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>Both Mares fire at the robots visible around the same time and both are shocked to hear the sound of the gunshots come from very close by. Both Mares recognize that these extra gunshots must be the other pony close by.

Freshly Squeezed is currently at the 2nd floor window at the top of the stairs in the Radio building.
>Fresh still sees the Robot hovering a few yards outside the window unaffected by her shot.
>Squeezy can tell that the sound of the other gun came from somewhere outside but she does not know where from.

Cleaver Buttons is currently behind the Radio Building next to the ruined fence that "surrounds" it.
>Buttons sees that the blast from her shotgun did not seem to affect the robot hovering above the building.
>Buttons heard the other gunshot come from towards the building ahead of her, but she does not know where around the building it came from.

What do both mares do?

>>27190683
Fresh ducks down and tries to find the other pony, keeping her rifle at the ready.

>>27190683
Have Glasses look around the building for the other horse, try to keep hidden so she doesn't see you before you see her.

>>27188022
where are the updates sundae guy ?

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>>27188022
>>27188111
Impressive

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R8 pl0x.

Men with pones (another fucking cover)
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QT Mk. Crusaders (first original song!)
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>>27186126
Yes

>>27186156
/thread

>>27186126
I would bully Fluttershe to boost my own confidence.

>>27167286
>gay /soc/
Isn't that what you queers have mlpg for.

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Are homo satyrs allowed?

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>You push up on the hatch again, the thing giving away with a snap and a crack

>Blearily scanning the deck, you spot your chaperones for this drop off
>The brash Miss Angela
>and the lovely Miss Hartley

>They certainly both look more chipper this morning
>Judging by Angela’s quiet humming
>And Hart’s subtle hip swing.

>You climb out of the comparatively dank cargo hold and get up onto the deck.
>You hang back and let Eights stroll by with a glowing crystal
>As well as put a cannon ball back onto the pile Gerrif was hauling across the deck

>You make your way over to the snapped main mast
>It really was a close one, wasn’t it?
>Maybe when you finish your drop, you can go and give whoever laid that curse on that sweet deer what he deserves
>…
>…A punch.
>To, like, the face.

>Better get back on task
>You take a look back at your lady leaders.
>Hartley hanging over the railing of the ship, gazing out at the approaching harbor city.
>And Angela scrawling some symbols on a few trinket chests

>When all this started, you were real confident
>Nothin could go wrong
>No one could stop you
>But you completely forgot about the whole ‘city’ thing
>Especially a city that you got no clue about…

>Hartley told you that you could count on her for guiding around the city
>But Angela’d probably be awful sore if you didn’t get yer work done.
>She seems like the sort to be all business when it came down to it, and only lightens up when the job’s done.

>But in all your years of workin with idiots and brigands...
>You can tell when someone's got a wild side
>And she seems to be the type to never let it out.

>…Hm
>Wonder what it would be like?
>You tap your chin idly, filling your head with thoughts of the shorty breathing fire and laughing maniacally
>Great image.

>Ah.
>Focus, Butch.
>Who should we talk to first?

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>>27164931
this is only going up so I can run easily tomorrow.
we are NOT live right now

feel free to discuss

QnA is always open though

>>27164954
What do Steel and Tara like do when they spend time together?

>>27109269
"You got it Tally, have a good day!"
>You way with a wink, and she blushes a little as she trots out, leaving you alone.
>You pass the time with some zen cleaning.
>Your quarantine shelf receives a much needed cleanup, much of it ending up in the trash.
>There's a small period of panic when you discover Tally's purchase of a third shampoo bottle, with the first still even having a few pumps left!
>It's quickly solved by dribbling the excess into one of the others, but you're not sure how much of that sort of stress you can take in one day.
>Besides that travesty, all remains well in your cleaning duties, sink cleanup, general tidiness, and all the like.
>It's looking about ten when you head over to the Laugh, slipping in through the front and giving the bartenders your best.
>Kis is waiting, and quickly brings you up to the meeting room to discuss payment.
>You notice quite the conspicuous burlap sack, and a small feeling tells you there's bits inside.
>From the table, you notice Nel's front hoof is in bandages and Farthing has a couple band-aids slapped over his cuts.
>After taking a seat, Kis places a hoof down and grins,
>"And we're all here for my favorite part of jobs. Successful completion and payment."
>With some small clapping from around the table she continues,
>"Now, Twitch already established your basic pay, but we did leave a thousand up in the air. I think she should have the final say in how it goes around, but firstly let's hear if she has any ideas. For your achievement she might let you all argue your cases first, some sort of contest, or might already have plans on how payout goes. Twitch?"
>She says with a hoof, moving the floor to you.

>input action

>>27162901
I have plans, yes. Feel free to argue your case, though, if you have anything you want said.

>>27162901
>>27162987
I agree.
Let's hear their case first.

>You nod buoyantly, then stand back as you ponder about what you’re going to play
>Soon after, the last match begins, and it appears Wind Card managed to make it all the way back to the top spot
>Talk about a game of luck…
>You start playing… an old tune from a well-known opera in the desert
>The long and raspy notes carry the tension from the calm yet adamant resolve of ponies who accepted to put their lives on the line to stand true to their ideals
>Even in face of opponents just as unrelenting as they are.
>For the first time in a while, the audience falls silent to watch the game, and the nervousness is making the players sweat and shiver
>Except for Wind Card, who exhibits a wide, ravenous grin
>Rounds after rounds, the number of dice on the final table dwindle, along with the number of players
>And in the end, there’s only one other player left in front of the organizer
>A surprisingly young one, actually, while most of the player and public are old people, this one must still go to school
>But who cares about school when you can go competitive dice games!
>He even seem to have a little group of friends his age cheering for him in the public
>”Spiky Hair…” A random minotaur start telling you out of nowhere
>”He might look young, but I think he managed to get in touch with the soul of his dice, I’ve been watching him…”
>”He and Wind Card are at their last dice, this is the last round of this tournament!”
>”I’m Brass Knuckle, by the way” He adds to answer your uncomfortable glare to him
>You’re still a little creeped out…
>But one the table, the final round is about to happen
>”Bwahaha!” Wind Card laughs loudly as he relinquishes his second-to-last dice “A duel at the top! Just the way I like it!”
>”I hope you’re ready, young one, because when I win this tournament, I’m gonna bring everyone here to the Shadow Realm!”

>>27159565
>You almost hit a wrong note at that sentence, and give your impromptu commentator a worried glance
>”The Shadow Realm…” Knuckle winces “Wind Card promised he’d pay everyone a drink should he win”
>”But to think he’d choose the cheapest pub of all town…”
>You agree. Truly Wind Card is a master of evil
>”I can’t let that happen!” Spiky Hair courageously retorts “I’m not old enough to drink yet... Let’s end this here and now!”
>”With pleasure!” His opponent bawls
>They both place their last die in their respective cup
>And after shaking the cup and slamming it on the table, they begin to stare in each other’s eyes
>”Since I was just brought down to one dice” Wind Card solemnly starts “I’m the one starting the bets”
>”And what I bet… is ONE SIX under the cups!”
>The crowd whispers, and a few players nod in agreement
>”So? What do you say, young one?”
>Wind Card’s opponent is shaking under the pressure, you doubt he’s in any position to take a well-thought decision but still...
>”T-TWO SIXES” The young minotaur finally announces, a little unsteadily
>The crowd gasps
>”What a bold move!” Brass Knuckle exclaims “The chances for the two of them to have a six is only of one out of thirty-six!”
>”And if Wind Card didn’t have a six to begin with” He shivers “It’s all over…”
>But strangely, Wind Card remains motionless
>Until he starts to giggle, to cackle, louder and louder and louder until a sinister laugh comes out of his maw
>”I’m too old for this kind of tricks, Spiky” He declares with a devilish grin “Do you really think I can’t see it coming?”

>>27159573
>”That tension in the air, the drama, the beating heart of everyone…!” He points theatrically to his opponent
>”You announced something incredible, Spiky, and you expect me to lose by not believing it could be true…”
>”But the truth is, here and now, the reality is certainly even more incredible than anything possible!”
>”That’s why I’m gonna say…” The old minotaur stands up, dramatically put his hoof on the table and burst out of his shirt to roar “THERE’S THREE SIXES UNDER THE CUPS!!”

>After little Spiky received a copious amount of applause for his victory, you walk back to Wind Card
>Despite losing after an incredibly stupid move, the old bull is still all smiles with everybody
“Hey” You sheepishly approach him “Hum… I don’t know what to say about your last game but-”
>”Bwahaha!” He cuts you with a hearty cackle “I know! Incredible, right!”
>”Anyway, I really liked you music, just like me you put some spirit in your passion for everyone to see!”
>”And it did turn out better than it did for me…” He guiltily scratches the back of his head
>”Anyway” He reaches for a little pouch at his belt “Since I won’t have to pay a round to everyone, you might as well have the money I prepared!”
>The old bull gives you three silvers, bringing the content of your pouch to an all-time high of ten silvers and one cooper
“Woah, thanks a lot, pal!” You beam
>After adding the generous tip to your purse, you realize the sun is lazily starting to fall down the horizon
>While you’re still far from being in a hurry, you could probably go back to the barn already if there isn’t anything else you want to do before the night

>What do?

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Twilight is in heat.

You'll help your mare, right?

>>27153621
>Help her
Fuck no.
> Sneak a magic suppressing/drowsiness potion into her tea
> Shackle and collar her down spread-eagle and slap an anti-magic ring on her forehead while she's out
> From the moment she wakes up, tease her mercilessly
> Start with just the visual things - walking around increasingly in the nude until she can see my erection and knows I could take her at any moment
> Make sure to stretch and occasionally fondle myself in her field of vision
> When letting her out for feeding and bathroom relief, keep a firm grip on her and make sure she never feels more than my hands firmly gripping her.
> Stage 2: Touching
> Spend my time curled up by her on the bed
> Not within reach of her hooves, of course, but close enough that I can touch her.
> Start with merely sensual things - absentmindedly running my hands over her wings, down her neck, over her belly...
> Creep ever close to her sopping-wet sex
> Spend a night sleeping nude curled up next to her - close enough for her to smell my scent every moment, but do nothing about it
> Stage 3:
> Move on to more direct teasing
> Discover her teats are fantastically sensitive in this state, and leave weights clamped on them to swing about when she's allowed up
> The first time you touch her sex she practically cums immediately, after so long in utter denial
> Can't have that, though
> Move slowly - ever-increasing your degree of touch on her, but never allowing her climax
> Rub one out on the bed next to her - letting her see every stroke and smell your seed as it spills out so very close to her
> Of course, it can barely be scented over the tangy odor of her own desperate need
> She's winking practically non-stop at this point.
> Begging you - in words and otherwise - to breed her now.
> Finally
> Without warning, take her entirely
> Every cell in her body has been begging for this for days
> Her sex is clamped vicelike, trying to milk you dry from the moment you enter her.

>>27153848

> Once the chain of climaxes begin, they don't stop
> Rut her brains out for a whole night straight
> At the end of it she can't even form a sentence straight
> Her eyes are rolled all the way up, ears twitching wildly in the aftershocks
> One leg twitches under the sporatic nerve firings still racing through her
> Unchain her, take her to the bathroom and gently, lovingly, clean her off
> Soak for a bit afterwards
> In the warm, calm water she recovers her wits and buries her face in your shoulder, mumbling quiet words you can't make out
> She's asleep by the time you get out
> Dry off your drowsy pony, take her back to a freshly-made bed
> Fall asleep curled beside her as the birds begin to chirp dawn
>Start the cycle again the next day

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Yeeeah, work that grill baby.

Hello everyone!
How about a request to start the thread off?

>>27139771
Also, continuation of >>27043693

>>27139771
>>27139779

Yay it's back!

>>27139856
Now we have to wait for the writefags to find it since I'm an idiot and haven't made a linking post in the last thread before it went archived.

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>>27128323
>At last, the burger is gone.
>"Aren't there any events you want to do?" she leads, leaning forward
>You shake your head no on account of a full mouth, and she huffs back at you
>"Well that's no g-good! Everyone should be able to participate in the games at least once!"
"I'm good at fighting. And maybe lifting or running. So far, competitive weightlifting hasn't been an event."
>She taps her chin
>"That m-might be interesting... I would watch you lift."
>You lean in to her and brush your lips over hers
"I know you would..."
>Quiet and deep, your voice causes her to flush and gulp
>"A-Anon! D-don't be so... /hot/..."

>Damn
>It surprises you just how good it feels for her to say it out loud like that
>Turning her on is one thing
>For her to say it to your face is another
>It's been gradual, but her opening up is like light and day to when you first met her
"Can't help it"
>You shrug and go back to your food like nothing happened
>"W-well surely there's some kind of event. Maybe this year will be d-different."
"Maybe. Probably not. I'll be happy to cheer you on though."
>"T-thanks."
>Just as nice as it is to talk, it's a lovely affair to sit and eat in peace together
>Celestia's speech draws to a close

>"...and for the last new event this year, in two teams, one with two boys and one with two girls... Boxing!"
>The air gets light. Your heart grows wings
>Finally!

>...and it drops, realizing just who else might be feeling the same thing
>Someone else who likes to fight

>>27128329
Latest post for continuity's sake while I write a bit tonight.

Zim Zam please come home we miss you.

tfw moving to north carolina in four months

>>26943298

last thread

>>27128329

"Jesus... Rainbow's gonna sign up first thing, isn't she?"
>Her fingers slip out of your caress and grip your hands
>"She is. But don't worry about a thing. I-I'll come to all of your practices, and ch-cheer you on, and keep Rainbow from messing with you."
>That odd stare of hers is back
>When she gazes into your eyes, it's as if you feel the transfer of all the willpower of one person to the supplement of your own
>Meekness subsides to a reserved power
>She reminds you in many ways of the endurance of water

>The Tao Te Ching might hold up your girlfriend as one of its paragons
>Flowing, easy, careful, and shrewd in deploying its focus
>Somehow you had deluded yourself at some point in your life that you truly internalized the meaning of the Tao
>Fluttershy changes your mind
>You feel like a blunt hammer as opposed to her
>Powerful, of course, but wasteful. Loud. Brash
>You don't recall her referring to anyone as a "cunt" for that matter
>For this, and its sheer resolution, your girlfriend's declaration is supremely reassuring
>And to even think that she would stand up to her friend
>Fluttershy, vowing to face down a bully
>Willing to fight a fight you could very well handle simply because she doesn't want to see you harassed
>Feeling the depth of her passion vitalizes your own

"You really mean that?"
>She hears just how taken aback you really are
>Her determination hides it well, but there is a thin flavor of hurt in her words
>She doesn't think you believe her
>"Absolutely I do. Why wouldn't I?"
"No, no, not that..."
>You lean in close
"It just means so much to me that you would say that. I mean, you would come out to screen /me/, a guy you've known for a week, versus Rainbow, who-"
>She bottles up your words in your mouth, blocking their escape with the soft massage of her sudden tongue
>But the shock subsides, and you join her in momentary bliss
>Even last Friday, her willingness to be publicly affectionate was tenuous

>Lorekeeper Rubelline

>>26983966

>Also taking a step back, the Lorekeeper lifts it's head, the rounded, velvet red mare's nose twitches in slight embarrassment, though the small scars covering it and the much older, humored lilt told you that you were dealing with one around Naliyna's age.
[Kingdom] "Well... I was expecting a different sort of package, but I suppose you might do."
>Pushing the hood back onto her mane, a pair of glassy purple eyes peek around you, the scar and burn laden elder mare a little shorter than most Crystal ponies her age.
>Sliding back two paces, the Lorekeeper purses her lips, tilting her head to the left and giving you a rather flattering smile.
[Kingdom] "Very well. I am Head Lorekeeper Rubelline. No relation to the Remostrine family. Please, enter."
>Bidding you in with a hoof, the mare stiffly turns about, easily switching to Common and calling over her shoulder merrily.
"I know your name quite well, after all the Princess's bed warmer is supposed to have a Warden watching at all times."

>Ducking into the short door and finding the ceiling a standard height of ten feet or so, you're greeted by rows of small tables and hoofestals covering the massive Armory's interior, the sheer number of trinkets and historical relics covering each mind numbing in their scope.
>Neatly organized racks of weaponry, everything from stone to crystal to the alchemical metals, take the entirety of the north and south walls, while the east wall featured well over two hundred diamond encased sets of armor, one in particular on the southernmost side being some form of crystalline grass.

>Sliding behind a small, light colored wooden reception desk and seating herself upon a low, heavily cushioned chair, Rubelline leans back into it, her forelegs placed across the hoofrests with a welcoming smile.
"So, what can the Kingdom Armory do for Lont?"

>Dancing Eyes

>>27093568

>Lifting her front shoulders in a small motion, the much heavier mare reaches out to amusedly scatter one pile of rings across the carpet.
"In Stalliongrad, one either abides by the overherd's demands or gets shunned for 'lacking loyalty', whatever that means at the time. Besides, you don't sound like you're from Cloudsdale or Las Pegasus.. then again there's a few hundred cloud-towns these days that most ponies don't know the name of."
>Sighing half-heartedly at the question, Dancing Eyes rubs her right fetlock up and down your barrel in a slow manner, sensing that she was rolling her eyes judging by her whimsical, innocent tone.
"What do you mean? I'm merely stating that I'm available to you most every hour of the night, whether for deep, meaningful conversations, training and instruction on certain esoteric matters, or for mareish company. I was certainly not stating that I view you as an attractive mare to seek my personal self-indulgences with, oh no, I could never do that."
>Rolling her cheek across yours once more, the primal psion snorts in a quiet manner, giving you a gentle squeeze with her forelegs.
"Let me share a secret then: this weird company of 'humans' is actually a bunch of cleverly disguised batponies. What does that mean for you? They respect laziness.. which could work out quite well for an enterprising pegasus like yourself."

>>27094813

>As you exit the tent, you're surprised at losing most of your former concealment, both of your hands becoming plainly visible in the dark.
>Creeping away from the Solar faction section of the encampment a distance, you're caught out in the vast, wide open when a pair of hooves lands behind you, snickering from a young mare causing you to freeze.
"If you're looking for a somepony then you should probably leave them a note instead of acting all sneaky like this. Good night!"
>A brief gust of wind and another snicker occurs, the outline of one of the mercenary pegasi flitting off towards the Tower leaving you, probably, in the clear.

>>27111478
>title
The Sweetie Belle thread is what others have been calling us.
Kind of funny how we're all about AnonxSweetie, but we haven't started off a single thread with a pic of her.

plonka did set all this up in the beginning but as it is now we have white and silver linings going on

>>27111478
You should have stayed dead along with that bumpfield alone in equestria or whatever. This story could be finished by the fourth thread and you all know it

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>>27100218

> be anon the succubus
> the train clatters down the tracks
> some of the ponies talk, some watch the scenery go by.
> Your finishing the last crossword in your paper when you feel the train begin to decelerate.
> Your first stopover on your journey, a little town called ponyville.
> The air is alive with sound and smell. Soon the bustle of ponies and luggage and the intermittent hissing of the engine give way the the buzz of insects and smells of trees and plants in bloom.
> Warm and muggy, spring is giving way to summer.
> You spend about an hour sorting out which lodgings offer the best balance of comfort and affordability and getting your things settled, then another 30 minutes freshening up.
> Now you're in the mood for a nice treat and just down the street appears to be the perfect place to satisfy your sweet tooth.
> The building looks like a sweet and the sign reads "Sugar Cube Corner".