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>>29724765
Last time, on My Little Pony: Forevermore Inverse Morning.

>OH SHIT THE MAGNET AND CRUSHER WERE CONTROLLING THE HEARTLESS
>OH SHIT FLASHBANGS
>OH SHIT CRUSHER'S MAKING EXPLODING CUBES
>OH SHIT WE FUCKED THE CRUSHER UP
>YOU'RE NEXT MAG-
>OH SHIT THE MAGNET AND CRUSHER COMBINED
>OH SHIT MECHA HEARTLESS
>OH SHIT OLD BIG 6 SUIT
>LET'S SHOVE IT FULL OF FLASHBANGS AND SHIT
>OH SHIT MAGNACRUSHER IS DOWN
>THIS BLADE OF MINE IS BURNING RED
>OH SHIT HEAT END VICTORY
>OH SHIT SWEET CAR GET
>TIME TO GET OFF THIS JUNK PLA-
>OH SHIT HEARTLESS HORDE
>OH SHIT DAN WENT RAMBO ON THEIR ASSES
>OH SHIT UBER ALL MIGHT, ROUND 2
>OH SHIT LOOK AT ALL OF THESE SUPERPOWERS
>GOOD THING WE HAVE MINES AND SHIT
>OH SHIT THUNDER FINISH
>OH SHIT WE BARELY SURVIVED
>PROBABLY SHOULDN'T HAVE GONE TOE-TO-TOE WITH SUPERMAN
>OH WELL
>SHIT'S CASH
>OH SHIT WE FINALLY LEAVE THE HEAP
>OH SHIT SPACE'S BORING AS FUCK
>OH SHIT ASTEROIDS
>OH SHIT NEXT TO NO GAS
>OH SHIT WE BUZZ LIGHTYEAR NOW
>OH SHIT POTENTIAL TEAMMATES ABOUND
>WAT DO?

We now return to the intended content, with all the new adventures within.

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>>29724765
[AYE AYE, CAPTAIN.]
>Otto responds as a chime ringing over the car’s speakers signals the opening of a communications channel.
>You clear your throat and begin to speak.
“Hey there Infinity control, this is Anonymous captain of the uh…”
>As you realize you never actually named your ship your eyes shoot back and forth between Dan and Spike looking for some kind of suggestion, only for your inquiry to be met with a shrug from your two crewmates.
>Fuck it, unfortunate associations aside Challenger is still a pretty rad name.
“…Captain of The Challenger. Anyway we’d like to request emergency permission to dock. We’ve been stranded on a deserted junk planetoid and, while we managed to escape by cobbling this ship together out of spare parts, we’ve hit a few technical difficulties thanks to our vessel’s patchwork nature. I know we don’t exactly have proper clearance but if we aren’t able to make repairs and refuel we’ll be floating dead in space in a matter of hours.”
>The voice from the station crackles back over the car stereo.
> “I see, I’ll need to present your case to our commanding officer, please stand-”
>”No need lieutenant I heard the whole thing.”
>A second voice says as it cuts off the first.
>”Star command isn’t the kind of organization that would turn away a civilian in need, give them permission to dock.”
>The lieutenant sputters in protest.
>”B-but sir the station hasn’t completed its shakedown yet, the regulations clearly state…”
>”Don’t quote the book at me soldier, I wrote most of it and the regulations aren’t meant to turn away civilian ships in dire states of emergency.”
>The second voice barks as it cuts off the lieutenant for a second time before addressing you over the radio.
>”Go ahead and make your way to the docking bay captain Anonymous, I’ll be down to meet you myself shortly.”
>The commander says in a much more civil tone before the line goes dead.

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>>29724862
“Huh, I really wasn’t expecting it to be quite that easy.”
>You say with a shrug as you spin the wheel and send the car into a gentle roll down towards the docking bay on the underside of the station’s saucer.
>”You don’t think it was maybe too easy? What if they just arrest us for violating their airspace and put us to work for the rest of our lives in the spice mines or something?”
>Dan says as he pulls his wrench out from under Spike’s seat and throws it an empty seat for ease of access in case things go south.
“One, that’s crazy talk chill out. Two, it’s not like we really have an option. We can either stop here or starve to death floating in space when we run out of fuel and end up adrift. Just leave the junk cannon in the trunk and we’ll probably be fine.”
>Dan crosses his arms and grumbles under his breath for a few seconds before finally speaking up.
>”Fine, but I’m keeping my wrench on me. There’s no way I’m letting them put me in the mines without a fight.”
>”Holy moly guys look at that.”
>Spike says as a huge white ship glides up out of a launch tube on the top of the station and cruises past you as it circles the station before zipping off into the night.
>”We need to get a ship like that.”
>Spike says, his eyes wide as the gleaming starship vanishes into the void.”
“I whole heatedly agree, but I doubt that’s the kind of thing they just give away.”
>You say to the little dragon as the challenger passes through a glowing field covering the entrance to the docking bay and you bring the car to a rolling stop between the massive launch pads clearly meant to house ships like the massive one you just saw.
>However those pads all currently stand vacant leaving nothing but the odd shuttle craft to occupy the docking bay floor where the challenger is now parked and a lone man in a green and white space suit stands waiting for you.

>"video games"
Green of Anon who's pretty good at video games when? Hard on for miles, cougars, Christmas cakes, arts, and older women in general optional but preferred.

>>29714585
Read Love Games

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I don't think we got enough posts to justify getting to thread 100. This time we should try to push it to +400.

>>29699381
Man, that plone is so pretty.

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>>29699389
She sure is.

>>29671249

"Your husband is pushing the notion of fashionably late, Misses Orange."
>"He'll be here! I promise! He's probably just caught up at work..."
"Fifteen minutes and I throw the doors open."
>The bound mare whimpers.
>Fleur slowly drifts through the winding white passage.
>The temporary walls featuring prints by a Ponyville photographer.
>A twisting side-gallery leading to what the artist is calling a "live installation" piece.
>Leaving Misses Orange at the end, Fleur soon finds herself standing at the opaque glass doors leading to the main exhibition hall.
>The place is full of Manehattans upper-crust, here for a charity gala.
>Samples of local collections allow the socialites to unapologetically flaunt their various treasures.
>Carefully closing the doors behind her, Fleur joins Lyra in the main hall, eyeing the exquisite sculpture the Oranges recently added to their collection.
>It has made quite a splash, and rumor is Julius and Clementine plan to loan it to the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
"I would have expected him to be here by now."
>"My tail on him reports that he left his home ten minutes ago. I expect he will be here shortly, Miss Fleur." Lyra states matter-of-factly.
"Good." Fleur snorts. "I hope not too soon though, I want Clementine to sweat it out a bit."
>Lyra giggles.
>"I suppose it would add a nice sheen to the installation piece."
>Fleur replies with a giggle of her own.
>A moment later, the duo are approached by a waiter.
>"Pastries, madams?" he offers, lowering his tray. "Filo layered with walnuts and apricots in a buckwheat honey reduction."
>Without hesitation, Fleur takes one of the proffered desserts.
>Before Lyra reaches for one as well, the stallion leans in.
>"He is currently talking to Mister Goldwing in the atrium."
>Lyra takes her pastry, leaving a slip of paper on the tray.
>The server saunters off through a service door as Lyra carefully savors her delectable sweet.
"Bits, tail or both?"

>>29671250

>Lyra chews before cheerily replying "Neither."
"Neither?"
>"Yup!" she beams, leaning in conspiratorially. "He's a guard, working to find the family that's funding the Underground. I needed a well-placed observer, he needed an way in."
"How did you even find him?"
>"He found me, actually. When you leased this space, he saw an opportunity."
"Still, well done."
>"Any tool available!"
"Indeed. And Julius has arrived." Fleur nods in the direction of the orange stallion as he enters the room.

>The two split up, flanking the statue of Clockwork.
>As Mister Goldwing departs, Julius begins to walk in the direction of Lyra... until she waves over Emerald Sea and her husband.
>Predictably turning up his nose at the group, Julius opts to walk the other direction, straight into Fleur.
"Mister Orange, how delightful to see you."
>"Er, Miss Fleur. I wasn't expecting the Crown to be represented tonight."
"But of course, we're preparing to open a small exhibit here." Fleur explains. "Sadly, it isn't open to the public yet."
>"Ah. A true pity it couldn't be completed in time for tonight."
"Of course, seeing that you're working on a project for Lord Anonymous, I suppose I could allow you a private showing."
>"I'm afraid I simply haven't the time tonight-"
"No issue. Lord Anonymous also asked me to seek out High Seas about another project, and if I'm not mistaken that is him over there-"
>"What could Canterlot want with that kelp farmer?"
"I am not here to ask questions, merely to relay messages." Fleur smiles mildly.
>"Perhaps we could delay that message while we peruse this gallery of yours?"
"Of course. This way."

>>29671254

>Leading the way past the doors, Fleur carefully locks them behind her.
>The small antechamber merely has a pedestal with a bowl of orange candies on them.
>Fleur giddily pops one in her mouth.
>A light orange flavor, accented by notes of ginger and spice.
>Julius furrows his brow as he tries to recall where he recognizes the flavor from.
>The next room contains nothing but silhouettes.
>All of mares.
>All suggestive.
>Julius does his best to feign disinterest.
>Fleur smirks as she catches him ogling the scene of a mare muzzle-deep beneath another mares tail.
>No time to reminisce now, however. Business is at hoof.

>Before the next room is another bowl of hard candies.
>A refresher.
>Julius absentmindedly takes another as he moves past.
>Letting him go ahead, Fleur listens as his hoofsteps abruptly stop.
>She knows why.
>Every silhouette was also shot with light.
>She can imagine the shock on his face.
>The horror of recognition.
>And yet... arousal.
>No stallion spends all his time at work if he has something to look forward to at home.
>Even with all the luxurious comforts his wealth could afford, he preferred his office to his manse.
>It only followed that Clementine was not taking care of her husband.
>And as Fleur listens, she picks up soft hoofsteps.
>As Julius Orange savors the scenes of submission.
>Seeing Clementine in chains.
>Seeing Clementine gagged.
>Seeing Clementine smothered under another mare's flanks.
>Seeing Clementine cleaning another mare's hooves with her tongue.
>Seeing Clementine obey.


>Carefully and quietly entering, Fleur glides past Julius Orange and beckons him into the next to last room with her tail.
>Obediently he follows.
>Both walls show the same image here.
>Clementine riding the Sybian.
>In the center are more candies.
>However, this time they are simply piled around a glass jar.
>A jar filled with a clear, viscous fluid.

>>29896823
faggot

>>29896823
faggot

>>29896823
Go away figot

>>29896482
Now if only we could ditch her hideous mary sue girlfriend

>>29896495
I cam smell your burnt anus milles away

>>29896489
this

>>29896489
>>29896495
>Everything in the world is a Mary Sue cause I say it is the post.

oh wow a huge lamp thats great

>>29895682
a bottle of Gatorade

>>29895692
You will have fun ;)

>>29895657
>thumbnail
kill yourself

I would expect nothing less from the homeland.

I quite literally just took some random shit off google, saved it, and put it up. I could have named it, but that takes too much effort.

>>29895364
Gotta say, she's been growing on me. I've never had a strong opinion on her, buttfuck man, I'd like to hug that horse.

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>>29895364
Found it kinda unsettling honestly

>>29895388
Bats is a fuckin creeper man.

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>>29895014
Nice shitposting, dude, looking forward to more of it, hahahaha hahahahahaha because mods sure as fuck wont do their jobs and reign you dickless chucklefucks in, hahahahaha oh man hahahah

>>29895014
You can't

>>29895052
That is the sad part.

>>29894797
Daring/Ahuizotl is a better ship than Daring/Caballeron

>>29894797
You're gonna love 2017

>>29894797
Because the FTM character still seems feminine, so the MTF character looks super feminine in contrast.

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>>29894155
>get to forcefully worship best pone all day every day

Sounds good to me.

The ones still under Chrysalis? Starving and miserable. The ones under Thorax? Happy and finally realizing that they were fooled.

>>29894155
As bad as yours for having to shitpost all day

>>29893901
You have to shove your head inside a real horse's pussy and say the name of your new waifu 3 times.

>>29893901
One word: Kill.

>>29893901
She gets to keep your balls so everyone else knows you're a bitch

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>>29893886
First we have "Daring Do And The Jungle Of Terror"

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>>29893904
Here we go!

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>>29893914