You let it die ya fags.
GSW finished his story but the other Anon didn't and the thread died. There was anal and femdom and stopping for gas. It was fuckin sick you should a been there. Anyway.
>"Hey anon, you're up late"
>making another thread for unreliable
It's an interesting read so far, but really?
From his own pastebin
"It's entirely possible that I may drop a story at any time for months on end. I chose the name UnreliableAnon because when it comes to writing I am, as the name implies, very unreliable."
Probably best to let him make his own thread when he decides to post again.
I hope the story ends with the truth getting out, Anon at the mercy of Chrysalis and Sunset starting a new, happy relationship - she and Flash could give it another chance and perhaps they could actually be happy.
That or Sunset killing the them all.
>Sunset has a cuckquean fetish
>finds out about Anon cheating on her
>asks if she can watch
she hates cuckoldry with a passion and kills any of the girls cheating on him
>Pulling off the main road, you take a turn into the slightly more scenic residential district that your friend called home.
>When you were both younger she had lived directly across the street from you, being part of the reason for you becoming acquainted in the first place, but a couple of years ago she and her dad had moved house when he had gotten a new job.
>Their new place wasn't so far away from your own, though when she had first told you that they were moving it had seemed like the other side of the world.
>You weren't ashamed to admit that the thought of not getting to see her anymore had deeply upset you.
>She was your oldest and dearest friend after all.
>Sure there were other kids of your age in the neighbourhood in which you lived, but none of them got you in the way Chryssie did.
>You remember playing 'war' with her in the woods behind your houses, throwing chestnut husks at one another and and fighting with sticks until one of you inevitably ended up with skinned knuckles or a black eye.
>It was all in good fun though.
>You also remember playfully fighting and wrestling with her over who got to have first go on that crappy tire swing you'd built together.
>That piece of shit had lasted all of about five minutes before the branch it was suspended from snapped and sent you tumbling head over heels down that muddy hill and into a pile of rotten and decaying leaves.
>You can't help but chuckle at the memory of Chryssie running over to you, knelling down beside you and asking 'are you dead?' with genuine concern.
>Then you'd started getting older.
>Pretty soon you'd stopped playing such childish games and had to start growing up.
>You remember the first time you'd seen her wearing makeup and foolishly teased her about how it looked.
>Rubbing your shoulder and sighing wistfully, you even remember the punch she'd given you with fondness.
>Turning your mind back, you recall the alley between the two houses at the end of the street in which she'd first kissed you.
>It was nothing more than a peck on the cheek, but it had been enough to make you blush and stutter like an idiot at the time.
>Where once the two of you had fought and played innocently, now there was a certain tension whenever you were with her.
>Neither of you mentioned it, but you both could both feel it.
>It was always there, lingering, making the seem air thick and stifling and even the briefest of glances seem awkward.
>Then had come the day when the two of you had finally given into those raging teenage hormones and...
>You cough, breaking the silence that had settled over the car.
"So hey, I know I said I'd make you walk if you made a mess, but seeing as we're so close to your house I suppose I may as well drive you the rest of the way."
>Behind you, Chrysalis snorts.
>"My hero," she mocks as she stares out the window.
>Yeah, you guess she was still pissed at you.
>You weren't even all that sure why.
>She was never one to get embarrassed about anything, and that's why you'd decided to make the joke about her having a vibrator stashed away in the first place.
>Hell, if it had just been the two of you together then she'd have probably decided to tease you back.
>She'd have said something like, 'does the thought of me using it turn you on, pervert?'
>Either that or, 'well I need something to satisfy me since you're so incapable, limp dick.'
>Yeah, that sounded like something she'd say.
>That meant that it was because you said it in front of Sunset.
>How were you to know she'd get so pissed?
>You thought girls were really open with one another about that sort of thing, always talking about boys and how their periods were going and... stuff.
>Okay, maybe not quite like that, but you were still pretty sure what you'd said hadn't warranted a donkey punch and boot to the spine.
>Not to mention having such a mess made in your car.
>You look at the Skittles scattered across the dashboard and hope that none had found their way into the air fans.
>The last thing you needed was the inside of your baby smelling like melted chocolate.
I'm not used to writing on demand. I usually just bash out a few lines now and then when the mood takes me, so I'm not sure how much green I can shit out on a daily basis.
>"Ready to go shoot some targets together?"
>"I'm so happy Buds Gun Shop™ was nice enough to give us ammo"
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Try harder, please.
Really, if a prompt is drawing multiple stories then it's no big deal if it becomes its own "general." On the other hand, something that isn't gaining a lot of traction that people still like could probably be relocated to the actual general.
Man, look at all this.
More people look down on Fingerbang these days than they used to, and I'm really perplexed as to why.
That thread came to be in order to bring together the growing number of people who wanted to write human-based prompts, because they were being shouted down by people who wanted this board to remain pony focused. A containment thread on a containment board, as it were. And so people started writing there, where people shared an interest with them. It has become less active as people became more willing to put up with all of the material that gets posted here and threads like this one got attacked less and less.
Prompt threads and the generals are both respectable kinds of threads. Asking a prompt to move to the general isn't as necessary as it used to be, but it also isn't unreasonable because it reduces board clutter.
>tl;dr What the fuck is this spite?
Guys, this is me >>26066265
There's no point keeping a thread alive just for my story unless other people are writing too. I've been really busy over the last few days and haven't really gotten around to typing anything.
I called myself "unreliable" for a reason.
If this thread dies and I decide to keep the story going, I'll probably just dump it in the Fingerbang general.
EGQ Chrissy looks smexy as fug but
10/10 taste throughout this entire thread
Reminder that having the desire to cheat on any waifu makes you not only worse than Hitler, but undeserving of ever experiencing true love or sexual pleasure
>implying sunsets my waifu and not chrissy
IT WAS ALL A RUSE