>"I only fucked you because I like you"
>She misunderstands you and freaks out
>The first words out of your mouth are "What, are you retarded?"
Good going, Anon. Good going.
All this thread is doing is reminding me of that one green where Anon becomes the caretaker of a legitimately retarded Derpy and it ends up playing host to what is probably one of /mlp/'s most uncomfortable sex scenes.
I mean I only slept with is because better horse is angry with me.
It was ten below zero and I was going into hypothermia thanks to Rainbow Dash's instant winter!
It was cuddle or die, and Anon is no man to die for wont of cuddles! Seriously, we're NOT HORSEMARRIED!
>Derpy goes googly eyed while you're fucking her
Okay, I did NOT read this one. I was talking about the one where he had to "clean her inside," and she went completely emotionless compared to five minutes ago when she was playing with the bath toys.
...Well, that sounds amazingly uncomfortable to read about.
but what are here for?
we need to push the boundaries of what is considered acceptable in the name of new experiences in the literature field
in the thread with the one where anon wanted to drown treehugger, we saw the world through the eyes of a sociopathic aquaphile
now we can see into the mind of a pedophile who has a thing for the mentally handycapped
you may ask why?
why would we want that?
for progress and for new experiences
we dont want to stagnate
so i ask the people of /mlp/ - find that cap! for freedom of expression! for psychological studies! for
It was a cute enough story at first. In a naive attempt to confirm her friendship with her previous abusive caretaker, she accidentally informs him of a huge pile of cash her mother had saved up for her in the event of an emergency. He fucks off to Canterlot with the cash, gets caught after Anon finds out and informs Twilight of the theft, and it turns out he pissed it all away gambling.
Later on, Twilight tells him literally every pony in town finds him completely unfuckable and tells him to go for Derpy since she is considered equally unfuckable due to her retardation.
Anon discusses the different kinds of love with Derpy, tells her he loves her like a parent, not like a lover. She doesn't get it. Simple mind thinks love is love, pitches a huge retard fit. Anon only manages to shut her up by saying he loves her, decides it's easier to just go along with it.
I'm probably omitting some details, but fuck everything about that green after that point.
On the one hand, I'm somewhat curious.
On the other hand, I'm somewhat...not disturbed, but something kind of like it.
It's amazing how quickly it turns from a well-constructed story with Derpy behaving exactly like one might expect from someone with severe mental retardation, into Anon talking her into sitting on his face while he fantasizes about ravaging her ponut.
There is a certain level of quality required from all the users of this site and if you are unable to meet these requirements then I am afraid I am going to have to ask you to leave
Oh this thing. My feels are not prepared.
>"Do you know the names of the colts that have been stealing your mail?"
>"Yes, two of them told me their names."
>"One of them is called Imar Itard, and the other one's name is Iluvcok Inmaias."
Just to clarify things, she gets into a fit and then Anon afterwards talks with her about love.
In my mind Anon is emotionally repressed at first and then starts to listen to his feelings, but I probably didn't get that across properly.
I probably should have had Anon have some lewd thoughts about Derpy previous to that so it's more clear.
I'm definitely projecting my own outlook on life into my writing, which is that to me relationships do not have this great significance that others perceive them to have.
I strongly reject the notion of the 'perfect match'; I think you can become happy with almost anyone.
To me relationships function pretty much like friendships: You're presented with a bunch of individuals and decide which ones you like best.
I wanted to write a story where Anon deludes himself into thinking that he found the perfect match when in reality it's more of a thing of convenience.
In retrospect I wrote the sex scene to be more lustful than I usually intended, probably because my perception was skewed by my own lust.
I want to eventually revise the story, but I don't know whether I'll ever find the time and motivation to do it.
That's only the first half so far. Here's the next part.
writfag updated a few weeks ago.
It's nice to see a variation where Anon isn't the picture of /fit/. I applaud those willing to work towards their own physical well being, but it gets tiresome after awhile to see the same shit over and over in greens.
Now I need a fic about Anon choking Fluttershy until she faints.
As a fetish, until the inevitable "accident" happens.
"Choke me with a dead rabbit, Anon!"
Reminds me of the one where Anon accidentally rips off Twilight's tail during sex. After the incident Twi becomes more and more obsessed with the idea of dying as a means of sexual release. She wants anon to torture her to death, rip her skin off, etc. The story just keeps spiraling out of control.
Really I'm just surprised you've still been periodically active since at least mid-2014 and still written nothing new. You've clearly got a talent for writing things that are simultaneously heartwarming and uncomfortable.