Incestuous Relationships Thread

>>30696169
>69
Nice

"Like what?"
>"Y-You know. THEM?"
>You give your lil sis a quizzical look
"The pillows in your chest?"
>She gasps
>"They are not pill-"
>You grab her "chest"
>"-LOWS!"
>Her cheeks shoot to a hard light red
>You grab them, shake them a bit to loosen the cushions from her bra, then reach up her sweater and grab the pillows
>With a couple quick flicks, you pull out two small-ish throw pillows
>Your little sister is still blushing, now grabbing her marginally smaller chest as you drop the pillows and begin to walk to the sink with your hands held out
"Don't know what guy you are trying to impress, but trust me, he would have noticed it too."
>She mutters something as you wash your hands, having been in CLOSE proximity to your sister's body
>What you don't see later is her too washing her hands, but for completely different, stickier reasons.

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>>30696193
kek

>>30696193
> as you wash your hands, having been in CLOSE proximity to your sister's body
If I were her, I'd be offended just by this.

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>>30696169
Holy shit

>>30696169
Ya fucked up the pastebin op...

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>>30696169
> Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/
Well, this is not entirely wrong, but

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>>30696193

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>>30696169
>http://pastebin.com/
>Little to work with in the prompt.
Truly, we're off to a great start.

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>>30696297
Uh... Fuck.

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>>30696169
>You and your dad were eating breakfast downstairs whilst your stepmom was still in bed and Fluttershy was taking a shower.
>"So."
"Mm?", you ask, mouth full.
>"When are ya gonna impregnate your sister?"
>You spit take your cereal back in to it's bowl as you look to your dad incredulously.
"What the hell, dad?!"
>"Hey, I'm just being direct with you. Isn't that what you wanted when we got in to this? To be a more honest family?"
"'Honest'? Really? I didn't think you'd mean this!"
>"Look son, I've been in love with your stepmom for the past three years and I've seen the way you look at Fluttershy."
"Come on! What the hell?! You meaning to say-"
>"Yep. Thought I'd make thing easier for all of us by doing this."
"That's disgusting!"
>"What's disgusting?"
>Fluttershy makes herself known peeking from the staircase wrapped in only a towel, leaving a lot to be seen with a lot of leg and a hefty amount of cleavage - breasts desperately seeking to pool out over her grasp of her hand keeping the towel wrapped around her.
"W-We were just talking-"
>"-About how nice it was after the wedding ceremony was over."
>"What was 'disgusting' about it?"
>"I was just telling your brother here about how me and your mom-"
>And just like that, Fluttershy was running back up the stairs, beet red.
>"That should do it."
>You decide to stay quiet just in case someone else decides to come down and resume with eating your breakfast, eyeing your dad cautiously.
>He just gives you a devious grin.
>Dirty old man.
>"A-Anon! Uh, I need some help?"
>What was it this time?
>Your dad just signals for you to get up with his eyes and go see what's the matter.
>Resigning to your role as older brother, you get up out of your seat, placing your spoon back in it's bowl.
>You knew dad liked to pull a food prank every now and then, but you weren't feeling hungry anymore.
>Up the stairs you go.

>Turning a corner, you see your sister still clutching on to that towel around her, just standing outside of the bathroom.
>Avoiding directly look at her, you ask what the problem is.
>"I-I seem to have... misplaced my clothes?"
"I'll go get 'em for you."
>With a sigh, you make your way down the other end of the corridor towards Fluttershy's room.
>Looking slightly back in her general direction,
"May I enter?"
>"Yes, go ahead."
>You enter her room.
>It was in a relatively tidy state and you find that she's left her clothes just on her open window sill.
>Silly girl.
>Doesn't she know that she should be more careful about keeping her clothes there with the window open?
>Reports had been surfacing of a thief who'd been going around, stealing garments from people's houses after leaving openings for them to climb in through.
>She'd better take more care of herself and you'd better instruct her about maintaining her own safety.
>Carefully making your way over, you crawl on to her bed to reach the window sill and grab the pile of freshly clean clothes.
>Just then, you hear the door creak open behind you.
>"Ah! Sorry!"
"There's no need to be standing outside the door. This is your own room, after all."
>"R-Right. Excuse me."
>Rolling your eyes, you make your way off the bed and approach your still, towel-covered sister.
>Looking away, you hold out the pile towards her.
"Here. You left them on your window sill."
>"Ah. Thank you."
"You know, you really shouldn't be leaving your window open all night - or at all whenever you're away from your room."
>"Nngh, I... I know. I just like the breeze... that comes in at night. It helps... freshen up the room."
>You hadn't been paying attention but you'd soon glance over at your sister to find her having dropped the towel exposing herself as she began slipping on her fresh clothes in front of you.
>You feel like your eyes are bulging out of their sockets.
>She'd opted to go for bottoms first and was struggling to pull up her pants.

>With her leaning down, you could only watch, fascinated by the breasts that were freely swaying and jiggling lightly to and fro, backwards, forwards, side-to-side.
>"Nngh... could you... nngh! Give me a hand?"
>Snapping out of your daze, the shock seems to be taking over quietly.
>She still appears to have her mind focused on getting those tight-fitting yoga pants on.
>"I just... wanted to get some stretching exercises done before I went out for a morning run... but, nngh! I-I can't seem to get these on...!"
>Slowly, you find yourself making your way behind her.
>She had placed the rest of her clothes on the floor just in front of her as she continued to focus on those pants.
>"Just... just grab the back for me... and pull them up."
>The only thing she'd managed to get on her before was her panties.
>A light pink with darker, circle patterns with the face of a teddy bear on the back.
>She'd barely managed to get the pants up to her thighs.
>"M-Maybe I'm just getting to big? N-No... that can't be it..."
>You take the waistband of her dark blue yoga pants and try to stretch them outwards, pulling them up, slowly curving around her ample figure.
>"Th-There we are! Thanks!"
>Letting go, the waistband snaps in to place, sending a jolt up her body that made it jiggle slighlty.
>"Ooh!"
>Your brain had been long gone on vacation at this point as your boner had taken over and pressed itself against the fabric of her yoga pants and crevice.
>She turns around to see what it was and finds you standing there, looking completely dazed.
>She casts her gaze down and realizes her chest had been exposed this entire time, which had her glowing a beet red once more.
>Her gaze travelled further and met your twitching erection, concealed beneath your pants.
>This only caused her to glow even brighter red, eventually steaming and losing control of her legs, slumping down to meet it at eye level.

>Her switch had been flipped.

>She presses her face in to your crotch and take in a deep breath of what little scent she could pick up on.
>Raising her arms to grab the waistband of your pants, she does her best to find the button and zipper to open and unzip to make taking them off that much easier.
>With one arm, she slowly pulls down your pants whilst the other finds it's way going up your shirt, caressing your body.
>She presses her face deeper as her eyes roll back and saliva begins to pool up and over her lower lip.
>The scent you were giving off was overwhelming to her.
>Your pants coming down alongside your underwear, the very moment your dick started coming in to view she was right up in your business, licking and sniffing rapidly at every little bit of it as it was gradually growing more and more exposed to her.
>You'd lost the battle of reasoning as your mind decided to pop back in for a visit as it just took off upstairs to watch the action from a display elsewhere.
>You'd began caressing her hair, pressing your hands against her head and feeling her wet, silky hair cling to you, the pink strands only making her face and expression pop out more to you.
>Your erection, having been fully freed from it's prison, was promptly sucked in to Fluttershy's throat as the insides of ger cheeks rubbed against your length.
>Your length continued to travel as it got even bigger down her throat.
>She took you to the base and just like that she pulled herself off, leaving a long strand of saliva connecting the two of you.
>With her other hand up your shirt, she slowly stood up and pulled you over to her bed.
>She released her hold of you so she could shimmy herself on her back, laying horizontally across her bed with her feet hanging off the other side in the space between the bed and the window sill.
>She lowered her head over your side of the bed and reached out to grab you.
>You approach to find her hands grasp at your hips, pulling you in as you find her wild expression grow further.

>Mouth opened wide, she welcomes your length with a rough entrance, yanking you as far in as she could pull you without you toppling over her.
>You felt yourself hit the very back of her throat as your sister struggled to keep you in.
>You could feel the foam bubbling up as she pushed you out of her to take a breath.
>With a loud gasp for air, she quickly yanks you balls deep back inside her waiting throat as you grasp at her legs to find some semblance of balance.
>Instead of pulling you all the way back out, she pushed and pulled you in and out of her in short, rapid thrusts.
>The sensation was undescribable.
>Your body was beginning to take over in the motions as strength built up from within as your felt your thrust get wilder and wilder with abandon.
>Fluttershy didn't seem to mind in the slightest.
>She downright seemed to be enjoying it from the crazed expression you could barely make out from her struggle to keep you inside her throat.
>The mess she'd make from foaming and puking would be immense, but not a single time did she want to stop.
>You'd finally blow your load down her throat as she swallowed as much as she could.
>Pulling out slowly, the full mess came out like a fire hydrant.
>She'd gasp for air as large bubbles formed around her mouth from the foam.
>Once she had enough air to breathe and send oxygen back in to her brain, she'd send little flicks of her tongue against your dick to clean it up.
>The floor and the side of her bed, needless to say, was a mess.
>Once the two of you had more of a chance to collect yourselves, neither of you let any despairing thoughts sink in as you had both long since fallen in to the depravity of it all.

>She spun herself around on the bed and rolled over on to her belly, looking back at you with her messy face.
>Wiggling her jiggly butt at you, you lurch forward, reaching for the yoga pants.
>Grasping at her crevice, you rip the fabric around her mons pubis and upwards, exposing her sopping wet pussy.
>You clamber on top of her and assert your dominance, pressing your newly-energized erection full-length in to her depths, her insides clinging and sucking you inwards even deeper until you reached her cervix where you would be spending a lot of your time pressing up and kissing against, seeking entry.

>Your dad was right.
>Why hadn't you impregnated her yet?

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>>30696521
captcha: through hills

>>30696169
>"Anon, my friends say my breasts are too heavy. Hold'em in your hands for me and tell me how much you think they weight. No, I don't believe you, try again. One more time. Okay, I think my sweater is throwing things off, so I'll remove it. Now try again."

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>>30696521
My dick says thank you.

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>>30696169
As much as I like a nice Sluttershy, those knockers look way too big.
I like them this big, desu.

>>30696581
And I also like her head of human size, not weaboo insectoid alien-size.

>>30696521

>step-siblings

Doesn't count as incest

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>>30696656

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>>30696521

>>30696705
>Claiming a fact as an opinion.
Were you born this stupid?

>>30691719
"Fucking necromancers..."
>your fighter died last night
>he'd been with you for years, it wasn't fair for him to go down like that
>you step through the gate in front of your house, unlock and open the front door
>At least I'm home
>Sweetie's on the couch in here nightgown, watching some saturday morning cartoons
>"Morning Anon!"
>the sun is barely up and she's as awake and chipper as ever
"Morning, Sweetie." you reply as dejectedly as possible, heading into the kitchen
>"What's wrong?" she asks, picking up on your mood and following you into the kitchen
>you come your dad's booze cabinet, grab a bottle of vodka and two shot glasses
"A good friend of mine died last night, Sweetie."
>Sweetie doesn't say anything as you fill the two shot glasses
>tiny arms wrap around your waist from behind you
>"I'm sorry, Anon. Are you ok?"
>you turn around and kneel down to return her hug
"I'll be fine, Sweetie. Just give me a bit."
>"Okay... What are you doing with dad's drinks? You know we're not supposed to drink those."
"Pouring one out for my homie, Sweetie." You stand up and turn back towards that glasses
>"What?"
"Go watch your cartoons, Sweetie."
>she lingers in silence for a few seconds before walking away
>you grab a shot in both hands and hold them out in front of you
"You were a better man than I'll ever be."
>you quickly down one shot and pour the other into the sink
>it burns
"RIP in peace, Throgmarius."
>you place the glasses into the sink and put the vodka back in the cabinet before heading upstairs to your room
>getting back into bed sounds awfully good right about now
>as you open the door to your room, your ears pick up the sound of snoring
>the room is dark, but the faint glow of the still on television is enough the illuminate things for you
>Rarity is curled up in your queen-sized bed, cuddling with one of your pillows and drooling

>>30696935

>D'aww
>guess she stayed up late playing, and decided to just crawl into my bed when she was done
>it cant help but bring a smile to your face
>you pull out your phone and record about 20 seconds of her snoring and drooling
>you know, for perfectly legit reasons
>certainly not black mail
>you plug your phone into its charger and strip down to your boxers
>gently, you tug the pillow out of her arms and put it next to hers
>almost immediately, her arms begin looking for something to latch onto
>she whimpers when she doesn't find anything
>climbing into bed, the second your back touches the mattress, her arms are around you, pulling you closer to her
>you just let her do her thing
>Rarity has always been like this
>she had some bad nightmares as a kid, and your parents had let her sleep with them almost every night
>now she can barely sleep at all without a big stuffed animal or something to hold
>kind of a cute quirk, but kind of sad too
>she gently rubs her cheek against yours
>you decide to wrap your arms around her and return her affection
>"Mmmm..."
>she seems happy
>you feel bad for bailing on her, she just wanted to spend time with you
>if you had stayed, Throgmarius Boulder-Balls would still be alive too
>as you drift off to sleep, you decide you'll make it up to her

>you open your eyes, but you can't see anything
>something is covering your face, and you feel preassure from your torso down to your thighs
>it's dragging itself up and down across your body
>whatever it is, it's quite soft, and smells of vanilla
>you reach out with your right hand, trying to feel out what this thing is
>righty fumbles around towards your thighs for a bit before landing on something soft and smooth with an audible smack
>"Ah!~"
>the rubbing becomes more intense, and more focused towards your groin
>it is at this point that you become aware of your throbbing morning wood
>because something wet is vigorously rubbing against it

>>30696946
>...
>oh
>ooooohhh

"Uh, Rarity?"
>no response
"Rarity?"
>rubbing intensifies
>there's a preassure building in your loins
>shit, you can't handle this much longer
>being the degenerate you are, you actually want this
>rarity is one of the hottest girls and school, and you can't even try because she's your sister
>you want nothing more than to roll her over and paint her insides just as white as her outside
>but this just feels wrong
>she's your sister, you can't take advantage of her, not like this
>if she found out, she'd never forgive you
>your find her shoulders and gently lift her off of you
>you face had been firmly entrenched in her sizable breasts
>one of her nipples is threatening to slip out of her nightgown
>sliding out from underneath her and gently lowering her down, you grab some sweat pants and make for the shower
>just as you make it to your door, Rarity lets out a whimper
>you turn around to see her eyes clenched shut, her mouth in an anguished frown
>she's shivering
>despite the fact that she was trying to make you cream in your boxers a second ago, you can't help but feel a pain in your heart seeing her like this
>she's like this because you left her
>you grab your pillow and gentle nudge her with it
>she grabs it right away, clutching it tight
>you lean down and push her long, luxurious skin away from her face
>her frown has been replaced with a small smile
>softly, you plant your lips on her forehead and whisper to her
"I love you."
>her smile triples in size
>That's better
>you watch her snooze as you back out and quietly shut the door

>>30696952
>darkness
>you don't want to open your eyes
>ugh
>the pillow must have slipped out of your hands again
>why are you cold?
>something nudges your arm, and instinctively you grab it
>it's the pillow
>it smells like him
>you cradle it, just like you did to him when you were younger
>a hand brushes the hair from your face
>soft lips are planted on your forehead
>"I love you."
>a door closes
>stifling tears, you open your eyes to an empty room
>you curl up, attempting to squeeze the pillow as close to you as you can
"I love you too."

https://pastebin.com/hxDNVZ7T

Here's my new paste if anyone missed last thread and want's to read it. Once again, I'd love to hear any constructive criticism or concerns. Hope you guys enjoy.

>>30696974
I love it. Are we going to see more?

>>30696987
Yeah, it isn't over yet. I'll let you know.

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>>30696952
>you lean down and push her long, luxurious skin away from her face
Spooked

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>>30696995
Jesus christ. I'll make sure to work on my proofreading.

>>30696995
>ywn tell your sister you love her even if she doesn't have her skin

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>>30696169
>TFW no older nerdy sister.

>>30697086
Unf

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>>30697086
>Moondancer will never want her little brother's dick all to herself.
>She will never tell you how she wants to have a family with you.

>>30696169
It's milking time.

>>30696995
>When your sister needs her moral compass readjusted

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>>30697198
>Moondancer and Anon are alone for the afternoon
>Moondancer "forgets" that her brother is around and sits around the house in her underwear
>When she gets "caught", she throws on her sweater and acts all flustered and panicked
>Said sweater barely comes down to her waist and doesn't cover her panties at all

>>30697285
>Moondancer runs into a wall in her haste of trying to run half clothed to her room
>"You ok there, Urkel?"
>'A-anon!'
>"'M-me'! That's you. That's what you sound like, nerd."
>'..I didn't think you were home.'
>"You never leave your room so I'm not surprised."
>"Going out to smash for the night, tell mom & dad I've got a designated driver an shit. Don't have too much fun with your gay vietnamese flipbooks, k?"
>'...I w-wish you'd smash me, big bro.'

>>30696512
Fucking link your posts together you savage.

That guy draws every character with the same body and face

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>>30697344
Dennybutt?

>>30697344
For a show that uses the same character models between the mane six and swaps out wings and horns between them with the only differences being manes, tails and eyes, are you really surprised?

>>30697385
Oh my god, they're all colour swaps.

>>30697344
Ponut Joe?

>>30696169
>ScorpSamefaceDK

>>30697419
OP's pic

>>30697403
I'm watching RSS of this DA account for a year and it's all she draws. Having someone's mouth closed on her arts is like Christmas. I cannot stop laughing even after a year, and people still pay for that.

>>30696510
wait, from that context, is she a stepsister?

by the way it's a good idea to link posts together so it's clearer which ones go together.

>>30696594
>Weeaboo
hey, don't blame us. we like our heads big. it's the anti-weeb crowd that's been shrinking them
>>30696656
true but still hot and a great fantasy

>>30697521
Then don't blame them for liking big boobs.

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>>30696946
>boxers
cmon, Anon. get with the program

>>30697554
Do not rush, pipsqueak, the big fish takes its time.

>>30696952
kawaii

>>30697110
"Moony, why are you wearing just a bikini top?"
>"That's how they do it in Europe, right? Oh dung, did I get it backwards again?"

>>30697483
just because there aint no variety doesn't make it bad. You get the same big mac at every mcdo- okay bad example, but you know what I mean

>>30697524
Wasn't me. I never begrudge anyone their oppai even if I prefer me some pettanko

>>30697594
Burget does not pretend to be different. Dennybutt pretends, but she cannot even draw different face expression

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>>30696521
She's not actually related to him by blood, so does that mean he could legally marry her? But at the same time, they're legally step siblings. But no blood relation.

Hmm.

>>30697679
Think of it as an upgraded relationship than a downgraded incest relationship.

You no longer have the blood chains binding you, you are free!

>>30697666
This artist specifically claims to be making different faces?

>>30697707
Doesnt drawing different characters imply at least different facial expressions? At least once in a year?

>>30697714
No, it doesn't. again, the show.
If this artist chooses to make sameface and the face looks good (I don't terribly like it) then your only complaint can be opinion-based. there's no factual violation

Is Frosty dare I say, dead?

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>>30696974
daww

>>30696974
>>darkness
Imprisoning me
All that I see
Absolute horror
I cannot live
I cannot die
Trapped in myself
Body my holding cell

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>>30697716
> again, the show
In the show Pinkie and Dash always show open and tall poses, and Fluttershy always keeps feet closer, looks towards the ground and rarely even opens her mouth. That has nothing to do with idiotically smiling clones in the same 3/4 rotation with bent foreleg pose. Not to mention they can (ohmygod) look in different directions. Just look what she used to draw, don't you find it indefinitely more alive than this 2 weeks old group drawing couple of replies upper?

>>30697753
I have neve rnoticed any of that. anyway, the toys.
I'm not denying for one second that some people dont like things being identical, I'm just saying it's a thing. it's not laziness (well it is in a flash cartoon or toys, but not in hand illustrations, since it's actually hard to keep things consistent)

>>30697780
If it is unclear, I apologize: I do not give a damn about flash animation assets they use, I just have concerns about facial expressions that even third-rate paper-waisters do better. In dennybutt's arts, not in the show.

>>30697810
yeah and I think these faces are fantastic. they are all the same, and I don't like them, but objectively that's fantastic art

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>>30697586

>>30697873
I agree, what she draws the same she perfected. Still seems bummer, some of commissions were fantastic back in the day.

>>30697753
>Male pony
>Tiny human-style glasses
>Mane looks exactly like a human hairstyle (as opposed to a human hairstyle modified to fit like a horse's mane)
That's the artist's self-insert OC, right? I remember finding a guy on derpibooru who had one. His OC shared the same name with his account name, it was super muscular, and almost ever picture that featured him involved his OC fucking at least one mare. When I hid his self-insert, his gallery pages shrunk from 7 to 3, it was hilarious.

>>30697829
>"Why aren't y-you at home filling my w-womb with your cum, Anon?"

>>30697829
>>30697955
>You will never paint big sister Flutters' walls white while you almost suffocate between her tiddies.

>>30697829
What the fuck are those legs

>>30697990
DAMMIT ANON

QUIT POINTING SHIT OUT AND RUINING PICS

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>>30697953
That's a commission, so probably it's customer. And half of mane styles in the series are same designed too, just take the human wig and place it on a horse. Rarity, Inky Rose, Scootaloo, you name it.
Yes, this is known sort of amusement I sometimes dive into.

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>>30696521
>pictured doxys fluttterslut while reading
All of my nut

>>30697829
>90% tights and 10% calves

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>>30697829
>>30697955
>>30697977

>>30697990
>>30698007
Fluttershy was in a car accident.

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>>30697110
>>30697586
"M-Moony?!"
>Your sister glances over at you, looking disinterested.
>After a moment, she turns back to her game on the TV.
>"Keep it down, Anon. You're distracting me from killing this boss."
>Without looking away from the screen, Moondancer reaches down to her lap and casually scratches her bare privates.
>"What's your problem?"
>What does she mean, what's your problem?
>That should be immediately obvious.
>You shouldn't even need to bring attention to it.
"Y-you," you stammer, trying not to stare at the shock of hair (thankfully) covering up most of her cunt, "You kinda forgot your pants, M-Moondancer."
>Moondancer pulls a confused face and pauses her game, and then looks down between her legs.
>"No, I didn't forget."
>Fuck you.
>She looks up at you with a rather careless or apathetic expression.
>If eyes could shrug...
>"It's hot, so I decided not too wear any."
"Oh."
>Welp.
>You mean, that sure is an answer.
"And you don't see anything wrong with that?"
>Moondancer grabs her controller and unpauses her game.
>"You've seen way worse in porn, Anon."

>You are Moondancer
>Anon didn't freak out when he saw your bits, so you're already way ahead of schedule.
>You just have to go without your pants every day for a few more weeks, and then you'll be able to get away with full nudity without pushing your brother too far and making him freak out.
>Convincing Anon to fuck you is going to be a cakewalk.
>For once, those faggots on your favourite imageboard didn't give you shitty advice.

>>30695477
In case anyone missed it, here's the paste for my last story with Dash and her brother.

https://pastebin.com/mqU80Eaf

Boy, what should I do next...

>>30698086
>For once those faggots on your favourite image board didn't give you shitty advice

I fucking love these threads.

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>>30698112
F L U T T E R S H Y

>>30698086
What's phase 2?

>>30697990
BabyLegs Bambina.

>>30698112
>>30698119
I'm always down for some big titty Fluttershy.

What happened to the Veteran Spitfire idea?

>>30697953
eh, I vastly prefer humanhaired pones.
tinyglasses a shit though

>>30698136
Forgotten? Pretty sure someone said they were working on it.

>>30698038
>Fluttershy was in a car accident causing how foot to be amputated.
>Anon has to help her around and remind his sister she is still beautiful.

>>30697990
perspective.. the bed is a LOT bigger than it looks

>>30698136
I never heard it? What is it about?

>>30698086
I love the idea that it was our idea

>>30698164
>Wounded combat vet spitfire gets shipped home
>Big/Little brother Anon is the only one there to take care of her
>Spitfire struggles to deal with her wounds/PTSD, feels alone
>Spitfire and Anon develop feelings for eachother

>>30698123
Phase 2 is initiating intimate physical contact. Imagine a pantsless (or naked) Moondancer sitting as close to Anon as possible, or leaning into him while they're sitting together. After that's it's just a matter of sitting on his lap and wrapping his arms around her bare stomach.

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>>30698320
I like Phase 2

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>>30698164
>Big sister Spitfire was in the air force top of the academy, but while she was deployed her fiancé wrote a dear Jane letter telling her that he found someone else.
>Spitfire and her squad nicknamed The Wonderbolts were sent on a bombing run, but she and the squad were shot down by heavy AA fire when she landed shrapnel got in her leg.
>Everyone died except for her giving her survivor guilt.
>She was rescued and had emergency surgery, the doctors took most of the shrapnel out, but had to leave the rest in to prevent further tissue damage.
>She needs at least two years of physical therapy to walk on it again without a limp.
>Anon who just graduated high school now has to take care of her.
>Spitfire loves her brother, but the fact that she used to be the top of her class and now needs help to even go up or down the stairs is demoralizing for her and the PTSD causing her drink.

>>30698348
Anyone got a coin for the jukebox?

>>30698348
I could see her wearing that thing backwards and claiming that she thought that was the way you wore it. She'd take those knot tassels (if they were longer) and drape them over her nipples.

>>30698332
f-fug

>>30698356
I do so love when there's a spot of caring-for-someone to give you some naughty times
rehabilitation and demoralization are a little sad though, I sort of prefer 'arms in casts, someone has to help you undress and relieve pressure via masturbation'

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>>30698332
>Big sister Flutters will never notice you having morning wood while giving you breakfast in bed.
>"Oh m-my Nonny you should of told me how full you were, I won't mind if you move my panties aside and p-put your cock between my cheeks so you can feel better."

>>30698437
>between my cheeks
nah senpai
other hole

>>30698448
>her labia are so puffy she calls them cheeks

>>30698458
>can completely envelop your dick between her vulva

>>30698510
>you will never be labia vored

>>30698510
>can only see your cockhead sticking out between them, pressing up against her clit

>>30697829
Braaapppp

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wew laddy

>>30698356
This needs to be a full green.

>>30698356
This reminds me of a green about a crippled Dash in a wheelchair that was being taken care of by her brother. It was in this thread a long time ago. Anyone still have it?

>>30698356
If nobodys going to make some greens for this can I at least get some pastebin links.

It looks like a good read.

>>30698690
There is no greens based on this yet.

>>30698356
>>30698422
>>30698607
>>30698690
I'm tempted to try it since I actually have a little bit of experience in the military, but I still have to finish up this Rarity green on top of something I want to start for another thread.

Maybe sometime in the future.

>>30698715
It would be nice to have some accurate info in the greens.
Go for it I guess.

>>30698715
Finish the Rara green first, but don't rush it, then work on the Spitfire green.
Remember:
Quality > Quantity

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>Middle of an unusually intense winter in Anon and Moondancer's house
>Record low temperatures
>Their part of the country isn't prepared for this, and freezing pipes are being reported left and right
>A pipe bursts in the right above Moondancer's room, ruining the ceiling and parts of the floor
>Parents don't know how extensive the damage is or if it's even safe for her to sleep there
>Parents volunteer Anon's room for Moondancer to sleep in
>Anon and Moondancer awkwardly share a bed
>Each take a side of the mattress and put a pillow between them
>More often than not, they still wake up spooning each other
>Anon is ashamed at how much he enjoys it when he wakes up to find his sister with an arm clinging to his chest and a leg draped over him
>Moondancer gets just a little too excited when she feels Anon's morning wood poking her in the rump

>>30698735
I won't rush it. Like I said, though planning out something kinda big for another thread, so don't expect anything soon.

>>30698743
good, gooood

>>30698743
>Moonie also likes to grind her butt on Anon's morning wood while he sleeps.

>>30698743
>Moondancer says that it's too hot under the covers when Anon is there
>Proceeds to remove her pajama bottoms and starts wearing only a shirt and panties to bed
>Not long after, Anon (as awkwardly and unsubtley as his sister) says he also feels too hot and ditches everything but his underwear

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>>30698529

>>30698529
Fluttershy's soft, cottony, tufty pink pubes!
bushy and long but almost transparent

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>>30687702
>Walking deeper into the complex, you eventually delve past the reach of daylight, relying on torches on the walls for light.
"Mother, did I mishear, or did you say 'they'?"
>"I did."
>Adjusting her robes to sidestep a rock, your mother allows you to catch up, patting you on the head.
>"The family elected to send a pair of sisters, as they are close in age."
"Wait, so, will they... at the same time..?"
>Your aunt breaks into an amused giggle behind you.
>"Heh, this should be interesting..."
>Damn it all, does she not have better things to do?
>You reach a large door, decorated with centuries-old engravings, telling stories of past events that took place inside this ritual room.
>"Not to worry, my dear Anon. Your safety is guaranteed at all times."
>As if that's your concern.
>You're more worried that the tales of your impotence will end up engraved on the very door you're facing.
>But your mother had already made your predicament highly public, so how much worse could this get?
>A pair of guards push the massive door open, allowing you to walk past.
>The room buried deep underground, the air is cool and damp, lit by a central fire along with some burning torches along the walls.
>Walking near the center where a large chair stood waiting, you attempt to look as regal and authoritative as possible in front of the audience as you sit down.
>Though the audience in this case is meant to be you, the pressure of rule is ever-present in any venue.
>Two young girls, not much older than you, stand hardly clothed in your view, wearing only light silk garments along with some jewelry.
>Having fair skin as well as long, jet-black hair, you notice they carry themselves well, perhaps the result of their noble upbringing or their beauty.
>Or both, probably.
>Regardless, they're almost certainly going to leave disappointed.
>You've gone through this often enough already to know that this isn't going to work, but your mother insists that you keep trying.

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>>30699935
>"*Ahem*, to reiterate..."
>Your mother clears her throat, standing tall over you.
>"As stated in the royal decree, whoever is first to awaken the young pharaoh's desires will receive the honor of being his first concubine."
>You really wish she didn't have to read this aloud every single time. You can sense your aunt behind you, snickering at the scene.
>"You will both share that honor, should you succeed. Any method is permitted, but..."
>Here it comes, the one part you can't get used to.
>"...be mindful that touching your pharaoh is an act of desecration. Do so, and this room will be your tomb."
>The confidence melts off their faces really quickly.
>It was bad enough that your mother released this humiliating decree to the entire populace, but this was on another level of callousness.
>The girls sent to test their luck always assume they'll be given an exception to the no-touching rule, only for your mother to threateningly reinforce it right in their faces.
>Not exactly the optimal environment for an erotic performance.
>You weren't about to allow their execution in the event of a misstep, but overruling your regent was an uncomfortable prospect to say the least.
>Luna walks forward and leans on the other side of the chair, resting a hand on her chin with an amused grin on her face.
>"No pressure."
>Through monumental effort of your own and probably some divine assistance, your face only betrays a single twitch of your eye, while your insides are filled with despair.
>The only reason you put up with this is because of the stories you've heard from after your father's premature death.
>Apparently having a toddler ascend to the throne was a recipe for unrest.
>And apparently your mother's leadership, young as she was herself, was the reason you lived through those turbulent times, so you're more inclined to trust her than not.
>"You may begin."
>The duo nervously exchanges looks, before stepping forward.

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>>30699968
>They start with a coordinated belly-dance, reminding you of the other reason you put up with this.
>Once the show starts, the unfortunate context of the situation always seems to diminish in importance for the time being.
>There's no denying the funny feeling in your stomach once you notice their hands carressing each other in their wild dance, at least.
>Your trance is broken by your mother's head invading your periphery, leaning down to stare at your bare crotch, her rack brushing your shoulder.
>Stealing a quick glance to your other side, aunt Luna seems to be enjoying the show more than you.
>Your eyes falling to her chest before returning to the duo, you imagine her in that dancing outfit, and that weird feeling returns in full force.
>Worse yet, you briefly mentally substitute the two girls for the women by your side, and suddenly your breathing hastens.
>All the signs of the coming of age are present in this moment, as described in detail by your tutors, but still, the last piece of the puzzle is missing.
>Your damn gardens simply keep hanging.
>Cold sweat starts forming as a frigthening thought hits you.
>Could this be a curse? Is your kingdom doomed to an era of strife because the gods saw fit to render you impotent?
>You gulp, suddenly finding it difficult to focus on anything.
>Hands forming fists, your eyes begin darting around the room.
>Maybe you should just name some distant cousin as your heir and throw yourself into the river.
>"Alright, enough."
>Your aunt's voice resounds throughout the room, surprising everyone in it.
>You most of all, upon seeing the serious look on her face.
>"Guards, escort these harlots back to their carriage and dismiss yourselves."
>Your mother raises her hand in protest, speechless at the intrusion.
>"Luna, what are you..?" She pauses, reading the atmosphere.
>Resigning herself to the order with a sigh, the guards are waved away, leaving the three of you alone in the room.

Might as well get some angst out of the way since I picked this edgy namefag handle for some reason.
More soon.

>>30699968
fun fun fun
>>30699992
but... if theyre doing it together, how do they know who ...

>>30700019
It's having an effect on me not the least of which because I haven't felt bonerastic in like 48 hours and i've been having fluctuating hormone issues. every time i wake up and the huevos are grapes, i just panic. they turn back to meatballs in the morning but it's worrisome. i miss my pubes.

>>30698743

>’It looks like this is going to be a record-breaking winter Amanda, with a high chance of heavy snowfall-‘
>Ugh, you hate winter.
>If it wasn’t blazing hot in the summer then it was freezing cold in the winter.
>’That’s right Arthur, I’d like to remind our viewers to take it slow on the roads the next few days-‘
>You huddle tighter in your blankets as you listen to the news.
>”Has Hell frozen over yet, bud?”
>Without looking up, fearing your blankets might fall, you answer your dad who was likely standing in the doorframe to your room.
“No, not yet. Almost there, though.”
>You both started to laugh when suddenly a loud *crack* stopped the two of you in your laugh-tracks.
>”Wonder what that could be-“
>Then the sound of shattering glass made him rush out of the room.
>You can hear him stomp over to Moondancer’s room, open the door and shout, ”Aw shit!”
>You jump out of bed, wrap your blanket around you like a cap, and follow Dad.
>When you finally get a look into your little sisters room, you gasp as you see a giant white pile.
>”I knew I should have just gotten rid of the damn skylight!”
>Getting closer, you reach out to touch the huge pile of snow that fell through the roof.
>Then a hand shoots out of the pile and you yell in horror as it latches onto your wrist and pulls you.
“Dad! Help!”
>He rushes over to you and grabs the hand trying to drag you into the pile of white death.
>With a mighty heave he pulls on the offending limb and a body comes out of the icy cold pile.
>Dad suddenly pats your back and grabs your shoulder.
>”Nice job, son. I thought Moony was in the bathroom, if you hadn’t screamed like a little girl I might have left her in there!”
>You wince at the compliment before Moondancer stands up and presses herself into your blanket.
>”S-s-s-s-so c-c-cold…”
>She stares into your soul with pleading eyes and you fight the urge to-
“Get in here before I change my mind.”

>>30699968
>>"...be mindful that touching your pharaoh is an act of desecration. Do so, and this room will be your tomb."
>>The confidence melts off their faces really quickly.
brutal

>>30700082
>You wrap your arms around her and shield her from the remorseless winter air that poured through the hole.
>And you instantly regret it as the ice on her skin touches you and turns your veins icy.
>”T-thanks, Anon.”
>You could feel her huddle her head onto your chest like a baby penguin.
>Glancing between Dad and the broken skylight, he points to the roof.
>”That’s like a foot of snow on the roof and I’m not ready for a snow siege, let alone try to replace that thing in the middle of one.”
>He scratches his head and looks at the snow.
>”Anon, could you clean up your sister? I’ve got to get this snow out before it fills up this entire room…”
>You nod and look down and see Moondancer still shivering in your arms.
>Leading her to the bathroom you give her your blanket.
>”Anon?”
“Yeah, Sis?”
>”Could you h-help me change?”
>Now you feel more awkward than cold.
>”Just help me get out of these pajamas, I’m FREEZING.”
>She leaned down to the sink and opened a drawer full of panties and bras.
>You never knew that drawer even opened, it looked more decorative than anything…
>Dropping the blanket she formed a t-pose.
>Her pajamas were wet all over and you couldn’t help but shield your eyes.
>”Hurry up before I get hypothermia!”
>You reaches for her chest and start unbuttoning her top, when you reach the final button she turns around allowing you to pull it off of her.
>She undid her bottom and let it drop to the floor and you put a hand in front of you to block the sight of her changing.
>Then a knock on the door made you jump and a voice called from the other side of the bathroom door,
>”Anon, your father asked if you could share your room until he fixes the skylight, could you?”
>You sigh and respond with a, “Yeah, Mom.”
>Moondancer suddenly pulled open the door, blanked wrapped around her, and left.

>>30700089
>You spent the rest of the day laying on the couch, Moondancer was probably in your room laying on your bed trying to get warm.
>And every minute you dreaded having to share a bed.
>The idea of spending the night on the couch was pretty tempting but you realized freezing on the couch was worse than being warm and awkward.
>Besides, you’d be asleep, so it wasn’t going to be THAT bad…
>Finally your heavy eyelids get the better of you and force you get up from the couch and head to your room.
>Moony was laying there, reading a book.
>She looked up and glew bright red.
>”Going to bed?”
>You nodded and went to the other side and laid on your back.
>She threw your half of the blanket over you and sank into her own half.
>Both of you were staring at the ceiling, trying to resist the urge to turn to face each other.
>She broke first and looked over before looking back up.
>Then you broke and glanced at her before looking back up.
>”I guess I’ll do it, then.”
>She grabbed her pillow but you stopped her before she could pull it from under herself.
“No, no, I’ve got it.”
>You slip out your pillow and stuff it between both of your waists.
>For an extra layer of safety, you turn over and face away from her before putting an arm under your head.
>It’s difficult at first, but eventually you fall asleep.

>Damn it, you can’t sleep!
>Anon keeps shifting in his sleep, the blanket didn’t cover a small sliver of cold air from hitting your side, and it was starting to get bigger the more Anon pulled the blanket over HIM and took your half!
>You’re going to have to make a compromise.
>You turned to him and saw him lying on his back with his mouth open and asleep.
>Scooting closer to him, you take out the pillow separating the two of you.
>It was just for one night, until Dad could fix your skylight…
>Just one time.

>>30700097
>Raising your thigh over him you press yourself into his chest again the same way you did when he chose to shield you from the cold.
>The cold air from before vanishes as you dig deeper into the blanket to get closer to him.
>Now you feel…Content.
>It’s really warm, HE’S really warm.
>You actually don’t mind this.
>But just one night!
“Just one… *yawn* night…”

>Something was stopping you from getting up.
>You look down and see Moondancer wrapped around you, her leg over your own and her arms wrapped around you.
>Was it getting hot under these blankets, or was it just you?
>Her breathing was slow and deep and was soothing, in an odd way.
>She smiled while she was sleeping, far away in her dreaming.
>You lay your head back and give in to this strangely sweet surrender.
>Gently pushing your head into hers, you nuzzle her hair.
>It feels like you could get lost in the moment for forever.
>And you realize that you need to treasure this moment spent with her.
>No, not just this moment, every moment with her is a moment you should treasure.
>Your eyelids begin to feel heavy but you don’t want to fall back asleep.
>Before, what you would consider awkward and uncomfortable, feels so right.
>You don’t want to close your eyes, worrying you don’t get to take in this warm moment with your lil’ sis.
>You don’t want to miss a single bit of it.
>And then you are lulled back to sleep.

>>30700109
I really wanted to make something comfy and so I hope I accomplished that.
Lewd soon.

>>30700019
How soon is soon?

>>30700121
super comfy and a very fun scenario. one i've read on asstr from time to time.

>>30700121
You definitely got my feels all warmed up.

Soon as in tomorrow. I hope.

>>30700121
Nice to see another writefriend here. Hopefully the Rarity and Moonie greens are not the only ones you make.

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>>30700109
>tfw can never imagine myself in such a position because I'd be a fucking horrible bedmate

>>30700174
fuck why'd you have to remind me of that. i roll constantly

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>>30700146
>Hopefully the Rarity and Moonie greens are not the only ones you make.
I am insulted, sir.
I put a lot of love into the Sunsis Shimmer green from the last thread, too!

>>30700198
I didn't know you made a Sunset green. Do you have a pastebin for it?

>>30696169
Why Fluttershy tits triple G size?

>>30700213
https://pastebin.com/dX1yLdBH
I got you senpai.

>>30700217
M E G A M I L K

>>30700228
Thanks man.

>>30700235
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=99qbst8qj0s

>>30700217
>>30700235
>Not wanting a big breasted Flutters.

>>30700265
who are you quoting?

>>30696169
>>30696315
>no mother/daughter incest
Utter shit general

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>>30700265
>Not wanting a big breasted lactating Flutters you can milk
Fixed it for you

>>30700278
There's been a tiny bit of that. i could go for more

>>30700278
>incest

Still more sane then dating random ass people to spend the rest of your life with.

>>30700280

why i'm okay with Big Tit Flutterys than Pinkie with gigantic tits?

>>30700298
Right? I've always been disgusted with the dating game.

>>30700307
People used to know their neighbors and fellow villagers better than we know our family members now. it's no surprise.

>>30700275
Sorry I accidentally added you.

>>30700278
Well there was an idea of Velvet helping a sexually frustrated Twilight before school starts.

>>30700336
That would go nicely as a story that goes either back to back with or back and forth with twi doing the same with her son

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>>30700121

>>30700228
Oh, shit, that was you? Nicely done, friend.

>>30700307
>>30700311

Why incest taboo in the US?

>>30700307
Why can't one of my anime romantic partners be my curious little sister with a crush or my lonely (but still young) mother who tries to tell me that I'm the only man she wants in her life? It just occurred to me that you didn't mean dating sim games when you said "dating game".

>>30700359
because the free love crowd inexplicably don't approve of it despite it being every bit as harmless as the things they defend.
Also because america was a young country, full of notorious bumpkins, and despite having more genetic diversity than most of the rest of the world, still needed to do something to boost their ego by looking down on others they considered more inbred.. that's why literally only US has a big problem with cousins.
as for why it's wrong in general, god said so. but it's low on the priority list, and obviously sometimes it's unavoidable. He handed that rule down at a time when the israelites were at severe risk of inbreeding, remember

>>30700306
I think both are very likely
>Big tits work for Flutters because of her motherly instincts and features.
>Big Tit Ponk works because all the candy and sweets she eats go to her tiddies and ass, but because she is so energetic and off the wall her body stays in good shape.

>>30700376
There's plenty of sister dating games, right? But yeah, that's why greentext is fun. It's like WRITING one of those games

>You're running late for school. As you hurry to the door with a piece of toast in your mouth, your slightly drunk mom Pinkie suggests you just play hooky today, as she needs you to take care of her instead
>What do?

>>30700413
Drunk in the morning? That actually sounds like a lot of fun. I'll put that on my list of things to do before I'm 30.

>>30700425
I was gonna say sick and I thought maybe drunk was more fun
maybe it's a bit of both. she thought a swig of cotton candy schnapps would help take the edge off of her flu

>>30700413
>mom Pinkie

Plow her of course.

>>30700411
still better than big titanic tic Twi, Big and Loose Rarity, and Still and Hard AJ.

>>30700400
Did people in the US married their cousin till the early 20th century?

>>30700400
>inbreeding
how dangerous is inbreeding.

>>30700465
A few here and there, then they started getting slammed for it. FDR got off, but Charlie Chaplin didn't. I have to imagine it felt a bit like now, where standards change overnight but everyone insists on acting like they have always been that way and disagreement is unthinkable

>>30700472
Pretty damn dangerous if done consecutively.

>>30700472
Depends how many times in a row you do it, and what is or isn't in your gene pool
As some people have pointed out: that royal family where everyone had hemophilia? They would have no matter whom the queen bred with.

>>30700475
>disagreement is unthinkable
see presidential election 2016

>>30700413
>>30700425
>"Sorry Nonny *hic* the girls and I were having so much fun last night."
>You can see that since six of her friends are on the couch or the floor sleeping.
>The bacon haired one is running like a horse in her sleep.
>Wat.
>"An *hic* And since it's Friday, I figured why not let my sweet boy play hooky so he can play his games then have him help his mother and her dear friends sober up then reward him with some 'playtime' with one or two of my friends joining us."

>>30700490
it made me think of this.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l-dPFSAmFTw

>>30700490
>comical sproing sound and trombone notes

>>30700490
which sex is better sober or drunk?

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>>30699935
>>30699968
>>30699992
ud rea, ud sura rea
ji rea, ji bara rea
mu rea mu sura rea
ud ul nijdue pa ed'aba
ud ul nijdue mi zid dugga'aba
esh kalammaka ninda shu'aba
shurinna kalammaka nijtab ak'aba
an kita badabara'aba
ki anta badasurra'aba
mu namlu'ulu baanjarra'aba

>>30700490
YES

>>30700477
like your offspring could live for ten years and then keel over?

>>30700490
couldn't I plow them just the way there are?

>>30700511
depends if you're talking about the man or the woman
>>30677520

>>30700518
no. like you might all have a recessive disorder like your blood doesnt clot or you develop cataracts early and need lens implants
however, outbreeding doesn't give you much better odds on these. due to the utter dysgenics in the last century or so, largely due to fuckups going too far the other direction and being dicks about it, you're gonna end up with one or another debilitating problem

>>30700526
Did Robin Williams meant the swimming pool or the Billboard?

>>30700490
Green please my dick demands it.

>>30700526
>It's like playing pool with a rope
Life comes at you fast.

>>30700533
>blood doesnt clot or you develop cataracts early and need lens implants

worst than Aids.

>>30700607
>Not wanting built-in contact lenses directly inside of your eyeballs so that you no longer need glasses, AND your cataracts are gone
It's like you hate being happy.

>>30696521
>You have spent the past year or so living with your stepmom and Fluttershy.
>It turns out that your dad had been caught by an undercover investigator having been involved in a drug ring.
>Shortly after, him and your stepmom broke up and since you had no other relatives, you were in her custody.
>It was around this time that Fluttershy had been four months pregnant with your child.
>Despite the shock of it all, you stuck with her and made sure that you would stay by her side - forever and always.
>Your stepmom accepted the relationship between you and her daughter relatively quickly given she grew to trust you over time helping out around the house and knowing her daughter's tendencies was relieved that there was a man around the house that could tend to Fluttershy and make sure that she wouldn't go flittering off with some man living on the streets.
>She'd made sure after your dad was taken away to sit the two of you down in the living room for a talk.
>She cautioned you more than ever that it was important that the two of you stayed together and advised that you'd take the more active parts of your love life to a room away from any space she would otherwise occupy throughout a normal day.
>Though you wouldn't be able to have proper sex with Fluttershy for a long time throughout her pregnancy, her lust and hunger for you grew tenfold.
>You couldn't facefuck her like you did the first time you clashed since a lack of oxygen would be detrimental to the wellbeing of the baby.
>So your only option was anal - which the both of you had grown used to.
>She didn't quite get off to it as much as she did her other holes and so it effected you in turn knowing that.
>When she went in for an ultrasound with you a while back, the two of you found out that she'd be having a baby boy.
>Ever since, she's been whispering suggestions about how your child is going to have to live in an environment with the two of you going at it like animals.

>You can't wait.

>>30700637
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MxJDobrrOYA

>>30700656
Legitimate question: do people IRL have much of an issue with step-siblings getting together? Because they're the product of two completely different marriages and aren't related to each other by blood. Like, if people have a problem with incest, then it makes no sense to think it's weird that you're fucking someone who can only be considered your sibling by law.

>>30700679
Mmm, peanut-butter aids.

>>30700583
English isn't your first language, is it

>>30700697
I don't understand why they have a problem with step-siblings.

>>30700637
Yeah the problem is A) eye surgery sucks nards (the worst is the gluey eyedrops that sting) and B) you lose your ability to change focus, so get used to reading glasses and say goodbye to doing anything small without magnification.
Unless you choose the kind that can focus, which are unreliable and don't correct your need for glasses (i was told I wasn't a good candidate for those)
also, massive expense. half of it's not covered by insurance even if youre flat broke.

HOWEVER they have just discovered that cataracts are caused by a hormonal deficiency, and they're rolling out hormone eye drops soon that cure them like magic, so.. yeah my kids won't have to worry. I wouldn't have either if I hadn't fucked up my hormones

>>30700697
Only if they were raised together from when they were little, and only because USUALLY that's enough to keep you from being interested
that and leftover "ohnoes if they're in the same house they might fuck!" paranoia that means nothing in this day and age

>>30700744
Stop ruining my fantasies of being a magic eyeball cyborg with your facts.

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>>30698157
Great idea, but maybe with a different girl...

>>30700770
The future is synthesized biochemicals and DNA modification, my good man. Metal and plastic are fun but flesh doesn't really go well with it.
>>30700783
Awwww I would a pegleg scootaloo. I'd make all kinds of teases about her stump or getting a leg up on the pile
and she would know I loved her

>>30700793
>You will never protect your little cousin Scoots from bullies that call her peg-leg Scooty.

>>30700815
nah you just teach her to think of all of that as kindness and gentle ribbing
that way even if there's a legit insult, she just smiles and gives them a gentle rib back, and makes friends

>>30700019
I don't know that I've ever seen a green where Anon was actually impotent before.

>>30700840
that hanging gardens remark was really funny at first, now it's kinda sad

>>30700656
>>It turns out that your dad had been caught by an undercover investigator having been involved in a drug ring.
why
why this

do you people have daddy issues or something
it seems like the father in these stories is always dying in some horrible way or is some irredeemable dirtbag

>>30700783
>>30700815
>TFW no qt peg legged tomboy cousin.

>>30700656
>>Though you wouldn't be able to have proper sex with Fluttershy for a long time throughout her pregnancy
What? Why the hell not? Just because she's pregnant doesn't mean you can't fuck her. In fact it's probably better for her if you DO.

>>30700815
That's when you dress up as pirates for Halloween. And whenever the mood takes you.

>Since she has a real peg leg, she gets to be the Captain.
>Captain Lootaloo, scourge of the Seven Seas
>You're the First Mate

>And as a First Mate should, you acquired for her a gloriously fabulous feathered hat.
>All pirate Captains have to have a fabulous hat, it's in the guidelines.

>Soon, that Captain decides to take some liberties with her big brother
>What kind of First Mate would you be if you turned her down?
>That booty won't plunder itself.

>>30700934
>Older brother.
>Not cousin

>>30700656
>>and make sure that she wouldn't go flittering off with some man living on the streets.
Grade-A wife material right there. It's good to know that Anon can trust the mother of his child not to go out into the streets and fuck a random man, as long as Anon is there to service her.

>>advised that you'd take the more active parts of your love life to a room away from any space she would otherwise occupy throughout a normal day.
What the fuck does this even mean?

>>30700336
Unfortunately, it was just that, an idea

>>30700900
It's kind of hard to have a good time incesting if your dad's around. That's either his wife or his daughter you're trying to fuck around with. He's not gonna just let that happen

unless you have a dad like the guy in Kiss X Sis, but even those are stepsisters so his eagerness to see his son plow them isn't special

>>30700903
>You catch her screwing around on your computer
>Meh, you're not ashamed of it. If she sees all the skinny loli porn you have, maybe she'll feel flattered. The incest stuff won't hurt either
>Wh.. why is she crying?
"Scoots, what's wrong?"
>"You've got a thing for girls' feet, don't you."
"Uh, yeah. That's the one you're focusing on? I mean-"
>she sticks her prosthetic in your direction, showing her superior flexibility "I've only got one! Best case scenario I'm 50% less appealing to you than other girls!"
>You then spend the rest of the night massaging her other foot and assuring her you like her just the way she is

>>30700920
The authorities are extremely mixed on this, but almost nobody says "eh it's okay". It's either good for them or very bad for them, or first the former and then the latter during the last 3 months.
Either way what few people say but what is undeniably true is that DURING childbirth it's important to stimulate her as much as you can. Painkillers, lubrication, the whole system is just made for making childbirth easier. Coital pleasure is its secondary function

>>30700934
>Lootaloo
yo-ho!

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>>30696510
>>"When are ya gonna impregnate your sister?"

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>>30700490
You need to not get my dick so hard that I get distracted from my original green. Please.

>You didn’t bother to look at the time.
>You already knew you woke up late, because you sure never woke up early.
>Walking into the living room, you’re met with a familiar sight, smell, and noise.
>Several women were laying strewn about the living room, all of them looked like they’d just keeled over and died.
>The smell of alcohol and some other odd scent made you cover your mouth and nose in disgust.
>And groaning, snoring, or light giggling was the only audible signs of life left in them.
>”Hey, sport~”
>A pair of hands grab your shoulders and hold on tight, you don’t dare try to push them off because they felt like they belonged to a professional athlete.
>”How about you *hic*… help me out with a little morning exercise, squirt?”
>Her breath reeked of alcohol and you turn away politely.
“Sorry, but no thanks.”
>She pressed a finger on your chest and tried to move it up seductively but it fell as she went limp onto your shoulder.
>”C’mon, you’ll have fun-k, I phromise~”
>From the corner of your eye you see another pair of hands but this time they’re on the athletes shoulder.
>She suddenly starts staggering towards the couch and falls over it and onto the cushions with a, “Whoa!”
>”Nobody touches my cinnanon bun, huh baby?”
>The new hands coil around your head and pull you into a two pillow-y mounds and hold you there.
“Mom…”
>”Momma Pinkie ishn’t letting you go until you shay the magic…*hic* word!”
>You sigh and push her away.
“Please?”
>She lets go and stumbles back, stops herself, and boops your nose.
>”That’ll doOo~”
“Mom, you’re still drunk.”
>She throws an arm around your neck and drags you over to the kitchen before pointing at another woman vomiting into the sink, one of her friends holding her hair up for her.

>>30701322
>”THAT’SH drunk, I’m mererely pretending to be drunk…”
>She giggles before sitting on one of the stools at the kitchen counter.
>”Help momma sober up, honey bun?”
>You turn around and open up one of the cabinets and grab a giant bottle labeled “Pinkie’s Ice Bucket” and open it for her.
>She reaches in before you can take out any for her and takes out a few white pills before throwing them down the hatch and chasing them down with a glass of what you hope is water.
>Mom shivers as whatever was in the pills works its magic.
>Suddenly she slams her head onto the kitchen counter with an “Owie” and a groan.
“Mom?”
>She reaches out and yanks you to her with one hand and give you a peck on the cheek.
>Putting her arm around you again, you help her off the stool and she leads you back to the living room.
>”Hmm. Who’s the prettiest one here? Out of all of them?”
>You look at all the middle-aged adults in the room.
>One of them had frizzy red and yellow hair and seemed like she was teetering on the brink, facing an abyss.
>Another had a hat covering her face and was without a doubt snoring, asleep on the couch.
>Then the woman from earlier was laying on the couch, groggy and groaning.
>You were almost certain one was in the bathroom, vomiting their brains out.
>The two at the sink were preoccupied, the one with glasses swapping places with the pink haired one.
>None of them seemed to be in their finest moment.
>And none of them certainly seemed in any way appealing.
“Probably you, Mom.”
>You feel your face get hot as you realize what you just said, then something pulls you into her face again.
>This time, you feel her lips connect with yours and she gives you a more passionate kiss.
>When she finally pulls back with a “mwuah!” she looks at you with a big smile.
>”That’s my boy!”
>She scans the room, looking at all of them.

>>30701325
>”Pick one, I’m serious! Pick one you really like. Or the best one out of all of them. Or least vomitty.”
>You give them all a glance over once again.
>Did you really have to choose?
>Of course you did, Mom always made you do this after every party.
>”If you really like –just- mommy, then that’s ok. Picking me is a little cheaty.”
>But something feels different. Off.
“I don’t know, Mom. What’re you going to do?”
>She chuckled and waved a hand at you.
>”Who do you want to help get sober first? I don’t have enough ice-cubes for everyone!”
>That makes sense, you think.
>You nod your head to the one Mom pushed over the couch.
“She’s not too bad, I guess.”
>In truth, you kind of wanted her out already.
>But at the same time she seemed like she’d be very nice if she wasn’t absolutely smashed.
>Mom moseys over towards her room, pulling you by the collar of your white t-shirt.
>Now something was REALLY off.
>Normally you were forbidden to go into her room, it was one of the things Mom was REALLY defensive about.
>She’d let you get away with just about anything EXCEPT going into her room.
>As she pushed you in, your eyes were met with pink.
>Just pure pink.
>Pink curtains, bed, dresser, everything.
>This was the definition of Pink as Hell.
>”Dash! Get your ass back here!”
>You can hear someone stumbling over the couch, running through the hall on their way and *slam* the door open.
>”Yeah, Pinkie? What’s up?”
>Mom grabbed her by the vest and led her over and threw her onto the bed.
>You could hear her as she leaned in and whisper-yelled,
>”You’re gonna show my son a good time, Auntie Dashie, don’t you mess this up for him!”

>>30700109
D-did you just write out bits and pieces of I Don't Want to Miss a Thing?

>>30701328
>She sat on top of Dashes belly with her legs supporting her so she didn’t squish the drunk underneath her, Mom then took you by the hands and led you closer to her.
“Mom?”
>She pulled you in for another deep kiss and stroked your head,
>”SHhh, you’re gonna enjoy this.”
>Mom reached down and held her legs up, revealing the blue panties they hid.
>”Go ahead an pull ‘em off! Consider this me making it up to you.”
“Making it up to me? For what?”
>”Missing school, duh! Now go on, I think she’s waiting…”
>You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you lifted up the cloth all the way to her feet and tossed them aside.
>Next, Mom pulled apart her thighs for you.
>”Go ahead and drop the pants, big guy, you don’t have to wear underwear if she’s not!”
>Whatever’s making your heart race is making you unbutton and drop the clothes and you take a moment to soak in what Mom was doing for you.
>”Is he big? I forgot my lube at home-“
>Mom turned around, mouthed something to her friend, and turned back to you.
>”C’mere, this is my favorite part.”
>She pulled a small bottle out and dabbed quite a bit of clear syrupy liquid onto her hand.
>She reached down and wrapped that hand around your stiffness and began to rub, the cold liquid sent a shiver up your spine before a nicer feeling took its place.
>”Does that feel good, buddy?”
>You bit your lip and nodded as she coated the entire thing with the liquid, being extra thorough at the tip which made you moan against your will.
>”I bet it does, who’s a good boy? Who’s a momma’s boy?”
>Suddenly she removes her hand and rubs the rest of the liquid against her friend’s mound.
>It was her turn to moan and the sound of a girl moaning made sure you didn’t lose any vigor.
>She brought her hand back to your tip and pulled with a gentleness you didn’t think was possible for someone so hungover.

>>30701331
>Leading you gently and slowly, you finally find the patch of warm flesh that caused her friend to moan.
>Mom leaned into your ear and began to whisper orders,
>”I want you to push inside her, try not to finish too fast. If you do really well we can try something special after. Really go at her, OK?”
>You nod quickly, wanting to hurry and thrust inside of her already.
>”She can handle it, make Pinkie proud.”
>A surge of warmth runs through your body as you slipped yourself into Dash and the two of you let out moans of pleasure.
>You reached for Dash’s thighs, but the angle of your hands felt odd.
>Pushing into her as Mom wanted, you start to feel a pressure build as more pleasure waves through you.
>Maybe that’s what Mom meant by ‘try not to finish’?
>Trying to find a better grip, you try several different spots before Mom guides you again.
>”Here, try holding onto me.”
>She brought your hands to her hips and your hands finally felt snug.
>Then she pulled your head to hers and you began to kiss, this time her tongue pushed into your lips and you couldn’t find the will to resist and let her in.
>The taste of alcohol and something sweet was strong as the two of you pushed hard into each other’s mouths but not as hard as you pushed in and out of Dash
>Looking down, you could see Mom using one of her hands to rub against or finger her own entrance.
>Every so often as you drilled into Dash, Mom would pull away and whisper nothings,
>”Fuck her harder, I want to feel you from on top of her.”
>”Don’t look at her, look at mommy, I’m the pretty one remember?”
>”You can do better than that, stuff her full of batter!”
>To which you always moaned, “Yes Mom”
>Finally you couldn’t hold in the pressure and felt something hot and sticky shoot out of you and into Dash, she cried out in pleasure with a loud, “Oh YES~!”
>Then the exertion hit you like a hangover hits Mom and you fell forward and onto her.

>>30701334
>You sank deeper into Dash as a result but also landed with your head over Moms shoulder.
>Her hands coiled around you in a warm embrace.
>”That’s my little cinnanon bun, warm and creamy~”
>You felt so out of breath, too out of breath to respond, or move.
>Slumped over her, she reached a hand down and pulled your length out of her friend with a *Shlrk* and pulled you on top of her.
>Feeling concerned about Dash, you glanced over and saw she had slid over to the other side of the bed and was breathing just as heavily as you.
>”Do you think you have enough left for Mommy?”
>You wanted to nod so badly even though you couldn’t, to make her happy, so that she wasn’t left out.
>Closing your eyes, you smiled as two dots connected in your brain.
>You really were like your mom, in that regard.
>”Maybe after a little rest, you did really, really, really good!”
>You shook your head in defiance and tried to push yourself up but got nowhere.
>”Aw, that’s my boy. Here, I’ll do it for you.”
>She rolled you off of her and sat on you.
>Her hand reached down and teased you flaccid length, reviving it.
>”My son’s no quitter, is he?”
>You let out a drawn out sigh and shook your head again.
>”Hmm~ Good.”
>You watched as she positioned herself over your now erect member and felt the same pleasure as before.
>This time, however, it seemed to be more drawn out and longer as she slowly sank your tip and shaft into her.
>She leaned over you and pushed her lips onto yours one last time, much more passionately and lovingly than before.
>Her hands slithered down and gripped yours, and the two of you interlocked in the ancient ritual of handholding.
>She rose up your shaft and then plummeted back to your base, you feel the same contractions you felt inside Dash when her own pressure became too much to contain.

>>30701325
>sobering pills
is.. is that a thing? do they make you randomly slam your head on things every time?

>>30701337
>After a few minutes, Mom threw her head back and moaned, “Anon” as her insides tighter around you and squeezed out the last bit of seed you had.
>You could practically feel each drop she milked out of you, seeping into her and getting lost in her own warm fluids.
>Mom laid on you, not even trying to pull you out of her.
>Then you looked into each other’s eyes, smiled, and laughed.

That's it. No more getting me erect and making me post at 11:50 PM
Back to our Moondancer story tomorrow, probably later in the day.

>>30701329
Maybe.

>>30701346
Is it possible we can get a sequel sometime?

>>30701346
>>30701385
This but Pinkie makes Dash have Nonny's child.
>"Remember best friends forever Dashie, now you're carrying my grand child! We're like related now!"

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>"D-does this makeup make me look purty, cousin? I know you like them fancy girls"

>>30701346
>came balls deep inside Rainbow Dash
She's gonna get pregnant

>>30701482
I want this to happen.
>>30701411

>>30701453
I think you're a little confused, AJ. You look like a man. Let's get in the shower and wash that offa you

>>30701411
https://youtu.be/HA1mbZ_MMh8

>>30701411
>"But Pinkie I'm 33 and Your kid is 15."
>"So?"
>"How do you think people would react to a professional soccer player getting knocked up by a kid?!"
>"Well Dashie you have to figure that out because I don't want my grandkid to be a prison baby. Well I got to go to the store now, lalala~~"

>>30701339
Sounds like an ACME product.

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>>30696169
>Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/

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>>30700082
>>30700089
>>30700097
>>30700109
This is so comfy I want some of it too.

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>>30701337
> the ancient ritual of handholding

Good news: We're getting a flower sisters green Soon™.
Bad news: I'm gonna be the one writing it (unless a good writefag picks up the idea before me).

>>30701030
I mean, it's a legitimate question.

>>30701411
>>30701693
This

>Sister [waifu] is a nymphomaniac
>Therapy doesn't help
>Drugs won't help
>Your parents, with heavy hearts, decide that they need someone they can trust to try and sate [waifu]'s desires and keep an eye on her so that she doesn't run off and do something crazy
>Someone they love like family
>Someone like [waifu]'s brother
>You are Anon, and it is your duty to fuck your sister; to give her an outlet so that she can function in a semi-normal life

>>30701453
>"AJ, you look like you asked a 7-year-old girl to dress you up like what she thinks a hooker looks like."

>>30702696
Anon is already a self-insert, now I'm supposed to self-insert my waifu on top of that? What is this algebra shit?

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>>30696169
>"Looks like it still fits Nonny."

>>30702846
"I think you're missing something there, mom."
>"There's no pants in baseball, Nonny."
"I'm pretty sure ther-"
>"There's no crying in baseball either, kiddo."
>Mom's lucky she fucks like a champ.

>>30703017
>"You silly billy this isn't a baseball outfit this is my rapper outfit."

>this threads theme song
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KihMAC_JDw0

>>30703022
>"They called me 'Pie in the Sky', and I dropped all sorts of hot beats and sick lyrics."

>>30696974
>after your shower, you find that Rarity is awake, eager and ready to continue her adventure
>hell, the second you walked back into your room, she yanked you over to the TV
>Rarity had managed to get past the Taurus demon without your help, although it took her a few hours
>she was proud of it, and you were proud of her
>you were pretty suprised she hadn't gotten frustrated and quit
>you guided her across the Hellkite bridge and into the Undead Parish
>you opt not to tell her about the drake sword, that shit's for scrubs
>after getting rekt by the armored boar and parried by a few baldur knights, you point her to the nearby bonfire and blacksmith
>and then you spend about 10 minutes trying to explain this games cryptic-as-fuck upgrade system as she browses the smith's wares

"...so for now, the best you can get is a +5. To get any higher, you'll need to find an ember and bring it back to this dude."
>"What about those 'boss weapons' you mentioned?"
"Eh. From what I've seen, they're mostly gimmicky, mediocre, and require a lot of investment. We're gonna ignore those for your first playthrough."
>"Oh. Are they truly that bad?"
"Well, by the time you can get your hands on one, I won't be able to tell you if it'll be worth the resources or effort. Besides, in my opinion, most of the best weapons drop off of normal enemies or have static locations."
>"I see. Well, where should I head now?"
"You got a few options, but only two of them are really good. Below you is Darkroot Garden. There's some good stuff there for you, but it might be a little more rough than what you've been going through."
>"I see. What about the other option?"
"You head back to the parish and fight the gargoyles."
>"A-another boss so soon? Am I even ready?" She looks to you, her eyes wide
>She looks stressed, maybe even a little scared

>>30703122
>you wrap your left arm around her and pull her towards you
"Listen here, my young padawan." You grab the end of your bed sheets and drape them over your head, forming an makeshift Jedi robe hood. "From the moment you started this adventure, you were ready for almost every challenge this land could offer. All you need is to win is the serenity to accept defeat, and the willpower to pick yourself up and try again."
>a weak smile forms on her face
>"You really believe in me, don't you?"
>you decide to drop the Jedi Master act
"Rarity, if a blind man can beat this game with a Guitar Hero controller, I'm pretty sure my big sister can. It's not that I don't think you can't actually beat the game, I know you can. I'm banking on you getting stuck, lost, or frustrated, and then quiting."
>her soft smile turns into a smirk
>"I'm going to make you eat those words, little brother. I'm not planning on giving up any time soon."
>her arms wrap around your torso, returning your embrace
>"That said, I do appreciate your faith in me, Anon. You're a good brother."
>hearing her say that makes you smile
>her arms tighten around you, and you do the same to her
>letting out a quiet sigh, she whispers into your ear
>"I heard what you said this morning. I haven't heard you say that since we got different rooms. It was nice hearing it again. It reminded me of when we used to tell each other goodnight."
>Shit, you woke her up when you got out of bed
>Wonder if she remembers humping you in her sleep
>fingertips lightly rub up and down your back
>"Do you think you could start saying it again? I had forgotten how good it feels to hear it."
>a pang of guilt hits you in the heart
>Why did you stop? You're a shitty brother
"Yeah. I don't think I should have should have ever stopped. I'm sorry."
>"It's quite alright, Anon. Can I ask you to do one more thing for me?"

>>30703124
"Sure, what is it Rares?"
>"Can you hold me? You know, how I like when I sleep?"
>the size of your smile doubles
"Of course."
>you both break the embrace, and you spread your legs as she scoots back and leans into your chest
>you wrap you arms around her thin stomach and rest your chin on her shoulder
>she grips your crossed arm in her right hand
"I love you."

Thinking about shifting updates to every other day. I only sit down to write for a little bit each day, and I think it'd be nice to give out some bigger updates. Lemme know if you have a preference.

>>30703135
though it's been said, many times, many ways:
hnnngh

Okay, stick with me here, this one's a little off the usual path and the actual-incest is only described.

>The year is Pony-Exty-Six. Eight years after President Molestia introduced the KIT Initiative (Keeping it In the Family).
>Studies had shown conclusively that A) 80% of all families were engaging in some form of incest, and B) its mental health benefits were indisputable.
>This generation is the first to grow up not having to hide the love their parents and siblings show for them. In fact, anyone refusing to participate with their offspring can be charged with neglect.
>This came as just one part of Molestia's sweeping reforms, including the desegregation of all locker and bathroom facilities, removal of stalls and privacy barriers, rescinding of all public indecency laws, criminalization of any form of rating system on media, erasure of the concept of age of consent, and (curiously) banning of birth control without explicit medical recommendation.
>A tax on swimsuits was considered, but ultimately proved pointless as they quickly went the way of the corset.

>>30703124
>>"Do you think you could start saying it again? I had forgotten how good it feels to hear it."
hhhngggg

also where the hell are the invaders fucking her day up

>>30703236
>You are Anon, one of the last virgins. Sadly, all this came about when you had just turned 18 and moved away from your family. Oh sure your mom and dad send you some hot pictures of them, that's nice and all.. but it's not the same.
>You weren't sure how to talk to girls before, and it sure isn't easy now. You have to compete with their dads and brothers for attention.
>And of course, prostitution disappeared overnight when Molestia was elected. Why pay for milk when you're surrounded by cows with sore teats just begging for it?
>You pause your listless attempts at jerking off to the latest episode of Season 16 of Adventure Time. Marceline blowing Finn only reminds you there's no qt vampire babysitter in your life. He's a damn orphan and he has no problems.
>It finally clicks. You dumbass! Adoption!
>With birth rates finally back on the rise after sharp declines last decade, the standards have changed somewhat. It would be easily possible for a single guy to adopt an orphan and give her the love she's been craving.
>Also, you can give her some of your food! You have too much of that anyway. Eating economically as a single guy is hard, there's always extra and then you just eat it anyway and then you feel like a fatty.
>You strap on your pockets-belt and summon a robocar to bring you to the nearest orphanage.

>>30703240
>After an extensive psychological evaluation to prove your dedication to loving your new daughter in every possible way, you go out to the common room where the orphans are all playing or lounging around. You notice they're all naked, and realize the government wouldn't bother providing something as unnecessary as clothing. Still, no pockets-belt? For marbles or jacks or oh god it has been a while since you've been a kid hasn't it.
>Obviously it's a different situation regardless. You see several of them just casually making fuck, one girl eating another out, a few bros playing videogames together. You realize that in all your pining for wishing you'd had a sister to canoodle with, you also would like to have had a bro for bro-ing out.
>Shit, should you adopt one of each? You're not into lads, and it would probably just make you a third wheel. But like...
>"Hey, dude. Nice dick." a lanky orange girl walks up and pokes your half-chub. "Hi, I'm Scootaloo. I'm 13. So uh.. what kinda kid were you lookin' for?"
>You almost couldn't tell. That's 13? Are they feeding her okay?
>As you sit and have a chat with this orange cutie, she explains that she was a street rescue. That kind of explains it. Amazingly, she's a virgin too. Just felt like she wanted to wait for it to be special.
>"Oh I've done everything with hands and tongues and shit, but that's it."
>This isn't as uncommon as you think, but you're out of touch. Truth is, with no taboo on behavior, there's no pressure to take things to any particular degree.

>>30703243
>You are feeling less self-pitying every second talking to this girl. There's a real and honest warmth about her. More than just the warmth of her hand which has been feeling you up as you talk. It's in your armpit right now.
"Searching for treasure?"
>"I've just never felt this much hair before. It's soft." she nuzzles her face under your arm.
>Trying to keep your heart from melting too rapidly, you try to talk about the important stuff. Interests, hopes, dreams, what she wants in a dad, etc.
>Hot damn, Scootaloo is into videogames, monster trucks, violent movies... Kind of looks like you can get your bro and your ho in one go. You didn't say that out loud, thankfully. Nobody says ho anymore.
>"But mostly... I just want to stop feeling left out on Family Day at school. Everyone brings in their favorite lover from their families and shows off their favorite positions.. Sweetie Belle's got this great dad with a hilarious cop stache, fuckin' Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon are always lording their pregnant bellies over us.. Even Apple Bloom, I mean her parents are dead but she's still got that gigantic big brother to give her a good pounding."
>Being as inexperienced as you are, you balk slightly thinking about that concept. You only ever masturbated in public that one time, and it felt too weird so you never did it again.
>But then you look down into her big giant purple eyes and realize you'd climb through Godzilla's bowels to get her a birthday present. If she wants to show you off, you can risk the performance anxiety.
>You ruffle her fluffy purple hair
"You'll never have to miss out again, Scoots."
>"Oh dang! You mean it?" she leaps up and hugs you. You gesture to the orphanage personnel.
"You don't have to wrap this one up, I'll be wearing it home."

An thas like all I got.

I'm calling the police.

>>30703326
when I thought of it, it started out in the classroom with sweetie and AB and such getting their sweet lovin' in greater detail. So that was the proper cest in there. but I couldn't figure out how to make that the story, unless the POV character was scoots.

>>30703236
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>>30703279
Weird, but I like it. I know it's not technically incest, but parental figure on adopted child is a soft spot of mine.

>you will never adopt a lonely girl and give her the love no one else would ever accept
>she will never take your love into her heart and her womb

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>You will never cuck your sister's girlfriend

>>30696169
Reminder that those tits belong to Discord in canon.

>>30703336
I feel like you had the quotes right the first time

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>>30703365
yeah, i'll stop posting now

>>30703355
Here's a (You)

>>30703237
The story would have been half angry screaming and nonsensical swearing if they included invader encounters.

>>30703815
I thought about including one or two invasions and I suppose I totally still could, but generally when I replay DS1 I do it offline, and I guess I just forgot to clarify.

>>30703526
ge this hothead outta here

>>30701493
>not joining her In the shower

Do you even care?

>>30705168
>AJ actually is a man.

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>Anon is a cousin of Applejack
>Goes to their farm for the summer because his parents think that hard work will build character
>Is exhausted after a hard day's work and is so tired that he can barely remember where his room is
>Finds the door he's pretty sure is his, opens it, finds the bed, and crawls into it
>Hears something that sounds like a person muttering, but he's too tired to deal with it
>"That's well-rested future-me's problem for tomorrow morning."
>Wakes up however-many hours later to the sensation of someone nudging his shoulder
>"C'mon, cousin 'Non, we got work to do."
>Anon looks around and realizes that this bedroom looks nothing like the one he's been sleeping in
>Applejack crawls over his body and out of the covers and heads out the door
>She stops and turns around, shooting him a sly grin
>"You was awful handsy last night, cousin." If y'all were lonely, you could have just asked."
>With a shake of her hips, Applejack walks out of the bedroom to get ready for the day
>Anon is suddenly wide awake as he realizes that he picked the wrong room last night and he spent the night in his cousin's bed

>>30703526
still delusional i see