Happy New Year.
Come join us in the /ntt/ skype group if you're lonely.
Happy new year, twifriends
>I have a problem
>I want to hold Twilot Sporkles hoov
>I know, I am a sicko, I need help
>"Doc, I wanna hold Twinkle Spoilers hoov"
>"Me too man, me too."
>mfw shrink is also a sick fuck of a horsefucker
She has a little more planned for this new year's day than a little gala get-together...
Those are the equations of special relativity. However, it is general relativity that predicts and allows for the existence of wormholes that could connect distinct points in space and time. She is not that smart.
"Unicorns should not use their hooves to manipulate objects. This is disgraceful."
>"Anon that's racist." Said Applajeck.
>"But true." Said Riryta.
>"That's what she said." Said Ponk ponk.
>"I'm surrounded by faggots." Said Tuwairaitu Supakuru while still using her hooves like some retarded mudpone.
Would you a Twi who is a squid who is also a kid who is also a squid who is also a kid?
Where's her new years rut?
>being told to go be a nerd somewhere else in ntt, of all threads
Even if she had a penis, I'd still only cuddle her, as Twilight is not for sexual.
i'm making a list of all the spells twilight has used in the show, can you fags tell me if i'm missing any?
Teleportation (self and others)
Transformation (breezies, orange frog, etc)
Time Travel (scroll)
Want It, Need It Spell
Dark Magic (sombra passageway)
and whatever the fuck that book thing she did in amending fences (what to call it, book fusion? book integration? she became 2d ffs)
and starswirl's spell (what to call it again)
Twilight with a penis is merely a male Twilight. I'd still love him, as he is still Twilight. But Twilight, still, is not for sexual.
Ah, Twifags I don't mean to startle anyone but you may want to check this shit.
Fuck you, these cock obsessed faggots deserve it.
That's dirty even for anonymous standards.
You guys may want o check your pony pics for "Twilight Sparkle is worst pony"
None of you have noticed this Fine print on any pics?
Oh gosh golly, this is just what you autists needed now that your pets Lecter and Flashposter are gone.
This is clearly an autism contest. I am going to try to out-autism him by trying to find any and all of his images.
I need to know just how much he hates Twilight Sparkle. I want a quantified amount of hate.
You want to rut this mare.
Growing Magic (mustache)
Aging Spell (Spike when she was just a filly. She was almost able to do it again in Magic Duel with a flower, but wasn't a highest level unicorn yet. Now as an alicorn I'm sure she could do it perfectly)
Summoning Spell (Parasprite, blue door)
Shape Shifting (turning Spike's mouth into a zipper and maybe similar to that book spell in Amending Fences. Then again you did mention Transformation)
Walk on Water
Diet-change Spell (Parasprites)
How are you supposed to get away from her? If she wanted to rape you, there'd be fuck all you could do about it.
On the bright side, during lovemaking she could cast the spell to effectively create the illusion that you are infinitely thrusting into her.
I'm not sure if I should be scared of what that mare is capable of in bed.
I fucked up with this one, here's one with a perfect loop
I wouldn't mind a green where Twilight rapes Anon, actually.
Jesus christ, anon
Did that discourage you from writefagging?
Ooo, now I can play a game of "Spot the Difference," thanks!
On a serious note...really? This is kinda pathetic, even for /mlp/.
Never mind the fact that this isn't subliminal messaging. True subliminal messaging has been proven to do jack all anyway.
You were always cool
I'm extremely sorry about losing it over the glasses. Other people appreciated it I'm sure, and would appreciate it in the future. Will you consider writing for us again here — or at least, for others here?
What others anon? It's just you, and I here. And I'm actually just a figment of your imagination. Or rather it'd be more accurate to say that due to the loneliness you and others face in this thread your mind created another anon to converse with, and keep you company. You don't even remember typing this message. I'm your tulpa anon.
I never said anything
No they didn't criticize my work you dipshit. They saw an excerpt where I said she had on glasses and went into an autistic frenzy about how her eyes shouldn't be hidden and I was bad for doing so. Do you know what ego is or is this just weak b8?
>her eyes shouldn't be hidden and I was bad for doing so
Are you really this much of a limp-wristed faggot that you get your feelings hurt so damn easily? God who fucking cares? I'm sure it was tongue in cheek anyway. Write whatever the fuck you want and stop worrying about what other's think. Write for this thread or don't. Either way, as of right now, you sound like a whiney faggot.
Oh, I'm not a writer, I was just hoping we could post pictures and have discussions about her. Of course if we have more people like me immigrate over here then there is a possibility that someone could write a green.
When someone comes here to gloat about how they're not going to write for this thread because of "this one time I got my feelings hurt" then I'm going to call them a raging faggot about it.
Agreed, that dude even apologized and the "writefag" kept his little passive-aggressive act going, like he was an asset to the thread or something and we should be sucking his dick.
It was one guy whining over glasses. Don't write here, fine, but damn, what a stupid reason. That's some thin skin.
Twilight likes to tease and harass. It's not uncommon for her to slap your ass, or touch you in lewd places.
i just loved it when she used to stick her tongue out while casting advanced spells
She is a smart and talented pony.
As a princess, she must be a wealthy pony.
What luxuries does she get to enjoy?
Princess Twilight a cute!
A lavish gold bath, fed by a small, artificial waterfall.
Virtually free stays at the spa.
The Castle of Friendship is staffed with very skilled and virtuous ponies, be that the cooks, the maids, and others.
A personal harem.
An extended library of countless, perfectly indexed books, new and old, from the farthest reaches of Equestria to the center of it's civilization
Hello /ntt/, I'm the musicfag who is doing a version of ITAOTS but with a center on our glorious Twilight instead of Anne Frank. I've started writing lyrics, but this is harder than it appears.
I have written a song about Twilight that I think you guys might like to hear. It's a rough demo, so it may be subject to change, but it's always good to get feedback.
Are any of you all interested in listening to what I've got?
How can you argue that Twilight is not for sexual, when she is a sexual mare?
Cuddles, kisses, marrying, satyr abomination, lazing around in front of the fireplace during the winter, going into battle against the changelings subponies side by side, unraveling the secrets of magic, discovering lichdom, spending a literal eternity with each others until the very universe itself dies.
You know, the usual.
>cuddles, kisses, marrying
often turn into sex
>lazing around in front of the fireplace during the winter
often turns into sex
>going into battle against the changelings subponies side by side, unraveling the secrets of magic,
After which you go home for raunchy sex
>discovering lichdom, spending a literal eternity with each others until the very universe itself dies.
Eitherway, there's going to be a lot of sex.
>Sitting down, reading a book
>Feel a pair of hooves droop over your shoulders, accompanied by the weight of Twilight resting on your back
>Twilight's soft, fuzzy neck drapes over the back of your head, and a shadow is cast over your eyes as her muzzle comes into view
>"What are you reading, Nonny?~"
>One of her hooves slip off your shoulder, and her fuzzy coat rubs against your head a little too intensely as refills the spot with her head.
>"What kind of book?"
A sidenote on your history. It's about the development of Manehattan a- Nnn..."
>The famillar whine of her glowing horn fills your ear, and you stop yourself to groan as you feel something wet and soft tightly grip your crotch.
>Twilight walks her hind legs forward, so that her body is properly snuggled up against your back. The feeling moves slowly, deliberately along your shaft, and It's not long before your penis begins fighting your pants for some space.
>She nuzzles her head into your neck, the feeling of her soft, warm coat slipping against your skin contrasts with the wet pleasure of whatever she's doing to you.
...w-who were only too hhhappy to accept, valuable merrrch... chandise i-i-in exchannng...
>Twilight hugs you tighter, and you feel her weight grow heavier as the mare braces against you, thrusting her hips against the open air.
>The sensations of her soft coat and spell are now joined by her breath, as she pants over your shoulder. The awkward reading comes to a halt as you groan, buck your hips lightly and feel your cock twitching and flexing, releasing a load of seed that stains your pants and runs down your shaft. Twilight moans loudly, and shudders before finally releasing the spell.
>She loosens her grip, opting to simply rest on you for a bit longer. Both of you breath heavily, and you've dropped your book.
>Twilight nuzzles you once more and gives you a quick peck on the cheek, before finally getting off of you, leaving you dazed and confused.
Heres a very QT pony who loves you and wants to see you smile.
This picture gives me butterflys. God. Just imagine being able to rub your hands all over her while she wore this sexy lace. It makes me hard as diamonds.
I love how she looks in this. So sultry, so seductive,so divine. She looks like a goddess, I would worship every inch of her. I... I've got to go take care of something.
>liking lace on pone
>liking "sultry" looks and excessive makeup
Your taste sucks, family.
Also, she looks bored, not sultry.
This is why people hate the /ntt/ people like you. How about your taste sucks. She has anthro hair in that picture. Do you understand? Do you understand that a horse doesn't have that type of hair?
No of course you don't. Cause you're a fucking degenerate. I almost considered writing for you fucking idiots, but I'll STILL avoid this thread just because of people like you.
I'll continue to write for Twi prompts occasionally, but people like you give this thread the reputation it is.
I was merely sharing an image, not asking for your fucking approval on what you deem tasteful.
>I almost considered writing for you fucking idiots
Damn, here I was, looking forward to some marvel of literature from the pen of a guy who can't spell 'butterflies' and complains about anthro hair unironically.
Its fine friend. Autists like you don't deserve anything.
>implying I wasn't baiting you with the anthro hair comment
This thread is awful. Jesus fuck.
You make that "Namefag" guy look like a saint.
>I was only pretending to be retarded!
I'm sure the "butterflys" illiteracy was just more master b8ing right?
>making a spelling mistake when I was trolled means I can't write well.
Please. Get over it. You wonder why people don't stick around here long.
Maybe if you didn't immediately insult me I wouldn't be so hostile towards you.
You tell me "My taste sucks" and then post a picture with socks and ribbons in her hair? Seriously... You don't see anything wrong with that? You're just being a shitstain.
All I did was post a picture and you just HAD to tell me all about how my taste was shit. Its your opinion friend. You don't have to be such a prick about it.
>not liking lace
>not wanting her to rub her sexy lace all over you
>not wanting your pony to be sexy and sultry
What are you a massive faggot?
Don't worry writefriend, you seem like a pretty cool guy. It'd be awesome to have you.
>not wanting her to remove your regular clothes and dress you in lace
>not wanting her to gag you and keep you on a leash
>not wanting her to keep you sexy and sultry for her
I probably seem like a massive asshat honestly. I'll be the first to admit I got completely trolled by that. Just the results of fasting for over 24 hours. Sorry to be a huge faggot twifriends.
>wah wah u suck guise
Nice damage control, sperglord. ;^
Feel free to fuck off anytime.
>translating names literally
Cyмepeчнaя Иcкopкa may sound alright, but in reality it's just as bad as Poзoвый Пиpoжoк(Pinkie Pie) or Дикoвинкa(Rarity).
Alright you have a hard-on for me. I get it. Lets go back to purple horse you raging faggot.
She wants her rutties right now.
>duurbhurr I'm not gonna write for you guis cuz of some arbitrary reason
What's with the asshole writefags lately? Lovelore seems like the only bro-writefag on /mlp/. The rest of you act like god's gift to pen on paper when you're probably not even that good.
>Really just wants to be told how I can improve with each attempt at a story
No, i'm not calling my writings a story. It'd be disgracing stories.
I seriously want to but rarely anything comes to mind for half of these stories and my pacing is god-awful.
>also has quite a lot of hits.
>It's even pronounced basically the same as in English.
That's because Tвaйлaйт is the cyrillic transliteration of Twilight and the correct version of her name.
In russian, names are not to be translated literally. Actually trying to do that is a glaring mistake which almost always leads to the loss of original meaning, grammatical errors or just makes the translation sound stupid.
For example, using Poзoвый Пиpoжoк for Pinkie Pie would turn her into a colt, because "пиpoжoк" is a masculine word.
Human hair is obvious, human face is debatable.
There's certainly not nothing wrong with it.
He was, i quote, "baiting".
As in he doesn't consider human hair actually disgusting, and so is a furfag.
Why do you have to be such an asshole anon?
You shouldn't tell people their taste sucks. Just ignore it and move on. That doesn't help the thread very much.
Here. Since you like lace so much, you should really enjoy this one.
Actually, no, I'm not.
I'm a writefag trying to become better, and those tips help.
Also, I don't object to people's likes, unless they shove it down my throat like 2012 Brony Autism.
But need anymore proof?
My Genuine Tripfagger and Name which I assumed only last year have no relations to anthro. Just shitposting.
How does it feel to be proved wrong, Anon?
I'm the actual anon he's talking about. I got upset a spewed toxic autism because he insulted my tastes. Honestly not my most shining moment on the chans.
But I'll owe up to it. I was being a huge faggot. You can say damage control or whatever you want, I don't come into communities like this one and spread toxicity very often.
But I'm still saying that instead of insulting me, he should have just ignored it, but this is the NTT of course. You guys can hold a grudge against me if you want, I'm not another anon, not some guy like the "Namefag" prick who wants attention.
I was just pointing out that telling someone they have shit taste isn't going to result in friendly conversation, especially when the person posted an equally "Unrealistic" interpretation of Twi.
I'll go back to pretending I haven't lurked here for years.
>"Anon. Hey, Anon."
>You mumble something, rolling away from whatever tiny, fluffy creature is currently trying to disturb your slumber
>"Anon. Anon, wake up."
>The intruder pokes you again, forcing you to scoot to the edge of the bed in a vain attempt to escape."
"Mphgphmphm," you mumble
>"Anon. Anon Anon Anon. Wake up."
>All at once, the blankets are torn away from your body, leaving you shivering and very much awake
>You force one eye open, finding Twilight standing next to your bed, the blanket levitating in her aura
>"I wanna build a spaceship, Anon."
"That's great. Have fun."
>You reach up and try to pull your blankets back over yourself, but you're nowhere near strong enough to overcome the telekinetic prowess of the Element of Magic
>So you fall back onto the bed, crossing your arms
>Twilight continues to stare at you, expectantly
>"I need your help."
"Why? Just look it up in a book or something."
>Without warning, Twilight smacks your head with one of your own pillows
>"They don't have any books on spaceships! Come on, Anon! I need you to tell me how to build one."
"Well, I have no idea."
>"But they're from your world! You have to know."
>"Come on, tell me."
"Twilight, I'm serious, I have no idea how to build a spaceship. You have to study for years to even begin to understand that kind of stuff, and-- wait, why am I even discussing this? How did you get in my house?"
>Twilight ways your concerns away
*waves, in the last line
>"Don't worry about that, Anon. You'll help me, right?"
>"If you don't, I"m not leaving."
>You lock eyes with Twilight, hoping to see some hint of mirth, or any other indication that this is a joke
>You see none
"Alright, fine. If I tell you how to build a spaceship, will you leave me alone?"
>Twilight trots happily next to you as you head to your living room, grabbing some stray paper and a quill
"Alright, I'm going to draw you the plans, alright? You'll have to follow them on your own. Hopefully that won't be too much trouble."
>"Trouble? Ha! Anything you give me, I can interpret."
>Inside, you smile
>The surest way to get Twilight to do something is to suggest that she might not be smart enough for it
>You roll the paper out in front of you and scribble down the rough shape of a rocket, before adding hundreds of random, meaningless symbols to it, covering the page in numbers, squiggles, and diagrams of nothing
>And a single swastika, just for the hell of it
>In fact, you decide to sneak some Enya lyrics in there too, why not?
>Twilight watches, her brow furrowing as she finds that this isn't quite as easy as she hoped
"Well, alright! It's done!"
>You roll the parchment up and hand it to her
>"Oh, um, thanks! I'll probably have a prototype done by tomorrow evening, if you want to see it!"
"Yeah. I'm sure you will."
>After a few more hours of refreshing sleep, you head out to your usual job as a day laborer, still chuckling to yourself at how easily Twilight bought those fake designs
>Today, it turns out that the mayor wants you to trim the bushes near Ponyville's main park
>Seems like a better job for one of the various plant-loving flower ponies, but whatever
>You grab some sheers and get to work, snipping through leaf after leaf
>The work is long, and the day is hot, but there's a sort of relaxing drudgery to it
>Hours pass before you even realize how long you've been working
>Taking a break, you set the sheers down and head over to a bench, fishing a water bottle out from your work bag
>In the distance, you can hear the sound of something clanging
>Probably a construction crew putting up a new cottage, you think to yourself
>After two more hours of work, you look up from your trimming to wipe your brow
>And only then do you notice a plume of thick, oily smoke in the distance, curling upwards into the evening sky
>It couldn't be...
>No, you gave her complete bullshit, of course it's not Twilight
>She's probably sitting in her study, tearing her purple hair out
>You chuckle at the image, imagining her wearing grooves into the floor of her library as she paces, knowing she can't figure out your "designs" but too scared to ask for help
>Stupid purple book horse
>Deciding that you've done a good enough job for today, you stand up and decide to head home
>And that's when you hear it, a voice carried to you by the wind, growing ever louder...
>"Anon... Anon... Anon. Anon. Anon! ANON!"
>You turn just in time to see Twilight charging towards you
>"I did it, Anon! It works! It really works! You're a genius!"
"I'm... what? What the hell are you talking about?"
>"Your plans! They worked perfectly!"
"They... they did? Oh... um... wait, what?"
>"Come on! Let me show you!"
>Twilight grabs your hand in her aura, sprinting towards her library
"Hey! Slow down! How did you... those plans were fa--"
>"Fabulous! I know! It took me a while to interpret them, but when I did, it all just fell into place!"
>The two of you round a corner to Twilight's treehouse, finding... well, the last thing you'd ever expect to see
>Laying across the clearing behind Twilight's place is a metal structure so massive your mind has trouble comprehending its size
"Wh-where... where did you get all the metal?"
>"Where? Don't be silly, Anon, material conjugation is a simple trick when you get the hang of it."
"You... you built this? But... the plans... they were..."
>Twilight throws herself into your arms, tackling you to the ground and wrapping you in a tight, fuzzy hug
>"Perfect. They were absolutely perfect. Now... do you want to try it out?"
"Try it? You really think it'll fly?"
>"Of course it will! We've got your plans, and my skills... it'll do more than fly! I want to visit the moon!"
>Ten minutes later, you still can't stop "uh"-ing
>Twilight is seated at the controls, her hooves working furiously at the seemingly endless buttons, levers, and switches
>"Alright! I've got the main thruster lines primed, and stabilizers are ready to fire! Life-support systems are running as expected, and the main reactor is reading as expected! Now let's get this baby off the ground!"
>She slams her hoof on a big, red button, and the entire ship begins to shake
>You fall backwards into your chair as the world seems to rumble and groan around you
>Smoke obscures the bridge's window as smoke from the thrusters fills the air, fiery reactions pushing the ship up into the air
>The g-force builds around you, crushing you into your seat
>Twilight has a manic look of triumph in her eyes as the ship rises higher and higher above Ponyville, and then above the rest of Equestria, the entire pony globe laid out before you
>It's so much more colorful than earth...
>"We did it, Anon! It works, it works, it really works!"
>She spins in a little circle as the ship ceases accelerating, entering into an easy orbit around the planet
"How... how in the..."
>You're terrified to even get out of your seat, worrying that the entire ship will come apart around you
>After all, it WAS built on your design...
>Twilight's doing this bizarre, clumsy, and vaguely suggestive victory dance in the captain's chair
>When she notices the look on your face, she bursts into laughter
>"You look so worried! Come on, Anon, don't you trust me?"
"Uh... yeah, actually. There are a few other things I don't trust..."
>Your chair squeaks, and you nearly have a heart attack
>Twilight gives you the smuggest, wryest smile you've ever seen on a horse
>"What, you scared of aliens?"
>"Good! Because if any show up..."
>She whacks another button on the control panel, and you huge, brilliant red beams materialize from the prow of the ship, frying a chunk of comet into atomized dust
"Holy shit! You put laser beams on this!?"
>"Of course I put laser beams on it! You told me all earth ships had laser beams!"
"I... did? Oh, yeah, right! I mean, um... how did you know how to make laser beams?"
>Twilight flicks her horn
>"I'm an EXPERT on lasers."
"I'll take your word for it. So, um... how do we get down?"
>"Down? Don't be a little filly about this now, Anon. We're going to the moon!"
"I really, really don't think that's a good idea."
>"Oh hush. Don't you trust your own design?"
>"What was that?"
"Yeah, totally! It's just, you know... what if there's something waiting there for us?"
>"What, like aliens? Don't be stupid, aliens don't exist!"
"Says the magical talking horse."
"Yeah, fuck it, let's go get eaten by moon worms! Sounds great!"
>"For Celestia's sake, would you calm down? Besides, if any moon worms show up, I'll just hit them with one of THESE!"
>Twilight slams on the fire button again
>Only, this time, she doesn't exactly remember to aim
>A pair of deadly laser beams streak through space, and back down to the planet
>Where you can distinctly see the resulting explosion on some poor continent as a huge fireball burns out a swathe of its land, sending chunks of rock up into the upper stratosphere
>Twilight's jaw drops
"God damn. Get fucking wrecked."
>Twilight wipes her eyes, her face deathly pale
>But still purple, somehow
"Yeah. Hope that wasn't anyone we liked."
>"I just... I just killed..."
>She reaches up and begins pulling at her mane, her eyes diluting to pinpricks
>"I just killed... so many... oh Celestia forgive me... oh no... oh no oh no oh no..."
>She begins to pace in circles around the ship's bridge, repeating "Oh no" and "Celestia forgive me" under her breath
"Eh, don't sweat it. It was probably just a castle of talking alpacas or something. I bet they'll just magically heal everyone, or--"
>"Heal! Heal, that's right! I have to help!"
>Twilight barrels past you, grabbing the controls
>Before you can say "danger zone," the ship is tipping back towards the planet, plummeting back towards the atmosphere in a terrifying, rapidly-accelerating nose dive
"Twilight! Uh... I don't think this is a good idea!"
>"Shut up! I have to help them!"
"I'm serious! We're going to-- agh!"
>The relentless g-force forces your words back into your throat as the ship smacks into the outer layers of the ionosphere, dissipative plates conducting thousands of Kelvins' worth of friction-induced heat away from the sensitive inner workings
"Oh God! Twilight!"
>At the last minute, she pulls up, the ship looping through a parabola so narrow that you're pretty sure your stomach just leaked out your anus
>The ship streaks towards the crater left from Twilight's mishap
>"Oh no... oh sweet Celestia, Luna, Discord, anything, help me..."
>As you get closer, you can see little black bodies milling about the crater, some of them on fire
>Twilight's shaking so badly she can barely even work the controls, and a deluge of sweat drips down her face
>As she swoops down over the crater, a million little black faces turn to look up at you, green, glassy eyes reflecting the light from the engines
>Unfortunately, she swoops a little too low, and the heat from the engines vaporizes a few dozen more
>"Agh! No! Oh, shit, I'm so sorry!"
>And Twilight has officially used a swear word
>Now things really are serious, you guess
>She leans over her chair, vomiting
>"This is so awful... oh sweet merciful friendship, please let this be a dream."
"If it's a dream..."
>You gesture out the window, where millions of the little black, insectoid creatures are massing
"Then it's about to get a lot worse."
>Amidst the swarm of monsters, a single one stands out as being taller than the rest, with flowing, yet ratty-looking blue hair
>"You! Intruder! How dare you bring war to my kingdom!?"
>Twilight teleports herself out onto the bow of the ship
>"I'm so sorry! I never meant for this to happen! If I can do anything to help, please! I'm skilled in the ways of magic, and I can cure anyone who's hurt, please--"
>"Hurt? You think I care if any of them are hurt? They're changelings! They don't matter! But you know what does matter?"
>The queen -- at least, you think she's a queen, given the little crown thingy on her head -- gestures to the crater
>"My palace! My fabulous, wonderful hive palace! You incinerated it! It took us a millenia to grow that hive palace!"
>"I'm so sorry! Please! I'll do anything to fix it! Anything!"
>"No! The punishment for invoking the wrath of I,the changeling queen Chrysalis, is death!"
>She raises a hoof, and her minions mass around your ship
>"Now attack! Rip them to pieces, and we'll build a new palace of their remains! Kill them all!"
>The changelings all descend towards the ship
>With a squeak of terror, Twilight teleports back inside
>"Shit, shit! They're attacking us, Anon! What do we do!"
"What do you mean what do we do? You have a fucking laser cannon! Use it!"
>"But... but... I've killed so many! I... I can't kill anymore of them! I c-c-can't!"
>She collapses on the controls, weeping
"Hey! Come on, snap out of it! You have to fight back, or they'll kill us! Twilight!"
>She shakes her head
>The changelings are so close now that they've completely backed out the sun, leaving the cabin lit by only its own artificial lighting
"Twilight, I'm serious, if you don't fight back now, we're going die!"
>Twilight sits bolt upright, her mane a tattered, frizzy mess and her pupils just purple pinpricks
>"I... I know..."
>She grabs the laser controls, sending a red beam ripping through the mass of changelings
>They howl in pain as the beam blasts their little bodies to green atomized sludge
>"Ah! I'm sorry!"
>More mass in, and Twilight slams another button, sending a shower of missiles into their ranks
>Huge orbs of nuclear fire erupt amidst the changelings, burning them to bio-ash
>"Please stop attacking! I don't want to do this!"
>The changeling army is now punctuated by sizable holes, but they keep coming
>Twilight sends another laser burst into their burst, burning away half their flank
>Another laser blast burns their other flank
>"So sorry! Please just stop! Oh, Celestia, make it stop!'
>Twilight squeezes her eyes shut, hooves flailing as she slams blindly on the weapons controls
>Lasers, plasma, missiles, sonic booms, and kinetic munitions fly into the changelings, slaughtering them indiscriminately
>Twilight keeps her eyes shut the entire time, tears leaking out from under her eyelids
>When the arms is gone, she collapses back in her chair, shivering violently
>The changeling queen is all that's left of her army
>She pulls a little white flag out of... somewhere... and speeds off
>You place a hand on Twilight's back, the tremors in her body running through your palm and up your forearm
"Hey. You alright?"
>Twilight lifts her head, finally opening her eyes
>They're bleary and red, and contain just the smallest hint of of a mental breakdown
>Just a small hint, though
>"Do I look okay? I just genocided an entire nation!"
"Nah. Just part of one."
>"Still! All those changelings I killed! They had families, and friends, and... oh Celestia..."
>She dry-heaves again, rubbing her temples
>"I can't believe it..."
"Eh, it ain't that big of a deal. Weren't they evil anyway?"
>"Being evil doesn't mean they can be indiscriminately killed! I'm a murderer!"
"Nah. Besides, you heard what the queen said. They're just bugs."
"Eh, don't think about it. Now come on, you wanna get some ice cream?"
"Great. Now turn this thing around, and let's go home."
>"W-wait... don't go..."
>Twilight forcibly levitates you into her chair, crawling onto your lap and clinging to you like a baby
>"You promise I'm not a murderer, right?"
"Just a little bit of one."
"Alright, you're not a murderer."
>You roll your eyes
>She turns around, sitting on your knees as she maneuvers the ship to face towards Ponyville
>"Let's... let's go home."
"Awesome. Just try not to blow anyone up on the way."
Feared it took a turn for the edgy, but no actual people were harmed, only subponies.
I enjoyed it.
Applejack knows what's going to happen. She's seen it all before.
I want to pound this mare. I want to thrust deep into her and pull back on her forelegs for leverage as I try to thrust as deep into her as I can. I want to feel her cum, even several times as I just keep going until I'm satisfied. I want to hilt deep into her as I unload sticky load after load, and then not pull out until I'm completely flaccid.
And then fall asleep just like that holding her close. It's not like you could muster up enough energy to go clean up after such an intense night of passionate love making
I want to catch her hind legs hanging over the edge of the couch. I want to stroke her silky, long tale and then hold it by the dock, raising it out of the way and over her back. I want to spread her flanks and press my hips into her plot, slowly undressing myself piece-by-piece as I rub around her marehood, spreading it wide before pushing my shaft against her. Rubbing against her little tight ponut, gliding up onto her dock and then finally pulling back, groping her flanks as I spread apart her sex, and slowly insert myself deeper and deeper into her, coming to a hilt. I want to keep thrusting with rhythm, hard enough for her to feel it, but soft enough so that she can continue reading her book. I want to fill her up with another creamy load of seed, making her feel like she's being impregnated.
Have a drink, Anon. It's not that bad.
I know what you mean
>"Can you just stop acting so cute all the time, Anon?"
>"You're enough of a tease as it is."
When you go out on your own, Twilight disguises herself as different ponies and spies on you.
Did you rub your waifu's balls today, Anon?
It's not creepy. She's just protective.
wow this vector is shit who the fuck did this
There was once a time. A glorious time. A time when fan OCs were despised. That time has long passed.
It's garbage. Why do you think it has it's own containment thread?