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>everything that is gay and stallion.
sign me up.
I want to repeat I don't know anything about IRCs
My thought was that was already an active channel and people would want to have active ops.
That's probably wrong, but does it makes much of a difference?
I just fear putting homo in the title will bring all the "My boyfriend and I are fighting..." or "My partner wants to try this..." Basically, /lgbt/+/soc/ with a cartoon horse attached to the post.
alright, i don't have a problem with using it
there's other places to vent and get to know people
people who put that shit here are attracting negative attention to themselves from not nice people!
if it happens just ignore it, they want attention and if they get none they'll have no real option but to move on.
If it doesn't concern what you enjoy, don't waste your time worrying about it.
See, this is why you kill the threads.
They do this thing in every other general. You should remember that people is here literally the whole day, so they are gonna try and get attention and shit doing anything.
To be a huge dick while talking on the side about other things.
In /b/ you can't ever have a serious discussion, people just go there for the 3dpd porn.
You can have one in the other boards, although rarely.
You just made it worse.
Because I know that
there is one
Being a huge dick on most of the not really so fast boards is mostly frowned upon, unless you're actually not a pleb.
The best thing to do is to be a good or cool dick, not a huge one.
>Off topic political discussion out of nowhere
If I could remember, this was one of the things that killed /ccg/, since people were too busy posting completely political discussion, rather than just posting colt booty
Also, yeah, I'd vote trump, but according to libs, he will win if you don't vote anyways
meant to say "completely unrelated political discussion", sorry for sounding awkward
Have a caramel
Well I don't abide by the arbitrary rules people makes up for boards.
I do whatever the hell I want, because here there are no consequences. They can tell me to leave, kill self or whatever, but nobody really can do shit to me.
Even if they ban me I can evade, as long as I don't admit to it, mods will never find me.
no idea but it looks nice on stallions in general.
It's more about jawline.
And what about an eyepatch?
Because it's only figurine.
I assure you, he's big by all means.
>Faggotry will never be socially acceptable
>Everyone will always compliment how brave you are and treat you like a victim
>You can't impregnate another male to pass on your glorious spartan-like genes
>You will have to find a suitable cunt to grow your child in out of duty to your lineage
>Your son may grow up to be a prissy twink instead of the man you'd always hoped he'd be
>Feminism will support the emasculinization of your son
>You'll have to deal with a woman
In a perfect world, women would be kept for breeding in facilities, and men could pursue career choices and lives on their own.
>tfw 5'6" manlet scum
Can't be mad at it because lol short man rage
> Braeburn, 5'10
Cute. Do want.
> Big Mac, 6'2
Funny. My height.
Can I have a good green to read about Anon taking the horsecock? I remember enjoying a nice one with r63 ponk.
>hurr hurr size matters
In an actual street fight all that matters is reaction times and agility.
And if you want to be a real man, then just face the bad with the good and never back up.
If you are a coward then you really are a fucking manlet. Size doesn't matter.
BUILD WALL, PACO
Burgerland is a tough place to be a shorty, expect no attention from women and attention only from guys who want to turn you into their fruity gf.
The wall will be built along the desert and river
Isn't the place already heavily patrolled and illegals still pass?
Funny how some beaners that don't even know how to wipe their ass are able to cross your borders that easily. Your border patrols are a joke, americunts.
Please go to /pol/ if you want to argue about political stuff, this is a gay horse thread
Funny how the Border Patrol, which is limites in members isn't able to patrol the entire fucking border with pinpoint accuracy and stop every single beaner from getting through.
A lot of them die in the desert though
Which takes us back to how pointless your wall will be.
But by all means, vote for that faggot so he spends half of the money on the crappy wall and steals the rest for himself. O]nly then you will be satisfied, even if it doesn't solve anything in the end and your wall maymay is forgotten out of shame.
Repostan some old stories
>Soarin x Shining Armor
>The Job Interview (Anon, Shining Armor)
>Farmhand (Anon, Big Mac)
>tfw completely straight my entire life
>tfw never doubted my sexuality in the slightest
>tfw out of the blue found myself fantasizing about sucking shining armor's cock one night
>tfw now fantasize about gay horses on the regular
I don't know how they managed to make these 2d ponies so attractive. I'd never fuck an actual guy.
Maybe I'd suck a nice cock, though. Maybe.
Pretty much me right now, I'd be happy to suck a trappy guy's cock and snuggle with him at night.
I used to wonder why so many bronies were gay, but now I know. It's the cute stallions man. They train you to think about men differently and before you know it, you're actually pretty gay.
>tfw you failed at raising your brother into a proper faggot just like dad and mom wanted
>"Now don't you get all sloppy on me 'anon. Ya' know you're still my best pal, right?"
>Big Mac looks incredibly uncomfortable right now, struggling to find the right words. He's never been a very sensitive man, but he's never had to be. Especially not like this
>"Mah' barn door jus' don't swing that way 'sall. You're still my brother' n' them is some real nice looken' flawres. Ah'm sure lots 'a stallians find you mighty handso- ah geeze, don't star' cryan on me now."
>He extends an awkward hoof and pats you on the back, looking around to make sure nobody can see this vulnerable moment.
>"Ya know, I hear that Shinin', twi's kin? he's queerer than a one winged pegasu- NOT THAT THERE'S ANYTHING WRON' WITH BEEIN QUEER 'COURSE"
>in it's quest for more fetishes, /mlp/ turns literally normal things into fetishes
We've fallen so far and come full circle.
He's secretly gay right
That's where this story is going
r-right? you keep your fucking hands off my husbando our love is pure
>Big Mac seems to shrink away from you
>"I uhhh..." he casts his gaze at the setting sun. "s'gettin' late n all...."
>You let the flowers fall from your limp hands
>"Ah don't think ya ought ta' tell mah sis. She ain't too kind to your typ- errrr..." Mac was sweating
>"I wont tell nopony 'course. What I'm gettin at is..."
Is it bad if I'm enjoying the straight rejection stories
I've requested it before and I'll request it again.
Royal guard green please?
Two birds, one stone.
>failed at turning my best friend into a faggot because i would bitch and moan whenever he and his cousin got touchy-feely with me
>hardly managed to settle for a peck during truth or dare
I wish I could be 13 all over again.
Any anonXguard ones?
The only one I've seen is the where the guard is 'ordered' to follow his every whim. But that guard was female.
Seems like green with anon and (m)guards are nonexistant.
I could see the plot.
>Anon's poofs into Equestria.
>As he is technically an endangered species, Celestia has ordered a royal guard to act as his protector.
>Anon feels offended at this notion, as it's implying he's some little puss, and also hates how overprotective the guard can be.
>One night, he catches the guard asleep when he was supposed to be on watch.
>Anon simply gets a blanket and places it over him.
>In the morning, the guard wakes up and begs Anon not to report his slackness.
>The human simply chuckles and offers the sweaty horse a cold drink.
>Cue bros 4 lyfe.
Seeing as, all my recent stuff is super NSFW, so I'll just post a bunch of links:
Secondly, if anyone can get in contact with me with any current information about Nik, please let me know.
Thank you, kindly! I'm still practicing, though!
Ah, gotcha! Sorry about that!
I believe you are the faggot, my good sir
I love your dicks
that said, brea's dock in that first image you linked seems off to me
the tail sprouts directly from the dock, not above it, and it doesn't have hairs on it like that
>magical fairytale place that doesn't exist
Found the story I remembered, writefag never did post a pastebin or finish the second part
>”Hey Non, what's gotcha down?”
>You break out of your daydream and look down to the pink party pone standing at your feet.
“How did you get into my house?”
>”Oh, do your poor locks got you upset? If so, I know this really great locksmith that I'm friends with and he even taught me how to lockpick-”
>You cut off the rambling pony.
“If you must know,” You shift uncomfortably in your seat, “Another date went sour.”
>”Another!” It didn't seem to be a question, almost excited. “But that's the third one just this month!”
>You sigh as Bubble Berry proclaims that fact, putting your hand to your forehead.
>”Aw, don't worry Non, I'm sure you'll find someone that makes you smile, they may even be closer than you think.” Bubble jumps into your lap.
>While you talk you scratch Bubbles mane, much to his pleasure.
“Thanks, but I think I'm staying off the dating scene for a while. I just don't seem to connect with any of these mares.”
>”I know that feeling...” Berry mumbles to himself.
“It's not easy being the only human.”
>Suddenly, Bubble perks up.
>”Hey, you know what would make you feel better?”
“Is it a p-”
>”A party!” He yells and jumps into the air.
>You're tired, but you'd hate to disappoint him.
“I'd love one.”
>”I knew you would. Everyone loves a Bubble Berry party!”
>He gives you a time, and starts to head out.
“Hey Bubble. How'd you know I was upset?”
>He blinks at the question.
>”Silly Anon, I'm always looking out for you.”
>Bubble jumps up and gives you a quick bonecrushing hug, which you return.
>Normally you don't like contact with guys, but with Bubble you don't mind.
>Before you can say anything else, Bubbles jumps out of your arms and disappears in a cloud of dust as he runs off.
>Now that you think of it, you don't remember the last time he called you 'Anon'.
>Usually it was some pet-name variation.
>You don't dwell on the fact, and kill time until the time Bubble stated arrived.
>With the sun nearly finished setting, you head over to Sugar Cube Corner.
>You hear the party before you see it.
>Bubbles parties reflect the party thrower, always full of energy and fun to be around.
>Coming into view, you can see a couple ponies loitering outside, chatting among themselves.
>Seems you're a little bit late.
>Entering the party, you can see dozens of ponies have a grand ol' time from your vantage point of being a tall human.
>You scan the party for Bubble when you feel a sudden weight on your back.
>”Hiya Non, glad you could make it.”
“Wouldn't miss it for the world.” You say as Bubble rubs his cheek on your neck, and sighs.
>He slides down your body and plops on the floor, before springing back up to his feet.
“I'm always amazed how quickly you can throw a party together, and how fast everyone drops everything to join in on it.”
>”Only the best for my bestest of best friends.” Bubble winks.
>You blush a little, and laugh awkwardly.
>He's always so damn nice to you.
>”So, watcha wanna do first?”
“Honestly, after the past few days, I just need a drink.”
>Bubble gasps, “I think that's a great idea!” He really stresses out 'great'
>He leads you through the crowd of partying ponies, expertly weaving between them as you make your way to the drink counter.
>”I knew you had a rough couple of days, so I took the liberty of giving the punch a little 'spike' to liven up the party.”
“You know me so well.” You say, laughing lightly.
>Getting a big cup full, you offer one to Bubble, who refuses.
>”I already had a cup, and I don't like getting too tipsy at my parties. Somepony has to referee after all.”
“More for me.” You say in a sing-song voice, before attempting to down the cup.
>Attempting, because you nearly did a spit take as it burns your throat.
”Cr- crap, Bubble, the hell did you spike this with?”
>”Nothing special, just some hard bronco.” He gives a cheeky smile.
>Bronco is a type of liquor here.
>It even manages to confuse some of the ponies.
>You rub you mouth, and cough again.
“No kidding, guess I should be a little more careful.” You say before taking a sip this time instead, adjusting to the taste.
>”Sorry Non, I'll warn you next time. I forgot how humans are kinda lightweight.”
>When you first heard of pony alcohol, you thought it would be some light stuff, to relate to their size.
>Instead, you found out you can control your alcohol worse than a child.
>When cider season came around, you accidentally got yourself drunk and made an ass of yourself.
>It haunts you sometimes at night.
”Even if I'm lightweight, I still didn't expect that kind of liquor to burn this bad. I'm not that sensitive to alcohol.”
>”Wonder why then?~”
“Maybe I shouldn't-” Bubble stops you before you can put the cup on the table.
>”Nonono, you should drink lots!” He practically forces the cup to your lips.
>”O-oh, sorry, It's just I, uh, really want you to have a good time.”
>He looks nervous.
>But you trust the little guy.
>You resolve to drink all punch you can handle, but promise yourself not to let yourself get too out of hand.
>You're a cuddly, huggy drunk, and in a party mostly consisting of guys...
Shut up and post pony of the gay kind
After finishing the rest of the cup, you slam it down on the table.
“Damn, that's brisk.” You shake your head.
>”Great, have some more!”
>Bubble somehow got another cup nearly filled to the brim in your hand without you noticing.
>”Come on, let's go have fun!” Bubble jumps into the air before dragging you off into the depths of the party, you focusing on not spilling your drink.
>Bubble drags you into conversations with multiple different people, which almost always seem to center around you.
>”Hey Non, have you met Bulk Biceps here? He works out a lot, he might even be stronger than you!”
“I'm not that strong.” You say, after tons of different conversations, the alcohol starting to hit you.
>”Nonsense, look how big your muscles are here.” He says, rubbing a hoof up your leg, touching your shin and pressing into your thigh.
“You're touching me a lot.”
>”Hey look! It's Blitz! Think you could beat him in a hoofrace, or would it be footrace?” Bubble changes to subject.
>Most of the talks go like that, until you finish your drink.
>”Hey Non, I hear a good way to stay sober is exercise, helps get that alcohol out of your system.”
“Is that how works? I thought it just made it worse.”
>”Nope, come on! Let's dance.”
>Normally you wouldn't be caught dancing if your life depending on it, but the liquid courage helps you along.
>Tons of ponies dance and laugh around you, and you feel yourself smiling and silently singing to the music playing.
>Bubble dances around you, constantly bumping you with his rear, jokingly of course.
>Eventually, you start to feel really tipsy, and you find yourself using Bubble as a little stabilizer whenever you start to lose your balance.
>”You feeling okay Nonny?”
“I -urp- yeah, just a little dizzy.”
>”Aw,” Bubble zips away and comes back with a new drink,” take this, and let's go get a seat.”
>Yes, that seems reasonable.
>You're taking sips as Bubble leads you to a couch near a corner of the room, out of the general party area.
>He sits you down gently, and you continue taking little sips as he jumps up on the spot next to you.
>Bubble's tail flicks as you stare forward, taking more sips.
>For some reason, you can't stop drinking it.
>Bubble scootches over to you, pressing his side against you.
>He smiles as you drape an arm over him.
>That's not weird, you think.
>You hug him, that's similar, right?
>”So how are you enjoying the party so far?”
>Bubble starts rubbing his face against your chest, a hoof tracing your stomach.
>That might wrinkle it...
“Great. You overshot my expectations which I didn't think was possible since I expected perfection.”
>”Hehe, I didn't realize you were such a flatterer when you were drunk.”
“Hey, I ain't drunk. I'd know when I was drunk.”
“When I get drunk, I get cuddly, and kinda dumb.”
>”No kidding, huh?”
>You hug Bubble closer as he purrs.
>Hey, it's kind of like a cat.
“And I sort of lose focus. And I can't take a hint.”
>”You don't need alcohol for that to happen.”
>Bubble jumps into your lap and starts to slide back and forth on your leg.
>You wonder if that's habitual.
>Like how your other leg is bouncing right now.
>Wait a minute.
“I have nothing left to sip.”
>You frown as Bubble knocks the cup out of your hand and onto the floor.
>Looking at him, the two of you lock eyes.
>Though the room is kind of dark, you can see his face flushed.
>”Hey Non,” Bubble places his hoofs on your shoulders, “have you ever considered the reason your dates fail cause you're looking for the wrong person?”
“...Uh, No puedo entender.”
>He looks slightly jolted, but continues regardless.
>”Maybe the right person for you is really close, like, right under your nose close.”
>Bubble shuffles forward on your lap more.
>Your arms rest on his hips.
“Like a coworker?”
>”Maybe,” He bites his lip, “Or maybe, I dunno, a friend?”
“I...” Wait, something just hit you.
>”Someone you never thought of before.” His voice gets deeper and more husky.
”I need to...” Yep, you can't believe you didn't notice sooner.
>”Someone nontraditional. Can you think of anypony like that?” He leans forward.
>You can't hold it back much longer.
“I need to pee.”
“Sorry, I just,” You shuffle out from under Bubble, “I'll be right back.”
>He sits in a huff as you stumble away to the mens room.
>When you come back out, you see Bubble talking to a really beefy, tough looking pony.
>He nods to Bubble and walks off as you approach.
“Hey, sorry, that stuff just flows right through me.”
>”Don't worry. I understand. Come on, follow me.”
>You don't think to ask why.
>Why would Bubble do anything wrong, anyway?
>He leads you up some stairs, and as the two of you climb, you look back and notice the beefy pony from before taking position in front of the stairs.
>You frown, but don't think much more of it.
>And still, even when Bubble leads you to his room.
>He slams the door behind you as you stumble in, locking it behind you.
>The room is dark, but the moonlight and party lights flowing in from the window illuminates the bed space enough to see.
>Just as you're thinking this looks like a good place to nap, Bubble pushes you onto his giant bed, and you land with a pomf.
“Waah! What are we going to do on the bed?”
>You burst out laughing at your own reference as Bubble climbs up onto the bed, standing over you face to face.
>He lowers himself on you, his small but heavy, warm body pressing down on you as your faces are inches apart.
>”Non, do you like me?”
>You feel his warm breath wash over you as his face reddens even more.
>Maybe he had more booze then you thought?
>It doesn't smell too much like alcohol.
>”Yeah, yourra great friend ever.” Your now complete drunkness changes your speech, slurring slightly.
>God damn, this furry guy looks cuddly, all staring at you half lidded and blushing.
>You gotta get more comfy too.
>He lets out a small gasp as your wrap your arms around him, scratching at his back.
>”N-no. Something more than that.”
>One of your hands trace down over his rear, and your press up to scotch him closer to you.
>It's somewhat plump, but you can still feel traces of hard muscle underneath.
“Like bestester special friends?”
>”Heh, that's funny Non. I like how you're funny.”
“I like how you're funny to-”
>You're cut off as Bubble presses his lips against yours.
>It's quick, only a second, but it leaves an impression.
>Warm, slightly wet.
>Wait, Bubble Berry lips.
“Woah, Bubble...” You've hit maximum confusion.
>”But I hate how you play so hard to get.”
>He sits upright, his rear pressing hard into your crotch as he looks down at you with lust-filled eyes.
>Wait a minute, lust-filled eyes?
>”Sorry Non, but I can't let this opportunity slip away. I did this party for you, after all.”
>He pulls out a small metal box with a big red button on it, and presses it while grinning madly.
>Thick metal cuffs attached to a metal line shoot out from behind the bed, grabbing onto your wrists and holding them down.
>When did Bubble get the tech to do this, is the first thing that comes to mind.
>You frown in thought, but your mind gets interrupted as Bubble pounces on you again, his breathing increased and hitting you rapidly.
>Smells like cherries.
>”I need you Non. I've been holding back for too long and I need you so badly. So I'm going to do this whether you want me too or not.”
“I'm cool with it.”
>”But I guarantee by the end of the night, you'll be loving i-waiwaiwhat?”
>Bubble looks dumbfounded.
“I always kinda thought you were cute. I've never been completely opposed to doing it with the opposite gender, but nobody caught my fancy until I met you.”
>You take a deep, exaggerated breath.
“And I didn't know if those feelings were legit or anything. I wasn't sure. Or whatever.”
>”So-so I coulda just asked this whole time and you would have said yes?”
“Well, I probably would have had to think 'bout it, but if 'little me' has anything to say 'bout it,” You shake your hips, emphasizing your bulge, “I'd probably say yeah.”
>Bubble looks absolutely flabbergasted.
“I mean, it may just be the alcohol talking...”
>”How do I know you're telling the truth?”
“Because your metal cuffs are made of tinfoil.”
>You easily tear away from your binds and wrap one arm over Bubble's back, and one behind his head.
>In one swift moment, Bubble eeps as you pull him into a deep kiss.
>Your lips mash, and as the two of you are connected like that, with your heart fluttering and mind at ease, you knew this was the right choice.
>That missing piece you couldn't find with the other mares was filled.
>Slowly, you break away, and look into his still shock-ridden eyes.
“Believe me now?”
>He whispers in a husky voice.
>”We need to do this right now.”
>With that, you mash lips again.
>His heavy, warm, soft body pressing you down into the plush bed, his fur tickling you, you feel so damn comfy.
>You hold him as tight as you can without hurting him, desperate for his comfort and warmth.
>You moan into his mouth as you feel his thick tongue slick with saliva wriggle into your mouth.
>His tongue is a lot bigger than yours, desperately try and fight back as it violates your mouth.
>”You taste so gooood.~” He backs off and says, before digging right back in.
>You've only been swapping spit for a few seconds and you could already feel Bubble's fifth leg pressing into you.
>Bubble starts bucking his hips slowly, rubbing his erection over your thigh.
>Finally, he breaks the kiss, and leaning over you, he stares into your eyes.
>”Get your clothes off.”
>You're not going to object to that, and he travels down your body to take off your pants as you throw off your shirt.
>tfw best stallion will never breed you
Life is suffering.
>He uses his mouth to pull down your zipper and unbutton your jeans expertly, as if he's done it before.
>But ponies don't wear jeans...?
>Your mind stops focusing on that and instead focuses on the fact your pants are around your ankles and you're pressing painfully against the fabric of your boxer briefs.
>Bubble seems to be drooling as he stares at your bulge with sex-crazed eyes.
>He rubs up against your length with the tip of his hoof as he speaks.
>”Non, do you have a surprise for me?”
>He leans down and rubs his muzzle against it as it begins twitching wildly.
>”I love surprises.~”
“D-dammit Berry, stop teasing me and let it out.”
>”But Non, you teased me for so long. I'm not sure...”
>”Oh Fine. Just say please first.
>He bites on the waistband and waits.
“P-please Berry? For me?”
>Bubble giggles before he quickly pulls down your boxers, and your shaft explodes out of its prison and stands tall.
>”I can't believe you were hiding this from me for so long.”
>His hot breath washes over it, making you grip the bedsheets.
“Fuck, Bubble just...”
>”Is it this hard for me?”
>Bubble gives the tip a wet kiss, making it twitch and spit out a little pre.
>”Wow, you're so excited. I'm excited too.”
>He stands tall between your legs, and slightly obscured by shadow, you can see his thick shaft sway between his legs.
>He sits back down on your crotch, his full balls pressing against your hard-on.
>But your attention is more drawn to the thick, blackish slab of meat standing fully erect.
>Even from way down your body, it looks imposing.
>”I love yours. Do you love mine?”
>You nod dumbly, and he giggles in response.
>”I wonder if they like each other.”
>He moves his balls out of the way and places his shaft against yours.
>Bubble doesn't say anything, but he's clearly bigger, though it's not much of a fair comparison to be honest.
>Even if his height is smaller than you, he's still a horse.
>It's really hot, and having another mans thing against yours is making your heart pound rapidly.
>He starts bucking his hips slowly, frotting his against yours.
>”Like it Nonny? Huh? Do ya?” He whispers as he starts leaning forwards against, coming face to face with you against as his shaft presses down hard onto yours.
>His kisses you again, and resumes his frotting.
>The globs of pre coming out of his member drips out onto your shaft and stomach and his furry coat.
>You find yourself lost in the sensation of Bubble's lips and shaft, until he breaks away.
>He grins down at you madly.
>”Get up please.”
>You do, and he takes your place, sitting up against the headboard, his member sticking straight up into the air.
>”You're going to suck my dick, and make it super incredible, alright?”
“Woah, uh, a little fast...”
>”Come on Non, don't you like me?”
>That is true...
>And the way Bubble is slowly stroking gets another twitch down there.
>One little try can't hurt, right?
“Just come to the edge of the bed, okay?”
>”Okiee Dokiee Lokiee!”
>He scootches over as you kneel at the edge.
>As you kneel before him, his member is very imposing.
>And his scent, that musky smell, HIS musky smell, is overpowering you on a primal level.
>”I know you've never done this before, but just do what comes naturally. I'm sure you'll be a pro at it.”
>You grab hold of the thick slab of meat in front of you with two hands, and start stroking it gently.
>”Mmnf.~ That's good, but it's not your mouth.”
>One hand grabs the frontside and another travels down the full orbs below.
>You'd need two hands to fully grab the oranges he has as sacks...
>Regardless, you stick out your tongue, and tentatively lick the underside, from bottom to top.
>”Good start, but I'll need more than that. And stop using your hands, use only your mouth.”
>You obey, and place them behind your back when Bubble stops you.
>”Don't move, I just want to do something quickly.”
>You allow Bubble to grab the back off your head roughly with one hoof, and place your face in his full orbs.
>Your nose and mouth are deep into his sack, and he holds you there so you have no choice but to breath in his scent.
>The smell is so powerful. It attacks and muddles your brain, filling you with desire.
>You moan into his orbs, and he shivers in pleasure.
>”I can tell you like that. Try sucking me now.”
>He lets you go, and newly reinvigorated, you dig into your meal.
>You broadly lick all over his shaft, moaning at the taste and covering it slick with saliva.
>Not to leave them out, you dig into his balls, licking and attempting to suck on them, leaving a hickey.
>They're slightly salty with sweat, smooth and giant.
>You can't get enough of them.
>This in turn makes him spurt out loads of pre, which you gladly travel up to his tip to greedily drink it all.
>Salty, but with a noticeable sweetness to it.
>Bubble coo's you on as you do your best to pleasure him.
>You attempt to take it in your mouth, but it's unfortunately just a little too big.
>Bubble tells you we'll work on it later.
>Eventually, your mouth is tired and you need to take a little break.
>Bubble smiles at seeing your tired form and his saliva coated cock, just begging for release.
>”You did amazing, but I think it's time for the final phase, Operation A.N.A.L!”
>Your drunk mind takes a minute to register what those letters spell out as Bubble picks you up and onto the bed.
>When Bubble says, “I wonder how tight it'll be,” you finally figure out.
“Wa-wait wait wait! We can't do that.”
>”Aw, why not?”
“I haven't really done any butt stuff before, and with your thing, frankly it wouldn't be fun for either of us.”
>He frowns for a second, but a lightbulb appears over his head.
>”So you're saying you'd like to top me instead?”
“I guess for now.”
>”Ookie Dookie. Just remember, once you do this, you have to pay me back later for it, okay?”
>”Great! But we need to get you prepared for now.”
>He zips away and back, carrying lube, a controller, and some kind of plastic stick.
>As Bubble takes the stick and starts covering it in lube, you realize it must be some kind of strange dildo.
>”Okay, bend over.”
>Hesitantly, you bend over the bed and Bubble positions the plastic dildo thing as your rear entrance.
“What even is that thing?”
>”Say Non, do you like me?”
“What? Yea- AH!”
>It burns as the dildo forces itself inside you, shocking you out of speaking as you grit your teeth.
>”Do you still like me?”
“Let me think for a second.”
>”Does this help you think?”
>You eep as Berry turns a dial on the controller and you feel the thing inside you start to vibrate.
>”Vibrating Buttplug. I want you to keep this in you overnight until you're ready to take me in you. Understand?”
>You grunt affirmatively, and he jumps up and claps his hooves.
>”Great! Now one other thing before you start...”
>He jumps up onto the bed and gets into that pose.
>Yes, THAT pose.
>”You've gotta lick me first.”
>”Don't look grossed out, it's clean. I made sure earlier today~”
>That's better than.
>You get behind him and spread his cheeks apart, getting a good look at the ponut.
>It's dotted with perspiration, and you can't help but wanna dig in.
>Bubble lets out a small jolt at first contact with your tongue, but quickly relaxes.
>You tongue travels circles around his entrance just to get him ready.
>But you're not planning to tease.
>You quickly dig in, burying your tongue into his ponut, wriggling around.
>Bubble moans and presses back into you.
>Your hand massages his rear while the other goes down to teasingly rub his shaft.
>”Dam- I-I need something bigger, lube it up and stick it in!”
>Well, you're not one to leave a friend hanging.
>You get the lube and spurt a little bit into his hole, before spurting a generous amount onto your member.
>You stroke it to make sure it gets everywhere as you line it up with his hole.
>Feverishly, and without much grace, you stick it in.
>You may not be as large as a horse, but you can hilt inside, and Bubble certainly felt it.
>Hilted inside him, you ask if he's ready.
>”I'm ready for this rodeo.”
>You begin pounding his furry butt, rocking him in his place.
>His rear bounces against your hips.
>You can feel him use his muscles to massage your member, drawing you in and constricting around you.
>Losing yourself in your pressure, he begins to buck back into you as much as you're screwing into him.
>”Haah, didn't- AH!.. realize you were so good- Mmnf, at fucking other guys.”
>His tongue lolls out as you turn him around missionary and lean over him.
“Nah. It's just you.”
>The sounds of the rooms are filled with grunts and moans of pleasure, almost completely forgetting there is a party below you.
>The music is probably covering it.
>”I-I love you, Nonny.”
>You give him a quick kiss in response.
>”So I'll give you a r-reward.”
>In one swift moment, he reverse the roles, knocks you onto your back, and skewers himself on your member.
>”I'll make you sure enjoy this as much as possible.” He says as he turns the dial on the controller to max.
>The vibrator in your ass turns your mind to mush as the pleasure between Bubble's hole and it is too much.
>You find yourself unable to move, and Bubble rides you with all his worth.
>Bubble feels the twitch of no return from your shaft, and simply presses down on your crotch with all his body weight and begins stroking his shaft as fast as possible.
>His cum shoots into the air, covering you and Bubble himself in cum as your own orgasm shakes your body to it's core.
>Your mouth opens in a scream of pleasure, and you barely register the thick Bubble Berry cum covering your body and the some bit dripping into your mouth.
>The muscles in his rear massage you and make sure to get out every drop available.
>”Aah, my buns are so glazed.”
“God, dammit Berry.” Is all you can say before you pass out from a combination of drunkness, tiredness and pleasure.
You: STOP BELIEVING WHAT I DON'T BELIEVE
I didn't tell you to stop believing anything, retard. I told you to go pray about it if it hurts your feelings so bad that you have to shitpost memes. Now post gay horses or fuck outta here.
I'm gonna make a very strange request of you guys, but(t):
Can we have more straight rejection stories? Don't ask why. It just does it for me
>You will never bury your nose into musky but fluffy chest tuft while holding your horsebando in your arms as you two watch the whole world flood from the el niño storms, through your window.
>Now post gay horses or fuck outta here.
How about you start or get the fuck out? Half the reason why the colt cuddler threads died off were because artificial drama started by shit like this, how do I know you're not samefagging yourself by bringing up politics and then posing as a spic to just derail the thread?
The only deity any of us should pray to is the Immortal Man-Emperor of Mankind! Any thing else is profane
The whole intention is to shit up the thread. Best not to give them attention.
But if I do, who will snuggle these adorable dragons?
Look man. He REALLY needs the cuddles. Possibly even coodles. Who am I to deny?
Sorry, I don't. I do remember it though, I don't know if it's in the ancient /ccg/ writing pastebin depository.
>"Hey buddy, you ready for a night out on the town? I'm gonna be a married stallion soon, y'know, might be our last chance to go crazy for a while. Heh."
>"What? You just want to hang out here at your place? That's cool, too I guess, let's go round up the rest of the gang and we can-"
>"Oh, you meant *just* us? Sure, pal, I guess that's fine."
>"Anon... what's going on? You're avoiding looking at me."
>"You have something to tell me? Well what is it, you know we can always talk about anything!"
>"Hah, hey man, I love you too bro. You been drinking already or something?"
>"Why are you crying?"
>"Oh... you mean..."
>"I never knew you were... y'know... that way..."
>"NO, NO of course I'm not mad! Can't help who you fall in love with, after all. You haven't done anything wrong."
>"G...give you a chance? Anon... listen, I don't wanna hurt you, really. But... come on, I'm with Cadence, and I love her more than anything in the world, you know that. I admire the guts it took for you to come out and say what you just told me but... even if I wanted to, I couldn't. I'm sorry, buddy..."
>"Hey, I um... I'm just gonna go... I can tell you're upset, I don't wanna make things any worse..."
>"Don't be silly, of course we can still be friends..."
>"A hug? Erm... s...sure."
>"So... yeah, anyway... I'm just gonna go now. You sure you're gonna be okay?"
>"Anon? You're... you're still coming to the wedding, right? I hope this doesn't come across as selfish or anything but... I... I really wanted you to be there..."
That's the stuff, that's it.
Thank you anon. Continue if you've got more, please
Why are you doing this to me?
but don't stop
>Dragons walk on two legs
>Spike walks on two legs
Oh anon, you just need to be more open-minded! Just because they're cold-blooded doesn't mean you have to have a cold heart!
You sound like a whiny entitled faggot, Anon. Would you really expect him to just give up everything for you like that just to keep from hurting your feelings without any regard to how he feels?
You are retarded and insane.
He's getting married. The plans were set in stone. And then you come out to him just before his big wedding with the girl of his dreams, and you want him to postpone and re-consider?
Look, I get you're an aspie, or possibly full autistic. You can't help that, at least I don't think you can.
But believe me when I say this: That's not how shit works. That's not how feelings work. That's not how emotions work. That's not how sexuality works.
Have I ever told you how godamn cute you look wearing that little t-shirt?
>Crouch down and crawl up to Fizzle.
>His face is turning into a beet.
What's the matter bro? Cat got your tongue or something?
>At this point, you're face to face. His look is priceless.
>"A-anon...." He whispers.
Yes my flaming buttercup?
>"Why are you unbuttoning your shirt?" The white dragon replies.
Well, it's a bit stuffy in here. Why is your tail coiling up around my leg?
>Fizzle slowly leans his head a bit to the right.
>You look back as well, then back at him.
>He lets out a soft chuckle.
>"Heh, I don't know. I guess it's nervous about what will happen-"
>You lay a finger on his nose.
You don't get to throw a tantrum and do that man. you're being a REALLY shitty person.
He's clearly in love, he's clearly getting married. when he invited you he had no idea you were homo. None at all! He thinks you're the best of buddies and wants you to be there when he finally marries the girl of his dreams.
Suddenly coming out to him possibly on the night before and then killing yourself when he doesn't throw his new life away?
I'm not saying not get married at all, just put it off for a couple of days to let my words really sink in and maybe talk things over with me. Maybe even a little pity cuddling, let me show him how much I love him and what he'd be passing up.
>Look Shiny, I love you a ton even though we've never had a date, spent more than 5 hours together, or lived in the same house, let alone spent the night. Just hold off on this marriage thing while I cuddle you and hopefully escalate to you cheating on your soon-to-be wife.
>Trust me, it's a really good idea.
>Oh you don't, well then I'll just kill myself. Here's the knife at my throat.
If I could offer you a noose through the internet I would. You're horrible.
Please don't tell me you're serious. Please don't. This is absurd, you're absurd. You can have your "turning the straight guy" fantasies all you want but this borders on complete autism and lack of self-awareness
I'd apologize to her but in the end it's his choice, I just want him to be absolutely sure he makes the right one either way. He won't have that chance if he just blows me off without giving it any serious thought.
Fuck this guy.
Here is a one panel comic story that destroys a million yaoi fantasies:
He mouths Jubilee's cherries.
Man I really don't have a ton of
Please stop, if you must post focus on posting cute gay horses. You're the only one here that likes Spike. This is worse than the autistic shit posting we were getting.
hey if it's homo or male and contributing to the thread I don't mind, however just whining about what you're given without providing any content of your own is just cancer.
I find it hard to believe that out of the 37 other posters I'm the only one that likes Spike. Lucky for you though I just ran though my clean stuff.
After reading the latter half of this thread, I'm just happy that I'm not delusional and have made some good choices in my life.
Okay, all done. Now we can let this thread die to continued shitposting and lack of content, just like the ccg of yesteryear~
have something for your troubles anon.
Oh snap, found this lil' guy too!
anyone here got some good Care Package stuff?
People like you are why we can never have nice gay threads. You're doing nothing but proving the "accepting gays is a slippery slope to accepting pedophiles" fags right when you try to normalize and force this shit on everyone else.
Not >>26034158, but I'll give it a whirl
>"Anon, anon! I'm so glad you could make it to the festival! I've been looking all over for you!"
>You follow him through the crowds, mind elsewhere. It's a beautiful night though.
>It feels weird, just the two of you being at the Fall Festival. Vaguely lonely.
>Spritz seems unaffected by the party size. You sit at a long bench sipping on some cider. He's babbling on about his promotion and you're tapping a hole into the knotted wood
>"So, listen, the ceremony is tomorrow, and..."
>His voice trails off. A blush spreads across his cheeks
>The rest of his thought must be in the stars and written across the moon in the scrawling of Luna.
>"We need to have a plus one for after the promotion and medal ceremony, I was hoping we could go as...a couple?"
>Suddenly it all makes sense: The stolen glances, the little gifts, compliments...the pair of undies that went missing after your last sleep-over
"Oh..." you whisper. You don't know how else to say it.
"Spritz, I- I'm really flattered. Honestly. You know you're my friend, right?"
>"Y-Yeah" his mood begins to slowly deflate. The breath he had been holding slowly leaves him.
"You're a brother to me..." you grab one of his hooves. "And I'm so proud of you."
>You have no idea how to say these things: You've never had to do this before
>You let a long uncomfortable silence hang between you. Spritz lost his concentration in the dirt, face bright red and eyes half shut. You can't help but feel guilty in some sort of way
"How about more cider?" Your attempt to break the tension only earns you a sigh as he retracts his hoof and lays both of them, trembling, in his lap.
>"I-I'm sorry anon. I-I thought..." He tries speaking up but he can't manage above a soft whisper.
"You know, let me grab that ale!" you earnestly rise from your seat and power-walk to the nearest booth
>You glance behind you, your friend has his head buried in his hooves.
Like I said if I can't have him I'd just kill myself and get out of the way and he can have his perfect fairytale ending without his stupid faggot friend that had the audacity to love him in the way to mess everything up.
Congratulations, you just ruined my night.
you aren't a man if you cant reach the toilet
you are literally the moon in gif related
I know, right?
Now tell me, howdy?
trying to think about writefagging but not sure how to get myself motivated.
howdy doodly buddy pal! C:
that pic sure look nice right now.
in the same boat. when the semester starts up again and im already writing a lot i think i'll find it to come easier
Nice to see such talents.
Wish I had the skills for writing.
Think about make a plot for some flash game(or not flash, maybe it should be on python vn engine). I'm learning how to draw, and will do some for sure, but in my plan I'm still stuck with the good plot part.
Well, I didn't see any.
Maybe there is, especially on FoE ground.
But I'd like to make almost-canon one, prolly with some OC.
with parts of
> gay romance and lewdness
I can draw, I can't come up with a good story or describing of, you know, intercourse times.
Well I hope you find a good writer to help you.
But in case you don't, you could try looking at other lewd text based games.
I think the David Silver that works on Flexible Survival is the same one on FimFiction. Maybe ask him for help?
That will work for comic really well.
Game is more like book. Huge plot, many characters, events, connections and changes.
> Well I hope you find a good writer to help you.
> Maybe ask him for help?
Sorry, I can barely talk English. Can you point me where to see?
sounds like an amusing endurance game, try to resist as long as possible and avoid the townsfolk who are obviously "in the mood" or you're fucked.
maybe even get a turn as the top if you're really lucky.
Well, buddy pal, consider that many stallion snugglers are dreaming of horse cock right now.
But I'm here for you~
Oh, time zones, yeah.
But why you aren't sleeping?
I would be happy to have you close enough.
I don't feel very well and I've been up since 2am.
Can't go 10 minutes without a coughing or sneezing fit, so I might as well stay up all day.
Est here. What's your timezone?
The world is very small. I'm a plane ticket away~ Want to add me on something?
Sounds bad. Hope, you will get well soon.
Actually, you need to rest even more than the others now.
UTC/GMT +5, so
it's very unlikely we will ever meet.
I don't have accounts in social networks popular among your people also, eh.
If I sleep now it'll be all day.
Better to fix my sleep schedule. I start college in a few days.
Maybe a nap wouldn't hurt..
Yes, your body needs some rest, so take a nap please.
It'll be better tomorrow.
You don't need to apologize, it's not your fault.
Are you for real?
why do these threads always go full /lgbt/-/soc/?
it's a thread about gay horses not gay horsefuckers.
>that file name.
and now we know how Batman vs Superman started.
Just because someone cannot keep his tongue behind teeth
got any more Care Package anon?
that male horse is a cute mailhorse.
> Care Package
Only nsfw, pardon me.
that was and adorable little story, good find.
yeah, it's refreshing to not just see boring sexgod Anon stories, gotta earn that happy ending if there is one.
>The dragon next to you keeps bothering you. There's something about him you can't quite piece together
>The way he acts
>And just now
>All of these things...what do they mean?
>Fuck it, you decide to ask
>"Fizz?" You probe into the darkness. You hope you're not keeping him from sleeping, that'd be rather rude.
>"Yes?" His voice is a shaky whisper
>Fuck it, you just decide to go for it. It's not that big of a deal is it?"
>"Are you..." You leave the question hanging in the air, but you can feel him tense up.
>"Are you kinda shy?"
I had a lel
This anon is a complete fucking idiot and I love it.
cute and sweet stories are also rather nice but seems like most people just want to go straight to "da sexins".
I am inspired: Oblivious Anon
>You are Anonymous
>When you first got to PonyVille, people treated you like a monster
>Fillies would run screaming at the sight of you, colts and mares would keep their distance
>You found refuge on an apple farm, living amongst the fruit trees like some wild animal.
>That was when Applejack found you one day
>Being country folk, she offered you a place to stay in return for hard work
>You happily obliged, and soon, you'd become a very close member of the family. People weren't afraid of you as much anymore.
>Yes sir, life was looking up for you
>One day Applejack came in from PonyVille with someone at her side
>"Anon, this's mah cousin, Braeburn."
>"Howdy 'Anon'," Brae removed his hat and went for a friendly handshake, but stopped short, making eye contact with you
>"My you are TALL!" He remarked.
>You laughed and confirmed, that was why Applejack was keeping you around of course.
>Then there was silence. Applejack was looking at Brae in confusion, Brae was staring at you with a sly smile, and you were really hoping this would end and you could go take a piss
>Thankfully, Applejack whisked Brae into her home, but not before he stole another look at you.
>What an odd fellow
>That night there's a feast of sorts. Granny whipped up every apple dish imaginable, and some you didn't think properly existed.
>Braeburn is sitting next to you, chatting your ear off about "Appleoosa" or wherever he's from. You're positively stuffing your face with delicious treats and washing them down with your fourth mug of hard cider, nodding each time he says something to you
>Mac and Applejack are watching Brae from across the table, each one whispering to one-another
>"So Anon, ah've a proposal for you..." Braeburn announces to everyone.
>"Yeah, sure" you say, barely hearing him as you stuff your face
>"How's about a drinkin contest? I can drink ANYONE under the table, even Mac here."
>Mac groans. "I was already drunk"
interesting start so far anon, you have my attention
>You don't remember what you agreed to, but someone places a mug of hard cider infront of you, which you drain almost instantly
>Braeburn's eyes split with fear
>"FINE!" He grunts, and knocks back his own mug, keeping one eye on you as you continue sloughing down the tiny-pony sized drinks like they're thimbles of water
>By your 10th mug you're feeling a little hot and tipsy. You stopped eating your food and settled for 'sips', which for you translate to gulps
>Brae is struggling to kill his 6th mug.
>His face burns bright red as he painfully gulps deep from the mug
>Man these people are so friendly! This is great!
>You raise your glass
>"A toast I say!"
>With one eye Brae pleads for you to stop, still working down the cider
>"To Braeburn, for coming all the way from Kentucky or whatever. May his travels be safe and his apples always sweet!"
>You're the only one toasting, so you finish your glass and slap Brae on the back
>He spews a mouthful of cider across the table in a fine mist, and then promptly smacks his face into the table
>Being too drunk to understand what was going on, you drink your mug down and belch loudly
>Everyone is looking at you with wide eyes, sans Braeburn who is holding vomiting profusely under the table
>What a lovely night
>Applejack and Granny are cleaning up the table, you lean back in your seat
>"Anon, Mac, wouldja mind taking Brae outside for som' fresh air? I think he needs it."
>"Not a problem AJ!" You volunteer happily. You feel good, but everyone around you seems to be stunned. Did you drink too much? Mac looks somewhat distraught as you dig under the table and drag Braeburn out, vomit coating his face
>You inform mac 'you've got this', to which he readily agrees, looking at you with something between sadness and confusion.
>You and Braeburn sit outside. The stars out in the country have always been better than when you briefly lived in Ponyville
>Next to you, Braeburn stirs with dim cognition
>"A-Anon?" He whispers
>Braeburn clutches his head
>"Oh sweet Celestia...ah ain't never been drunk under the table like that."
>"You gotta learn some self control," you declare. "Why were you drinking so much anyway, you seemed really happy to be here?"
>"Ah am happy here. I love mah family, and-" he clutches his head again and wretches more cider from his belly.
>"Ah'm I'm a damn fool," he sobs
>You look down at him, and tears are beginning to christen his wide green eyes
>Man this is depressing. And weird. You just met the guy.
>"You're not a fool Brailbird" You extend a hand and almost without thinking begin stroking the top of his head like you used to do for your dogs back home, when they would sit next to you
>A small gasp escapes your new compadre as you drunkenly dig your fingers through his mane
>You lean back and sigh at the moon, your face burning hot from the alcohol. The world spins beneath your feet, but in a pleasant way, certainly you're enjoying the spinning more than Brae here, who vomits a second time
>"Anon?" Applejack calls you in from the house
>You leave Braeburn outside, head hanging off the porch
>She's looking at you rather distraught
>"We are soooo sorry 'bout tonight. We ain't got a clue what's gotten inta him."
>You're confused but happy to be around friends
>"Bradleybuns? He seems like a nice guy! Maybe just likes cider too much!"
>Applejack and Mac both turn to eachother and wince before turning back to you
>"No, we mean, the way he's been...'actin' lately." Mac says
>Acting? Who's acting? You tried acting once. You weren't very good, the instructor always had to remind you of your lines. But you enjoyed doing it
>"Not sure what you guys mean bout that. He's just a little sick right now is all."
>Mac approaches you and places a heavy hoof on your shoulder and leans in close.
>"Anon...we think Brae might be...what's the word they got in the city for them boys? Queer?"
>"He doesn't seem that strange to me" you answer
>Big Mac looks almost sorry for you
>"So, I think I'll be off to bed then, got a full belly I need to sleep off. Up in the morning for work?" You ask
>"'Bout the sleepin' arangements...." Applejack's face twists. "We don't got enough room in the house for all of ya', so we were gon' have a bed in the barn for you 'n brae could have yours, but if you don't want his kind in your bed we understand'"
>"Nonsense!" you declare. You'd rather not spend the night in the barn anyway. "As long as he's done puking I don't mind sharing a bed."
>The family looks like you'd just shot their dog. "You mean that?" AppleBloom asks. "Gonna spend the night witha QUEER?"
>"He's not that strange, why do you guys keep calling him that?"
>"You're strange..." AppleBloom says. The rest of the family departs silently, all off to bed.
>You go to get Braeburn off the porch
>He's already half asleep
>"Hey, Barry" you shake him from his sleep.
>He grumbles something at you and then drifts off again
>"Damnit..." you mutter. You grab him by his back hooves and drag him inside the house. Thankfully your room is on the ground floor and not up the stairs
>The hard part was getting him into your bed, but you manage
>You plop in next to him and scoot a comfortable distance away
>"Gnight BobSear" you whisper into the dark
>Just before the darkness of sleep takes you, you hear his voice
>"A-Anon..." a disembodied voice whispers from the black.
>You grunt in acknowledgement
>"Ah'm sorry for what I did today. It t'ain' right for me to do that...I ain't right..."
>"Whaddya mean?" you sit up on your palms
>Braeburn sighs and tightens the covers around him
>"You're not frum here, not from this family, you wouldn't get it"
>"Try me." You challenge him.
>He's silent for a bit. "F-Folks like me," he starts off. "My family don't take kindly to. And if they knew what I really was-"
>"Say no more" you interrupt him. "I get it."
>"Ya...ya do?" he squeaks.
>"Mhmmm" you grunt. "You're an alcoholic."
reverse the scenario, make the player a mareish stallion and then have them be unaware of what's going on until they're staring down the boner of a stallion who's too horny to care about their actual gender.
boom, game premise.
Still, what kind of game are you imagining?
If it's like a full on platformer could do it in construct2, or if you're thinking of a cyoa there's Twine and a few others. If a dating simulator's more your type, I could do renpy, or were you thinkin' something else?
Glad you're liking it so far. This is fun to write.
>"I ain't no-" He begins in protest, but you shush him.
>"It's alright Bill. I won't tell them. Your secret is safe with me."
>"But it's the TRUTH! I'm not an-"
>"Yeah, my grandfather was an alcoholic too." You cut in. "I know the signs. I know the behaviors. It's not healthy."
>Braeburn tenses up with frustration
>"Fer Celestia's sake anon, listen to me! Quit tellin' me 'bout your pappy! I was TRYAN' ta getcha DRUNK!"
>You stop your re-telling of Grandpa anons downward spiral and stare into where you think Braeburn is.
>"You- you were? Why?"
>Braeburn squirms uncomfortably next to you, you can feel his awkward shifting
>"Cos I'm lonely..." He's shaking next to you. "Because.....because I fancy you's all...."
>"That's....that's why you're trying to get me drunk?!" You're suddenly very angry.
>You can feel him almost jump next to you.
>"Bryce, when I first came here, I had nobody! Nobody! I was lonely too!"
>"P-Please anon, s-stop." He's trying to remove the covers and get out of the bed
>"Being lonely is no reason to turn to alcohol! It can't solve all your problems!"
>He stops halfway out of bed and let's out a relieved sigh, his chest still heaving with anxiety
>"I want to help you." You offer.
>"You jus' did," Braeburn sighs. "G'night anon. Thank you for 'bein you."
>You're not sure what he meant by that
>"You're welcome?" But he doesn't respond, only snuggles up close to you, making you feel vaguely uncomfortable
>Oh well, if this will help
>And so you lay your head against the pillow, trying the rest of the night to delicately worm out of his unconscious embrace
Shall I write a conclusion?
if going for the "try to avoid getting fucked" route platformer or top-down type game would probably be the most likely though a dating sim approach would be different while cyoa is probably one of the safest options.
really I'd rather say go for what's most interesting for you since that's usually a good motivator.
I'm going to try one of those "Auto-runner" sorts of deals, where you jump and duck to avoid obstacles.
Game-Overs will yield a lewd screen, with longer-runs yielding better images.
Main reason why Kurt looks good
why not incorporate a health system? where each obstacle does something lewd to the player and at 0 hp they get too horny to want to run anymore.
glad you're having fun, and sure, conclusions are nice.
You got it boss man
>In the morning you wake up feeling someone's weight on you
>Braeburn had fallen asleep, resting his head on you
>You very slowly work on scraping him off you, and roll out of bed. He doesn't seem to be awake yet, or is sleeping off the alcohol
>You throw on some clothes and make for the kitchen, where breakfast is already made
>"GOOOD mornin' Mac! Applejack!" You cheerfully walk to the table where the others are sitting, a smile across your face.
>They just glance awkwardly between each other.
>"H-How was your night anon?" Applejack probes
>"I didn't sleep too much," you yawn, "but it was pretty nice."
>Applejack nearly spits out her food, Mac and Applebloom both stop chewing and stare at you
>"O-Oh Celestia..." she moans
>You raise an eyebrow. "Feeling alright Applejack?"
>"No-" she excuses herself from the table. "-think I might be sick.." she races off
>"Ah geeze..." you turn to Big Mac, who's eyes are the size of dinner plates right now. "Must have been the cider from last night."
>"Ah don't think it's the cider, Anon..." Big Mac stammers.
>"Hmmm" you sigh thoughtfully, digging at your breakfast. "You know, Terry is a fine fellow, just in a bad place." You stick your tongue out and try to simulate the motions of drinking, but it looks more like you're shaking salt out onto your tongue
>"EEEEYYYUUUPPPPP" Big Mac quickly scoots away from you. "I think I've enough breakfast for tahday!" He heads for the door. "Anon why don't you take Braeburn out to town today, wont that'll be fun?" he calls from the yard
>Sounds fine by you, another day without having to work would do your body some good.
>Brae is still asleep when you shake him awake, already dressed in your signature suit and tie. "C'mon buddy, we're headin' into town today."
>He sits up slowly. "We are...?"
>"C'mon slowpony" you're already out the door, he quickly catches up with you as the two of you make for town, side by side.
definitely adorable, thanks for sharing that with us anon.
But that's that's because i'm not a homosexual
i will admit that is the face of a man who has many questions about the current situation.
One question is why I'm here
Good for you
I'm just looking for Bubble Berry anon.
Why are you here?
mares are overdone and all ponies are cute so just enjoying the faggy cuteness while trying to work around some writer's block.
>replace the word animals with humans
Same thing happens
Alright, got a working alpha.
Let me know what you think:
looks pretty promising sides from just the little bit I played of it you might wanna watch out for the game rarely generating pits that are so wide that it's impossible to jump them at all.
as for suggestions, maybe start out with no visible wall of stallions but if you get "distracted" from running too much it creeps a bit, so that consecutive obstacle fails make you open to losing a ton of health from the wall, but if that's not possible it's fine as-is.
as for the platforming, maybe add some pegasi in the air? I know you said it was the mild west but some air hazards
probably a bit later in once the player is used to the ground pones and pitscould mix it up and make it harder to keep dodging.
I have a parameter for how wide the pits are- they're never more than you can jump.
I can definitely work with the "wall of stallions" animation- They can creep up or move back depending on certain events, so we'll see where that goes!
And pegasi sound like a great idea! I can totally have them placed in the air pretty easily.
For the most part it's creating the art assets that take the most time, not to mention that I plan to have multiple game over screens depending on who gets you/where you land/what your score is.
That being said, it's a pretty good start!
some questions on obstacles: are you planning on obstacle pones just being static or having some move around a little? and will you just pass by them without losing speed at the cost of health or will they get to have a little fun and slow you down?
That would be definitely doable!
I mean, this was just a small excercise to see if I could make a game that quickly, but if I were to continue, I'd animate everything!
Granted, when they hit you, they don't exactly have much time to do much before they're off screen, so if you were thinking an animation where they do some
lewd shenanigans, I'm not sure how that would go.
Also, I do have to hand-draw all the animation frames, which takes up a lot of time, so maybe I'll stick with Idle animations for them, and if I have time I can add some sort of secondary.
I guess if you wanna keep their hindrance simple you could make the "default" obstacle just a stallion jerking himself off in a short animation loop and if you bump into him he cums
possibly on the playerand the player gets a small "flustered" condition that slows them for a short moment in addition to the health hit.
another idea, little icon in the corner next to health that gets more and more embarrassed and aroused as health drops.
Oh, definitely doable! I can definitely do both of those!
Nice call on the health icon- I didn't think of that one
Not to mention that there could be health packs and items that give temporary invincibility, as well as anti-packs that perhaps speed up the game, making it difficult for the player to dodge things.
Of course, these are just ideas; I do have occasional trouble deciding what those elements would be/how they would make sense.
If anyone has any ideas for game elements, let me know!
if you wanna be really cruel make the invincibility item a condom and an item that takes health away be a used condom, sort of a poison mushroom mechanic wise.
as for healing, zap apple or zap apple jam seems fitting possibly both with the second being either a full heal or a heal plus a buff.
for a good power up, maybe some form of double jump? probably doesn't work too well unless the player pone is a skyhorse though, but a pegasus player could also mean adding cloud platforms to help with long jumps
or trick the player into jumping into the waiting arms of a horny pegasus.
as for fun "bad" power ups,
rocket skates- makes you move even faster, good for getting away from the wall of lust but bad for everything else except maybe making jumping really wide pits easier.
gay porno mag- distracts and confuses the poor runner horse making items look like obstacles.
blinders/blindfold- makes gaps look like solid ground for a short bit
don't use if you plan on pits being insta death.
ball and chain- the opposite of the rocket skates slows you down and makes pits worse for a bit.
Good suggestions! I'm keeping them written down for the future.
I do have a number of effects that warp the screen, so perhaps having an item being some sort of pheramone-heightener, warping the screen/colors and making navigating harder
a pheromone booster might also make an interesting "clutch or cum" item if you make it double damage taken for a short while, probably not a frequent item though, but enough to make things interesting.
Although an item like that should have a positive effect; it'd be nice to have a tradeoff.
The act of resisting orgasm itself is a huge kink of mine, so I'm sure I'll have an easy enough time working with this sort of goal
somewhere in the middle, not too manly not too girly, just a stallion who has their cutesy moments and such but isn't overboard with it.
I guess you could make it also give the player longer positive duration or stronger positive benefits in return for shortening their "willpower" involving stallions.
well like it'd make the bonuses of a good item doubled either in duration or power but it wouldn't boost healing items, or if you want make it a challenge item, while it's in effect and doubling your damage taken it slowly ticks up your will's cap ammount so that the longer you go without damage the more health you'll have to work with but taking the damage either locks the cap or makes it stop going up for a bit.
also as a fun silly thought, either a very rare item or alternatively secret mode called "hair trigger" that sets will to 1 but gives 100 "loads" to play with. pic very much related.
I guess just because panties hug the goods close and leave little to the imagination.
but boxers are comfy and easy to wear
sadly there's not much but I'll try to give what I have in that department.
Your horsebando admits to being a macro/microfag
Do you leave him for a normie horsebando?
Anon waking up in a giant nap pile of stallions green when?
>I am inspired: Oblivious Anon
I like the way you think and read