Hey Anons, let's have a Saturday night Vocaroo thread.
If you have a microphone, ask for a request. I'm sure the wonderful people of /mlp/ have plenty of things for you to say.
Honestly, I just make these threads so that I can have my stories read to me. Anything interesting that could happen here is completely incidental.
If you are willing to take the plunge, then I'd appreciate a reading of this...
...cant say I've atcually fapped to this one. I delete my bookmarks often, so this is just the first one I could find.
I kindly request that you kill yourselves
No Pain, No Gain
"Confidence". Rainbow Dash took a deep breath, prepping herself to step into the gym. Nopony'd seen her step from the locker room, naked as naked got, but that'd change pretty soon. She took a peek through the glass panes—just to count. A couple dozen mares and stallions. Most of them regulars. Most of them who'd notice the instant she stepped through the doors.
Oh yeah, that'd change real soon.
"That's right, partner", Applejack had told her, grin wider than the brim of her hat. "A whole workout. Butt-fuckin' naked".
"Butt-fucking naked, Really"? All right, so Applejack could toss horseshoes better than she could. Maybe they'd bet on pretty much anything the winner wanted. And maybe Applejack just really wanted to see her naked…
But she didn't have to rub it in.
"Confidence". That was the trick. She just had to keep cool, even though, in a minute or two, every gym rat in Ponyville was going to see her incredible naked body. Her… she looked down. Okay, yeah, her incredible naked body.
She gave her perky blue tits a quick squeeze, biting her lip as a jolt ran down her spine. She thumped her abs—stronger than steel, and ten times as hot. And her ass? Mistaken once for a jackhammer when she'd hip-checked a wall? Well, what could she say? She worked her glutes.
"Yeah". She clapped her hands together. "Confidence".
"Party's here!" Dash announced, throwing the gym doors wide open. Every neck—and more than a couple erections—turned straight toward her. She played it cool: chest out, wings flexed, couple nods toward her usual workout partners. She tried not to notice all the explosions, 'cause yeah, she was blowing a few minds. "
AJ, eat your heart out". Calm before the storm. The whole gym fell silent as she strode over to the stretching mats. Of course she had to get limber. The cool gym air felt delicious against her nipples, and the rest of her was pumped as ever. Her muscles didn't care much about lost bets or public nudity.
They wanted a workout, and that's what she'd give 'em.
And, heck, she'd give the guys a little show to boot. All part of the bet, obviously. She was doing it because AJ'd won. Not because she enjoyed messing with them… that much.
The gym revved back into motion as she got to work on her stretches. Arms, legs, wings, and so on. Just enough to get her limber and loose. She could see the muscles rippling beneath her skin, and she could definitely feel the kinks popping. Flying around all the time was a stressful business. Tense, stress, spring, and fly on demand. Constantly. The sensation of unwinding after a week of zipping around felt electric on its own, and without clothes on—she almost didn't want to admit it, but it felt even better without clothes to keep her wrapped up. Sexy, even. Just her and that wonderfully brisk gym atmosphere, and everyone else.
She turned around bent over for toe-touches, tail kept teasingly over the naughtiest bits. A little swivel on the hips between every rep. Not enough to expose anything too much, but plenty enough to make a man dream. She could barely help but snicker a bit at the upset she was causing. The mares were staring intently at every direction but hers, and the guys were being guys: all eyes on the prize. Most of them weren't doing a great job of hiding the tent in their gym shorts. Poor Caramel was still trying to pedal on the cycling machine. Not likely, buddy.
Thunderlane was the first to challenge. "So, uh… R-Rainbow Dash!" he stuttered, interrupting her chest-stretches. "Y-you know that, uh, w-well I mean… Y'know?"
"Know what?" asked Dash, turning toward Thunderlane. She resumed chest-stretches. Arms back, pecs forward. Not to mention all the meat on them. She could almost hear Thunderlane's eyes pop.
"N-naked," he squeaked. "Y-you're… naked."
(Such a fucking great concept for a green, sorry its been bogged down a little.)
Thanks for the effort man, but that request really was tailored made for the femanon. Honestly I could see tons of request that would be great for you, but I'd steer clear of this one...
but then again it is a free county
Well that btfo out of my expectations for a fic like this.
Truly A material.
Part 2+Blooper in which I get all the way to the end and mess up the same line I kept messing up in all the first ten recordings and subsequently ragequit: http://vocaroo.com/i/s18VaIxpK5ws
Oh good! Thanks. It's a lot easier to get into than the first request. I'm going to stop here though, I've got to get some sleep. I'm sorry for botching Part 2 and I'll keep the story bookmarked if I'm able to continue it properly later!
Let me just come out and say it. I sound like a mentally retarded Smeagol, I'd offer a preview but its 2 in the fucking morning and I don't really want to do it if I don't have to. Give me some good ass shit and I'll consider it.
I honestly fucking tried, lost my shit at "purp drank". Plus after listening over the final product it sounds shittier than what I had imagined it to be. I really want to survive through this shit post of a story and successfully record something that doesn't sound like pure autistic shit. Don't get me wrong it will be autistic shit, just not purely autistic. I should have it by tomorrow evening, sorry to procrastinate on it but like I said I don't want it to be wasted to complete shit.
This thread is back!
And I discovers this just when I must leave...
Damn, please don't die little thread!
Read this one all of the way through, if its not too much to re-record.