so weak that you can't ignore some shit posting.
>>27825697
I vote less intense. It really doesn't seem like the anon that you've made to be angry still. I basically thought he just got over cadence
>>27835495
>Summer-fag detected
>Please initiate "get the fuck out you scrub" protocol
>>27835798
I'll add a little bit more, but to that scene in particular. Going so far back and adding it during such a tense and cautious point in time seems like it would hurt more than help. I wrote the first part a little gloomy and slow and I'm going on to add more to the world, but I didn't really intend FI or it's prologue to be taken seriously enough to infer Luna, like, forcing herself on new guards, so this is coming a little out of left field for me. No big deal, I guess. I'll add something into the scene that gives a little more clarity to Celestia's prior knowledge of Luna's actions.
>>27835495
Is this the fucking johnnybgoode copypasta formatted for Shukaku
>>27834054
>>27834121
I require both of these to happen, especially with Anon.
>>27835798
>>27835910
It's a minor change, but I think I put it in where it wouldn't be out of place, and I even tied it into Celestia's less-than-stellar track record with the boys. I was as straight forward as I could be without being ham-fisted or obvious.
>This marked the second time this month—you knew of—that they’d ‘accidentally’ logged some new, eager male recruit to her morning chamber detail, and this time it was two of them.
>Though you didn't much like to admit it, Luna's silver tongue was a tad... sharper, than yours.
>Sharp enough to simply WIN casual encounters with two males at once, and on the merit of it's tact alone; not cruel, false promises of a relationship, or threats of job instability in the case of rejection.
>Your sister would certainly never be so malicious as to use her place of power to persuade them, but she didn't need to.
>She would whisper her sweet and vulgar propositions into their ears with such confidence, such flair, and they would come.
>Err, that is to say... they would accept...
While I was there I also noticed some spelling errors, and that I mentioned Shining doling out orders in Canterlot even though I established with the wedding talk in the first part that he was canonically in the CE with Cadence, derp. Those things are also fixed/altered slightly.
Thanks for the feedback everybody. It's nice knowing that you were paying enough attention to my story to think about the details afterwards.
>>27834121
>Feathers were flying everywhere.
>Ducking under another pillow which was swung directly at you, you rolled to the side.
>Years of training kicking in as you instinctively assumed the ready position.
>These bucking ninnies had no idea who they were messing with.
>”Huzzah! Another lays beaten under our hoof!”
>Out of the corner of your eye you saw Fleur de Lis laying on a heap of blankets and pillows.
>Poor girl never stood a chance.
>”Don’t let your guard down Auntie.”
>Darn it!
>In that one split second of weakness your dear niece managed to sneak behind you and ready her pillow.
>You watched in horror as the pillow swung downwards, aimed straight at your head.
>Not like this!
>Forgive me niece, I wish it didn’t have to be like this.
>But with a prize like Anon, I cannot afford to show any mercy.
>You are Anon
>These crazy princess’ bribed you into coming over.
>And now they were having a pillow fight.
>Had it not been for them only using pillows and the occasional blanket you would have been a little worried at how aggressive they got.
>Oh look! Cadence is about to whack Celestia… oh hahahah!
>Celly tackled poor Cadence and was blowing raspberries on her tummy tum.
>”MERCY!!!” Cadence screamed between giggling and full blow laughter.
>Popping some more of the delicious treats they set out into your mouth you continued to watch.
>This was better than yelling at random ponies passing by your house by far.
>>27833120
I think so but damned if I can remember the title or auther... or even what thread it was in. Sorry.
>>27835495
>tells Shukaku to make a new name and pastebin
>acts like he speaks for the entire thread
Since I sincerely doubt you contribute anything but this retarded opinion to this thread would you kindly shut the fuck up?
Either you're a summerfag who needs to find some other thread or you're just that autistic.
>>27836260
Yes... Yesssss... moar!
>>27833956
I love you /mlp/
>>27833956
>Implying we're not all degenerates
>Implying you don't want that lopunny ass
>>27836260
>Now it got interesting.
>Apparently all the princesses were performing the ancient fighting ritual for a mate.
>And you were the lucky prize in this shit show.
>The pillow fight was just the beginning.
>Now it was time for the aquatic territorial battle.
>The princesses, minus Fleur, since was disqualified, were just floating in the pond.
>Whomever at the end of the hour held dominion over the largest part of the pond would be declared the victor.
>So you waited to see how this would play out.
>And waited.
>All they did was just float there, occasionally whipping their heads around to preen one of their wings.
>Didn’t battles involve fighting or something?
>Hell you’d settle for them playing tic-tac-toe at this point.
>It looked like Luna was beginning to float just a tiny bit closer to Twilight.
>C’mon! C’mon! Here we …
>”HONK!!! HONK!! HONK HOOOOONK!!!”
>What the fuck?
>Luna was just making angry goose noises and flapping her wings.
>For a reason that you couldn’t fathom, Twilight scrambled to get away, alook of pure terror on her face.
>This shit was getting weirder and weirder.
>>27836412
Ponies acting like geese always makes me laugh.
Especially since geese are vicious fuckers.
>>27836434
Canadafag here
Fuck geese forever
>>27836412
>They're not even making goose noises- just saying "honk" over and over again
>>27834121
>You watch as Celestia adjusts her crown in the mirror before facing you.
>"How do I look, Anon?"
>She does a mock-heroic pose, reminding you of someone out of the Power Ponies.
>Adorable.
>You respond by winking, pointing at her with both index fingers, and clicking your mouth.
"Looking good as always, Celestia."
>Her left eye twitches.
>"Thank you.... Anonymous." she says, sounding irritated.
>You are Celestia.
>You're going to slap Anon's shit pretty soon.
>Gettin' real tired of your attitude, colt.
>Backtothekitchen.parchment
>>27836269
It's alright friend. Thanks for letting know I am at least heard. Thank you.
>>27836613
i dont get it
>>27835495
had I not witnessed it with my own eyes I would never believed this level of autism could exist.
>>27836477
your geese are pussy shit and would rather run into the lake to save themselves than protect their flightless young with nothing more but a few hisses towards me.
These domestic fuckers on the other hand I would not fuck with.
>>27833710
This needs to be continued
>>27836412
>After all the trials.
>All the challenges and battles.
>It was Celestia who was the victor.
>A four hour long game of checkers between her and Luna decided that you would be her husbando.
>Whatever the fuck that meant.
>But after it was all said and done all the ponies were happy and in good spirits.
>And there was food.
>Lots of food and lots of food, that you could gorge yourself on.
>It was an interesting day to say least, but it was definitely late.
“Hey girls this was fun but I’m going to head home now.”
>”Anonymous you’re now my mate.” Celestia beamed as she said this “This is your home now.”
“Sorry no sleepovers for me, I got work in the morning.”
>”But.. but we’re to mate and make me a mother.”
>Wed? Make her a mother?
>Smiling you gave Celestia’s ear a quick scratch before heading out.
>Silly princess.
>Ponies aren’t for sexual.
>They're for cuddling and tummy rubs.
>>27837647
anon confirmed a dick taking faggot
>>27837665
Anon sucks dicks, pass it on
>>27837530
RGRE hates gays for some reason, so I don't see that happening anytime soon.
>>27837701
more like "aren't gay and can't relate", but I can see why you would think that.
>>27833710
>You crush the - what you think is, at least - last can of cider on your forehead
"Woooo-"
>With plenty of wrist you shoot-
>It hits the side of the barn, landing among all the others
"Three Points! Cubs Win! The Heisman Trophy passes to the next generation of Grid-Ironers!"
>Grinning wide, you wiggle your eyebrows at your bestest of bros
>The only bro-bro in this horseworld
>Big "Guns" Mac
>He rolls his eyes at you, huffing
"Aww, come on. That hit the wicket! 3 points!"
>"Ah'll never understan' your human sports, Ahnon." BM muses, swirling around the cider in his own can
"It's really simple. The rules are made up as you go along and the points don't matter!"
>You lean back, still grinning like an idiot
>This was nice
>BM cracked open his stash, and it's the good shit
>This was saving you a TON of bits
>Home drinking > Bar drinking
>Specially if you're still with your bud
>Yeah
>You feel the bale of hay you're sitting on shift, and Mac has moved himself closer
>Aww, he's leaning on your now
>You drape an arm around his shoulders, patting his side
>This is a good feel
>A comfy, bro-tier feel
>....you two should get some matching tats or some shit
>n-no homo
>"-nks for being here... so.."
>ah shit he was talking
"Mmmm?"
>You turn your head to question the little guy, but are stopped
>by his lips
>on yours
>.....
>WHAT THE FUCK
>>27837865
>Now, contrary to what everyone in high school said, that thing with your gym teacher was an accident
>You don't swing that way
>And you've long come to terms that these pones aren't animals - so, yanno. Slowly you're getting used to horsefuckery
>But this?
>...you never asked for this-
>ohshithe'saddingtongue
>You quickly pull away
>A bit too quickly, seeing as how you go ass-over-elbows behind the haybale
>"Ahnon! I-I, ah... I mean... Ah..."
>You just stare at your bro, who's blushing furiously...and has a grin
>"...ah didn't know I was that good at kissin'. Heh. S-so..."
>He keeps that dopey grin on as he presses a hoof to your thi-
>GYM CLASS FLASHBACKS
"THAT'S MY PURSE!"
>"Wh-wha-"
"COMBAT ROLL-"
>Big Boss taught you well
>You roll hard to the side, thumping your lower half against the cool, straw-covered floor
>"I...wh..."
>Scooting back to give you and Mac some... physical distance, you sit up
"BM, what the HELL was that?!"
>You're sober
>Oh yes, you're terrifyingly sober>his lips were pillowy soft... why were they so soft
>"Ah-oh, oh no..." He looks down at you, his expression going from 'drunk confidence' to 'alcoholic desperation'
>"Y-yah can't tell nobody - I, oh Luna, Anon, ahm' sorry! J-just forg-"
>You raise your hand up for silence
>He complies, whining softly
>....fucking adorable horses
"Ok. Let's just... what was that. Just. What?"
>"Ah... I just thought, what with... yanno. Th' Gym and th' camping an' whatnot, that... you prefer more posts n' your yard."
"Come again?"
>BM mutters something. "Ah'd like to - uh.. you're a corndog lover?"
"...what does Shining have to do-"
>He stomps his hoof, huffing
>"Ah thought you were like me!"
"I'm not a horse; how drunk are you-"
>"AH THOUGHT YOU WERE GAY!"
>Oh
>His ears flat at his loud outburst, and you see them swivel for any sort of sound
>You tense as well
>. . .
>nothing
>The crickets don't even stop
"I...uh, well."
>>27837701
>>27837842
They've got their own thread. They can to play in containment along with the other colt cuddlers.
>>27837938
nope
>>27837701
homos always slowly creep into everything and eventually dominate the thread
just ask satyr general
like a cancer
>>27837938
"That does explain things.... is that the only reason you're friends with me?"
>"What?!" Big "Show" Mac growls at you, and you raise up your hands defensively
"Sorry, sorry... I just-"
>"Ahnon, I lov- eh... like you because of who you are. Not cause 'ah some fanangled conspiracy!"
"Ok, alright... but... I'm not-"
>"Ah noticed."
"Well. I mean-"
>"Hm." He sighs, laying down on the hay bale
>...you've never seen him so dejected in your life
". . ."
>"D-do ya think, maybe-"
"What, experiment?"
>He blushes a little, tracing an idle pattern with his hoof in the hay
"I uh... look, I've seen other stallion's... here, let's just. Show me-"
>He immediately perks up
>You hold up your arm
"Like. Say my fingertips are your base. Tell me when to stop-"
>"Aww-"
>You start dragging your other hand up your hand....now wrist... now forear-
>"Th-there... prolly." Big "hoof size" Mac says, with a little pride in his voice
>. . .
"I'll be honest with you - jealousy aside?"
>You look him dead in the eyes
"That'd probably kill me."
>"Eer... ah..."
"At *least* internal bleeding."
>"Oh..."
>The two of you fall into a silence, your hands rummaging around the floor
>"S...so, y'all ain't mad?"
"I mean, no - You're my best friend, and you'll stay my best friend. I just can't give you what you're looking for."
>"O-oh...Ah... Thanks Ahnon."
"Mmm. But I do have one thing I can do for you."
>Big "Heart" Mac looks at you, tilting his head like an adorable, red gay dog
>Your hand tests a can - surprisingly it's unopened!
>*tshk*
>"What's...what is it?"
>You bring the can up to your lips
"I can get ya laid."
>Grinning, you chug.
>>27837530
>>27837701
>>27837842
>>27837945
>>27837978
>>27837987
Eh, yeah, I can see that. But I figured, ok: A majority of Anons are straight (even though we're all faggots) - what *would* they do if their best guy horse friend turned out to be gay?
They'd just bro it up. Get that faget laid n' shit. Help him pick out the coltiest throw pillows ever. Fuckin' glitter bomb houses. I dunno.
Thought it would be a different take than "Anon abandons BM" or "Anon is secretly gay too and have a romance" tropes that always show up. Don't worry, that's all that I'll be writing on the matter.
>>27837647
If anon won't give her children, she'll just have to take them by force. Its not rape if he's legally your horseband, right?
>>27838045
Well personally, I thought it wasnot RGRE enough.
>>27837647This one too.
>>27838080
Your mother's not RGRE enough.
>>27838010
>One of your bros wants your Mcdicky
HOLY SHIT FLASHBACKS
>>27838172
did you get laid, son?or did he want you to lay him
>>27822508
it's very good, the superhero stuff is cool, and Femanon is an interesting perspective for reversed gender roles. keep going
>>27837647
And thus Sun Horse begins the process of subtly trying to get him to be her husbando.
Which he doesn't realize.
Much to her frustration.
>>27838301
>Boy these horses sure are nice to you
>The servants and guards bow down when you walk by
>The cooks call you "Sir Anonymous"
>Luna calls you "oni-chan"
>You even have a sick-ass bedroom!
>Granted, you have to share it (and your bed) with Celestia, but it's cool.
>She never stays on her side of the bed, though.
>Gosh these horses are nice.
>>27838301
>>27838341
>downs syndrome anon in equestria
>>27838438
>Tard Anon is considered an adorable ditz
>He's so airheaded and shy!
>>27833740
you forgot the eagle screeches son
>>27838593
Only the retarded can know true freedom, for they speak the language of freedombird.
>>27838477
>>27838341
>>27838477
>>27838438
>Tard anon is viewed like a big puppy.
>Plays with the fillies and Shuts brow nosing nobles up by hugging them.
>Tirek somehow escapes again and drains the magic of at least one of diarchs.
> Anon sees the centaur towering over his friends broken body and is filled with infinite rage.
>Tirek gets wrecked by Tard anon's enraged retard strength and makes the ultimate sacrifice.
"...And that's how the brave Anonymous defeated one of Equestria's greatest foes." said the teacher while fillies gawk at the statue of a large ape like creature holding the scared centaur in a vicious Half-Neighlson hold.
>>27838764
>enraged retard strength
I don't think retards have increased strength. Rather, they just disregard all pain and discomfort in their anger.
OBVIOUSLY
Celestia is a kissless virgin from looking over her little ponies for so long, and has resigned herself to that fate. Luna's rebellion was just her attempt to get some pussy herself, and failing miserably.
In unrelated news, RGRE needs more adventure stuff or ponies playing more Pen & Paper tabletop games with Anon.
>>27838802
UNF. Derpy with two war axes.
>Derpy and Celestia's Axe-citing adventures when?
>>27835965
Was going to post that this is the exact thing someone told johnybegoode
Seriously, there are a lot of people in this thread who can fuck off but shukaku ain't one of them.
>>27822508
This was actually a nice change of pace. It was pretty long, but I still got through it with my short attention span. Keep experimenting if you need to get back in the goove or just wanna write something different. I really liked what you did in the Mino story, but I'm pretty sure that as long as you try then anything else would be perfectly acceptable.
>>27824886
This was good. Dumb/naive Anon does sexual things to ponies without realizing it is always funny/sufficiently lewd.
Moar pls
>>27833026
>>27833031
A bunch of stallions get caught, Anon defeats marshmallow pone hooves with his actual ass while still wearing an 'extreme' chip'n dales outfit, Celestia and Flutterbutter are kinky as fuck. All of the pic relateds.
>>27819271
Carbird fight fucking
>>27828597
Minopotatotits
I have strange erections
>>27835495
No.
Fuck off with that bullshit.
Shuk, keep going.
Just because some of us disagree about the reasoning behind something in a story story does not mean the story should not be written.
>>27836155
>Be Luna in Equestria.
>Horny princess with all the suave in the world.
>See sexy looking guardstallion outside your sister's room.
"Ayy bby, les fugg"
>"k"
>You send orders for a replacement guard to take over his shift and then lead him back to your bedchambers.
>Then you fucked.
>Damn you're good.
>>27836260
I like this.
>>27836412
>>27836600
Kek.
>>27836613
Keep going.
>>27837647
Silly ponies, your puny laws and customs hold no power over a human.
>>27838010
BEST BRO ANONYMOUS
So, we know the ponies are into nature and friendship and shit.
For curiosity's sake, how do you think FemAnon and Anon, who are Night Elves, would fit in RGRE?
Night Elf society is pretty much even, but while females have more prominent roles due to their stewardship of civilization in the ten thousand years the males/druids slept, the males/druids aren't looked down on for being the 'weaker' sex because they just have different roles in society. And, generally, the male/female culture is pretty human-like, with males being masculine and females being feminine (unlike here with mares/stallions).
I could see this whole thing as baffling the ponies.
>>27840142
it would be good if done well.
>>27840142
Arcane magic everywhere. Just stay in Everfree with Zecora.
>>27838010
>>27838045
Oh damn, I almost missed this one. It's short, but I still really like this BNW. Dunno if you wanna keep going, but if you do just, like, expand. Take Anon and Mac out into sexist horseland for big gay shenanigans and casual innuendo and it'll be perfect.
>>27839611
Badfillies get ALL the colts.
>>27835495
Just because your a butt hurt bitch doesn't mean we care.
>>27838010
You know what, I like where this is going. Keep doing you.
>>27838045
Sweet Christ I am getting the gay vibes from Bulletstorm up in here, I like it.
>>27838773
Same difference, BRAKE THE LIMITS!
>>27840389
Containment thread is in the Catalog.
>>27840462
It aint homo if they don't do it, besides we haven't had any good reverse gender fags/dykes aside from a brief mention of Bon Bon before Lyra starts a herd.
>>27840462
This guy has a good point, you should crosspost the story over there so the homofags can enjoy it too.
>>27838010
Fuck him any way mac!
>>27839611
The BESTEST of Bros.
>>27840268
I mean, if I wanted to expand this, it would be 100% comedy, setting BM up with colts anonymous *thinks* are totally gay - maybe culminating in "well, who's YOUR perfect horsebando, BM?" and then we get a ridiculous answer and it keeps spiraling out from there.
Bonus points if the princesses catch wind - and, the universal law of hot lesbians (in this case, hot colt-on-colt action) kicks in and they try to set up lewd situations as well.
>>27840389
>>27840394
>>27840574
I'm glad y'all like it, but. I'm not planning on making this a story at all. Just enjoy it for what it is, I'll put the text in the big file o' ideas, and it may be revisited months from now(but probably not).
>>27840625
N-no. No. I want to avoid that trope. Besides, he's still a thigh-high pone. It's not like he can overpower Anon.
>>27835146
It's a monarchy. Diarchy. Whatever. The laws aren't supposed to make sense, they're supposed to make things easier for the ruling class to continue ruling. Then too, some laws are made ridiculous by the passage of time.
>>27841022
Fascist cuddlelitarian regime of Celestia.
>>27841068
New thread? New thread.
New thread when?
No new Venus green, no new thread.
That's the rule.
>>27841136
>>27841150
No more threads. This is the final RGRE on /mlp/
>>27841165
Oh!
Well, since we aren't gonna see each other ever again,I love you, Anon. I've always loved you.
If dubs, hypothetical new thread will be dong ring.
Totally not a new thread.
>>27841234
>>27840883
Original poster here. Surprised someone took that oneshot green and did anything with it.
>Anon and Mac go back to being just friends.
>Mac isn't entirely on board with this arrangement.
>Anon keeps trying to set him up with other colts.
>Problems though:
>Anon keeps going for guys who HE thinks are gay. Frilly feminine boys who like shopping. Completely outside Mac's tastes.
>Gay on Earth=straight in equestria, leading to some awkward conversations when they ask about where the rest of Mac's herd is…
>Even worse, Mac isn't really all that over Anon.
>Anon goes to the bar look to get laid as well…
>Jealous Mac is jealous. ACCIDENTALLY knocks over stools with mares on them, spills drinks, the like…
>Starts getting clingy, possessive, protective, wants to spend more time alone with him and becomes more physically affectionate.I may or may not be shell shocked. Happened with me and an old friend who came out. Was SUPER awkward after a while. We don't talk anymore.
