RGRE: Reversed Gender Roles Equestria

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>>30039507
>https://docs.google.com/document/d/1b1jASUKcbpyp6u1nk0d8m8m_toNwUGSlesl7F1IPa4o/edit#heading=h.lo64gd9lo8lv
Ayy, it works.

Good job, you're not incompetent.

>>30039507
>https://docs.google.com/document/d/1b1jASUKcbpyp6u1nk0d8m8m_toNwUGSlesl7F1IPa4o/edit#heading=h.lo64gd9lo8l
>Sorry, the file you have requested does not exist.
h,

>>30039507
These threads need to be far more RGRE.

I've noticed that the mares depicted in these stories etc. are all still too girly. It's not immersive enough.
I want to see Anon's interactions with a hypermasculine she-mare. A cigar chomping, guns akimbo Duke Nukem mare. A hard fightin, hard fartin, ugly ugly sonovabitch.

>>30039507
>That image
>Someone using my fucking edit

>>30039520

The problem might be on your end, then, since I and >>30039518 seem to be fine viewing it, and all the other links are functioning. The only other thing I could say is that GDOC might be acting funny.

That's assuming you aren't the idiot flooding the board with purposely broken OPs.

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>>30039537
The only one more glorious than pic related desu senpai

>>30039532
I want to be catcalled by grizzled construction mares while walking down the street.

>>30039643
I want to slap a grizzle construction mare who was catcalling me on the ass.

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>>30039709
>tfw when you never surprise hardhat poners wolf whistling you on the sidewalk by being feisty in return and flirting back

why live

>>30039507
Okay, why are there four fucking RGRE threads up? Maybe I'll start my own and join the competition.

>>30039742
Someone turned the autism up to 11 after the current OP decided to make a thread that wasn't terrible. Apparently someone WAS breaking the links on purpose to troll or possibly turn away people interested in the general. It should be fixed now, just don't go into threads that don't have functioning links after this one and all should be well.

So many half-assed wannabe RGRE threads.
Sweet Celestia, it took a while to find the right one.

>>30039520
You're missing the v at the very end of the link

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>>30039794
100 shekels says it's the samefagging faggot that wants gay stories but keeps getting kicked out

>>30039859
kek that fag keeps getting shit on in just about every general

he just wont stop

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>>30039844
It's the person shitposting RGRE threads and breaking the previous ones. They used the same broken link and everything.

>>30039859
>>30039880
Who knows, it's whatever now, anyways. Just keep calm and talk about sexist horses I guess. And be on the lookout for flooding/page number so any more enterprising autists don't 404 our ass.

>>30039794
If my autistic anger got someone to finally fix the OP, then I don't care if I'm labeled as such. Now we (hopefully) won't have to deal with any more broken links.

Sorry for the obvious question but I just want to be clear. This thread has working links so do we make this the official thread?

>>30039905
Naw, it's not unreasonable at all. One messed up thread isn't the end of the world, but having it happen consistently isn't okay. We just so happened to smoke out a turbonerd in the process of fixing the problem.

>>30039825
THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE

>>30039929
Think the decision has already been made. The spam threads have less than 5 posts, and the previous one has less than we do now. That's not even mentioning the broken links. Not much need to go anywhere else now.

bi-weekly JAGOG-onset-depression reminder
>tfw when frosty is ded

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>>30039960
>tfw Frosty is kill
>tfw Apa is ded
>tfw Ephemeral is rip

>>30039997
APA can still be found over on the Incest thread. But seems to be ded here...

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>You are Princess Luna, formal ruler of the night and all things related
>It has been 3 cycles of the full moon tonight since you first met Anonymous S. Incognito
>He is a simple creature, amused by the simplest things, but you feel there is something more to him
>He spends the nights awake with you, he's never seen magic before
>When you first showed him you could move the moon itself he thought you were some deity
>Technically, he wasn't wrong, but how he grovelled at your hooves got you some nasty looks from the guards
>It was well-known that you held extremely conservative views on the place of stallions in the home and it was assumed you were a husband-beater because of it
>Tonight was a cool autumn night, several constellations were visible even through the bright full moon
>Anonymous sat next to you on the balcony, he was silent as usual
"Anonymous, where do you hail from?"
>He looked at you puzzled
>"What is your reason for asking?"
"I've known you for three moons, yet I've never heard your tale. I figure it a courtesy to get to know you."
>"I come from Anatolia."
"What was your life like during your childhood?"
>"I'd rather not share."
"If it is a painful story you hold, you may share it with me, it will remain entrenched in secrecy between only you and I."
>"I was born in Dorylaeum to an impoverished family, a long line of slaves or peasants."
>You keep quiet so he'll continue
>"During my childhood I lived and worked on the farm with my father and mother, my younger sister was too small to work at the time but would soon learn household tasks."
>Anonymous looked up into the star for a minute
>"If there was ever a shortage of food, guards would raid our farmland. My younger sister didn't survive through the famines. My mother became bedridden and died soon after."
>Anonymous looked back down over Canterlot at night
>"My father and I tended the farm to the best of our abilities, and shortly after I reached manhood Dorylaeum was sieged by Crusaders."

>>30040166
what a depressing childhood

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>>30040166
>"My father was killed in the siege by one of the many arrows raining from the attack. But in the end I was freed from serfdom and joined the templars."
>Why in the world would a colt like him have gone through any of that? It seemed absurd
>"And from the time I was freed, until the time I found myself in this land, I fought. I served the lord for sending his Crusaders to liberate me in Dorylaeum. At first I battled in the rags I wore with a stolen blade, standing among others like me."
>Anonymous turned his head away from you, looking back at the door to the balcony
>"But I survived long enough to take Byzantine sword from a corpse. I pieced together my own armor taken from the fallen. Each piece tells a tale of mortal struggle."
>Anon looked back to you
>"But now, I sit on the balcony and guard my only friend in this strange land." he said
"Guard? I assure you, I need no protection." you smile
>"A fair maiden such as yourself seems lost in this world, much as myself. It is well known you were gone for a millenia, this land has likely changed since then, has it not?"
"A great deal, everyday I learn some new fact of the times, the ponies see me as an antique forgotten in time."
>"I understand. I pay little attention to the ponies myself, they speak in alien tongues to me. The purple one, she scares me."
"The princess Twilight? She's a student of my sister, there is nothing to be feared."
>"From what I know, she has access to the loftiest realms of magic, now that she has ascended to alicorndom. I fear any magic as I am helpless against such forces. She stands to the gods of my realm, no army of men would stand to her."
"You do not fear me, do you?"
>"To my core, I am terrified of the day I cross you and must face your might." Anon looked resolute
"You have nothing to fear, Anonymous."
>"I should hope so, you are millenia old, and have had time to grow wise beyond times. The princess Twilight is young and reckless, I see in her eyes the fires of hell."

>>30040166
Wait a fucking second
You've got a templar image
Yet Dorylaeum was ruled by the Turks
Is this the opposite of Crusader Anon?

>>30040134
Ephemeral is also alive but on a different thread.

>>30040337
Byzantine Orthodox anon

not really a turk

>>30040327
>I see in her eyes the fires of hell
Satan Sparkle at it again.

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>>30040327
"Hell? What is that?"
>"It is the eternal resting place for the cruel, the unvirtuous souls, those who refused the lord's love. It is a pit of flames into which those unfortunate are cast to suffer beyond time."
"You mean Tartarus? That sounds awfully like it."
>Anonymous froze up and hung his head
>"With each passing day I become more fearful of this strange land. I fear I am lost beyond even the lord's sight in a land of fantastic gods of old."
>You stand a little closer to Anonymous and rest your chin on his shoulder
"Perhaps it will be I who guards you."
>"I wish it were not so, but I think I would be of little aid in guarding you."
"Is it not a mare's duty to be the protector of the household?"
>"You have such foreign traditions, princess."
"In this land it is customary. If on the condition that the princess Twilight poses a danger to you, I will guard you."
>"Thank you for your kindnesses, princess. May I ask, where do you hail from?"
"Me? You'd really like to know?"
>"I shared my tale, it would only be fair if I heard yours."

More green, MORE.
>Be Twilight Sparkle, the straight-arrow loser who always gets stuck playing foalsitter during happy hour
>Orange soda is great and all, but you can't help but feel like you'd be much happier with whatever Rainbow Dash was chugging right now
>Miraculously, she'd roped both Anon and Fluttershy into a game of drink
>Even more miraculously, the shy mare has been keeping pace with both of them quite competently
>You might be happier about her putting herself out there and taking more risks if you didn't know that this was going to end badly, probably with lots of visible stomach acid
>Of course, things are still tense and uncomfortable in the now, primarily because of their third drinking mate
>It's always worrying when he gets so tipsy, largely because of how he has a tendency to, well...
>Hold the kind of conversations he's holding now
>"You don't even know, you think you know, but you don't even know."
>He's slurring already, and his upper body is slumped over the bar table in front of him
>"I would bang the bottom out of you, little pony. I would do it right here in front of everybody."
>Fluttershy can only flush and stutter through her words at his bold declarations, fiddling with the shot glass in between her hooves
>"Aww, u-uh, that's... nooo, you don't really mean that." she mumbles bashfully
>"Mmm-mmm," the human hums in disagreement as he quickly puts away another drink, "you're really cute, and worse yet, you're the kinda' cute that doesn't know they're cute. Thats soooo... good. I would, I would, like..."
>He pauses to think of a proper term
>"Ruin you."
>The drink has made her much stronger to this kind of assault, but you know it's only a matter of time before she hits the ground
"Hey guys! You doing okay? Need to go to the bathroom or anything?" you say over the music
>"WHAT!?" Dash replies, swinging her head to face you in such a wide arc that she nearly hits you with it

>>30040490
>"Oh shit, yeah, I actually do..." Anon says, slipping off his pony-sized barstool and onto his wobbly legs
>"Fuuuuuuck, aiming's gonna be mu-murder..." he says, swaying closer toward the bathroom before stopping and turning toward you.
>"Oh, Twilight."
>The human reaches behind himself, clearly moving to grab his purse
>"I need to use it, could you hold my, uh..." he trails off, and you're already nodding.
"Of course, Anon," you say kindly, reaching a hoof out, "I'd be fine with holding your-"
>"Cock?" he finishes, and you notice that the hand behind him remains there, but his other hand has drifted subtly in front of his groin.
>Your mouth snaps shut and the heat in your face flares.
"W-W..."
>"Oooooo, changed my mind! Gatta be quicker than that!" Anon exclaims, wobbling away to the restroom.
>Rainbow Dash, her mind only now catching up with the joke, begins to choke on the peanuts in her mouth in an effort to grind out some laughter at your expense
>It's at about this time that, having been out of your direct supervision for more than five seconds, Fluttershy fully leans out of her barstool and hits the ground, out cold from the combo of the impact and the drink rushing through her veins
>Anon doesn't even make it to the bathroom >Those two slimeballs from the other side of the bar that had been eyeing him all night after his lewd talk had taken advantage of the few seconds you'd just spent lifting Flutters off of the ground to hone in on their prey
>Anon is laughing, smiling, not a care in the world
>Saturdays are hell

>>30040166
>husband-beater

Gotta kek outa me

>>30040505
No cock holding?

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>>30040434
This is lovely so far.

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>>30040505
>having a conversation, with fluttershy, going into great detail over how he'd fuck her so hard he'd ruin her
This is something I would like to do. A lot.

>>30032881
Continued from Line 120 of https://pastebin.com/6JeriyN3

Here's a quick two-post update.

>From your right, a blade comes down on the extended arm, cutting the forearm off the rest of its body.
>You watch as it drops to your hooves, its fingers slowly curling into its palm, as what little life that was left in it dissipates completely.
>The unknown assailant swings his weapon upwards, cutting deep into the monster's chest.
>Blood sprays from the deep gash, coating the blade and the ground in a dark crimson.
>Ignoring the blood he's covered in, the attacker begins to swing away wildly at the monster.
>You can make out subtle techniques in the frenzy of cuts.
>He twists his lower body with every hit and stretches his torso in the direction he swings his blade.
>As the assault continues, the cuts on the creature can longer be discerned from one another.
>The monster limps over on his back, joining its arm on the floor.
>Panting heavily, the blade wielder turns towards you.
>"Princess Luna?"
>It takes you a moment to recognize the familiar facial features behind the layer of blood and filth of the speaker.
>Staring back at you was the human Anonymous, dressed in a black hood, suit, white undershirt and trousers.
>In one hand he grips the weapon he used slay the creature.
>A long wood piece, bound to its end was a thick, sharp piece of metal that curves backwards into the wooden handle.
>"What are you doing here? Are you hurt?"
>You only stare back incredulously.
>This stallion had just unrelentingly and purposefully killed something right in front of you.
>He wasn't whining about the dangerous weapon in his hands, or the ruined clothes he was wearing.
>He was instead concerned about your well-being.

>>30041223
>A oddly tranquil set of eyes stare back at you, awaiting your response.
>You realize that you stayed in complete silence, ignoring his questions.
"Um, we..."
>He cuts you off and points the ground at your hooves.
>"Before you say anything, move somewhere else before your hooves are going to be standing in blood."
>You look down at your hooves and see that blood seeping from the detached arm was starting to form an expanding red puddle.
>Reactively jerking back, you pull away from the sight.
>Anonymous kicks the arm away, as if it was a hoofball.
>You watch as it rolls under the carriage wreckage, disappearing.
>A tiny trail of red is left behind in its path.
>"Right then, what were you going to say?"
>You gather your composure and clear your throat.
"We're fine Anonymous, but you are the one who seems to be in worse condition," you point at the stains on his attire.
>He holds a hand up.
>"Thank you, I'm actually feeling fine. I would actually like to know why you are here, Princess."
>There's your cue.

>>30041232
ITS BEGINS

>>30041232
oh sweet

>>30041232
Nice. Thanks for the update and I'm looking forward to seeing where you're taking us.

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>>30041232
I really like this story so far. I'm interested in where you take it.

>>30041232
more right? I know 4chan is fucking up but dying inside.

>>30041675
>Here's a quick two-post update.

>>30041693
Kek, green is all I read

>>30034535
>reasonably attractive
Thanks for ruining the self insert potential for me

>>30042118
>Low maintenance, doesn't care when they do gross shit, into some of the same stuff they are and doesn't smell too bad for a sweaty, acne-ridden neckbeard
better?

>>30042330
>doesn't smell too bad for a sweaty, acne-ridden neckbeard
WHY IS HE STILL SO PERFECT?
HOW CAN HE NOT SMELL BAD?

>>30042330
A-thankyu

>>30042344
Kek

>10

CLEAR!

>>30041626
"oh, yeah. I got the 'Zippo' option added to my gauntlet. Here, watch."

bump 10

>>30043107
Thanks Anon. I was just checking in myself. Glad to see there's at least one other Anon keeping an eye on the thread.

>>30043122
I wouldn't be too worried, apparently writefags cant post their stories anywhere at the moment.

>>30043156
Can confirm. Am very angery.

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>>30043222
trips of truth.
RooRooRoo is very angery.

>>30040505
Kek'd hard. Nice one-shot.

>>30043156
>>30043222
Really? Odd and infuriating. WTF is going on?

>>30039997
I think that of all the shorts in this thread, the one Frosty made of Anon and Fem discussing how things are different for them still gives me the best "Human(s) in RGRE seeing the differences between worlds and reacting" vibe.
https://pastebin.com/Mj3HUW0G

>>30043222
Hey TripRoo and writefags et. al, someAnon in another thread says posting more than four lines of green is working again. I haven't tried it myself yet though.

Come on guys, I was being autistic on purpose.

@30043981
Ignore this faggot, not going to give him any (You)s

>>30043981
>>30043993
(You)

>>30043981
>>30043993
>>30044104
Ignore these faggots, not going to give them any (You)s

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>>30043981
>>30043993
>>30044104
>>30044120
Have a you, goy.

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>>30040434
More please

>Sexist mares
>Gentle Colts
>Triggered nerds
>not RGRE enough

>>30043981
If you're posting here there's no need to clarify autism. It's painfully understood here

>>30044412
What would an autistic anon be treated like in Equestria?

>>30044743
....you mean literally any Anon ever, or some specific flavor of it?

>>30044865
Ouch.
Try specific flavor I guess.

>>30040434
Keep going, this is good.

>>30044875
Sorry for the feels on that one, but I assume it might turn out a little like Moondancer Meeting a new best friend...that she could fuck. But feels insecure without her sweater.

Brumping before bedtime.

>>30043934
Sharing an update from another thread. It seems to be a problem with 4ChanX and something about solving an extra captcha. Using the original form at the top of the thread works.

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h-hello

Anyone able to help? Just got a new computer and I want to set notepad ++ up to work like 4chan green text on yotsuba b board when I use it as a language.

A thread or so ago people were interested in luna going into anons dreams, I have ideas for that but only ever got one part done before interest left and was directed elsewhere.

"Tia, you just don't get it"
>You look into your glass, take a swig
"I may be able to perform surgery on human genitalia better then the doctors"
>Celestia laughs at this
>"Surely it cant be as bad as you are making it out to be"
>You down the rest of your glass
"Sister, he sat in a chair, for the better part of 2 days elapsed in this dream, and just looked at pornography"
>"Unf"
"Tia, almost everything they looked at was what I believe are females on females"
>"Cool, so, how do human females mate?"
>Fucking really, she is asking this
>You just grab your bottle and drink it stright now
>Fucking higher metabolism makes getting drunk hard
"HOW THE FUCK CAN YOU ASK THAT?"
>"Luna, sorry but you may have been locked away for 1000 years, but I wasn't. You live long enough, you get bored and want to try everything at least once."
>You don't want to know
>"Low and behold, a tongue lasts longer then 10 seconds"
>YOU DON'T WANT TO KN... wait longer then 10 seconds?
>"Now you're getting it"
"ANYWAY, that wasn't even the worst of it. Most of the females had penises"
>Your sister scrunches up a bit
>"Then how are they female?"
>Time for revenge
"Imagine twilight, exactly as she is, but also with a penis"
>Your sister is deep in thought, this will stick with her for a...
>Wait...
"Are you drooling"
>She snapped back to reality and wipes her chin
>"Apparently so..."
>You just look on in stunned shock
>"Well, good catching up with you lulu, however I have to go see if I can figure out a spell now, thanks for the idea"
>You watch her as she leaves, she swishes her tail just a bit to far and you see her wink at you
>You down the rest of the bottle
>You be luna, and you drink to forget

>Be anon
>You had the internet dream again

>>30046008
Plenty interest, if nightmares count as well haha

>>30045954
Create new language.
Go to operators & delimiter, then delimiter 1 style
Type > in the open field
Type ((EOL)) in the close field
Click on styler and set foreground colour to whatever shade of green you want.
Done.

>>30041232
One-post update to see if shit's fixed.

"Do not be fearful of thy surroundings and the monsters, Anonymous, for it is only a nightmare."
"These beings are constructs of the mind, and they cannot hurt thou," you say, reassuring yourself more than anyone.
"We are here to help thou in the efforts of besting what plagues thy mind, so that you may rest easy on this night."
>He mulls over in thought.
>"That explains the reasons why you and I are here, but that it still leaves one question remaining."
>Strange, usually the "it's a dream" explanation covers all everything.
"Since we are to aid thou in anyway possible, we'll try our best to answer your question."
>"Yeah, thank you. Apologies for my crudeness, your highness. It's just..."
>He holds out his arms out to gesture at the setting.
>"Aren't nightmares supposed to be scary?"
>...
"Excuse us?"
>He frowns at you.
>"I'm sorry, I'll rephrase. If we are talking about the same nightmares, they usually instill fear into me. A thrill of emotions as reality tears at the seams."
>He looks at the Sun hanging low in the sky.
>"To me, this seems more like reliving a memory."
>You blink.
"Art thou saying that thou hast been here before? In thy lifetime?"
>He shakes his head.
>"No, I had experienced it a different way. How should I put this?"
>He stares at the ground, lost in thought.
>"I had been here before acting as an extension of my mind and self, but not body. That doesn't make what I've seen and learned false. It's best described as acting as an avatar that can directly effect the setting and narrative of a fictitious world."
>As you process this, it was now your turn to ask the questions.
"Fictitious? Are thou saying that this world had its origins in the sake of entertainment?"
>He nods back in response.
>"We need to make progress through this place. Stick by my side and I'll answer any questions along the way."

>>30046008
I like your Luna. Poor girl is going to have a hard time if Anon's dream go beyond browsing the "normal" part of /d/

>>30046212
>before anon got plot deviced into equestria he browsed the /aco/ xeno and nightmare waifu threads

This was knocking around in my head for a while. Funny how the recent content is related.


> "Be"

> You are...
> You don't really have a name
> For as long as you can remember, you have lived on an island of greenery in a sea of mists and distant columns
> The grass is soft, the flowers are fragrant, the giant crystal tree shimmers with light from a source you have never found
> Occasionally, you find the old mare in her wheelchair, dozing or staring moodily out into the mists
> You try to cheer her up, hum little tunes, brush her mane, and sometimes it helps
> Other times, she weeps
> Inside the crystal tree, there are countless portraits, friends come and gone, forever treasured
> It is so peaceful in this meadow, you often fall asleep among the flowers


> Be Celestia
> The last thing you remember was getting caught up in a freakish storm, impossibly wild and willful
> You wake to the gentle creaking of old wooden wheels
> You scramble your hooves, searching for oncoming wagons
> To your relief, it's just an old mare in a wheelchair, turning towards you
> You look around, more calmly now
> You don't recognize any landmarks, and you would most certainly remember that tree
> The mare grins at you
> "Welcome to Asylum. You'll be the new guest, I presume. I'm sure you're all in a tizzy right now, but that's alright. What you need to do is go out and make a few friends, that'll clear up your problems just fine."
> Making Friends?
> How would that help?
> You smile politely at the old mare
"And how do I get out of here?"
> She nods to your left, where a large shard of crystal shines, its flat, sheer face smooth enough to see your reflection in
> "The mirror will take you back, but take your time, it wouldn't do to be unprepared. We have everything a pony could need to help make friends. Diaries, bracelets, truth or dare cards, advice books, feel free to use any of it. Even the doll, if it pleases you."

>>30046168
>One-post update
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

>>30046381
> Luna has been looking for a new game to play together, perhaps you could find one here
"Thank you, ah..."
> The mare scratches her greying tuft
> "Gear Mare. You can call me Gear."
> You smile more genuinely now
"Thank you, Gear. My name Celestia, and it is nice to meet you."
> Gear nods absently, her eyes growing heavy
> As you watch, she slips into a light doze
> You shake your head and walk towards the crystal tree, the only structure of note in this strange meadow
> Along the way, you find what can only be the doll she was referring to
> It lies limp in the soft grass, some sort of minotaur doll, if you had to guess
> You stand before it, hesitating
> You glance over your shoulder, reassured that Gear Mare seems to be facing away as she dozes
> Upon a closer look, the doll seems surprisingly lifelike
> And those indecent clothes...
> Surely, nopony would blame you for checking
> Just for curiosity's sake
> You check on the old mare once more before your horn lights up with magic
> Gingerly, you unfasten the front of the doll's trousers
> Your heart beats loudly inside you as you peel back the cloth
> A shapely stallionhood rises, pushed as if by hidden springs
> You feel a tingling warmth in your nethers
> ...
> Did that old mare make this?
> Did she use it?
> The alluring length seems clean, perhaps never used
> ...
> No more, it's just a doll
> With slight regret, your magic tucks and fastens everything back to the way you found it
> You cast one more glance at the sleeping crone
> You really should see what games are in the tree
> Your trembling hoof traces the firm length of the doll's shaft
> Your marehood blooms with warmth and you quickly stride away before you embarrass yourself

>>30046400

> It was unsettling, meeting a colt with such power, and whimsy to match
> The mocking, flirting words still trouble you long after he vanished
> When you walk through the crystal you had set in a mirror frame, you find the meadow moatly as you had left it the month before
> Peaceful, though Gear Mare is nowhere to be seen
> From behind the crystal tree strides a tall creature, startling you
> But wait-
> It's the doll, fully alive somehow
> You suddenly remember the feel of his hard length under your hoof and blush vibrantly
> For his part, the doll merely smiles with a paternal warmth
> You draw closer, dread welling up.in your stomach
> Will he hate you?
> Or will he be disappointed in what you did?
> "Hello, good guest. I am a doll, here in this place to comfort you."
> Perhaps he does not remember?
"Good Afternoon, I am Celestia. Gear Mare called this place Asylum, but what is it?"
> The doll bows slightly at your greeting
> "Asylum is a place to harbor those undergoing trials in friendship. Gentle guest, you will extend yourself in friendship, and I will be here for you, to embolden your fearful spirit."
> His deep voice with its strange accent is very calming
> You feel oddly comfortable, even as you confess your situation
> The doll listens with matchless patience as you repeat Discord's mocking words, and what you now believe were his insincere flatteries
> By the end of it, you are no closer to how to befriend the flighty colt, but you feel much better
> The doll speaks gently
> "Let your friendship become your strength. Let me stand close."
> You nod nervously, not trusting your voice
> His warm, lacquered hands cup your cheeks
> "Now shut your eyes."
> You do as he asks, heart beating rapidly
> His lips press against your brow, just at the base of your horn
> Your eyes snap open at the sensation, and you glimpse a fleeting, playful smile as he pulls back from you
> "Farewell, good guest. May you find your worth in the outside world."

>>30046168
I got to go with the REEE post
Can't get enough

>>30046406
I was also thinking about making a "doll's tear" thing with the doll impregnating Celestia, but I am tired of writing clop.

>>30046388
>>30046431
Apologies, didn't expect it to actually work.

>>30046478

love the story

>>30046400
>My name Celestia, and it is nice to meet you."
ME CAVE MARE

>>30046406
> moatly
>>30046503
Welp, no more writing on the bus for me.

>>30046559
I write on the subway and train on occasion. They're usually barely eligible, so I go back to edit the dialogue, word choice, sentence flow.

>>30046357
My fav threads
Those guys are comfy af

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>>30046621
nothing like a turian nurse to help you get better when your sick.

>>30040434
Lovely dialogue, anon, please keep writing!

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>>30040434
"I have lived for several thousand years. The details get confusing for me."
>"I understand you were imprisoned for a thousand years. What happened?"
>You scrunched your snoot, you didn't like recalling the details
"Leading up to that, the land was ruled by a malevolent god of chaos. My sister and I defeated him, turning him to stone. We became the rulers of Equestria, and the ponies loved us, my sister more than I."
>Anonymous stood quietly, he glanced over when you paused
"I was so troubled by the fact that it seemed nopony showed appreciation for my work that one night I refused to take down the moon and attempted to cast Equestria into eternal night."
>"And then?"
"I was defeated by my sister and imprisoned in the moon for a thousand years."
>"That moon?" Anonymous pointed up to the only moon in the sky
"Yes, for a thousand years I stewed in rage and isolation, I was misguided."
>"And that is your story?"
"Correct, Anonymous."
>"I enjoy that you can share with me your details, like I with you."
>With the night coming to an end, you lowered the moon and Celestia brought the sun up, Anonymous was amazed as always
>You could tell there was still some kernel of fear in him, why didn't he ever open up to you?
>Anonymous went to bed, he had a dark chamber across the hallway from your own
>"Goodnight, er... Good morning? Sleep well, princess." Anon said as he retreated to his own room and shut the door
>You did the same, washing and getting to bed
>You laid down, but the curtains were open allowing in beams of sunlight
>You pulled them closed with effortless magic
>In the dark you thought about what Anonymous had said
>What was it like having no magic?
>Even earth ponies have magic resonance that allows them to connect with wildlife and plants
>Pegasi resonance allows them to walk on and manipulate the clouds
>What was it like for him? Magic would be unheard of for him, it must seem otherworldly
>A terrifying force against which he had no defense

>>30039905
REEEEEEEEEEE, though I walk through the shadow of the valley of Autism, I shall fear no faggotry.
For I am the screechiest motherfucker in the goddamn valley.

>>30046168
>it's a specific setting

I've never had a dream like that, and I've had a Dark Souls dream two or three times. It was always a setting of my own creation. Except for hub areas like Firelink, Majula, Hunter's Dream, etc.

Do people usually dream of specific places within games that aren't places they spend over fifty percent of their time?

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Drew a thing. It's even somewhat rgre.

>>30046168
Hey, wait, Anon is in Bloodborne world in a universe where dreams actually ARE magical alternate realities manipulated by otherworldly superior beings.

Sounds like a perfect place for a right grand adventure.

>>30046635
I need a link. Please for god's sake.

>>30046168
>...I'll answer any questions along the way."
kek. I wonder how Luna feels about this. The tables have turned essentially. Now she's the one who has questions in the dream realm.

>>30047154
The entire Soulsbourne universe is ripe for grand adventure.

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>>30046780
>As you lay in bed, unable to sleep, you start to dabble in dreams around Equestria
>The dreams of the ponies were rather mild tonight, though you could hear a distressed heartbeat in the distance
>Your wings cut through the aether as you passed by many doors
>As the racing heartbeat reached crescendo, you stopped in front of a door you'd never seen before
>It was made of a dense, dark oak and held by an iron frame
>It had a strange handle, one not designed with hoof in mind
>What this Anonymous?
>He is your dear friend, you shouldn't look into his private sanctum
>But the noise worried you
>He may have been tough, but he was just a colt after all
>You turn the round handle and the door croaks open slowly
>You step in, looking for something
>Your hooves step into ice cold sand
>The night sky is black, starless and cold
>The only light is coming from a village over the top of this sand dune
>As you tread up the side, you gaze upon a fiery, burning town
>You shift invisibly through the scene
>People in different armors battle with eachother in the streets, other run for their lives
>Corpses litter the streets, sand dyed red beneath them
"Anonymous? It is I, the princess Luna of the night." you call out
>You follow the loud pounding of Anon's heart to a small and crowded area
>There are two buildings set close together, barely enough space to walk through
>Many soldiers are crowded around the narrow passageway, all pushing towards it
>You fly above the crowd and peer down the space
>In the very back of the gap stood Anon
>He hid behind his diminuitive shield as a line of fighters pressed against it, forcing him back into the wall
>The soldiers reached upwards and jabbed at him over the top of his shield
>Anon was pressed between his own shield and the wall, unable to maneuver his own sword to defend himself
>Before you could intervene, the entire scene burned into static and you found yourself in the aether again
>You opened your eyes and rolled out of bed

>>30046008
keep going dude, it's good fun

>>30047826
this is pretty good

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>>30047826
I appreciate your continued use of crusader pics.

Deus Vult

>>30047078
Kek.

>Pones with cell phones.
>Instead of upstanding males sending dick pics, you have upstanding mares sending vag pics.
>They ask for ball bra pics in return.

>>30049079
>Send scrot pls.

>>30046936
I love you

>>30047078
You starting to do art stuff now Heli?

>>30047078
>>30049349
So, if it's like Revenge of the Nerds, would Berry Punch be the designated drinking competitor?

>>30049079
>>30049094
Oh Gods no.
kek

bump 8

>>30049349
Yup, I'm giving drawfagging a shot, but it's going to take a bit to get decent.

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bump

>>30050311
last bump before bed

dont't die on me RGRE

>>30050338
g'night. we'll try to keep the lights on.

>>30050357
Be Motel 6 and fucking keep the lights on for everyone.

>>30049079
That's kinda hot.

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>>30049079

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>>30049272
It's good to be loved.

>>30049079
>>30049094

>Send scrot pls.
Kek

Guys, guys, you should really post pictures of your scrotum with the date and time of the day on this image-board.
It will be used for science.
I swear.

Sincerely,
Not Twilight.

>>30046008
Repost

>>30051122
yea, its an older one from me and relevant to interests that were going on.

>>30051068

scrotum 64 game console?

>>30050963
He's not my man anymore. I bend over and kiss her toes for deigning to even speak to a beta like me.

>>30050963
i bend over

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>>30051321
Would you rather fuck an ogre or get fucked by an ogre
The ogre is always a girl

>>30051361
I mean am I getting penetrated? Cause if not then I'd rather get fucked by the ogre. Something about aggressive amazonian sex gets me going.

>>30051321
Have tons of babies with her, then subjugate the weak willed masses in my wheelchair.
Also, not MLP related.

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>>30051571
I'm ready.

>>30051571
bump in the hopes that NOF has a story lined up and didn't just want to tease us

>Love at first sight is a legitimate thing in Equestria through some mix of internal magic and chemical reactions in the brain
>Love being such an important thing is why there's a Princess of Love
>Most of the signs are cliched, extended eye contact from across a room, sometime a duet is sung in extreme cases
>Being a passive ability of the ponies, Anon does not experience it
>But there's a pony in Equestria who will experience it for Anon

>>30051571
SOON

On a different note whoever keeps making the five or so different threads needs to stop. I was in one of the fucked up ones for a while.

>>30051602
>>30052350
>>30052710
>NOF says soon.
>He means next year
Where do you think you are?

>>30052496
We had a story with this prompt already, with Roseluck.

>>30052980
Is that still actually happening? Holy shit, there really is a rogue autist still running around out there.

Yeah, just ignore them. If my assumptions are correct their OPs all have broken links, and they're full of chinese/russian shitposters anyways.

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>>30053186
It was very sad. A pony in pain is a terrible thing.

Just a shot in the dark.
I got a new computer and I'm setting up programs again and to use some of the programs correctly I need a compiled list of pony names and things commonly used in the show just so it doesn't shit up the spellchecker. If anybody has a list that would be immensely helpful, otherwise it's gonna be a touch and go kind of a thing while I make shit.

I'm gonna be posting a thing for you guys in a second. Just a heads up for anyone else wanting to post green.

>>30053343
Aww yiss, good ol ghouls.

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>>30053343
>connection error
>connection error
>connection error

Lets see if this gets through. I may have to post through the 'post a reply' method. The story might be slow guys.

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>>30053424
>>30053343
This one has been... a long time coming. The first installment started almost a year ago, in June. If any of you are still around, I hope you enjoy.

What I'm about to post is the finished prologue to a story called Aftershock. It's the sequel to my First Impression series of stories, found here:
(part 1): https://pastebin.com/EsHb41tb
(part 2): https://pastebin.com/HPPghSi0
(part 3): https://pastebin.com/NVtiB0PN
(The Prequel): https://pastebin.com/grFxJqKR

>In one single moment your entire mood shifts, serene boredom and momentum morphing instantly into something else, something lively.
>You stare down at your mahogany desk in something akin to shock, the envelope you’d just singled out staring back at you, waiting patiently.
>On instinct, you raise your head and swivel, scanning your quiet study with…
>Suspicion?
>Embarrassment?
>Hard to tell, but the state of your environment is much easier to parse; same burgundy curtains, same bookshelves, same uninspiring paintings, same worn out blue rug.
>You are alone.
>With that thought in mind, you set your sights back upon the letter you’d just found in your care, swallowing a hard lump in your throat as you examine the address scribbled onto it more closely.
>The words are familiar to you.
>You’d paid MUCH attention to the location they presented not a month prior.
>’223 Chocolane Avenue, Ponyville’.
>The uniform slant of the lettering mixed with the ridged, imperfect intensity of the impressions and forming felt like an odd mix of mouth-manual and telekinetic penmanship, physicality and rawness intermingled with poise and focus.
>The style was distinct enough for you to spot it on sight even if you’d only seen it once or twice prior.
>Unsurprisingly, his manner of written communication manages to be just as mysterious and alluring as his spoken one, as if every uniquely-molded character was there just for you to enjoy.

>>30053436
>You lean over without thinking, bringing your snout close to the sealed message.
>It’s faint, but you’re sure you catch notes of him lingering in between the smell of parchment and other, less enamoring subtleties.
>You feel the chilly autumn breeze flow in from outside as you carefully, very carefully, peel the seal at the heart of the envelope open with magic, the window you’d meant to close before your discovery forgotten for more exciting ventures.
>The moment the contents of the letter are opened to the air a much more vibrant and much less complex scent hits your nose.
>Ink of course, but something else, something much better.
>The simple notes of him you noticed before now came together to form a more complete and familiar song, one you’d been sorely missing.
>Maleness and perhaps the faintest hint of cologne tingle in the bridge of your snout, burning your nose as you breathe in the remnants of him still stuck on the page from his diligence.
>Your eyes scan the text for the briefest moment and catch a hint of your name buried within.
>’Celestia’ – your mind whispers, miming not only the haunting quality of his voice perfectly to match your memories, but also the sensation of his breath warming the shell of your ear as he says it.
>You shiver, deciding quickly to ignore your idle and mischievous thoughts for the item that is causing them.
>… for now.
>You hover the filled page away from your face and set it gently on the table, your eyes adjusting much more easily to the words at this distance:
>’Dear Celestia,’ he writes.
>’It’s been a while since I’ve actually written a letter to someone, so I hope my handwriting isn’t too terrible.’
>You scoff to yourself at the ridiculousness of the statement.

>>30053443
>’I also don’t have any idea how I might get this to you, but I’m sure Twilight can figure it out. She’s been a real lifesaver in general to be honest. I haven’t really been out much since I got here. I’m not really sure if’.
>There’s a strange mark here, as if he’d started writing a different word but decided against it at the last second.
>The words that appear after this point look the slightest bit different as well, like he’d dropped the letter and picked up writing again later.
>’if things would be going so well if she wasn’t around. I appreciate you having her and her friends come around to check up on me. Meeting other ponies has been interesting.’
>A smile creeps across your mouth when you read ‘meeting other ponies’, and it grows as he elaborates.
>’I’m still not sure how things are going to turn out, but getting to know some of the locals has been great. They’ve been quite’.
>Another last-second change.
>’friendly to me, which, I admit, I wasn’t expecting. Very friendly. I didn’t think that Rainbow Dash and I were going to be very close when we first met, but after a while of talking we really started hitting it off. Rarity too. I wasn’t expecting Rarity at all. She’s very charming. I was surprised by how much we clicked.’
>Your grin falters here.
>Just a bit.
>’Oh, I’m sorry. I’m just throwing up all these names out of the blue like you’ll know them right off the bat. Twilight has mentioned that you know every pony around, but it was a little weird to just start talking about them huh? Do you know them? I hope so.’
>’Ahhh, I’m rambling. How are you? I hope you’re doing alright. I got your gift by the way. Thank you. I shared it, I hope you don’t mind. It really helped everyone loosen up and enjoy themselves. I wish you were here with us to enjoy it.’
>’I miss you, I hope that doesn’t sound strange after such a short time’.

>>30053436
>It's the sequel to my First Impression series of stories

FUCK YES, BEEN WAITING FOR THIS

>>30053449
>Your heart strums at his sentiment, and you lift the page from the desk to examine the choice lines over again.
>’I miss you’.
>’I wish you were here’.
>The hint of his scent on the page hits you again for the perfect double attack of recollection and real life, and you can almost imagine him right next to you saying the words himself.
“Me too,” you whisper sullenly, setting the letter back down.
>’I’m probably still rambling, and I know you’re probably very busy where you are right now. I don’t want to be a nuisance to you after everything you’ve done——’.
>Here a small portion of text is carefully scratched out, one or two words at most, and the following line continues as if the redaction isn’t there.
‘The reason I started writing this letter is so I could tell you how much I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, Celestia. I know my first impression probably wasn’t all that great, but things could’ve gone much, much worse for me if you weren’t who you are. You’ve protected me from a lot. You’ve shown me a lot, too. I hope I get to see you again so I can tell you all of this in person. I should have done it the night I left but I didn’t. I wish I did. I’m sorry.’
>The small hints up to now alerting you that the wording in his letter had been careful and hesitantly considered vanish almost completely during the last section, as if he wrote it all quickly and cleanly in one burst without any intent of limiting himself.
>The notion that his adulation is utterly sincere and uncensored intensifies the already significant warmth in your fluttering chest.
>Suffice it to say that you read his final lines with rapt interest.

>>30053461
>’God, I’m apologizing a lot too, aren’t I? I guess I’m not very good at this whole letter-writing thing after all. Still, I hope I got my meaning across, and I really hope this letter reaches you. I’ll talk to Twilight about getting it to you as soon as I can. She should be over soon to talk about Saturday. Rainbow Dash invited me to something at the park and I was thinking about going. I’m really nervous, but I know that you’d want me to get out and try so that’s what I’m going to do.’
>’I hope to hear back from you soon.’
>’Thank you again.’
“Love, Anonymous.” You whisper in disbelief, finishing his final line aloud.
>There’s some smudging at the beginning where the ‘L’ is, as if he briefly fretted over how to sign his message.
>It only made his final choice feel all the more deliberate and meaningful.
>The letter isn’t from him, it’s by him – with love.
>Your lips form a thin line from the implication, face burning as you whip your eyes back to the top of the letter and reread it in its entirety once, twice, and then thrice more, absorbing every sentence over again with new context.
>It doesn’t take long for you to simply get lost in his words altogether, his short description of the days and emotions he’d felt since you’d parted becoming your entire world.
>Even his fumbles become significant as you continue to obsess over his work, each small mistake or errant fleck of ink on the paper cementing in your mind how real and alive the being who wrote it is.
>Now that you were sure you’d seen everything there was to see, your mind had far fewer compunctions about interrupting your reading.
>’I appreciate everything you’ve done for me Celestia’ a figment of the human in your head murmurs, drawing close.
>’I’ve missed you so much’.
>Your daydream is all the more vivid and captivating in the aftermath, his fresh communique powering your imagination with new content.

>>30053470
>You can practically feel his body against yours again, the warmth, the rhythm of his chest, the feel of his lips.
>The sensations were all worn to you from the passage of time and the dimming effect of the alcohol you consumed that night, but now they suddenly felt so raw, so close.
>’I should have done this a long time ago’
>Your brain is twisting his words to better suit your mood, each approximation drawing you deeper in.
>The next breath you take is loud enough to reach your own ears, your head dipping low toward your desk and to his message.
>You catch his scent again, just as your puckered lips graze the paper…
>Just as the door to your study creeks open in your peripheral.
>”Ma’am?” a nasal voice intrudes, followed swiftly by a heavy thud and a flurry of non-distinct movement.
>Something screams within you, and your horn flashes to life for the briefest of moments.
“Yes,” you reply in a measured tone through your teeth, your jaw wired tight in an attempt to suppress the pain of bashing your foreleg into your desk.
>You notice about now that your pile of ‘read’ letters had been toppled onto your most current and special one, your horn practically acting with a will of its own to shield you from further embarrassment.
>A familiar milk-yellow mare apprehensively peeks her head through the crack in your door, her hoof rising to deliver a trio of polite but wholly redundant knocking sounds on the arch.
“What is it, Eggnog?” you say, policing your tone more successfully as the shock from the pain subsides.
>”Are you, uh… busy?” she asks, the face behind her thick glasses shifting in a mixture of confusion and concern.
“Oh – no,” you reply hastily, shaking your head for emphasis.
>You can still feel how hot and ruffled the fur around your cheeks are.
“No, I’m not busy.” You reiterate, hoping dearly that your face was adequately expressing how bored and innocent you wanted her to think you were.

>>30053481
>The flicker of suspicion that crosses her face pits your stomach unmercifully.
>”Okay… well…” she begins, pushing fully inside, her ever-present collection of scrolls and documents hovering by in her canary yellow aura, “I need you to sign these. If you have a moment…”
>”Of course – yes, of course!” you return instantly, upping the volume and energy of your voice in a desperate last attempt at disguising how you felt.
>She definitely saw you kissing it.
>She’s trying to hide it, but you can SEE it in her eyes.
>Her narrow little eyes.
>”Are you okay?” she asks, continuing to squint at you through her spectacles with obvious skepticism as she presents three glowing documents, piling them in a row over your other toppled letters.
>You sigh glumly, hanging your head as the white spire atop it slowly comes back to life and affixes a damp quill into a similarly-hued aura of magic to her own.
”Yes,” you reply, defeated and not totally confident in your answer.
>”I see.”
>The quill in your magical grasp hovers over the first document on the left as your mind scrambles to remember how to be professional.
>You find the line you need to sign but come woefully short of freeing your mind from unrelated thoughts; you didn’t even stop to read what you were affixing your signature to, you were just about to jot your name down on an official document without even knowing what it is.
“Do you ever feel like you’re trapped in this place, Eggnog?” you ask without thinking
>Your little yellow assistant flinches from your sudden and personal aside as you whip your attention back up at her.
>”U-Uhhm—“
”Like you can’t breathe? Like everypony – everyTHING is watching you?” you continue almost instantly, the pace of your words quickening slowly into a rant.
>Eggnog squirms in place and looks around, clearly trying to come up with an answer decent enough to assuage your random interrogation.

>>30053500
>”W-Well, not really?” she comes to, a rushed, placating smile crossing her face.
>”I kinda’… like it here, I guess?”
>The way she ends the answer to your question with another question is curiously maddening to you, as if, with her statement, the unconscious part of your brain had finally compiled enough evidence to prove that she was some kind of pod-pony, and was now frantically asserting this fact to your conscious self.
>You don’t consider for even a moment that you’re her boss, even if the two of you are close.
“Really?” you reply, “This place really makes you—”
>You turn your head up and away as you think of a word to use; the first one that comes to mind is the one that comes out.
“Happy?”
>Your aid’s face becomes stony, eyes hard.
>”I’ve never been happy,” she replies casually.
>You groan and lean far back into your chair, squeezing your eyes shut in distress from what was seemingly a bonding admittance to you.
“Of course, of course you’re not,” you mumble to yourself in an obvious tone.
>”I-I, uhh… ?” Eggnog begins, drawing your eyes back.
>She looks strangely… hurt, and she’s cast her eyes down at the ground, hoof fiddling with her glasses in an obvious sign of discomfort.
>”That was, uh… a joke, ma’am,” she says, now grinning a warped, broken grin into your carpeting, “I was joking.”
>You tense, squeezing your mouth shut as you realize all too late how thoughtlessly you’d probably wounded her just now.
“Oh no, I’m so… so sorry, I didn’t mean to imply—“
>”W-Wait… do I LOOK unhappy? Is that – is that what everypony thinks?” Eggnog interrupts, eyes widening in panic.
“Nooo, no no no.” You respond quickly, rising from your chair.
>You free your wings as you stand, you free EVERYTHING as you stand, as much as possible.
>You probably look quite silly right now, stretching out ramrod stiff, your wings and tail hiked and your chest puffed with air.

>>30053506
“No, of course not. It’s me. I’m just, I’m…”
>You sniff your breast fuller and trail off there, unable to form up in your mind what you were, troublingly.
>You relax your muscles and joints, easing yourself but not daring to sit back down.
>You turn your attention instead to the window behind your chair, staring through the cold glass and into the calm night outside.
“I keep opening the windows, but I can’t seem to get them ‘open’ enough,” you say softly, the words flowing honestly from your mouth.
“Does that make sense?”
>”Um… I think so?” Eggnog’s voice responds from behind you, the quality of the sound shifting as she comes closer and, presumably, peers out the same window you are.
>Several introspective moments pass with neither of you speaking, but the quiet is eventually broken once more by her inquisitive voice.
>”You want to go outside,” she posits confidently, as if being hit by eureka.
>Your face sags in defeat, ears drooping slightly.
>”O-Oh, no?” she responds quickly, clearly noticing your change in expression, “Uhh… sorry.”
“No, it’s okay,” you return quickly, reaching up to run a fetlock over your face and snout, “none of this is your fault. If anything you’ve been helping…”
>You turn, finding your aid regarding you with a concerned look.
>A charitable thought to reciprocate her loyalty pops up in your head as your eyes meet, and so you turn back toward your desk and lift the quill you’d recently just discarded back into it back into your aura.
“What are they for?” you ask simply, her brow dropping at you in confusion before it jumps in realization and she scuttles to your side, “where do I sign?”
>”Here ma’am, and here.” Eggnog replies, gesturing to a few points on the first page.
>”This is a requisition form from A12 barracks; new bedframes, new storage chests to replace the old ones – approved,” she recites studiously.

>>30053513
>Scratch scratch scratch, done, but you feel your brain go darker.
>”That one there is also from A12. Request for additional funds to procure and maintain an icebox in the common area to preserve ‘adult beverages’,” Eggnog goes on, her face becoming somewhat cold.
>”Denied,” she says with acidy finality.
>Scratch scratch scratch, but your eyelids droop.
>A study on your entire LIFE could probably be encapsulated by the sound of a quill scratching against a piece of paper.
>”Last one, this is from Ponyville, urgent.”
>The point of your pen halts in place at the last words, blobbing a bit of ink on the page where it sat as your mind suddenly returned to form – even if only to jump to a hundred terrible conclusions.
>”It’s from the Mayor,” she continues.
>”There’s a Canterlot-owned statue in the square that’s been damaged severely after a recent incident. She’s requesting funds and permission to repair it with her own contractors.”
>You let out a held breath and scratch, scratch, scratch your name into place like on all of the others.
>”Approved – that’s all for now, ma’am, thank you,” Eggnog says with a nod, her horn flaring briefly and whipping a spell across the scrolls—presumably to calm the wet ink—before using the same instrument to roll them and hover them back to her side to join the other mess of items held there.
>”Uhh… well done,” she commends awkwardly in a, you THINK at least, attempt to lighten your mood by praising you.
>That is to say, praising how well you spelled your name on a piece of paper.
>You can’t help but contrast that dull, sad notion with the spike of fear you felt when his place of residence was mentioned.
>Not even him, just where he lived.
>It’s funny.
>Before you and the human met everything moved so fast, so orderly; like the sun.
>Precision at breakneck speed, a million miles an hour to exactly where you needed to be without a second thought.

>>30053521
>After him has been…
>A decidedly different story.
>You were late to raise the sun for the first time in hundreds of years on the morning of the day he departed, and ever since then, it felt like you were slowing down, snagged on something while everything else around you kept on racing forward like it was supposed to.
>Even now, as you sit to ponder your life and how it’s changed, stare off into to space, your secretary continues to stand before your desk, at your side and at the ready.
>Waiting.
>Waiting for you to catch up.
>You squeeze your eyes shut tight and lift a hoof to cover them, your vision going completely dark.
“Do I do that a lot?” you ask, unable to keep the concern out of your voice.
>”Do what, ma’am?” the darkness answers innocently; she’s lying, you can tell.
>She just doesn’t want to trouble you anymore.
“Nnn… nothing, nothing,” you reply, returning the light to your eyes and turning to seat yourself back into your desk chair.
>”Oh! I nearly forgot,” the little yellow unicorn says with some surprising energy, gaining back your attention, “your appointment for yesterday afternoon? She just arrived.”
>You lounge back in your seat and your eyes intuitively drift past her to your wall clock, narrowing at the ink-ticks on its face as it clicks along; 9:49, not that it matters.
>’Yesterday’ was quite a distance from ‘today’ in planning terms.
”A little late…” you remark, secretly glad that, for once, you weren’t the one being left behind.
>”I agree, very unprofessional,” Eggnog adds, turning up her snout in distaste.
>You flutter your eyes shut for a split second, cutting down your stimulus in an attempt to remember.
>When that fails, you go for the next best thing.
”… which one is she again?” you ask sheepishly.
>Your aid’s eyes turn up and away as she searches her own memory for a moment.

>>30053535
>”She, uh… it’s the mayor of that town near the Crystal Empire, to my recollection,” she returns after a moment.
>Your brain snaps back into the action, offering up a familiar name.
“Starlight Glimmer?” you say, more to yourself than her, “that’s odd.”
>”Why? Do you know her?” Eggnog asks.
“Not well, no… but…” you answer honestly, hanging for a moment.
>You peer down at your toppled stack of old letters, a stack that concealed an older communication somewhere within that, yesterday at least, should have been addressed.
“She seemed quite alarmed in her message, scared, even. I’d have thought she’d be here bright and early to settle things.”
>The light yellow mare hums thoughtfully as she turns and moves toward the door, flashing you a look at her abacus cutie mark as she goes.
>”Well, I suppose it’s hard for SOME ponies to have competent managerial and accounting skills whilst ALSO being effortlessly punctual and prepared for every scheduled date or event; we just need to be patient with them,” she says, the unrestrained self-adulation dripping off of her every word managing to coax a smile onto your face.
“Ohoh, we do, do we?” you reply with some fun in your voice, leaning your head on your hoof, “Well, one of us, maybe…”
>Your assistant halts fast in the arch, turning back in the doorway to hit you with an anxious look.
>The smile already present on your face grows, and you can’t help but shake your head at her instant loss of self-esteem when being contrasted with you.
>It’s actually kind of sweet.
“I was being self-depreciating,” you explain.
>Her posture immediately eases, her expression lightening up, if cautiously.
>A moment later, however, her brow sinks again, this time in stubborn resolve.
>”Certainly not!” she objects suddenly, firmly, “You’re worth ten of any pony, ma’am. At LEAST ten.”
>You chuckle light-heartedly and lean up off of your hoof.

>>30053545
“I don’t know,” you respond skeptically, “sometimes I wonder what might be accomplished with a few more Eggnogs in my place.”
>The steam is practically billowing out of your assistant’s ears now, her hoof obsessively straightening her already perfectly-aligned glasses.
>”I-I, uh, I’m not… Y-You, erm… f-flatter me,” she responds with some difficulty.
>You chuckle again, taking a deep breath as you swipe a fetlock across your eyes in an effort at clearing the drowsiness away.
>You still have one more job to do before the night is over, and you’ll be damned if it isn’t completed and ready for the morning post.
”Is there anything else? If not then you should get some sleep. It’s getting late, and at least ONE of us needs to be on the ball for tomorrow.”
>”You’re… staying up?” Eggnog replies carefully.
“I’m thousands of years old, Miss Cream,” you say with a worn grin, “I can find my own way to my bedroom.”
>She straightens, opening her mouth once to respond before closing it and trying again.
>”Of course, ma’am,” she responds, but she continues to linger in your doorway a moment afterward.
>”Do you, um… do you need anything? The night staff is probably just getting in, I could have them make you some coffee or—“
“I’m fine just the way I am,” you assure her, regaining her eyes from the hallway, “you’re free.”
>Your assistant nods in understanding, and she only lurks in the doorway for another moment before retreating through it fully.
>”Goodnight, ma’am,” a tiny yellow snout whispers through the small crack remaining in your door.
“Goodnight, Eggnog,” you respond just as softly.
>And your door finally shuts.
>A heavy sigh blows through your lips at the return of peace and security to your private studio.

>>30053558
>You find your head falling back against the neck-rest of your chair as you clear away the mound of paper from your desk, sorting the pieces within non-descriptively before piling them back into place on your left.
>Two articles once again stand alone from them, both Anonymous’ letter and the packaging that brought it to you.
>It might have been nice to do this whilst still on the high of receiving it, but now would have to suffice.
>You hated that.
>That is, doing ‘what sufficed’ when it came to him, but the world was moving on regardless of your choices.
>It isn’t unlikely, for instance, that you’ll be dealing with Miss Glimmer’s issue tomorrow ON TOP of everything else you had to do.
>And that’s still just tomorrow.
>It’s almost 10 PM, and you know that you’ll be up for a while yet.
>Fretting, pacing, drafting, grinding your hooves and tearing out your mane in an attempt to find just the right word to use in just the right way to convey things to him.
>Your paper drawer slides open, the same magical force responsible for the action pulling a crisp, clean page out from inside and laying it before you.
>It takes some willpower to drag your head down from its comfortable position, but your magical grip raises your quill with nothing short of stalwart determination, perhaps even an edge of excitement buried under the worry.
>It’s going to be a long night, but in the end, you know it’ll all be worth it.

>’Dearest Anonymous,’
>’I appreciate you taking the time to send me such a kind letter.’
>’Hearing from you so soon eases my heart.’
>’Knowing how well things are going between you and your neighbors is also welcome news.’
>’Please do not fret over your penmanship or your choice of words with me, there isn’t any need.’

>>30053572
>’If I could ask more, it would be that you package any further thanks to Miss Sparkle with my own, as I, too, am very thankful for all of her help and loyalty in this matter, and I hope that she continues to offer it in the future.’
>’As for Miss Rarity and Miss Dash, fear not, I do know them, and quite well.’
>’I’m proud to hear that they’ve received you so well, and I’d be happy to hear about any further pleasant interactions with them you see fit to tell me about, especially your most upcoming one.’
>’I’m glad my little treat could play a role, however small, in aiding your first meeting with them.’
>’As for me, I’m doing quite fine here.’
>’Business as usual, you know.’
>’Of course, I would be lying if I said that your absence hasn’t affected me as well as you.’
>’I hope very much that our parting hasn’t caused any great trouble in your mind.’
>’You can rest assured that, even given our distance, your comfort and security are still at the forefront of my mind.’
>’There is no need to apologize for anything.’
>’The weight of your gratitude, Anonymous, is a valuable gift I hardly deserve.’
>’Still, I accept it gladly, and should there come a time in the future where you wish to repeat your sentiment face to face, then I hope my words on the matter can be just as generous, sweet, and heartfelt as I found yours for me to be, especially in light of the circumstances.’
>’I would be remiss in dwelling on this for too long, so I won’t, but I can hardly imagine the strife you ‘ve gone through in having to adapt to everything our world has to offer so quickly.’
>’The level of fortitude you’ve demonstrated during your stay so far is nothing if not admirable, to me, especially.’
>’Which is why, considering the night of your departure, I feel as though an apology of my own is long overdue.’

>>30053580
>’Though I was quite under the influence at the time, that isn’t any excuse for my behavior, and I hope that my actions haven’t implied anything unkind about my citizens or our way of life.’
>’I only meant to make your departure easier, perhaps for me as much as you, but I fear that in my excitement I took advantage of you while you were in a vulnerable state of mind, and that was wrong of me.’
>’I apologize.’
>’Well, to move away from that, I’d like to wish you good luck during your outing on Saturday.’
>’Miss Dash can be quite excitable at times, but I’m sure that she and her friends will treat you just as well as you deserve, and then some.’
>’I wouldn’t dream of over-encouraging you to do anything you aren’t ready for or comfortable with, but I think you should know that I’m quite happy with the initiative you’ve shown in making new friends, and I’m glad you’ve had such successes already.’
>’Though it may surprise you to hear this, not all ponies are terribly sociable.’
>’It can be hard even for them to do what you’ve managed, even when not sharing your circumstances.’
>’You are a lovely human, Anonymous.’
>’I’m sure that if your friends back home could see you now they would be more than proud of how you’ve carried yourself over the last month.’
>’You’ve more than earned my respect in that regard.’

>’With Love,’
>’Celestia’

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>>30053588
Alrighty, this is a little more than a third of the way through and a decent place to stop, so I will. Don't worry, the rest of the prologue is finished and you'll be getting it over the next couple of days.

I hope you guys have enjoyed things thus far. I'll have this up in a pastebin in a second. If you've enjoyed things thus far, be sure to come back tomorrow for more. Pic related is a hint of things to come.

>>30053612
Here's the pastebin.

https://pastebin.com/k4uKn6Va

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>>30053612
Second time I've gotten to post this.

>>30053645
Are we getting marshmallow poon?

>>30053612
THANK YOU!!! THANK YOU!!! THANK YOU!!!!!!1111111

>>30053646
That game is actually my biography, true story.

>>30053647
Iunno Anon. Guess you'll just have to tune in next time to find out.

>>30053658
I guess that means you've been waiting around for my sorry ass to get moving on this? If that's the case, sorry for the wait. I hope you enjoy the rest of what I have, as well as the full story to come.

>>30053685
1 YEARS GHOULS, THANK YOU SO MUCH.

>>30053612
FUUUUUUUUUUUCK IT'S GHOULS

>>30053612
>be me
>read First Impression
>best story ever
>next day nothing
>next day again, again again again again
>he back
you're the reason i'm still lurking here.

>>30053612
>legend has returm
Ghoul... i

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>>30053777
>777
CONFIRMED
THE LEGEND NEVER DIES

>>30053701
>>30053763
>>30053773
>>30053777
>>30053790
Ayy, I appreciate the fanfare guys, really. I should have more for you tomorrow at around the same time.

>>30053831
>more tomorrow even
SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT

>>30053831
I can't wait to see it.

>>30053612
It seems two white ponies compete for his heart.

Who shall be the one to claim it?

Will the Princess of the Sun find reason to glow all the brighter?

Or will the Element of Generosity lay claim to an otherworldly gem?

Perhaps his heart is big enough for both of them?

Find out next time, on RGRE: Ghouls back from the dead edition

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>>30053899
What good is a Marshmallow in comparison to the Sun?

>>30054597
The Sun is just a slightly larger/pinker Marshmallow

>>30052496
>>30053186
>>30053238
Indeed it was a bit sad but ended on a high note.

Sorry, couldn't help myself.

>>30048516

> A survivor from the first crusade
> A survivor from the fourth crusade
> A survivor of the 100 years war
> A survivor of the thirty years war
> A survivor of the French Revolution's Terror
> A survivor of the American Civil War
> A survivor of WWI
> A survivor of WWII
> A survivor of the Korean War
> A survivor of the Vietnam War
> A survivor of Commercialized Warfare

> Every time one dies, a new on takes its place
> Luna has to deal with PTSD dreams every day now

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>>30053470
fucking adorable

lovestruck celly best celly

>>30053612
Came for 'Reassigned' and got lost among the greens. Guess I should read the prequel(s) then?

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>>30053612
Love the Celestia slice of life. She's a very cute princess.

>>30053186
link?

>>30053436
Could you compile all of these stories into a single bin once it's complete?

A "First Impression Megabin" would be great.

>>30054936
https://pastebin.com/xFvs0b69

Here you go, Anon

>>30055254
No. Fucking lazy fat ass

>>30054935
I agree. I love Moonbutt too but Celestia is best Princess, best pony, and best waifu.

>>30054835
> A survivor of Commercialized Warfare

Why are we still /here/? Just to /suffer/? Every night, I can feel my leg... and my arm... even my fingers. The body I've lost... the /comrades/ I've lost... won't stop hurting... It's like they're all /still/ there.

>>30055254
Ehh, creating another bin would be a little too much. I've thought about separating my ongoing stories into different 'folders' on pastebin but I don't own a paying pastebin account, so I am unable to do so. Feels like a lot of other writefags might probably be in the same boat when it comes to archiving their longer stuff.

>>30055570
Why would it be too much?
If it's too much work, I can do it.

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>>30047826
>You walk out your door, past the guards, and knocked on Anon's door
>A few moments later he opened the door and looked out
"Are you well, Anonymous?"
>"I am fine, princess. Why do you ask?"
"I thought I had heard you shout. Perhaps I was mistaken."
>"Goodnight, princess." Anon says, shutting the door
>You stuck your hoof into the door and opened it again
"Anon?"
>"What seems to be the problem, princess?"
"Are you certain you are well, Anonymous?"
>You enter his room
>It's awfully empty, he only had his bed and a table furnishing the room
>"I'm fine. Why are you acting like this?"
"N-no reason. I should return to my own chambers."
>"Goodnight, princess."
"Goodnight."

>>30052496
>Cadence is baffled when she feels this when meeting Anon for the first time.
>She also still feels this for Shining, too.
>This has never happened before.
>One soulmate per pony.
>Anon doesn't notice that Cadence is becoming increasingly flustered around him.

>>30055691
>Correction: She FELT it for Shining. But once he started acting like a cold fish in bed, it disappeared.
>This results in Equestria's first divorce in a millennium.

>>30051571
what did he mean by this?

also >>30053436
yusss

>>30055671
>"I thought I had heard you shout. Perhaps I was mistaken."
>"Goodnight, princess." Anon says, shutting the door
I know we are all autists here, but you don't shut the door in someones face this fast, who came to you, when they are clearly concerned about something, not without them saying good bye too, and/or some long awkward silence and then a tentative goodby

>>30053172
>tfw fell for the Nof soon meme

>>30056316
Soon is a relative term. I could say LaP is posting soon he will be, but that doesn't mean it'll be today.
The update needs to be edited, so probably tomorrow.

has anyone heard about the writefag of Daring Douch?

>>30056452
Brandnewwritefag?

what about him?

>>30056700
was wondering if an update is on the way or if it takes a while like last time

>>30056705
yeah it takes awhile

but there's usually a big celebration when it does.

>>30056231
Anon is a quiet autist who didn't want to talk about it and Luna's prying ass was getting too close

>>30056231
When I'm forced to get outta bed in the middle of the night I'm kinda irritable as well.

How about an inversion of the typical 'RGRE restricts anon' format?

>Be Anon, once happily married.
>Wife cheated
>You found out
>Wife beated (you)
>You end up traumatized from the experience, maybe you're really skinny or even have a condition which weakens you.
>Friends don't believe you, police don't believe you, court sides with wife.
>She gets it all in the divorce, twisting the facts to make you the villain.
>Your friends stop speaking to you, convinced that you're a wife beater
>Work inevitably finds out about the drama and you get fired
>Some time later, at your lowest point: depressed, destitute and utterly alone you end up in RGRE because [REDACTED]
Can Anon finally receive the professional and/or social support he needs to heal now that he is in a society which is completely willing to accept his story?

Now that I've written this it feels too much like a pity party. Still, I think there's potential for this sort of thing.

Have a bit of an issue, while writing in notepad ++ the program drops down prior words wrote that it thinks will be what I want to write, The old install never did this, anyone know what it is and how to turn it off?

>>30056231
You have never been woken up after working a solid being awake 36 hours, working 24 of those, not in a row, but getting called in on an emergency because dumb fuck on the next shift came in fucked up on something, fucked something that only you are qualified to fix, and by the time you go to sleep, are woken up an hour later by someone thinking they are doing something good for you.
You feel like shit later on, you apologize you snapped at them but you are not sorry.
The example is just the one time I have yelled at the person to go fuck themselves, after knowing why, they didn't blame me. But I have been woken up from amazing dreams far to often for bullshit reasons that I 100% get why the anon did it, though it may seem shitty.

>>30058427
In general, Anon having a reason to hate/fear/distrust women makes for an unsatisfying story. Either Anon is mean to nice mares, or he is nice to nice mares and it doesn't matter.

>>30049079
>You get a text from luna, Its a potato phone picture of her vagina
>Possibly her ponut... you know what, fuck this, she sent you porn that is to hard for you to make out what the fuck you are looking at
>You get out an old potato phone of your own and send her a pic of your dick
>You made no effort to make sure it was in focus, or that it was lit well enough, ro that your pants were off...
>You go about your day

>>30058500
>>30058427

Anon doesn't necessarily have to be mean to nice mares. He can be perfectly polite to them.

He just doesn't trust them at all. Give him trust issues in general because in the original prompt it looks like EVERYONE turned their backs on him.

The experience of RGRE could make it interesting once he realizes gender roles aren't the same as on Earth. For once Anon is the 'more important' gender.

Does he hate it, realizing that if he was a girl instead then nobody would believe him like what happened on Earth?

Does he embrace it, just craving the support he was denied on Earth?

Either one could make a good story if written correctly.

>>30055698

Now come on, Anon. What did Shining do to deserve that?

>>30046168
My train home got delayed 3 times so they decided to roll 4 trains worth of people into one.
At this point I was so apathetically autistic I started working on green. Enjoy.

>He starts down a path, one barely distinguishable from the rest.
"If this world was indeed based off fiction, how is it that thou can envision it as vividly as this?"
>He raises an eyebrow.
>"What do you mean?"
"We've seen our subjects, and one subject in particular, frequently fantasize about the worlds in their books. But the scenes they paint have naught the level of detail and realism present here."
>He looks back at you, mind wandering.
>"Our kind had bested the trials of survival so well, we were left with excess time where we struggle to find activities to entertain ourselves."
>He gestures towards the dark scenery.
>"With that spare time, we took storytelling to its assumed next level. You did not need to imagine the sights and sounds anymore because they were already created. You participated in the story itself instead of looking on from outside."
>You begin to understand, but you're still lost on many things.
"Thou had said sights and sounds. What of the other senses? Hath there been stories that have incorporated smells, tastes or feeling?"
>He smiles a knowing smile back.
>"There's a saying about my particular generation back home. Born too late to explore the moon, born too early to explore the stars."
>You arch an eyebrow.
"Interesting choice of words."
>"Indeed. My generation was born after a period of rapid scientific discoveries and cultural developments. This has caused us to envision the future as a utopia, raised by knowledge and understanding. But that is all we can do: wish. We do not possess the necessary foundations and tools we require to really build it."
"We think we begin to understand. In our life, we've seen this trend before. We think we can start to understand the logic behind all this chaos."
>He directs his attention back to the road with a smile.

>>30058684
>As your eyes follow the road and onto the scenery, you're reminded of the scenery.
>Being caught up with your conversation, you had postponed your original goal of visiting this dream.
>You had hoped comfort Anonymous in his hardships, but instead here you are, being lectured by him.
>Reminiscing, you struggle to remember the last time you had a meaningful conversation with a stallion who actually used words with meaning.
>Come to think of it, you hadn't talked to anypony in a long time.
>You abandon that train of thought before it can continue any further.
"Does thou wish for this dream to end? This does not look like anything anypony would enjoy."
>"No," he sternly puts.
>You frown.
"We cannot fathom why thou would choose to stay, even if for the sake of entertainment."
>He follows your gaze to the towering monochrome buildings.
>"I can see why. Perhaps it's out of a familiar fondness why I would choose to stay."
>He shifts his attention back to you.
>"But I'm not sure why you still choose to stay here. If you could stop this dream anytime you wanted, can't you just leave it or end it entirely?"
>You shake your head.
"Nay, we think it would be best for us be become familiarized with our subjects, even if he is an otherworlder."
>He flashes you a genuine smile.
>"Thank you. I'm appreciative of your efforts, Princess."
"Also, we naught ever seen a colt, or anypony for that matter, dream like this before. This is a unfounded phenomenon in the world of dream. Thou could say... thou piqued our curiosity."
>You were not lying there.
>"That is most flattering, coming from you, Princess."

>>30058693
>"May I ask what it is the males of your world usually dream of?"
>Your canter stutters from the forwardness of his question.
"We've noticed a trend of concern with society and how they fit into it. They would either dream of being with or losing their closest companions and partners. That, and also... certain fantasies."
>He nods.
>"Makes sense. I guess I could say the same for my race."
>You smile, any semblance of unity with Anonymous was welcome.
>"What would you say was the worst nightmare you've seen from a stallion? Was it anywhere as close to this?"
>You don't give an immediate answer, but instead begin to ruminate on your memories.
>Have you ever felt genuine fear, looking upon the nightmares of stallions?
>They imagine the fall of their treasured relationships. The destruction of their social standings. The loss of self.
>Whatever the mind can imagine about these things could never compare to really experiencing it.
"We..."
>Anonymous looks at you in anticipation.
>If you were to tell him what you truly think, would he understand you?
"We cannot say for sure. Although the worst we've seen is an individual losing his herd, job and becoming banished from his town. There was no reason to it, neither. Perhaps a manifestation of paranoia?"
>"Sounds scary."
>His flat-tone delivery made it sound more like an observation rather than an offering of sympathy.

That's it for now, folks. Tune in next time for sexist horses.

>>30058693
>As your eyes follow the road and onto the scenery, you're reminded of the scenery.
Fuck, proper line is "As your eyes follow the road and onto the scenery, you're reminded of your situation."

Fixed everything here: https://pastebin.com/6JeriyN3

>>30058500
>>30058605
There is a story to be written here about what it means to learn to trust, and what a mare (or a woman) would have to do to make this traumatized guy willing to trust her.

>>30058427
>Anon was happily married to a mare.
>Well, not so, apparently -- she was seeing somepony behind his back.
>Anon gets a divorce.
>However, events and situation cause him to look like the bad guy, etcetera.
>Friends don't believe you, police don't believe you, court sides with wife.
>She gets it all in the divorce, twisting the facts to make you the villain.
>Eventually, Anon just fucks off and migrates, washing his hands of those assholes.
>Settles into his new life in the Crystal Empire.
>Truth comes out back in Ponyville.
>Anon's former friends visit and try to reconnect.
>Anon is not interested, and ponies are baffled by his dismissal.

Or

>Anon fucks off and goes to live in the Everfree.
>Makes his hut-residence in the crumbling ruins of the Princesses former home.
>Surprisingly, being alone makes him happy.
>Luna, curious about him and who had sided with him during the divorce proceedings, visits.
>They frequently hang-out.
>Luna feels no pressure around Anon -- no expectations, no judgemental looks, no distrust.
>Meanwhile, back in Ponyville, the truth comes out.
>He also helps her adjust to more modern values.
>Celestia is pleased but baffled by her sudden leaps of progress, but she's been given the cold shoulder by Luna ever since she sided with the mare over Anon.
>Eventually, ponies, including Celestia, not only annoy Anon by trying to mend bridges, but the problem is compounded by an overprotective and possibly romantically-interested Luna.

>>30058769

>RGRE
>everyone sides with the wife

There's an inconsistency here

>>30058427
>Wife cheated
>You found out
>Wife beated (you)
>Friends don't believe you, police don't believe you, court sides with wife.
>She gets it all in the divorce, twisting the facts to make you the villain.
>Your friends stop speaking to you, convinced that you're a wife beater
>Work inevitably finds out about the drama and you get fired

This is RGRE not modern day reality

>>30058684
here is to more train delays

>>30058848
>Friends don't believe you, police don't believe you,
>despite the horseshoe-shaped bruises all over your body

Feels bad, man.

>Word spreads through Equestria of the bipedal giant human known as Anonymous
>The mane 6 hear of this, but since he constantly travels by dirt paths and forests due to lack of funds it's impossible to track him down
>Twilight and the princesses tried sending guards to find him
>Apparently humans don't like being randomly yelled at by royal guards and chased down streets
>Now they know what fight or flight means since a few guards come back with black eyes and he got away
>Luna tried getting into his dreams but Anon either has dreamless nights or dreams of vidya which scare her off
>Finally hear he settled down somewhere and get in touch
>When he arrives it turns out he's already herded up with Suri Polomare, Lightning Dust, and Trixie
>Hijinx and sun hat tipping ensues

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>>30058928
>>30058928
>Twilight sighs in contentment as she sets her fork down. “I don't know how you make just eggs and leftover veggies so good, Spike.”
>As another small bite of your own meal goes down, you can’t help but share the sentiment. The little lizard has gone above and beyond.
“My compliments, as well,“ you start, cutting another small piece with the edge of your fork. “I would not expect a little lizard like you to be so accomplished at a young age..?”
>You trail off and glance at Twilight, who seems to understand your unspoken question and nods.
>The bashful expression on Spike’s face drops as he processes your words, his eyes narrowing. “Hey!” he exclaims, startling you some. “I’m not a lizard, I’m a dragon. Can’t you tell?”
“Erm…”
>Again, you look to Twilight for help, hoping you didn’t just commit some sort of major faux pas.
>You really need to start choosing your words better.
>”Spike,” she starts after meeting your eyes. “Anon’s not even from this world, remember? I doubt he could tell what you are at a glance.”
>As she says that, an odd expression you have trouble identifying flashes past her face. She looks closer at you with a questioning glint in her purple orbs.
>”Well…” Spike starts, his hostility seemingly defused. “Okay, I can understand that, but!” He looks at you sharply. “I’m a dragon, NOT a lizard.”

1/x

>>30058956
“Got it,” you tell him with your hands up and palms facing him, hoping he’ll take it as a disarming gesture.“I’ll remember it. I didn’t intend to offend.”
>The indignation drains from the purple reptile. “Eh. No harm done I guess.”
“That actually brings me to what I wanted to ask you both.”
>Green meets purple as the two odd creatures in front of you look at each other, then back to you.
>After pushing your empty plate to the side, you lean forward and lace your fingers together.
“We’ve already got introductions out of the way, but I’m going to need more information on both your people and this place. Forgive me for being blunt, but I get the feeling that my commissioning a way back to my home is going to be a long and maybe costly affair.”
>Twilight’s mouth starts to open to say something, but you keep going.
“So it’s not unreasonable to assume I’ll be here for... a while,” you tell them, your voice grim. “If I’m going to live and work here until I can return back, then I would appreciate some of your time in the form of an… information exchange. I have a great number of things I would like to know, and I assume you have at least a few questions. The last thing I want to do here is make my stay unpleasant because I accidentally offend someone.”
>Your piece said, you lace your fingers and lean on your arms, anxiously awaiting a response.
>Both the pony and the dragon look at each other, both seeming confused. Then as one, they both turn your attention to you.

>>30058961
>...
>As subtly as you can, you gulp and try to keep keep your breathing even as the large green and purple eyes bore into you with unnatural scrutiny.
>People always say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, but what good do the large eyes do you if the soul you peer into is so confusingly familiar, yet otherworldly?
>You didn’t just offend them, did you?
“Anon…” Twilight starts off carefully, as if raising her voice would cause catastrophe. “I… We…”
>She stops, her gaze traveling along the wall unsurely as if what she wants to say is written there.
>”Wait! You think Twilight is just going to kick you to the curb and CHARGE you for her helping?!” Spike sputters, as if the the very notion is unthinkable. “How did you even come to that?!”
>The young drake seems to have summed up his older companion’s thoughts since her attention returns to you.
>Faced with the small reptile’s accusing face and Twilight’s odd expression you cannot hope to place, you crush the sudden and powerful urge to turn away.
>What did he mean by that? ‘How did you even come to that’, you mean.
>You have to pay for services. It’s as simple as that... Unless the economy here is something you’re not familiar with. With powers such as magic at their disposal, you can’t imagine that Twilight’s people are wanting for anything.

3/x

>>30058968
>Unbidden, old fairy tales of fae, sprites, and other spirits whose blood ran rich with magic comes to the forefront of your mind.
>Sweat dots your brow.
>It’s all stories of said spirits using their titanic power to draw mortals into one-sided deals and monkey-paw wishes for their own amusement.
>Some of the old tales are just magic creatures outright abusing their gifts, delighting in the suffering the unlucky souls who wandered past them.
>None of the malicious creatures could hope to match the godly feat that Twilight claims to have done. What part that the Einstein-Rosen bridge played in everything is unknown, but you’ve seen examples of the magic at work.
>At the absolute least, Twilight can induce anomalous phenomena, which is more than enough reason to be wary of her.
>The small pang of guilt in your chest for keeping your hand in your lap just a twitch away from your Glock fades.
“Unless I’m mistaken, which I very well could be,” you start, breaking out of your dark thoughts, “then usually there’s some kind of payment involved when someone performs a service for you, am I right or no?
>”You’re right…” Twilight murmurs, looking away again.
>You nod, already wracking your brain for a profitable talent where magic is common. Unsurprisingly, you dont-
>”...But I’m not taking any money for it.”

4/x

>>30058976
>-Come up with much. Maybe you could-!
“Wait, what?!” you yelp, tensing your limbs to both run and draw your weapon in one movement.
>If she’s wanting something other than currency…
>A full body shiver runs down your spine. Thoughts that would not be out of place in a Lovecraftian book come to the forefront of your mind.
>The small winged unicorn tilts her head “Anon? What the mat...ter…” she asks, her voice trailing off as her face goes pale, an impressive feat given her fur.
>”No no no!” She shouts, frantically waving her forelegs as her ruffled wings shoot open. “I-it’s not THAT I’m after! Not t-t-to say you’re, um a-ah? B-because you’re very, um, I don’t even… I would never ever force something like that on ANY stallion!”
>A nervous ‘Heh’ finds it’s what out of your throat.
“You sure? I can’t very well fight magic of all things…”
>YOU STUPID FUCK WHAT HAPPENED TO THINKING BEFORE TALKING?!
>Your hostess’ face goes from white to green in an unnervingly human show of illness.
>”A-anon, no… I would never…Especially n-not with magic...” she says weakly, her ears and wings drooping.
>”U-um. Guys?”
>Both you and a still green Twilight turn to Spike, who is nervously wringing the end of his tail in his paws.
>The guilt clutching your chest comes back for a different reason now.
>”Erm… Why don't you go get the girls, Spike?” Twilight asks gently, a reassuring smile blooming on her face. “I’m sure this is something they’ll want to know about.”

5/x

>>30058980
>Spike nods demurely and slides out of his chair, padding away out of the kitchen. A few seconds later, a door with a squeaky hinge opens, then shuts.
>It’s silent now.
>A minute passes, and Twilight doesn't strike you down.
>Then five minutes pass. Your gaze is firmly glued to your own lap.
>”Anon?”
>Your head shoots up, and you can't hold back a cringe at Twilight’s forcefully neutral face.
“I’m sorry.”
>The apology is weak, and to your shame, timid. She doesn't answer right away.
>Finally, she lets out a shaky breath. “I understand this is a lot to take in, and is probably frightening, Anon. I cannot apologize enough for trapping you here, but please.”
>Her face slowly falls into a frown. “Even if you're only implying such… things, don't do so in front of Spike. He’s young, but well read. He understands more than he should, but a school-colt age drake has no business hearing such things. Neither do I enjoy the attack to my integrity.”
>You’ve genuinely overstepped yourself now. Don’t suggest magic torture in front of kids, got it. Easy.
>A nod is her answer, as you don't trust your dry mouth to work correctly.
>Her smile returns. “Thank you.” Just as she opens her mouth to speak further, both you and her jump a little when the sound of the door opening and slamming shut echos through the library.
>”Hey, Twilight!”
>With a *whoosh!* of displaced air so violent that your ears pop, a flying, blue pony enters the kitchen so fast that it may have as well materialized from thin air.
>Wait, FLYING?
>For what seems to be the hundredth time today, you find yourself wondering if your eyes are deceiving you.

6/x

>>30058984
>Hovering around head height is another pony, similar to Twilight in body structure, but totally different in coloration. It’s coat is the same color as the sky on a cloudless day and, ridiculously enough, it’s mane and tail are streaked in the colors of the rainbow.
>But what grabs your attention the most is the fact that the eye-catching pony is hovering with lazy flaps of wings FAR too small to hold it’s frame aloft. You’re no biologist or an expert on avians, but the surface area on those wings…
>Someone would have better results hopping off a roof with cardboard strapped to their arms, or so you think. Were the wings on Twilight not some sort of vestigial evolutionary leftover after all?
>”So I got done with the first Cyclone Rider book and you were right, it was awesome!” The interloper says in a rough, but still feminine voice. “Get’s kinda sappy and magic-nerdy at parts, but I guess you need something between all the action,” she says, setting the book on the table. “Does it have a sequel?” She asks eagerly, tapping the hardback book with a hoof.
>”Erm, Rainbow Dash? I’ve kind of got company...”
>Her name is RAINBOW DASH? Jesus, even with the threat of Twilight unmaking you or some other unholy punishment, you still almost bite out a cutting remark.
>The now named Rainbow Dash follows Twilight’s nervous gaze to you, looking over her shoulder to do so.
>Her mouth drops open into an “O” shape as her interest in her book is forgotten.
>The nearby air is displaced in a rush once again as the flying pony moves so fast that she vanishes and reappears.
>Right in your face, her magenta eyes just inches from yours.
>Instinct takes over.

7/x

What the fuck is with the WE THINK YOUR POST IS SPAM shit? I paid for the good goy pass, Nipmoot. What more do you fucking want?

>>30058998
I think he's taking all the shitposters whinging on /qa/ that green text is cancer seriously.

>>30058998
“Shit!”
>Your chair flies and clatters loudly against the wall with how fast your rise and retreat, hand on your pistol.
>Rainbow recoils herself. Startled, she flies up and out of your reach.
>Her wide eyes then narrow as a frown forms on her face. “Hey pal, what’s the big idea?” she demands more than asks.
>Her chest puffs up as she finishes speaking, making tuft of fur on her front poof out, and you make out what sounds like a threatening trill in the back of her throat.
“The big idea?” you ask, perturbed. “Your face was inches from mine. Did you expect me to react any other way?”
>The rainbow pony’s glare loses it’s edge, a twinge of confusion replacing it.
>”Rainbow, hold on!” Twilight cuts in, her tone demanding. “Let me explain for once BEFORE you fly off the handle.”
>With a displeased grumble, Rainbow lowers herself into the chair Spike had vacated and folds her wings, leveling you with a narrow stare.
>You, meanwhile, hook a foot around the leg of your own chair and pull it back under you, sitting and trying to keep your trembling limbs still as your adrenal glands stops feeding superhuman energy into your system.
>Twilight’s apologetic expression and Rainbow’s slowly falling face tell you that you didn’t hide it well enough.

8/x

Okay, so that last one worked. This whole site is retarded.

>>30059007
Fuck Nipmoot. Why do I have to do like 3 capshits for horsewords?

>>30059008
>A sigh escapes you. God damn these little equines and their ability to make you feel like the bad guy when they’re in the wrong.
>It’s the faces, you silently surmise. The child-like faces of these quadrupeds practically splash neon colors of emotion in each feature you care to name on them.
“Maybe we started off on the wrong foot…” You offer to Rainbow, making her perk up in interest. “Rainbow Dash, was it? My name is Anonymous, or Anon for short.”
>The remaining guilt on the winged pony’s face disappears, replaced with a half-smile. “Heya. Names Rainbow Dash, but you knew that. I’m Ponyville’s weather manager and the fastest pegasus pony alive!” She exclaims, voice brimming with pride.
>So, blue and fast? It’s only your desire to not burn bridges that keeps the Sonic joke on your tongue suppressed. Knowing your luck, it’ll still count as an insult here.
>Her intro answered some questions, and raised others, though.
“The pleasure’s all mine,” you say, trying and remaining pleasant. It wasn’t hard when your space wasn’t being invaded. “I’m sorry in advance if this is offensive, but Ponyville? If your people are called ponies, then doesn't that seem a little…Silly? It’s like if I founded a town and just called it ‘Humantown’ or something,” you say, pushing a little to see how either of the ponies responded.

9/x

>>30059026
>The prismatic pegasus furrows her brows and brings a hoof to her chin, a thoughtful “Hmm” in her throat. She holds the pose for a grant total of seven seconds before shrugging carelessly.
>At the same time, her horned and winged friend’s eyes widen as a grin finds it’s way to her face. Pressure builds and levels out on your strange phantom sense as a quill, an inkpot, and a length of parchment float into the room.
“So your species are called ‘hyomanes’?” She asks, seemingly delighted with the new information. “I’ve been wondering. I’ve got so many questions, in fact!” Twilight says joyfully as her inked quill scratches at the parchment rapidly. “Would you mind answering a few?” she asks, eyes bright with hope.
“Soon,” you tell her, withholding a wince as her look goes from “kid on Christmas” to “kicked puppy” in a split second. “You sent Spike out of find some of your friends, right?”
>The purple pony nods despondently.
“Maybe we should wait for them, just so I’m not explaining this a bunch of times.”
>Twilight mulls it over. “I guess I can wait,” she finally concludes with obvious reluctance. Her floating writing tools settle on the table and the pressure on your sense fades.
>”Say,” Rainbow chimes in, blinking at you curiously. “How do you know Twilight, Anon? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a… Whatever you are before.”
“If I’ve been hearing right,” you begin, sending Twilight a glance, “then Twilight summoned me on accident with magic. More things could be at play, but it’s just speculation right now.”

10/x

>>30059033
>It could have been nothing, but you swear Twilight’s ear twitched when you said ‘More things could be at play’.
>”Hmm…”
>Rainbow takes flight with a single beat of her wings, hovering closer to you, but thankfully not enough that a reflexive swing would catch her.
>”So you’re like an alien, or something?” She asks, her head tilting to the side.
>You give her a simple nod.
>A grin blossoms on her face. “That’s cool. You ever zap bad gals with your zapper? Or ever...” Her grin turns mischievous “Ever probe somepony?”
>”OKAY! We’re stopping that one there!” the redfaced winged unicorn cuts in. “I think you’ve watched one too many cheesy alien flicks, Rainbow,” she finishes, tone accusing.
>Flicks? As in movies? That tells you a little more about ponies, or at least their technological level.
>The rainbow hued pony looks between you and her friend, eventually stopping on her fellow pony. “Twi? What was the point in doing your summoning thing?”
>”I wanted to make friend’s across worlds,” your purple host explains, her whole form deflating. “I thought it would be a jumpstart on my new duties considering I’m the Princess of Friendship.”
>Princess of Friendship? Is that ceremonial title or something? The way she said it seems to mean something more literal.
“But I made a mistake, and trapped Anon in Equestria,” she finishes, looking at the floor with the sparkle in her large eyes dim.

11/x

>>30059044
>Gloom settles over the quant kitchen.
>Rainbow uneasily looks between you and the now downtrodden Twilight, her muzzle scrunched up in an expression you have no analog for.
>Then you can practically see the light bulb blink into being above the hovering pony’s head. “Say, Twi?”
>The ‘princess’ looks up at her now slyly smirking friend. “So you can’t send away what you bring here, eh? How’s about making me a harem of guys?”
>Twilight’s forehead meets the table with an entertaining *Thunk!* and a groan. “Real classy, Rainbow.”
>The pegasus just laughs, but her friend smiles too.

[hr]


“So, earth ponies, unicorns, pegasi...”
>You point up to a long since bored Rainbow, who is doing lazy loops through the air.
“Alicorns...”
>You then point the the smiling purple alicorn.
“... And others, in Equestria the pony nation, lead by princesses of which you are one, on Equis. Did I miss anything?”
>Other than your god damn marbles? Even just a basic look at this world you accidentally found yourself in is absolutely daffy.
>”Nope!” Twilight chirps happily. “It’s a very general rundown of Equestria, but I can explain more as we go. Now we can get to those other questions you had. I’ve got a few of my own, too.”
>A mote of purple light appears next to the beaming alicorn, and with it, the pressure on you whenever she uses magic. The mote pops like a luminescent bubble, leaving a long, floating scroll that unravels.
>...All the way to the floor and out the kitchen doorway, and it’s covered in small font writing.
>Jesus.

12/x

>>30059050
“Did you write enough, highness?” you ask with a raised brow.
>Twilight looks up at you sternly. “Anon, there’s no need for friends to call me by my title. In fact, I prefer if you don’t.”
>You frown at the word ‘friends’, but keep your comments to yourself.
>She turns her gaze downward at the long roll of paper, laughing nervously and looking away as her tail gives a short flick. “I may have gone a little overboard with my list, though.”
>Down the hall outside the kitchen, you finally hear the scroll stop rolling and snort.
“Maybe.”
>She doesn't dignify you with a reply, but Rainbow’s badly muffled laughs above and the inside of the alicorn’s folded ears turning red tell you all you need to know.
>You smile and lean back as much as you can in the small wooden chair, feeling content, maybe even relaxed.
>The mare being poked fun at clears her throat, the extra color fading from her face. “Spike should be getting back soon. The mares he’s bringing with him are both mine and Rainbow’s friends, as well as local heroines with us. Once we get them up to speed on what happened, they’ll play a large part in getting you settled here, Anon.”
“Local heroines, you say?” You ask, interest coloring your words.
>”Local? That’s it, Twi?” the pegasus circling the room in a slow glide asks with an almost offended tone to match her once again scrunched muzzle. “Don’t listen to that, Anon. We’re known all around the world!”

13/x

>>30059054
>Rainbow touches down and rears back on her hind legs, throwing punches at a myriad of invisible aggressors. “Bam, bop, POW! Every time some big-teat wannabe shows up to pull their shenanigans. The girls and me,” she stops to wink one large eye at you, “mostly me, gotta stop them.”
“Gotta stop them..?”
>”Yup.” Replies Rainbow casually, crossing her forelegs as she continues standing
>You lick your dry lips, only to realise that your mouth is dry too.
>”Usually, we can talk down anypony looking for trouble,” Twilight interjects with a frown directed at her fellow pony. “Sometimes, SOMETIMES! We use a bit of force to detain them. After that, we find them the appropriate help for their issues. Even then, rarely do we run into actually dangerous situation. Stop fibbing to the poor hyuman.”
>Rainbow’s face turns sour at being called out. “Yeah, fine. But cool stuff still happens around us!” she insists, falling back to four legs.
>You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. The more you learn and converse with these two, the more you think that some of your fear is unwarranted.
>”~CrimFa~” a voice in the back of your head whispers in malicious glee, bringing you back to full alert at the memories.
>Fuckers…
>The sound of the library door opening jarrs you out of your thoughts before they can drag you down. The squeaky hinge is followed by multiple sets of hooves on wood and the almost missed *pit-pat* of small feet.
>”That must be them,” Twilight says, her already high mood lifting even further. “I’ll go get everything started. Just stay here for a second, please.”

14/x

>>30059058
>The alicorn trots out the room and is meet with a chorus of greetings and lively conversation that lowers just enough that you loose details.
>You steady your slowly fraying nerves with a breath and glance over to the colorful pegasus now hovering at your side.
“Alright,” you start, catching her attention. “On a scale of one to ten, how big of a fiasco is this going to be?”
>”It probably won’t be.” Rainbow says with a shrug. “You’re a cool guy, and I don’t think any of the girls would be willing to put their hooves on you even if they wanted to.”
>Your lips turn downward at the remark, and you file it away for later.
“So it PROBABLY won’t be a disaster. That’s something I guess.”
>The mare rolls her large eyes. “You’re overthinking this, dude. You’ll be fine.”
“Right, sure…” You mutter, unconvinced.
>”For real?”
>You blink when the mare moves herself in front of you, keeping aloft at head height with with beginnings of a scowl on her muzzle.
>”This is probably really freaky, and I… Don't think I would keep it together as well as you are, being pulled away from my life and stuff…” she admits, her frown leaving as she rubs the back of her head. “But don’t sweat it, okay? I promise you that they’ll help out, and they’ll even like you. Even if they won’t, I will,” says, both her voice and expression firm.
>Your mouth drops open as you try and form a response, but your brain just shorts out, leaving you speechless.
>That was… a lot of sincerity.
>”Rainbow? Anon?” A voice calls before you can pull your thoughts back into order.

15/x

>>30059067
>The prismatic pony grins reaches out with a hoof to nudge you.
>Her grin falls a little when you step out of her reach, but it doesn't leave her face. “Comon. That’s our queue.”
>Clenching your fists so hard that your nails would have drawn blood had they been uncovered, you scoop up and shoulder the pack against the wall and follow.
>Each step felt like an eternity. Though each footfall from you made little if any sound even in your boots, it still sounded like cannon fire to you.
>Twilight is powerful. Godlike even if her claims hold true. She’s also in possession of a heart of gold, or profoundly skilled in hiding her true thoughts. Either way, you felt that you could dodge or divert any wraith of hers and keep yourself safe while still working on your arrangement with her. She was just one variable.
>Spike and Rainbow added another layer to it all, but both seemed to defer to the purple alicorn, limiting what they could do. Although each added more complexity to the situation, they are plenty manageable.
>But now you’re about to face four more unknowns in an unknown area with unknown intentions. Rainbow and Twilight may say the new arrivals are there to help you, but can you be sure?
>All it takes is one misstep from either party to bring this whole thing to the ground in a burning heap of resentment and offence.
>Now, Rainbow is rounding the corner to the main library room just ahead of you.
>Out of the corner of your eye, you spy a window set into the side of the hallway. One low enough for you to run through.

16/x

>>30059070
>From there, past the rustic, fairytale-esque town of Ponyville, is a large, dense forest.
>Several hundred yards away, if your eyes don’t fail you.
>Just one good sprint could put you into an element you're far more experienced in. One where you don’t have to play the game of niceties or be around ponies with the power to break the natural laws you thought to be absolute.
>You could have rules you know by heart in there.
>”~And what if the forest doesn't play by the rules, either?~” the voice in the back of your head purrs. “~Can you really survive in there? Evading people is one thing...~”
>The thought stops you.
>This is a different world, and you don't know the rules. Trying to run could get you killed faster for sure.
>You HAVE to take the route ahead.
>Just a take a deep breath, and steel your nerves you sorry bitch. If you can't do that, fake it.
>”Anon?” Twilight calls just beyond the threshold of the foyer.
>Following your own advice, you breathe deep and step around the corner.
>Seven sets of eyes amid a sea of colorful ponies stare you down.
>You stare back, forcing yourself not to fidget.
>Crushing tension grips the room, suffocating everyone and leaving both you and them mute, but it gives you time to observe the supposed national heros.

17/x

>>30059074
>A pink earth pony looks up at you with wonder in her blue eyes, as if your very being boggled her mind. Other than her bright pink coat and the twitches of unspent energy running along her frame, there’s nothing outstanding about her. An itch at the back of your mind tells you there is more to her, however.
>A white unicorn with a curly purple mane and tail is next in line. She stands a bit behind her fellows, seemingly more delicate than them, if her thinner limbs and softer form are anything worth judging. She doesn't seem to keep her attention on any one part of you for too long, preferring to let her focus wander.
>Just ahead of her is the third new arrival, an orange-coated earth pony with the most clothing of any of them, a simple stetson hat. She lacks the soft looking exterior of the rest of her group, and is instead coated in corded muscle that stands out ever so slightly against her skin. She studies you with guarded, but not hostile emerald green eyes.
>The last one throws you for a loop.
>A pegasus with a butter yellow coat and a long pink mane and equally long tail who keeps her timid eyes averted. Her hung head, slight tremble, and spot in the back of the group suggests a passive nature.
>But when her eyes dart up to connect to yours for a split second, she stills, and then transforms.
>Her head rises, her tremble stills, and her stance becomes balanced, but the most prominent change is in her pale blue orbs. What was once an anxious, nervous stare is now filled with profound melancholy, and countless unspoken questions spurred by her unreal scrutiny.
>A tiny amount of pressure pushes on your phantom sense.

18/x

>>30059078
>A tiny amount of pressure pushes on your phantom sense.
>You look away not a second later, decidedly uncomfortable. A second later, the pressure fades.
>Just as it seems the silence with stretch on, it’s broken.
>”Wowie! He really IS tall! You sure you didn’t do your magic circle thing for some kinda amazon kink, Twilight?” The pink one exclaims, looking over to the only alicorn in the group.
>A loud *thunk* echos in the library as said alicorn’s shocked face slams into the floor, courtesy of her falling over. Not a moment later, she scrambles back to her hooves.
>”Why does everypony keep making that joke!?” she cries to the ceiling.
>Your lips twitch.
>Most of them were mute, anyway…
>Like a burst bubble, all the pressure is gone.
>Rainbow, Spike, and the pink one break out into shameless laughter. The orange one smirks and pulls down her hat to try and cover it while the pegasus blushes and paws at the ground. The unicorn...
>”Pinkie, really?” The white unicorn asks, clearly unamused. “Must you make such bawdy quips in front of Spike and our stallion guest? It’s hardly befitting a gentlemare.”
>”Aw comon, Rarity,” the now named Pinkie replies cheerfully, reaching over to elbow the prim pony. “It was funny, admit it~!”
>Rarity purses her lips, but doesn't refute the statement.
>”Aww don't be such a stick in the mud, Rares.” Rainbow says, hovering low near Rarity with a grin. “Anon thinks it was funny. Right, big guy?”
>Fuck you Rainbow. Don't put people on the spot like that!
>You give the pegasus a half-hearted nod but say nothing, making her grin a bit wider and earning you a look of comical betrayal from Twilight.

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>“See? Twi’s perma-virginity is always worth poking at.”
>”And now that she’s a princess…” Pinkie slides in close to Rarity and Rainbow, throwing a foreleg over with the withers of both mares and bringing them close. “She’ll probably have guys lining up to poke at her virginity, if you know what I mean,” she whispers to both deviously.
>Rarity looks away, distaste coloring her face. Rainbow just snickers.
>”Giiirrrrllls…” Twilight whines piteously.
>You bring up a fist to hide your amused smile This is starting to sound like Nito’s old frathouse.
>”If y’all are done making fun of poor Twi here,” The orange earth mare interjects with a badly hidden smirk. “Ah believe we’ve got some introductions to make,” she finishes with a southern twang and a wave of a foreleg.
>Rarity slips out from under Pinkie’s hold and steps forward with her horn lit up in a light blue. Just like with Twilight, but notability fainter, you feel the magic on your phantom sense.
>”Of course, if we’re done acting like school-fillies, I’ll go first,” she says, smoothing down her mussed up coat with a band of light blue magic fitted to her torso. “Mister Anonymous, my name is Rarity and it’s a pleasure to meet you,” she introduces herself with a polite smile.
>Pinkie vaults right over Rarity, landing in front of the startled unicorn with a *thump!*
>”I’m Pinkie Pie!” The pink mare exclaims with a wide, boisterous grin. “If you ever need anypony for anything, come find me!”
>”Names Applejack, hun’.” Says the blonde earth pony with a calm smile. “And what Pinkie said goes for us all, ya hear? Twi and Spike explained everythin’, so we all agreed to help and provide for ya. It ain’t right for a poor stallion like you to be all alone.”

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>Just like with Rainbow, you’re not able to formulate a response right away thanks to just how unexpected the whole situation is. What you actually were anticipating you're unsure, but it wasn’t this.
>Your hand drops away from your mouth, your thoughts finally catching up.
“Uhm…”
>Hoofsteps interrupt you.
>The butter yellow pony in the back of the group walks forward as her friends watch with surprise etched into their features.
>Now at the front, she looks up at you with a serene smile, heedless of the now open gaping at her back.
>”Anonymous,” she starts, her voice soft in the now quiet library. “My name is Fluttershy,” she introduces simply. Her smile grows just a little as she directs her gentle, damningly knowing eyes to yours. “If you ever want to talk, I’ll always have an ear to lend.”
“Uh…”
>Again, you have no idea what to say.
“Thank you, Fluttershy… Thanks all of you, really,” you start hesitantly. “This really means alot to me.”
>’If it’s true.’
>Fluttershy’s smile becomes beaming and her wings open just a bit, as if to envelop you in a downy embrace that stops just short.
>The others tear their attention from their bold pegasus friend to mimic her delighted face.
>Said pegasus blinks and returns her attention to her surroundings, swiveling her head around. “Oh…”
>Her ears and wings fold back as she slowly slinks back into the throng of other ponies with her cheeks flushed pink.
>Odd things, these ponies.

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“I’m not sure how I’m going repay you all…” You tell them, watching as they look between each other and frown in response.
>“Anon, dear,” Rarity begins in a soothing voice as she settles on her haunches. “There’s no need to worry about that. We’re not doing this because we expect to be repaid. We’re doing this because we should.”
“You should, huh?”
>You cross your arms and look towards the ceiling, taking in the rings of the oddly still living tree.
“Why’s that?”
>”Because we’re friends, duh!”
>DODGE RIGHT
>You obey your screaming instincts without thinking, sidestepping just fast enough that a pink blur with outstretched limbs barely misses you.
>So close, that you feel soft fur graze your face.
>Pinkie watches the rapidly approaching wall with wide eyes, slamming into it with an “Oof!” and rebounding with a sound not unlike a rubber ball bouncing.
>She races back past you just as fast, bowling over her friends who didn’t even get the chance to scatter.
>The overzealous pony pops out of her pile of groaning friends, seemingly unhurt. “Why’d you dodge my hug?” she asks you with a curious blink.
>A hug?
>Really?
“I’m not one much for hugs,” you tell her dryly. “Especially if they’re as fast as a runaway train.”

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>The grip in your gun, which you didn’t even realize you were gripping, eases, letting you return to a neutral stance.
>”How about a slow hug then?” Pinkie asks, bounding out of the now untangled pony pile and the others stand.
“Another time…” you lie through your teeth.
>The benefit of the doubt these ponies will get, but the opportunity to pull a fast one on you, they will not.
>The pink mare looks at you, disappointed, but relents.
>Rarity levels Pinkie with a glare and opens her mouth, a lecture probably ready.
>The prim mare stops, however, when a sparkling cloud of ash rushes past her and out the window. “Spikey?”
>More magic? From Spike? Why didn’t you sense that?
>She, rest of the mares, and you turn to the young drake, who looks imploringly at Twilight in sudden shyness when he notices all the attention on him.
>The alicorn clears her throat. “I just had Spike send a letter to princes-”
>Twilight cuts herself off, seemingly embarrassed. “Erm, to Celestia, explaining the situation and asking for insight on a solution and some expedited citizenship papers.”
>Your eyes widen without you meaning to. Citizenship papers? You can only assume that those are for you. Does Twilight intend to give you the same rights as a citizen of Equestria?

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>>30059114
>Already, you had no choice but to follow their laws, seeing as how breaking them would be counter productive to ANYTHING you wanted to accomplish. More than once you had heard of shady 2nd class citizen visas and everyone knew how illegal aliens of any nation were used without the protections offered by citizenship.
>You could have tried to pull the sovereign representative or diplomat trick and make a grab for benefits without being tied down, but the chances of backfire and repercussion made that a gambit at best.
>”I also asked for a possible ambassador spot for Anon, since he is technically representing his entire species. I don’t see why she’d refuse.” Twilight adds on with a smile and a nod.
>...
>You just pinch the bridge of your nose and count to ten. Letting out your breath, you look down to the still brightly smiling Twilight.
“Twilight, shouldn’t have…” you say only half sincerely. “I’m sure you have normal channels for this sort of thing, and I could have done it the normal way. You’re already doing so much for me.”
>Her smile morphs into a stern line. “Yes, you could have done this the normal way, but I’ve already promised to take responsibility for what happened here. I ripped you away from your home, Anon, to a world you admit is unfamiliar and scary through both words and actions. Some ponies might even say that what befell you is a fate worse than…”
>She trails off, but the word doesn't need to be said to be understood.
>”I swear, Anonymous.” she says, violet orbs blazing and voice full of authority. “I will make this as right as I can. This is my fault, and I owe you more than I think you or anypony realizes.”
>A shiver runs up your spine. From her words, or the sudden charge of magic pressing down on you, you don't know.

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>The princess takes a deep breath and the serious setting fades along with the weight in the air, letting everyone breath easy again.
>”Alright, Ah figure we’ve had enough of the serious stuff,” Applejack says, breaking the silence. “Hows about a conversation a mite more lighthearted?”
>”I’d be down to chill,” Rainbow chimes in, taking flight and hovering over the group in what seems to be a norm for her. “We haven't just hung out in a while.”
>”Sounds great to me!” Pinkie says with a happy hop. “I got a feeling that we’d be making a new friend in need of some cheering up today, so I made an extra special spread and saved it. Lemme run back to Sugercube Corner and get it!”
>The bouncy mare takes off in long, leaping bounds, exiting the library and taking off beyond what you could see from the windows with haste.
“She could ‘feel’ that someone was coming today?” You question Rarity with a raised brow, the mare having found her way to your side.
>”Don’t ask, darling,” she says, placing a hoof on the top your your boot, making you resist the urge to kick it off. “It’s just a Pinkie thing. You’ll understand eventually.”
“Eldritch nonsense, got it,” you reply, understanding.
>The diamond marked pony gives you a confused look, but doesn’t question your words.

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>”Well, it is right around noon, so Pri- Celestia, is probably going to take some time to reply since day court is in session,” Twilight outwardly muses, tapping a hoof on her chin. “I certainly don’t see any harm in taking some free time.”
>Both Fluttershy and Applejack just agree with simple nods.
>Twilight’s horn lights up, and in flashes of light, several of the tables and chairs in the foyer transform into a trio of large, cushy couches the same color as her coat around a wooden coffee table marked with the same starburst insignia as the one on her flank in the middle.
>Worn down from the last few hours, you don’t even try to freak out over the magic taking place, and just take it as it is.
>You can bug Twilight about it later. Now, some much needed relaxation.
>Taking the initiative, you shoulder your pack and stroll up to one of the pieces of luxurious furniture. Then you sit just far enough from the right side that you can reach your Glock in its holster if need be.
>You let out a pleased groan as you sink into the soft cushions, your pack slips from your fingers, dropping a few inches and coming to a rest against the side of the couch.

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“I did not even realise how tired I was…” you mumble.
>The couch cushions sink again just a bit as a smiling Rainbow Dash takes the spot next to you.
>The others take other other pieces of furniture, able to fit three apiece comfortably without bulk like yours there.
>You just look at the ceiling as idle chatter starts around you, mind blissfully empty for a few moments.
“Equestria, huh?” You say under your breath. “Could be worse.”
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