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Nightly Scilight Thread #71

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"oh fug :DDDDD" Edition
Last thread: >>25441135

Archive of /nst/ greentext stories:
http://pastebin.com/6DRjCgDQ

Wiki:
http://nst.wikia.com

Tips for potential writefags:
http://pastebin.com/V1ujiyJt
http://pastebin.com/whCQ2GpX
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All Human Twilight Sparkle content, such as greentext stories, art and discussion go here.

The original (and recommended but not required) prompt:
>"Uhhh, mmm... Anon? W-what are you doing after school?"

Writefagging, drawfagging, discussion, and other SciTwi-related content are highly encouraged during "down time" (or when the thread begins to slow down due to lack of content). New green, drawings, etc. are highly encouraged during these times.

Credit to Nude for the drawing and Jeff for the shitpost
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Please fill out this forum about EqGwritefag if you haven't

https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1LFKOmLhVXEL9JggLaKS9PIh_98F97AkRXfPLFn1YHj8/viewform?usp=send_form

I will send it to him at the end of this thread
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Think of the last TV show, Movie, Book, or Game you watched, read, or played
Got it?
SciTwi now hates it
You want her to experience it
What will you do to get her to like it?
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Third for sunlight

>>25508895
One Punch Man
I have no idea how to get her to like it
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>>25508817
I want my r9klight.
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>>25508895
Star Wars Rebels
I'll probably just show her the last two episodes of the first season and play up how cool the villains can be.
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>>25508895
>today's episode
"Look, you're a pony princess there and have friends who love you."
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this gif is too large to upload
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>mfw waiting for the new stalker ending
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>>25509151
DID SOMEBODY SAY DYKESHIT?!
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I loved the Twi Twi update
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>>25510934
I BELIEVE IN YOU, EQG
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>>25510934
I BELIEVE IN YOU, EQG
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>>25510934
I BELIEVE IN YOU, EQG
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>literally 3 hours in Paint
>still shit
what am i doing with my life
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>>25511560
>you will never get kek'd by Sunset
hurts to live
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>>25511560
>what am i doing with my life
gods work
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>>25510934
I BELIEVE IN YOU, EQG
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>>25511560

I just don't understand, Anon. Why do you want someone else to love your waifu and not you?
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>>25512373
They like dykes, they may as well just start hormone treatments.
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>>25512429
That sounds cool
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>>25513769
No it does not
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>NORTHERN EUROPE
>13th Century in the year of our Lord
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=khY_6ZHY68o

>You ran up the dark stone steps alone, your black hood protecting you from the freezing rain as lightning crackled and thunder boomed around you
>Ascending the path, you arrived at the wooden door to the great stone tower before you. Slipping a key out of your cloak and into the lock, you entered inside
>You could hear horses neighing in the distance as men and women shouted over the storm
>Slamming the door shut, you laboriously shoved two large planks of wood over the grate, sealing your stronghold shut
>You chuckled to yourself
“It’s FAR too late now!”
>You ran up the circular steps, a chilling wind slicing into you through the arrow slits on the walls
>Bursting through the wooden door at the top of the steps, you finally arrived within your laboratory
>The stone chamber was quite massive, and the walls were lined with jars and pouches containing hundreds of different alchemical ingredients, while a large black cauldron boiled in the center of the room
>”WOOF! WOOF!”
>A large wolf emerged from behind the cauldron and tackled you to the ground
>He licked your face profusely, as you struggled to shove him off of you
“SPIKE! Remove thyself AT ONCE!”
>You shoved the creature off of you, slammed the door shut, and stomped over to the cauldron
>You giggled in delight as you held the amulet over the mysterious boiling pot
“Behold Spike! The secret to eternal life and UNLIMITED POWER within my grasp! I shall reign on Earth until the end of days!”
>You turned your head away as you heard a pounding from below at your chamber door
>Spike growled as the noise grew louder
“Do not fret my friend, their time is over. My time is now!”
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>>25512373
But anon, my waifu is Lemon.

Also, I always found the marrying part to be creepy. I always think the characters just met.
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>>25514009
>You dropped the amulet on your table as you quickly grabbed several pouches of ingredients
“For years my family was disgraced, my honor insulted! I was denied my place in court as a noblewoman, and .worst of all, they scorned and rejected my work and claimed I was committing acts against God! The arrogant fools, they brought this on themselves!”
>You rushed over to your cauldron and gleefully poured a strange blue liquid and a pouch of ash into the bubbling liquid, which changed to a dark purple color as the bubbles intensified
>A loud crash bellowed upwards to you
>”TWILIGHT SPARKLE!”
>You howled in laughter as you grasped the amulet and held it over the fuming cauldron while cracking open a black tome
>You read the incantations
“Forces of Darkness, thou shall not rest! Come, someone, be my guest!”
>Spike ran away from you toward an open window and began to howl at the Full Moon
“Give birth to Death, and serve my spell!”
>Your laboratory door began to buckle as weight was thrown against it
>Your amulet dangled precariously over the cauldron
“The Reaper shall rise… from the fires… of HELL!"
>You lowered the amulet into the unholy concoction
>An eerie fog erupted out of the cauldron as it flashed light at you
>Incredibly, the liquid in the cauldron began to boil much faster, filling the entire room with a purple smoke
“AH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!”
>You heard the door to your chamber crash open!
“Eh? Hark! Who dares challenge me in my moment of TRIUMPH!”
>”FOUL WITCH! LUCIFER’S CONCUBINE!! BEHOLD!!!”
>Your eyes widened as you stepped back from the cauldron and dropped your book of spells
“It cannot be!”
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>The smoke cleared away in the wind, revealing a beautiful and fierce matron dressed in knightly white armor adorned with a red cross
>She marched in, flanked on either side of her by similarly dressed warriors whose faces were covered by steel helms
“The Poor Knights of Christ and the Temple of Solomon! And you! You are—“
>”TIS I! Sunset Shimmer, warrior of Christ!”
>Your jaw dropped as you looked upon her
“They said you were dead! Slain by the Saracens at Jaffa! i-I thought I had lost you!”
>”Nay, the tales of my death were greatly exaggerated! But lo do I see, that the tales of your heresy were all horrifyingly true! Dear Twilight, I have known you since we were but children. How could you give yourself over to the Legions of Hell?!”
>You turned your nose up to her and glared as you raised the amulet up high
“Hold your tongue, for thoust dost not know what I have suffered! Vengeance will be mine, and if you dare stand in my way then thou will become my first victim!”
>”AH!?!?!”
>Sunset Jojo-posed in horror before adopting a look of pure determination
“So be it! The Inquistion shall decide your fate!”
>You craned your head back and bellowed in laughter
>”You cannot stop me now! Spike, deal with these poor knights!”
>Your faithful companion scurried in front of the cauldron
>Suddenly his eyes flashed a bright light as he growled
>He began to stand up on his hind quarters, his body physically transforming in the shape of a beastman
>”By the Virgin Mother, A WEREWOLF!?”
>Spike snarled at the trio of knights
>”I WILL REND YOU TO PIECES!!!”
>Sunset and her fellow knights brandished their gleaming swords and charged Spike
>Taking your amulet, you sprinted up the steps to the top of your tower as a battle erupted below you
>You saw one of Sunset’s compatriots get tossed through the air against a bookshelf as another struggled to block Spike’s slashes with his large shield
“FOOOOOOLS!"
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>>25514038
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wc4iM8ZONpE
>You emerged from the top of your tower and looked down upon the landscape
>The storm had engulfed the land, as if welcoming the end of all things
>You glanced up at the Full Moon and saw that by its position in the sky that it had become the Witching Hour
“There is no turning back now!”
>You put the necklace around your throat
>”Twilight NOOOOOO!!!”
>Sunset Shimmer’s cries went unheard as the Satanic magic overwhelmed you
>Your body floated to the sky as the powers of Hell became yours
“TIS A GOOD PAIN!”
>You sprouted raven’s wings from your back as your robe was torn asunder, leaving you with but scandalous fragments of clothing
>Your body lowered to the ground as you laughed in vicious joy
>”What hast thou done?!”
“I have embraced the night! From hence forth you shall regard me as MIDNIGHT SPARKLE! HAHAHAHA!!!”
>”Listen to thyself! Thou hast become a DEMON! I will not allow this madness to go any further!”
>Sunset raised up her shield and pointed her sword at you
“So be it Templar!”
>An eerie mist surrounded your hand, and suddenly a large black mace materialized in your grasp
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ve1889zS030
>You swooped down toward Sunset Shimmer and swung your weapon at her
>Your mace crashed against her shield with such force that its impact clanged over the thunder
>”HAVE AT YE!"
>Sunset stabbed at you with her sword only for you to swerve aside and quickly swing at her again
>She ducked under your strike and rushed forward, bashing you back with her shield
>You ascended upwards as she slashed at you
>You scowled fiercely as you raised your open palm to her
“The Fires of Hell are rising Sir Shimmer, take heed lest you get BURNED!”
>A massive fireball flew out from your hand down towards her
>Sunset crouched down and hid behind her shield as the top of the tower was washed in a fiery holocaust
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>>25514054
“HA HA HAAAA!”
>You watched as a figure emerged from the flames, her eyes locked on you with a look of righteous fury
>”DEUS VULT!”
“WHAT?!”
>With a mighty swing, Sunset hurled her red hot shield through the air
>The hunk of metal collided directly with your skull, swatting you out of the sky and down onto the hard stone ground of the tower
>You spat as you stared at Shimmer through strands of your long unkempt hair
“Thou will pay for—!”
>You had no time to finish your retort as she charged you, holding her sword up high over her head
>You raised your mace just in the nick of time, blocking her slash before it could slice you in half
>The two of you shoved into one another before breaking apart and engaging in a melee
>Sunset swung her sword in a wide arc, slicing off the chain holding your amulet and causing it to drop to the ground
>As she finished her wide arc, you swung your mace at her with such force that when she attempted to block it, her sword was tossed out of her grasp
>Rushing in, you took hold of Sunset by her throat and raised her off of her feet
>She kicked wildly at you as she stared defiantly into your manic smile
“THIS IS THE END FOR YOU MY OLD FRIEND!”
>You tightened your grip around her throat as you raised your mace high to strike
>”Mistress Sparkle!”
>You looked over to the steps and saw your faithful assistant Spike climbing up them
>He grasped his abdomen as he limped over, his body caked in blood
“Spike! What happened to you!?”
>”The accursed knights carried silver arms! I could not—“
>Suddenly the two knights emerged from the steps and tackled Spike to the ground
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>>25514067
>You snarled at the Templars as they wrestled with spike
“Unhand him or I’ll—!”
>A burst of shocking pain cut you off as Sunset’s mailed fist slammed into your face
>You dropped her to the ground as you nestled your cheek with one hand while igniting a fire in your other hand
“AAAAHHHHH!!!!”
>Your fireball sailed over Sunset as she rolled to the ground, exploding behind her
>You prepared to fire another and end her once and for all, but then you saw that she had picked up something from the ground
“n-NO!”
>Sunset raised your amulet up in front of her with both hands
“DROP IT!”
>Sunset scoffed at you
>”As you wish.”
>The amulet fell to the stone ground
>You swooped over to retrieve it as Sunset cupped her hands together and raised them up high over her head
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
>Her fists crashed down upon the amulet, shattering it to pieces
>In the span of a few painful seconds, your wings molted away and you tripped to the ground
>The power immediately drained from your body, leaving you in a broken mess on the floor
>You shuddered, the intense cold of the rain and a distinct feeling of emptiness afflicting you all at once
>Rolling to your back, you looked into Sunset Shimmer’s emerald eyes
“I truly am damned.
>Sunset averted her gaze from you as she put her sword back into her sheath
>”Mercy be upon you Twilight…"
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>>25514076
>The next several days passed by in the blink of an eye, as you moped about in your dank cell
>At one point, your parents came by and tearfully bemoaned your fate
>Word had been sent out across the land in an attempt to find your brother, in the hopes that he could speak out on your behalf before it was too late
>Perhaps his favor with Princess Cadence could save you from being burnt at the stake
>Alas, as your execution rapidly approached it seemed as if all was lost
“Tis what I deserve. I have only brought further shame to my family, and given credence to my enemies’ claims. My inventions… my scientific discoveries, they shall be lost forever. Consigned to oblivion, as I am sentenced to Hell.”
>You closed your eyes as tears streamed down your face
“Forgive me mother, father, dear brother. Forgive me Lord. Forgive me—"
>The door to your cell crashed to pieces as a white knight burst inside
“SUNSET SHIMMER!?”
>”All is not lost friend! I will not allow you to die just yet, not without a chance to atone for your sins!"
>Tears began to stream from your eyes as you smiled in joy
“SUNSET MY FRIEND!”
>You threw yourself at her, wrapping your arms around her waist in a tight embrace
“Forgive me! PLEASE forgive me! I was blinded by malice and beset by demons most foul! I thought only of vengeance, and thus could not see what evil I had wrought!”
>You sobbed against your friend who returned your hug and patted her hand over your hair
>”The time for tears is over my friend. Only glory awaits you now.”
“What do you mean? Is this not my final hours?”
>”Your final hours? This is the hour of your redemption!”
“Redemption? Impossible, my sins are too great and even so there is no way the people could forgive me!”
>”Let the peasants think what they will, what matters is what WE think and what the LORD wills! That is why you must accompany me this very instant!”
”Accompany you? To where?”
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>>25514088
>Sunset smiled proudly as she backed away and grabbed you by the hand, leading you out of your cell
>”Outremer! We journey to the Holy Land!”
“The Holy Land? Surely you jest?”
>”I never jest, and do not call me Shirly!”
>You forcefully pulled back your hand from her
“and pray tell what business will I have in the Holy Land?”
>”Christendom struggles to fight back the Saracen hordes. The Crusader kingdoms require every able bodied warrior at their side!”
“I am no warrior! I am an alchemist! Why wouldst I—?”
>”Your inventions Sparkle! They say you have been able to replicate the Byzatnines' Greek Fire and that you have a number of designs for new engines of war.”
>You bashfully turned your head away
“t-The peasants and the local clergy called my work blasphemy…”
>”HA! Those short-sighted cretins cannot see that your work is merely this… ‘Science’ that thou hast spoken of. We will show the world the true genius of your ideas, win back the Holy pilgrim sites, and redeem your soul in one fell swoop!”
“i-I do not think it will be as easy as thou—“
>Sunset silenced you by putting a finger to your lips and a hand around your waist
>You trembled under her warm gaze and gentle touch as impure thoughts clouded your mind
>”Thou must trust me Twilight, stay close by my side and I shall not lead thee astray. From hence forth, we may call each other sisters and share intimacy with one another, just like when we were but children.”
>Your body quaked as she wrapped her arms around you
“i-I will follow you to the ends of the Earth dear sister!”
>Sunset squeed in delight as she tightened her grip around you, lifting you off your feet in her mighty grip
>”Most excellent! Now come, we must hurry to my horse before the guards awaken!”
“The guards?”
>As the two of you rushed out of the dungeon, your mouth fell agape and you beheld several injured men in armor lying on the ground
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>>25514009
New story?
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>>25514095
“THOU ART BREAKING ME OUT!?”
>”SHHHHH!”
>Sunset scowled as she placed her hand over your mouth
>”Dost thou wish to share a cell together?!”
>You did not dare answer that question
>You quickly followed her out of the city under the cover of dark
>You allowed Sunset to lead you through the woods, your courage buoyed by her presence
”Dear sister, does this mean that I am now… a Templar Knight?”
>Sunset stopped in her tracks and smiled affectionately at you
>”It would bring me no end of pleasure if you were to join my Order. However, one does not simply join the Knights Templar overnight. You must be trained, take holy vows…”
>Sunset walked up to you and grinned as she placed her hands over your shoulders
>”YOU WILL BECOME MY SQUIRE!"
“A squire?”
>”INDEED! Your training will begin as soon as we put enough distance between us and your captors."
>Brushing aside a bush, Sunset led you before her horse, tied to a tree
>”I’m afraid we must share one mount for the time being, but I trust you will not object.”
>Sunset quickly undid her steed’s reigns and hopped upon him
“o-Of course not.”
>”Good!”
>Sunset reached down and took your hand, pulling you up onto the saddle
>”The journey will be quite long, and the terrain here will be arduous. Hold tightly sister.”
>You awkwardly wrapped your hands around Sunset’s sides, grateful that she could not see your blush
>”Comfortable?”
“v-v-Verily so…”
>Sunset kicked her horse into action and two of you began to canter off into the woods
>”To Jerusalem! DEUS VULT!”
“d-Deus v-Vult!…"
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>>25514110
And thus begins the tale of CrusaderLight!

>>25514108
Maybe
I mostly just wrote this cause I was bored, I'm not sure if I'll continue it or not

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>>25511560
I find it hilarious how this general is full of c u c k s

I mean its one thing to like shipping and cute lesbians, and that's fine. But there are people here who would rather see their waifu get with another girl despite the fact that their waifu likes them back
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>>25514324
Less meant for >>25511560 and more meant for >>25512373
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Dykeshit when?
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>>25514147
I thought it was interesting
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>>25514536
Within the next hour. Not sure how many posts I'll get out today, but it'll be substantial.
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>>25514624
Well thanks m8. It was mostly just something I cooked up for fun, but I might continue it some time if I can think of some fun scenarios to write
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This alternate ending begins just after Twilight and Sunset are reunited, and sit down with Shining Armor for their first dinner together in two months (line 5385 in the pastebin). Reposting a few chunks from the story to set the scene.

>That night you, her, and her brother, Shining Armor, sit down for dinner together
>He's been a pretty good sport about the whole "sister kissing her girlfriend in front of him" thing, though you can tell he's pretty uncomfortable
>But you just can't resist
>She's back, she's really, really back
>You two of you hold hands under the table as you eat, occasionally pausing just to look at each other and smile
>Neither of you have said much
>It feels like there's so much to say, you don't know where to begin
>For now, it's enough to just have her here
>Twilight finishes her slice of pizza, and leans her head on your shoulder
>That's when she notices your letter, sitting partially-unfolded beneath mini-Twilight's base
>Her eyes flick across it, reading at her usual inhuman pace
>"S-Sunset! Th-th-they accepted you!"
"Heh, yeah... guess I got lucky on that one..."
>"Th-that's so c-c-cool! You c-can become a f-f-famous artist n-now!"
"Yeah..."
>"S-Sunset? You okay?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Just... it's hard to focus on that right now. I'm just... I'm so happy you're back, Twi."
>She nods, rubbing her head against your chest
>"Y-yeah... m-me too..."
>She cranes her neck to give you a smooch, and Shining averts his eyes
>For a moment, the cozy atmosphere in the room seems to envelop you like an electric blanket
>Then Shining's phone goes off, a cheesy Mariah Carey hit playing at full volume as his ringtone
>He glances down at it, and his face goes pale
>"It's mom..."
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DEUS VULT!
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>>25515355
>Twilight's eyes widen, and she clings to you
>You wrap an arm protectively around her as Shining picks up his phone
>"Hey, mom."
>You can hear their mother's voice, sounded garbled and tinny through the speaker
>It's impossible to make out what she's saying, but you can tell she's angry
>"No... no, Twilight's with me. We um... we went up to the cabin for a bit. Yeah. She seemed really upset, and I thought it'd be good for us to... to spend a little time together. Yeah, we'll..."
>He glances over at Twilight, his face somber
>"We'll be back by tomorrow night."
>Twilight buries her face in your shoulder
>She doesn't cry, or sniffle, or anything, but you can feel the sorrow weighing down on her body
>"Yeah... yeah, we'll be careful. Love you."
>He closes the phone, and sets it down
>"I'm... I'm sorry, you two."
>He stands awkwardly, pocketing his phone
>"I'm gonna go find a hotel to stay in, I guess. I'll... I'll be back tomorrow, Twi."
>He gives his sister quick, brusque pat on the back, and shuffles out of your house
>Twilight mumbles a soft goodbye, still clinging to you
"Hey... it's okay, right? We've still got tonight..."
>"I know..."
>Suddenly, the sorrow seems to snap, and Twilight begins to shake
>She's not crying, but her entire body seems to thrum and tremble with her sorrow
>"I... I d-d-don't want to go back, Sunny... the p-people there, they're all so h-h-horrible... the m-minute they found out I l-like girls they... they s-started acting like mom..."
"Twi... I'm so sorry..."
>The words don't even begin to cover the depth of what you feel
>How the fuck can the universe justify treating a girl like her this way?
>"I w-want to be happy with y-you Sunny... that's a-all I want... why c-c-can't I h-have that..."
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>>25515437
"I... I don't know..."
>"Is it... is it m-me? Am... am *I* the b-bad person?"
"What? Twilight, that's crazy, you--"
>"Sunset... y-you and m-my brother are the o-only people who ever l-liked me... e-everyone else th-thinks that I'm j-just... that I'm n-not worth anything, and... m-maybe they're right... it s-sure seems that way, s-s-sometimes..."
>You push Twilight away from you, holding her at arm's length
"Twilight. Don't you dare."
>"B-but..."
"You're right, the entire world is trying to hurt you. Your parents, your school, everyone. But don't, for the love God, *don't* start doing this to yourself. If you do, Twi... if you do, they all win. Your mom. Your bullies. All of them win. Please don't do this to yourself. Please... don't do this to me."
>You re-embrace her, Twilight burying her face in your shoulder as if she wants to sink inside of you
"You're worth so much, Twi... so much more than they'll ever see. Please don't let them win. Please."
>"I'm... I'm t-trying Sunny... I r-r-really am, but... s-sometimes I f-f-feel myself starting to believe them."
"How? I think you're worth something, right? I think you're... I think you're amazing. Do you believe them more than me?"
>"No, but... but I d-don't see you much anymore, Sunny. And s-sometimes... when I d-don't see you, and all I s-s-see is them... I forget wh-what it's like. I forget wh-what it's like to have someone around who l-loves you..."
"Then..."
>You don't even pause to consider the words that come out of your mouth next
>You don't give yourself time to think about their implications, about the dangers involved, and about the dark, dangerous path they'll set you down
>All you think about is Twilight, her pain, and your overwhelming desire to abate it
"Then I'll come back with you."
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>>25515437
OH BOY!! IT'S FORBIDDEN LOVE STUFF TIME?
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>>25515355
Its happening
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>>25515526
But going back with her is dangerous
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>>25515526
>Twilight raises her head from your shoulder, blinking in surprise
>"Sunny? But... b-but... you have to g-go to school still, right?"
"I mean, yeah, but... it doesn't have to be for a long time. I'll come down for a week or two, claim I was sick... and it'll all be good, right?"
>"I... I d-dunno... what if m-my mom f-f-finds out?"
"She won't. I'll be super incognito."
>Neither you or Twilight fail to notice the slightly pleading tone creeping into your voice
>"S-Sunny? Are y-you, um... okay?"
"I'm fine, Twi. It's just... I hate not having you around. I never realized how... how empty my life was until we started dating. I don't want to go back to being alone..."
>Twilight hesitates for a minute... then nods
>"I... I know h-how you f-f-feel... but I d-d-don't want you throwing your f-future away just to k-keep me happy... w-we both know I'm not w-worth that, Sunny..."
"Twi--"
>She cuts you off with a kiss, wrapping your hand between hers
>"Please, S-Sun... I d-don't want to spend our night together a-arguing... we'll think of what t-to do in the morning, o-okay? Let's just e-e-enjoy this..."
>You nod, then return her kiss, the sweetness of her mouth seeming to fill your chest with a soft, radiant warmth
>She breaks away, leaning against you
>This time, she clings to you not out of desperation, but out of love, breathing a contended sigh against your neck
>"S-Sunny..."
"Mm?"
>"N-nothing... I'm just s-so happy to s-s-see you again... even if..."
>She lets the sentence trail off, but you both understand what she means
"Yeah..."
>Without warning, you hook an arm under Twilight's legs and another under her torso, lifting her up in a princess carry
>She yelps in surprise, but quickly falls into a fit of giggling as you carry her into the living room, collapsing onto the couch with her
>And then her giggles fall silent as she begins to kiss you everywhere her mouth can reach
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>>25515839

>The next few hours seem to pass in a haze of bliss
>Twilight's kisses fall like rose petals on your mouth, ceasing only for sudden, passionate bouts of love-making, and to pop in a Power Ponies DVD
>You're pretty sure you've seen this entire show twice over by now, but you feel it's almost become symbolic of your relationship
>Looking back, you probably should have slowed down, or savored the moment, or something
>But you couldn't
>You were too wrapped up in your own joy to even think of slowing down
>At that moment, all you wanted was Twilight, and she wanted nothing but you
>And so you fell into each other, becoming -- if just for that moment -- one
>And when you'd had enough, Twilight flopped across you, curling into a tight, naked, sweaty ball in your lap, the doofiest grin on her face
>She was unconscious almost immediately, but you held on for a few minutes more, your body quivering from pleasure and fatigue as you stroked Twilight's hair, her head resting atop your chest, gently rising and falling with the motion of your breathing
>You would have given anything to freeze that moment, to spend the rest of eternity curled there with Twilight
>But, of course, you knew you couldn't
>Morning would come, and she'd be gone again
>But, for a few hours more, you had her
>And, for a few hours more, you were happy

Going to pause here for a bit. I think it's only fair to let the two of them enjoy their moment for a bit, don't you?
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>>25515947
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>>25515947
Yes they should enjoy the moment. If only this could actually happen irl....
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>>25514110
this is a wacky multiverse (and I like it)
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>>25516386

u u u u
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>>25516114
Nothing good ever happens irl anon
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>>25515947
I can feel that awfully familiar heartache coming back.
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>>25517514
Isn't it great?
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>>25517334
I want to be sexually experimented on by Traplight.
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>>25517616
>You are anon
>And you have just woken up strapped to a table
>But not strapped down on you're back
>You're on your stomach
>Face down ass up
>You feel a hand smack your ass aggressively.
>"Well anon looks like you're awake now."
>The voice of one Twilight sparkle accompanies another ass slap.
"Twilight where the fuck are we, and why the fuck am I here?"
>"Oh, Anon no need to worry just take this."
>She places a pillow underneath your head
>"Well, are you ready?"
"Ready for what?"
>As you say that you feel your pants get pulled down and a slight knocking on the back door.
>"You might want to bite the pillow, Anon, I'm going in dry."
"WHOA HOL-"
>And then it happens
>You are then fucked all night, like a whore, by Traplight Sparkle
>The end.
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>>25517716
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>>25517716
Lewd.
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>>25517716
I came
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>>25517716

9/11 great post
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>This thread

I actually don't mind the stories that much, I just felt like using this reaction image.
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>>25518492
Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy are actually lesbians so your reaction image is void
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>>25518511
>HQ is voiced by Tara
>Twilight is voiced by Tara
>HQ is a lesbian
therefore Twilight is a lesbian
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>>25518755
I like the way you think
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But is Tara a lesbian?
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>>25519366
meant for >>25518755
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>>25519366
probably
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>>25519666
Why don't people understand that everyone is a lesbian? Those girls you see? Lesbians. Those two cool dudes? Also lesbians. That husband and wife? Lesbians. Their kids are dykes too, including their son. That gay male couple? Lesbians. Literally everyone is a lesbian.
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>>25519666
satan confirms tara is probably a lesbian
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>>25519666
Thanks satan
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>>25520535
Twi wouldn't wear underwear
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>>25520693

What makes you think that?
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>>25520785
Do cats eat chicken?
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>>25521105
Depends, do cats shit, too?
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Took a break from writing to draw for a bit (read: about 7 hours).

Ended up doing a ponified version of my favorite scene from Trapshit.
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>>25521124
pony traplight has 2 horns
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>>25520535
>>25520991
underwear twis a cute
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>>25521105

Yes.

https://www.purinaone.com/cats/products/smartblend-chicken-and-turkey-flavor
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I need me so Bullylight
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>>25522020
other than the story I can't imagine twilight doing anything wrong
thats a good thing right?
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>>25508799
that op tho
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>r9k left of on a fairly happy note and she is at a club surrounded by friends.

The Sad Clown Prophecy is not yet fulfilled. r9k must be revived!
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>>25510934
I BELIEVE IN YOU, EQG
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>>25511560
Hot
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>>25522020
This its been a while
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>>25525005
I kinda want sugarlight more
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>>25525325
We all do
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>>25526141
Still waiting on selfcest
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>>25526141
>PT: Sunset loves me the most
>ST: N-no Sunset loves me more
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>>25515947

>You're not sure who wakes first, you or Twilight
>Regardless, both of you pretend to still be sleeping, if just to savor a few more minutes in each other's grasp
>It isn't until Twilight's stomach lets out a loud, distinct rumble that you finally force yourself out of her arms, heading into the kitchen to cook breakfast
>Away from her warmth, goosebumps immediately begin to rise across your bare skin
>In the kitchen, you set about mixing pancake batter, going through the motions mechanically, your mind far away
>Twilight follows you in, wrapped only in a blanket, and sits at your kitchen table
>"M-morning, Sun..."
"Morning, Twi."
>You set a plate of pancakes down in front of her, along with some syrup, OJ, and a fork
>Twilight licks her lips, and you can tell she's trying hard to be polite as she cuts off her first dainty little bite
>She chews and swallows, avoiding eye contact the entire time
>"So, um... about last night--"
"Shhhh... not yet."
>You pull a chair up next to her, sitting just close enough that your shoulders touch
"Let's just enjoy this a little more, okay?"
>"O-okay..."
>Twilight raises her next bite to her mouth slowly, her hand shaking
"Twi? You oka--?"
>Twilight throws herself into your arms, shaking
>"I d-d-don't wanna l-leave, Sunny... p-please... p-p-p-please don't make me g-g-go back there..."
>Twilight's momentum nearly bowls you over backwards, and she wraps her arms around you like a drowning woman
>You reach up, instinctively, to pat her back, but your attempts to find any form of comforting words fall short
"Hey... hey..."
>You coo gently into her ear, but in the inside you're feeling just as cut up as she is
"I... I said I'd come back with you, remember? It's not gonna be so bad..."
>Twilight sniffles
>"I t-told you... you c-c-can't..."
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>>25526323
MORE DYKESHIT
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>>25526323
Of course Sunny can go back. She just might be beaten to death by fairy tale believers
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>>25526323
>Twilight takes a long shaky breath, setting her fork on her plate
>"My m-mom... she'll k-k-kill you, S-Sunny..."
"Twi."
>You place a hand under Twilight's chin, tilting her face back so she's staring right into your face
"Do I look like I'm scared of a forty-year-old woman?"
>Twilight gulps
>"N-no, but... y-y-you don't know how sh-she is... she a-a-always gets what she wants... she's... she's d-dangerous. She's h-hurt me enough now, but I can't -- I *w-won't* let her hurt you..."
"Losing you is going to hurt way more than anything she can do to me."
>Twilight goes rigid
"My life fucking sucks without you. If you let her come between, then... then she's already won. We can't let that happen, Twi."
>"B-but... b-b-but..."
>She seems to deflate, curling limply against you
>"I j-just don't want you to get hurt..."
"I won't. I'll be so damn careful, Twi. And besides, it'll just be for a few days. I'll come down, hang with you, beat the shit out of anyone who's bullying you... and I'll come back. It'll just be a few days, nothing bad."
>"I... I t-trust you, Sunny. But I'm w-w-worried."
"Yeah... I am too. But it's worth it, Twi. If I get to be with you."
>You spear another bite of pancake, holding it up to her mouth
"Now eat up."
>With a bashful smile, she lets you feed her the rest of the pancakes, then the two of you dress and head out to enjoy the remainder of your day together

>Neither of you talk much; instead, you find yourselves walking aimlessly through your neighborhood, admiring your neighbors gardens in full spring bloom
>They're all so beautiful
>Twilight holds tightly to your arm, as if worried you could vanish on her at any moment
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>>25526345
>She just might be beaten to death by fairy tale believers
>by fairy tale believers
OH BOY HERE WE GO
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>>25526402
>"S-Sunny?"
"Mm?"
>"Do you w-want to visit Dash and G-G-Gilda?"
"Oh, shit, yeah. I'm sure they'd love to see you."
>That gets a smile out of Twilight, and she practically pulls your arm out of its socket as she takes off toward their house

>Dash's door is answered by a very groggy-looking Gilda, dressed only in boxers and a t-shirt three sizes too big
>"Oh. Hey assholes. Hey Twi."
>She blinks twice, staring at Twilight
>"Holy shit! You're back!"
>She grabs Twilight, wrapping her in a hug so tight she squeaks, Gilda's enthusiasm lifting her off her feet
>"When the fuck did you get here, you crazy cunt!?"
>Twilight tries to respond, but you think she's currently asphyxiating
>Gilda sets Twilight back down, calling up to Dash
>"Yo, Rainbow! Get the fuck down here! Twilight's back!"
>"Twilight!?"
>You here Dash's voice from somewhere within the mini-mansion, and a few seconds later she appears, dressed in -- as far as you can tell -- only an oversized hoodie
>"Ha! Oh my God!"
>She sprints down the stairs, wrapping Twilight in a less bone-crushing, but no less enthusiastic hug
>Twilight's face is beet red, but you can tell she loves all the attention
>"How the fuck did you get here?"
>"I... u-um..."
>You push Dash and Gilda back
"Alright, alright, let the girl have her space."
>Twilight sticks her hoody strings in her mouth
>"It's, um... k-kind of a long story..."
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>>25526531
twi is cute when she chews on her hoodie strings
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>>25526345
The fuck m8. Religion is very prominent throughout the world. Your mind is filth for dissing the ideas of others.
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>>25526711
wat
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>>25526711
My mind isn't the one that is killing people based on their orientation sir
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>>25526531

>The four of you sit down together at Dash's dining room table (or one of them, rather, apparently there's three separate dining rooms in the house), and she brings out a platter of pizza rolls
>Despite the gravity of the situation, it's hard not to chuckle at the juxtaposition of having pizza rolls in rich-kid central
>Twilight doesn't eat, but she takes a few just to be polite
>Dash and Gilda sit together across from the two of you, waiting anxiously for Twilight's story
>"I, um... d-d-don't know where to begin..."
>Gilda places her hand on top of Twilight's
>"It's okay, man. Just start wherever you're comfortable, alright?"
>Dash gives Gilda a look, and the white-haired girl blushes
>"What!?"
>"Never knew you were so sensitive, G."
>"Fuck off. Seriously, though, whenever you're ready."
>She pats the back of Twilight's hand, leaning back in her chair
>"I, um... s-s-so... m-my mom took me back, the night after Sunset and I, um... the night after we first... y-you know..."
>Twilight fidgets with her pizza rolls, blushing
>"Got some?"
>Gilda holds out her first for Twilight to bump, but Dash slaps it away
>"Hey, this is serious, you asshole."
>Gilda folds her arms over her chest, rolling her eyes, and Twilight continues
>"S-so, um... after she t-t-took me back..."

>Over the course of the story, Dash's and Gilda's faces change from the congenial excitement of meeting Twilight, to sorrow at her treatment at school, and then to rage when they hear about her mother's actions
>You, however, feel nothing but numb
>You don't think your body is even capable of processing this level of hatred for another person
>Twilight hiccups slightly, and you grab ahold of her hand under the table, giving her a comforting squeeze
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>>25526843
No one would have to be killed if the homosexuals did not exist. Like they don't even promote anything positive with humanity.
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>>25526867
Holy shit
dykeshit guy is back again
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>>25526867
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>>25526867
What the fuck are you on? Homosexuals don't do anything to harm society. If anything they help by teaching the youth to be open.
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>>25526895
ALL HAIL THE PRINCE OF DYKES!
Also I'm going to try to write tonight but no promises on posting. I'm working hard to break out of this writing coma. TRAINERLIGHT DOESN'T DIE UNTIL I SAY IT DOES DAMN IT!
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>>25527228
>ALL HAIL THE PRINCE OF DYKES!
this was the first thing I thought of https://youtu.be/qCTbFN0EsDM
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Seeing that Jeff is taking a break, I will dump the 1000 words or so that I have right now and then write the rest of it live in a half hour.

http://pastebin.com/hd0usy3y

Also good work as always, Jeff.
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>>25527337
>i'm not going to post until thanksgiving
liar
more sperg the better
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>>25527337
Do it pls
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>>25527463
Please shut the fuck up.

>>25527337
>You follow the athlete inside and close the door behind you.
>You take off your backpack and open it, letting your Spike run free.
>Indigo gives you a look, which while you aren't completely sure, you guess it's a confused one.
>"You bring your dog to school?"
"And you don't?"
>Zap begins to giggle.
>"Heh. Good one, Twilight."
>She gives you a slight jab in the arm, causing you to yelp.
"Wh-why did you hit me? That hurt..."
>You instinctively grab where you were hit.
>"I was just being playful, dude."
>You recall Rainbow Dash doing something similar at the fair.
"Oh..."
>"Shit. I'm sorry, Twilight. You alright?"
"I'm...I'm fine."
>You see Spike head to the kitchen, and then notice him circling around the patio doors.
>You enter the kitchen and towards the doors, Indigo following you.
"Looks like someone needs to do his business," you say affectionally.
>You open the door and let him out, watching him run out to his favorite spot.
"Go on, Spike," you playfully say as he heads out.
>Indigo chuckles.
>"Heh. I can see how he got that name."
"Yeah," you reply, also chuckling.
>Thankful that you don't have to pick up after him this time, you let him run back in when he's done, picking him up and holding him, giving him the occasional pet.
>"So, uh, your dog..."
"Yeah? W-What about him?"
>"Is he like your service dog or some shit?"
"M-My service dog?"
>"Yeah. No offense."
>You may not be offended per say, but to say you're puzzled is an understatement.
"Um, no. He isn't. Why do you think he's a service dog?"
>You give Spike's ears a nice rub, causing him to yawn in response.
"O-Oh, and, uh, none taken."
>Indigo shrugs.
>"I dunno, man. The fact that you bring a dog to school, and that you hav-"
"Aspergers?"
>"Yeah, that."
"Indigo, you I'm not THAT autistic..."
>Zap rubs the back of her head.
>"Yeah, but...if he isn't your service dog, then how do get to bring him to school?"
"Oh, that's easy. I smuggle him in!"
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>>25527473
>"...you smuggle him in?"
"Yep!" you reply with a smile. "And before you ask, no, I'm not gonna tell you where I hide him."
>Indigo gives you another may-or-may not be confused look.
>"I wasn't even gonna ask anyway, man."
"O-Oh..."
>You deflate at the social miscue, looking down.
>"Cute dog, though," Indigo says as she lets Spike sniff her fingers before he gives a little lick.
>She then gives him a rub behind the ears, and Spike responds with a lick to the face, causing the jock to giggle like a little girl.
"I think he likes you."
>"Heh. Yeah..."
>You let Spike out of your arms.
>"So what should we do first, dude?"
>You give it a quick thought.
"W-We could go up to my room..."
>"Sounds like a plan to me! Last one there's a rotten egg!"
>Indigo runs off.
>You hear a "WOO" in the distance.
"H-Hey, wait up!"
>You chase her up the stairs.
>"Whoa, what's this?" you hear as you enter your room, out of breath.
>Man, you're out of shape.
>Seriously, you should really consider going to a gym or something.
>Though then again, it is pretty hard to run in a school uniform.
"What's..."
>You gasp.
"...what?"
>Another breath.
>"This."
>You notice she is looking at one of your inventions.
"Oh! That's, um, a 3D printer I built over the summer."
>"Wait, you built this?"
"Yep! W-Well, my dad helped me a little bit here and there, but most of it was done by me."
>"So, uh, how does it work?"
"I'm glad you asked!"
>You clap your hands and squee.
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>>25527484
>Indigo doesn't react, but still...
>Fuck.
>Pushing the cringe away, you grab your laptop, sit in your chair, and get it ready, connecting it to the printer wirelessly.
"So. What would you like for this thing to make, Indigo?"
>"Um..."
>She appears to give it a thought.
>"How about..."
>Please don't be a giant dong request again...
>"A car?"
>Crisis averted.
"Alright. A-Any type of car in, um, particular?"
>You do your best to maintain eye contact with Indigo.
>"I dunno, a Lamborghini?"
"W-What model?"
>"What model? Shit, man. I dunno."
"C'mon. A Gallardo? An Aventador? A Miura?"
>"Wait, how do you know about Lamborghinis?"
"My brother's into cars. And I kinda like researching random shit when I'm bored."
>"Ah. Y'know what? I'll go with an Aventador. Why not?"
"C-Coming right up!"
>You start entering in some code, but before you begin the process...
"Um, Indigo?"
>"Yeah, dude?"
>"I-Is there any particular color you, uh, want this mold to be?"
>"Uh, shit. How about grey. Just like my actual car."
"Alright."
>You type in one more string of code to begin the process.
>The machine begins to heat up; some sparks begin to fly as the mold is being formed.
>"Whoa..."
>Indigo appears nearly frozen in awestruck wonder as she observes.
>Similarly to the time you had Rainbow Dash and Sunset Shimmer over, you try your best to explain to Indigo how it works.
>You can't tell if she completely understands, but you can't help but smile at her amusement.
>Eventually, the machine finishes the mold, and as Indigo is about to grab the finished product...
"No, don't!"
>You grab Indigo by the arm just before she's able to grab it.
>"Uh..."
"T-The mold's REALLY hot. Let it cool off for a few minutes."
>"Okay..."
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>>25527503
>While waiting, Zap observes the plastic car.
>"Dude..."
>She continues looking at it.
>"Fuck it, I'm grabbing it."
"Wait, do-"
>Indigo picks up the little car before you are able to stop her.
>To your surprise (and relief), however, she doesn't express anything in terms of pain.
>She spins the car around, looking at all its details.
>"Holy shit, Twilight. This thing is so cool!"
>She turns the car upside down.
>"It's even got all the stuff that's under a car!"
>The fact that Indigo of all people is impressed with your inventions is enough to really raise your spirits.
>You begin to blush a bit.
>"Yo, Twi?"
"Y-Yeah?"
>"Can I keep this? This would look so awesome in my room."
"S-Sure!"
>"Aw, sweet! Thanks, man!"
>She walks to her backpack on the floor and puts the mold in the front pocket.
>Indigo then takes a seat on your bed.
>"I gotta say, Twilight. That printer of yours might be the coolest thing I've ever seen."
"R-Really?"
>You blush a bit more.
>"Yeah, man."
"O-Oh, wow. Th-Thank you. It, um, really means a lot to me."
>"You're welcome, man. You, uh, make anything else with that thing?"
>You look at your desk.
"You know those Power Ponies statues I have?"
>"Yeah?"
"I made those using this thing."
>Indigo takes another look at the figurines.
>"Dude. That's sick. You could make a killing making and selling these things!"
"W-Well, I don't think I could kill people making statues."
>"Uh, no. Killing as in making a ton of money."
"O-Oh...well, I dunno."
>"Just something to think about."
"I guess..."
>A few awkward seconds of silence passes.
>"So what should we do next, dude?"


And now, the fun begins.
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>>25527228
(Oh and I'm retarded. I forgot to update the paste so here's the stuff since the CYOA added. http://pastebin.com/xatdzNKp )
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>>25526851
I want to believe everything will turn out alright.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XgdkVG6j5qk
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>>25527473
>>"Heh. I can see how he got that name."
I do not want to know
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>>25527521
"Um..."
>Indigo gets up and looks at your library of video games and pulls one out.
>You see that it's Left 4 Dead for PlayStation 3.
>"Whoa! I haven't played this in years! Dude let's play it!"
"Uh, I dunno...I'm not really good at shooters."
>You do your usual stimming.
>"Aw, c'mon dude! Please?"
>Indigo's practically begging to play it, her eyes wide and pleading.
"Alright. Let's do it."
>You grab the disk from Indigo and then turn on the console, then popping it in.
>"You have a PS4, too?"
"Yes."
>"Dude, we should totally be friends on PSN!"
>Indigo grabs her phone and texts you her username.
"DickDestroyer69?"
>"Yeah, I know. It's bad. I've been meaning to change it for a while."
>You shoot Indigo a confused look.
>"Oh, come on! I was 12, dude!"
"O-Okay. Let's just, uh, play."
>"Sounds good to me!"
>You grab your controllers and begin play, playing online and starting together as the survivors: Louis, Zoey, Francis and Bill.
>You are Louis (grabbin peelz!), and Indigo is Zoey.
>You start out at the safe house, grabbing supplies.
>"Let's fucking do this!
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>>25527695
>Everything starts off mostly well, with your allies doing most of the work killing zombies.
>You try your best, but you find yourself getting in trouble constantly, whether it be getting trapped by a Smoker or getting blasted by a Boomer.
>You find yourself being saved a lot, whether it be being saved from a zombie or simply being patched up.
>Meanwhile, Indigo is having a blast.
>"YEAH! GET SOME!"
>She's making everything look easy, killing zombies with efficiency.
>She even managed to take down a Hulk.
>Meanwhile, you still struggle, this time getting tackled by none other than the Witch, the strongest character in the game in terms of damage infliction.
>Curse you and your flashlight.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
>You're about to die.
>That thing's tearing into your insides!
>Your health is getting dangerously low.
>And no one's about to save you this time.
>"Oh, shit! Hold on, I'm coming"
>Indigo kills some more zombies and gets to you.
>"DIE, BITCH!"
>She kills the Witch with a single shotgun blast, getting you out of a sticky situation.
>"Yeah!"
>Indigo then patches you up with her final first aid kit.
"W-Wait! Wouldn't you need this for later?"
>"Nah, man. It's all good. You need it more."
"Um...t-thanks for, uh, saving me. Again."
>"No problem, man. You having fun?"
>She asks this as she shoots and kills a stray zombie.
"Y-Yeah! Even though I'm getting killed a lot, I'm having a great time!"
>"Sweet!"
>As you two get closer to ending the level, you get to the rooftop.
>It's just the two of you, now. The two others died along the way.
>"You ready?" Zap asks as you two go up the elevator.
>You take a breath.
"Y-Yeah. Let's do this."
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>>25527889
>You do better this time around. A lot better.
>The two of you blast your way past, trying to get to the helicopter.
>Just as you get to the top, a Tank spawns.
>"Shit! Run!"
>You two try to speed your way up to the top, trying to avoid getting killed by the Tank.
>By some miracle, you make it up top, but the tank followed you up the whole way.
>You both try circling it and shooting at it, but it doesn't make much of a difference.
>"Shit, get on helicopter, man!"
"W-What about you, though?!"
>"I'll take him on! You stay behind!"
>It's a fierce battle, but Indigo gets killed.
"Get! End the level, man!"
>Just before the Tank can strike you, you get to the chopper.
>You leave, the only one who actually lived.
>The level ends.
>"Dude..."
>You prepare yourself for what she's gonna say.
>"That...was awesome!"
>Indigo wraps her arm around you tightly.
>It takes a few moments, but you ease yourself to her touch.
>"I'm having a blast, hanging with you, man."
"R-Really?"
>"Fuck yeah, Twi! I haven't had this much fun with someone in a while!"
"Um, don't you have fun with your other friends, too?"
>Zap shrugs.
>"Ehh, they're alright, I guess. Though they can be kinda unbearable...a lot."
"Unbearable? I thought they liked you."
>Indigo laughs.
>"You kidding me? We pretty much can't stand each other! We're always arguing and bitching at each other and shit."
"T-Then why do you hang out with them?"
>Indigo sighs.
>"I dunno, man. I just, do I guess. Though, things weren't always like that. I miss those days..."
>You decide not to poke the bear anymore, refraining yourself from asking her any further questions.
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>>25528093
Pausing here for a bit. Need to help my father move some boxes. Hope you're enjoying this so far!
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>>25528122
I know I have. I love this bonding time.
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>>25528093
>You get a text from your mother, telling you that she and Dad will be home in an hour.
"O-Oh, and she's bringing pizza home for dinner. Dad doesn't feel like cooking tonight."
>"Sounds good. Though I do like a good meatloaf."
>You shrug.
"Eh, I can take it or leave it, personally."
>"Dude, meatloaf is awesome! How could you say that?"
"I dunno."
>"Eh, good enough. How about another round?"
"S-Sounds good to me. But we have to be zombies this time."
>You and Indigo play even more.
>You do a lot better playing as zombies than you do as a survivor, and as a result, have a lot more fun.
>"YEAH!"
>Indigo sure does say that a lot.
>You and her exchange many high fives over the game.
>Just as you end your 3rd game, you hear the front door open, followed by footsteps.
>"Oh, girls!" you hear your mother. "We're home with grub!"
>"What she said!" you hear your father say in response.
>"Aw shit, I'm starving!"
>Your stomach begins to rumble.
"Same!"
>"Last one there's a rotten egg!"
>You run with Indigo down the stairs, getting ahead of her just before you reach the staircase, and you beat her to the kitchen!
>You immediately give your parents a warm and tight hug, with them hugging back in response.
>"Hi, sweetie! How's your day been?"
>You release.
"It's been great so far! Me and Indigo have been having a really good time, together!"
>You don't lie to your mother this time.
>This pleases you greatly, being genuine this time.
>"Oh, you must be Indigo Zap!" your father says.
>"Uh, yeah..."
>"I don't think we've met. I'm Nightlight, Twilight's dad..."
>He wraps his arm around your mother.
>"...and this here is my wife, Twilight Velvet."
>He and Mom release, and then Dad extends a hand out to Indigo as they shake hands.
>"Pleased to meet you."
>"And, uh, you the same."
>"You one of Twilight's friends?"
>Indigo appears a bit tense for some reason.
>"Uh, yeah. You could say that."
>Her eyes shift around.
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>>25528482
Too bad it went to shit a couple years later.
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>>25528426
>"Can you get some plates, Twilight?" your mother asks.
"Sure thing!"
>You grab a stack of four plates and place them on the counter alongside the pizza boxes.
>Your mother opens the two boxes.
>"Let's eat!"
>You grab two slices, one sausage and onion, the other pepperoni.
>Indigo follows, grabbing two sausage and onions.
>You head to the table and sit, beginning to eat.
>"So Indigo, tell me about yourself," asks your father. "You go to Crystal Prep with Twilight, correct?"
>The goggle wearing girl takes a bite of pizza.
>"Uh, yeah. I do."
>"Oh! And I'm assuming this is your senior year as well!"
>"Yes. I am a senior..."
>Indigo still seems oddly tense.
>What is there to be tense about.
>"Are you thinking about what you're gonna do after you graduate?" your mother asks as she takes a sip of red wine.
>"Uh, I wanna play soccer in college. I play for the soccer team at school."
>"You're an athlete, eh?" Dad asks.
>Indigo nods.
>"Have you gotten any offers? Anyone recruiting you?"
>"Yeah, actually. I've gotten offers from, oh let's see...University of Canterlot, Smoky Mountain State, Crystal Empire University, the University of Mareyland..."
>"All good schools," your father replies. "All Division I's, too. My son Shining Armor goes to U of C. Also went to Crystal Prep during his high school years."
>"Wait, hold on, Twilight. Your brother's Shining Armor?"
"Yes? He is."
>"THE Shining Armor?"
"...yes?"
>"Holy crap! That's awesome!"
>Indigo begins shaking you a bit.
>"Heh, sorry about that.
"N-No, it's fine."
<"But dude, that's awesome! You're bro's, like, a Crystal Prep legend!"
"A-And so I've heard..."
>"Yom I heard he might go pro after this season!"
>"Yep!" your mother proudly says.
>"That's amazing. I wish him good luck."
>"Why thank you, Indigo."
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>>25528589
>"And Twilight also has some plans after high school, isn't that right?" asks your father.
>You take a bite of pizza.
"Y-Yeah. I'm trying to submit some research so I can get into the Everton Independent Study Program next semester. Then I wanna go to the University of Canterlot and major in physics after I graduate."
>"Aw, that's pretty cool, dude. I've heard that U of C is super tough to get into, even for athletes."
"Y-Yeah."
>"And we are so very proud of you, Twilight. No matter what, you'll always make us proud," says your mother.
>You blush a bit.
"You'll always be our little Twilight," says Dad.
"T-Thanks, guys."
>You smile at your parents love.
>Indigo groans a bit. You don't know why.
>Is the pizza making her stomach upset or something?
>A few more bites of pizza later...
>"So, uhh, what do you guys do?"
>"I'm a chemical engineer myself, and my wife's a literary professor at the University of Canterlot."
>"Twilight and I are always talking about what I discussed in lecture. We both love to read very much, don't we, sweetie?"
"Yep!" you say with food in your mouth.
>Your mother giggles a bit.
>"Oh, that's cool, I guess..."
>Indigo's eyes shift around again.
>"So, Indigo," you mother asks. "How about your parents?"
>"My parents? Uhh..."
>She finishes off her second slice.
>"My mom was a nurse. She's retired now, though. Sort of. And my stepdad's the CEO of some large company."
"S-Stepdad?"
>"Yeah, man. My parents divorced when I was 7. Then my mom married this rich guy like a month later. Look, can we stop talking about my parents? I don't...feel very comfortable talking about them."
>"That's fine," remarks your father.
>Indigo gets up for seconds, but drops her plate, causing it so shatter.
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>>25528733
>Indigo then cowers a bit.
>"Oh, shit! Shit! I'm so sorry! I...I didn't mean to! It was an accident! Fuck! I'm sorry! I'm sorry I'm sorry! P-Please don't hurt me..."
>She shields herself away, as though preparing to be punished.
>Your parents begin to laugh, however.
>"Here, let me get you a new one. Honey, can you get a dustpan and help sweep this up?"
>Your dad goes out to get the dustpan, while your mother gets up and retrieves Indigo a new plate, crouching down to give it to her.
>"Here you go, sweetie."
>"Y-You're not gonna punish me?"
>Your mother chuckles.
>"Of course not! Why would we punish you? It was only an accident."
>You're mother says this in a soothing voice.
>"Um...thanks."
>Indigo gets up and retrieves seconds.
>Indigo grabs the plate and along with you, making sure not to step on the shards, gets seconds.
>Your father cleans up rather quickly, and you all eventually return to the table.
>The rest of dinner is mostly you and your parents talking about their days, as Indigo appears to stunned to speak.
>She does pitch in on occasion, but not often.
>It reminds of you when you're out with Sunset and the girls, when they're talking and you struggle to join in.
>Dinner ends, and you take your plates to the sink, where Mom washes them.
>"Why don't we all go out for ice cream in an hour or so? Does that sound good to you girls?" asks your mother with a smile.
"S-Sure! I'd love to."
>"How about you, Indigo?"
>"Uhh, sure. Sounds good..."
>You give your parents one last hug and thank them for dinner before you and Indigo go back upstairs in silence.
>You close the door, and Indigo slouches down to the floor, burying her face in her hands and sighing.
>"Your parents are way too fucking nice, dude."
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>>25528589
You gotta backwards arrow in this post
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>>25528877
>You sit in your computer chair, slightly rocking it back and forth a bit as you sit.
"M-My parents are too nice? I don't understand."
>"I dunno, man. I mean, your parents are so nice to you. And they were so kind to me and...fuck, I dunno."
"Um, I s-still don't understand."
>Indigo sighs a bit.
>"Look, Twilight. Remember when you asked me if I wanted to hang at my house?"
"Yes?"
>"And I said no, because my folks are annoying?"
"Yeah?"
>"Well, let's just say I can't stand them."
>She sighs again.
>"I never feel like I can please them. My Mom always yells at me and calls me a disappointment and shit all the time."
>You lean forward, forcing eye contact.
>"One time, when I was, like, 10, I dropped a plate in the middle of some dinner involving my stepdad and some clients. It was some sort of important business meeting, I dunno. So I drop the plate in the middle of it, and my mom gets pissed. She forces me to get a dustbin and clean it up, and so I do, and I bring it to the kitchen and throw the debris away. Pretty sure my dad yelled at me, too, but I don't really remember much about that."
>She groans a bit.
>"Then she forced me to clean the ENTIRE kitchen with a toothbrush after the dinner ended and my stepdad headed out, I shit you not. And whenever I missed a spot, she'd kick me in the side, or grab me and punch me in the chest, it was bad. Oh, and she was yelling at me, too. Telling me that I should have never been born, that my existence was a mistake."
"A mistake?"
>"My Mom had me when she was in college, man. I wasn't exactly planned, let's say."
"Oh..."
>"So, yeah. Oh, and one time she tried to stab me while I was asleep while she was drunk. Fun stuff. She really likes her gin, that's for sure. And she likes to hit me with a belt repeatedly whenever I do anything wrong. And yell at me."
>Indigo sighs.
>You do feel empathetic, but so empathetic to the point where you it freezes you in anxiety.
>Shit, what should you do?
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>>25529104
I know. It's corrected in the paste I'm writing this in.
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>”I trust you understand the importance of confidentiality, Ms. Sparkle.”
>An old man’s voice sounds from the darkness and rings in your ears.
>He says it in a way that leaves no room for debate. Even if you didn’t understand, you understood.
“Yes, of course, Director,” you reply with as much poise as you can muster.
>”Good.”
>A light flickers on in the middle of what is revealed to be quite a small table.
>Across from you at this table is an old wrinkle of a man whose eyes are hidden under his bushy eyebrows.
>The lower half of his face is decorated with an equally large, though infinitely better trimmed mustache.
>Both are as grey as the steel walls of the small room the two of you occupy.
“Director Alabaster, please let me say how glad I am you chose my file of all the applicants to help guide this mission,” you say and extend your hand.
>You’re unsure if he’s ignoring you or simply unable to see your hand through his eyebrows.
>Either way, you reluctantly bring your hand back down to your lap.
>”Do not misunderstand, Ms. Sparkle. You are not guiding anything.”
>He shuffles about in his seat and retrieves a manilla folder from somewhere, likely under himself.
>The words “Top Secret” are stamped across the front in a very stereotypical military font.
>”And I did not accept your application over all the others.”
“I’m confused, then. What is all this?”
>Alabaster slaps the folder on the table and slides it over to you.
>”What you signed yourself up for was merely a test to see if you could be trusted.”
“Pardon me?”
>”You and five other applicants made it through the preliminary round. You all underwent extensive background checks. You haven’t made one fart we don’t know about.”
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>>25529173

>You gulp. This is escalating very quickly.
>”It’s currently between you and another applicant. They’re being interviewed in the next room by my assistant.”
“Interviewed for what? I thought I was leading an expedition to the outer rim galaxies to catalog exotic fauna.”
>”You will be going to the outer rim galaxies. It just won’t be for exotic fauna.”
“Then what am I doing, Director?”
>”Twilight Sparkle, born and raised in Canterlot. You graduated from Crystal Prep with top marks, and aced your way through two other ivy league colleges to earn several degrees. Why?”
“Why? Because I love to learn,” you tell him nervously. “I would really like an explanation as to why I’m here, Director,” you reiterate, trying your best not to stutter.
>How could some 80-year old man be so intimidating?
>”I don’t think it’s because you love to learn. I think it’s because you love a challenge.”
>Is it getting hot in here?
>You smile crookedly and try to open a gap between your neck and your collar, but to no avail.

>”You made all of six friends during your time in Canterlot. The rest of your social life, if you could call it that, is categorized by over zealous attempts at bonding which only led to inevitable disappointment and loneliness. Most people in your situation would have killed themselves before the twelfth grade.”
“Well, suicide statistics do tend to be higher in high schoolers since the introduction of the Common Global Learning Agenda.”
>Spouting factoids always puts you at ease.
>Maybe if he keeps this up, you’ll have more opportunities to share some information with him.
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>>25529184

>”But you didn’t. You stayed on your heartbroken path for reasons only God knows and I can guess at, but I’ve always been a good judge of character.”
“Actually, the existence of a God has been widely rejected since the fourth world war.”
>Right then, the thick eyebrows obscuring his eyes lift a bit, giving you the slightest glimpse of his white orbs.
“T-that’s not to say there isn’t one. I was only s-stating a fact. Not the fact there isn’t a God--I mean the fact that people dispute a God. I mean o-of course there could be one. What I’m trying to s-say is--”
>”I’m sure whatever it is will only disappoint me further, so do refrain from it.”
“Yes, sir.”
>He slides the top secret folder over to you slowly.
>”The contents of this folder are the real reason you got yourself involved in this whole charade, Ms. Sparkle. You and one other person have been specially chosen to view what’s inside it.”
“For what reason?”
>”Because information this sensitive can only be shared with the most trustworthy of people. Your applying to our little ruse was the first step: seeing how far you were willing to travel from home.”
>You peel open the folder and begin to sift through the stack of papers within.
>It’s a mess of blurry images, coordinates, and scarce information on a large white planet.
“ACW-6 Alpha?”
>”Sort for Ath’roki Central World, residing in the sixth rim galaxy of the Alpha quadrant.”
>A small part of you dies inside.
>The once heated sweat that was beading on your forehead turns ice cold.
>In fact, the whole temperature of the room goes down a little.
“D-director?”
>”Now do you understand the importance of confidentiality?”
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>>25529194

“Are all these really on the Ath’roki homeworld?”
>”We’ve found it, Twilight. Those squids left their window open, and we flew right in.”
“I can’t believe it. Humans have been looking for this for decades since the Great War started.”
>”And now, in the year 2167, we have it. We have the key, Twilight,” he says with a little less gruff than the rest of your conversation.
“We have to share this with the Universal Council right away. They’ll be speechless!”
>”I know. That’s exactly why they haven’t been told yet.”
>You’re floored.
>For the last 57 years, humans have been looking for the Ath’roki homeworld.
>They’ve always had the upper hand in the war since they knew right where every human planet sat.
>Humans on the other hand, knew of seven Ath’roki proxy worlds and two central worlds. Their home planet had always remained a mystery.
>This could be the nail in the coffin for those squids.
“Why aren’t we jumping on this?”
>”Because those bureaucrats would jump on it too fast and too furious. They’d get this folder and send every Destroyer-class starship flying right through Ath’roki defenses. Millions would die.”
“Billions have already died.”
>”Which is precisely why we need this trump card. You signed up exactly for this, Ms. Sparkle. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to accompany a team of highly trained Paladins to ACW-6 Alpha and collect as much information as you can. We need to know where the rest of their planets are. We need info on their customs, their politics, their environment, and so on and so forth.”
“To what end?”
>”To what end? For knowledge, of course. The more we know about our enemy, the better our chances will be of pinpointing a weakness. Once we have all their locations and their weaknesses, we can finally put those squid freaks in a nuce. We can end this war, Ms. Sparkle. Humanity can finally come out on top. So what do you say?”
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>>25529194

>You breath deeply and try to collect your thoughts.”
“You said I’d be accompanied by some Paladins, right?”
>”Our best operatives handpicked from the Vanguard Company.”
“Wow. The Vanguards? Those guys are legends among even the Paladins.”
>”So you’ve done your homework on our soldiers.”
“W-who is it? Who would I be with?”
>He smiles and flips some pages in your folder, coming to a personnel file on a very familiar blue girl.
“Pyrotechnician Trixie Lulamoon, sharp shooter Derpy Hooves, field technician Atomic Adam, close combat specialist Brad Flashton, and their very own Captain Anonymous,” he says.
>Suddenly you feel a bit safer.
>With the Paladins from the Vanguard Company on your side, nothing could even come close to touching you.
>Well, Twilight, you have everything in front of you.
>A chance to help humanity and assurance of safety.
>What are you waiting for?
>Everything is perfect.
>Take the shot.
>”I don’t like being kept waiting, Ms. Sparkle. This is time sensitive. I’m going to need your answer now.”
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>>25529204
Should I wait for you to finish? I can if you want.
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>>25529217

>You’re scared.
>You’re oh so very scared.
>Why wouldn’t you be?
>This is the biggest thing you’re likely ever to do.
>You didn’t even mean to get involved in the war in the first place. You wanted to study plants.
>Director Alabaster is the one that sprung this on you.
>You should have known something was up when the director of the Project Paladin came to interview you instead of some botanist.
>You should be studying plants right now.
>You should be...should be…
>Oh, get over it!
>Yes, this is big.
>This is so much bigger than you.
>Isn’t it your duty as a human to help the race however you can?
>Now’s your chance, Twilight.
>Even if you’re scared, it’s time to take the leap.
“I...I accept. I’ll do it. I’ll accompany the Vanguard Company to ACW-6 Alpha and collect data on the Ath’roki for the betterment of mankind.”
>”I’m glad to hear that, Twilight,” he says with a smile and extends his hand.
>You take it, and he squeezes hard, and shakes.
>”Allow me to welcome you to Project Paladin, humanity’s last hope for a better future.”
“Thank you, sir.”
>He lets go and leans back in his chair.
“Out of curiosity, what would have happened if I said no?”
>Just then, a loud bang can be heard from the adjacent room, like a gunshot.
>It makes you jump out of your skin.
>”That’s confidential.”

Dose this pique anyone's interest? Is it worth continuing?
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>>25529220
Sorry, I didn't see you were posting. I was in a rush because I have to go run an errand in a bit. I guess yo could say this was time sensitive.
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>>25529107
>"Too bad he doesn't know about the shit Mom does. She's super nice whenever he's around. I try to tell him, but he never believes me..."
"A-And your actual dad?"
>"Oh, my actual dad? I love him a lot. He's, like, one of the few people in this world who's actually nice to me. Maybe one of two, even, with you included."
"D-Do you see him a lot?"
>Indigo chuckles nervously.
>"I wish. My Mom won custody over me when they divorced. I only get to see him over Christmas."
"D-Does he know about your Mom?"
>"Oh, yeah. He knows. Even tried to take her to court over it, but she won the case. Nobody believed him, and I was too young to defend myself. He was absolutely crushed when he lost custody."
>She sighs again.
>"I love my dad. I really do. I can talk to him about anything. I just wish I could see him more often."
>You get up and take a seat next to Indigo.
>It's obvious she's in pain, even a literal sperg such as yourself can see that.
>"You're really lucky, man. Having a family that loves you."
>Indigo is at this point trying to choke back tears, sobbing a bit.
>"I WISH I had a family as good as yours. And I tried to find that with my friends. But even they couldn't fill the void..."
>She sobs a bit harder, at this point in tears.
>"God..."
>You wrap your arm around Indigo, holding her tightly.
>You then give her a hug, patting her on the back of the head, just like Sunset or your parents would do whenever you get sad.
>"Uhh, Twilight? What are you doing?"
"T-Trying to make you feel better? I'm not sure if I'm doing this right, though."
>Indigo chuckles a bit.
>"Y-Yeah, I say you are."
"H-Hey, Indigo?"
>"Y-Yeah, man?
"I-If it makes you feel any better, I can be like a family member."
>"Uh..."
"Y-Yeah! Like a sister or something! I can't be like your mom because you're older than me, and that'd be weird."
>You already consider Sunset a sister. And even the other girls, to an extent.
>What's to say you can't add Indigo Zap to your family?
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>>25529236
I would gladly read more of this.
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>>25529282
Mommy issues are always bad
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>>25529282
And then they can have honorary incest. So many possibilities!
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>>25529282
>"F-Fuck man. I-I don't know what to say, but..."
>You look at your former bully and smile.
"You don't have to say anything."
>You rub some of the tears off her face.
>"Oh, fuck man. Come here."
>Indigo hugs you back.
>"Th-Thanks, man. You have no idea how much I needed something like this..."
"You're welcome, Indigo."
>After a bit more hugging, you two break.
>"Second sappy moment between us today, eh?"
"Yep! Wanna have another?"
>You both laugh.
>You spend the next hour or so watching a film, My Neighbor Totoro.
>"Oh, man! I used to love this movie!"
"Y-Yeah, this one's a classic.
>You watch the film together, Spike eventually joining you two and cuddling with the both of you.
>In the middle of your session, Indigo's phone goes off.
>"Ah, fuck, I gotta take this.
>You pause the film as she leaves to take the call.
>You can hear Indigo yelling through the walls.
>"No, Sugarcoat! I've told you this, like, a hundred times! I don't want to go to Trenderhoof's party! He, like, throws the worst parties!"
>"What? What does it matter where I am or who I'm with?! Why are you so damn insistent on knowing where I am?"
>"Ohohoh, you're gonna kill me if I don't show? Please, you and one army, bitch!"
>"What are you, my Mom?"
>"I should seriously consider killing myself? I think you should do the same, bruh."
>"Ugh, whatever man. See you at the game, Sugartits!"
>She then enters your room and sits back down next to you.
"W-Was that-"
>"Yep."
"W-Was there some party you were supposed to attend?"
>"Heh. I must have been pretty loud for you to hear me even though I was in the bathroom, but yeah."
"W-Why didn't you go?"
>"Because, like, I didn't want to deal with Sugarcoat and her shit tonight? And I can't stand Trenderhoof, man."
"Y-Yeah, me too. Especially after what happened at homecoming..."
>You shudder at the thought.
>"Oh, yeah, that. Sorry about that, man."
"N-No, that's fine."
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>>25529435
>"Oh, girls? Who wants ice cream?"
>"Aw shit, you hear that? Let's go!"
>You both speed down the staircase and eventually find yourselves in the back of your father's BMW.
>You head off to the ice cream parlor.
>You order your favorite vanilla, while Indigo orders mint chocolate chip.
>Your mom gets chocolate, your father black cherry with hot fudge.
>Indigo seems to have a much better time with you and your folks, talking to them a lot more.
>She and your dad in particular bond, talking about sports (as well as your brother).
>All and all, it's a great time where many laughs were had, stories were told (apparently Indigo's real father is a commercial airline pilot, and the goggles that she wears regularly were given to her were originally his that he wore as a kid, given just after the divorce).
>You then head home and decide to watch a movie together.
>This time, it's a horror film; a cheesy slasher flick.
"Y-You sure about this?"
>"Hell, yeah man! Besides, I bet this won't even be that scary. Nothing scares me!"
>There were some moments where you screamed, and Indigo held onto you in an attempt to calm you.
>There also were quite a few moments where you both screamed, holding onto each other for dear life.
"S-So much for not being scared of anything, eh?"
>"Fuck you, man."
>You both laugh.
>The movie ends, and you realize it's late.
>"Yeah, I think I should head home. Mom's probably wondering where I am..." she groans.
"Aww, you can't stay any longer?"
>"I wish I could dude, but I gotta bail."
>Indigo says goodbye to your parents, and you follow her outside.
>Just before she gets in her car...
"Hey..."
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>>25529598
>"Oh! Uh, hey..."
"Um...you forgot this."
>You hand Indigo her backpack.
>"Thanks, man."
"Welcome."
>A moment of silence passes.
"I, um, had a great time hanging with you, Indigo."
>"Heh, yeah. I had fun too, Twilight."
>Indigo sighs.
>"Again, I just wanna say that I'm sorry about being a bully to you over the years."
"Yeah. I accept your apology."
>"Thanks, man. So, uh, friends?"
>She smiles at you.
"Y-Yeah. Friends."
>You and Indigo exchange one less hug.
>"We should do this again sometime, man."
"W-We should..."
>"Yeah. You take care, man."
>"Y-You too."
>Indigo steps in her car, but before she closes the door and heads off.
>"Hey, Twilight?"
"Yeah?"
>"I wanna help you man."
"Help you with what?"
>"Deal with Sugarcoat. I don't know how, but I'm gonna find a way to fix this.
"Umm, t-thanks."
>"Yeah. See you at school!"
>She drives off.
>You head back inside, hang with your parents a bit, and then head to bed.
>And for the first time in weeks, you head to bed happy.
>No crying yourself to sleep this time.
>And you also feel...proud. Proud that you actually earned your new friendship in Indigo.
>You wonder what Sunset would think. Would she be proud, too?
>You fall asleep.
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>>25529670
And that's it. That took me a while, but I finally did it. And I hope you all enjoyed this as much as I did writing. I really like this whole Twilight and Indigo thing, and I'm excited about Indigo's future development.

As I said before, I will be taking a hiatus until I get out of school. This will be a little less than a month, so I won't be gone too long. I will still post the threads, so don't you worry, f a m. If I do write during my hiatus, I will resurrect that Princess Scilight fic I forgot about. Really should do that.

So, yeah. Hope you enjoyed it! See y'all in a few weeks! I

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Just under 5000 words live. That's an academy record!
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>>25529698
I loved this Indigo arc
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>>25529670
>in stalkerlight twilight turns girls into lesbians
>in sperglight twilight turns girls into spergs
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>>25529809
Waiting for the scene in R9KLight where Twilight turns girls into a normie hating robot

bae pls come back ;_;


Or the scene in Traplight where Twilight turns girls into traps
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>>25529975
>Waiting for the scene in R9KLight where Twilight turns girls into a normie hating robot
moondancer?

>Or the scene in Traplight where Twilight turns girls into traps
starlight does some crazy magic stuff to give herself a penis
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>>25529670
>>You and Indigo exchange one less hug
should have been "last" btw
don't know why I wrote "less," but it's corrected in the paste
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>>25528519
The story or the tragedy?
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>>25530121
I assume because it was an accident?
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>>25530487
Probably. Should check my posts next time before posting, eh?
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>>25530495
You probably should but it usually isn't a big deal if its only small mistakes
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>tfw when you're writing and Indigo becomes your favorite Shadowbolt in the process
I just love her for some reason. I really like what I've done with her so far, too.

Anyone else begin to really like a certain character as they write them?
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>>25508799
We need more Spurdolight.

Spurdolight x Pepe Shimmer dykeshit when
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>>25531798
>her hair
>her energy
>her demeanor
and let's face it, Renbo Dosh is about as cunty as any "unreformed" Shadowbolt anyway. even if Indigo was a little bit of a cunt she'd still be perfectly waifuable.

top taste there, fella
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>"Onii-chan. Get me more uranium for my science project"
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>>25532673
she is so cute
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>>25532673
What's the magic word?
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>>25532673
>give teh uranium b0ss
Kim Jung Sparkle when
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>>25533766

MAKUTA BONES
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>>25533782
CLOSE ENOUGH!
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I miss DMT
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>>25534650
We all do desu senpai.
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>>25534650
I don't
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>Good Sperg and Stalker updates
Damn, it feels like summer again!
I now ship Stalker and Sperg Twilight
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>>25534821
I don't remember what I said that got changed to "Desu Senpai", but I approve of this edit.
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>>25535265
Gotta love autocorrect
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>>25535160
Selfcest
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>>25532988
I want to be midnight sparkle's servant
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>>25535579
Yeah at this point with Stalker coming back and Sperg still going he has to finish that
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>>25536102
selfcest is magic
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I want a Scilight at Thanksgiving story
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twi a cute
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>>25536938
>Scilight at Thanksgiving dinner with all the /nst/ Velvets
>Sperg Velvet is the only decent human being, trying desperately to get through the evening without anyone killing each other
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>>25536975
I need this
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>>25537140
>it turns out that Sperg Velvet is secretly badass and fucks the other Velvets' shit up when they mess with her own and their own daughters
I REALLY need this
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>>25536975
>>25537211
If only EQG were here.
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>>25537211
>a few twilights bring sunsets along and stalkervelvet freaks out because she thinks most twilights are lesbians
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>you will never join them in the jacuzzi
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>>25536975
>>25537211
TrapLight Velvet is actually pretty nice too, if being only a very minor character

>>25526851
>Gilda is the first to speak
>"That's... that's heavy, dude..."
>Twilight nods, wiping her nose with the back of her hand
>"I kn-know..."
>Dash chimes in next
>"Yeah, man. If you want to, like, stay here for a bit, you're more than welcome. Seriously, that's... that's really bad."
>Twilight shakes her head
>"I c-c-cant... she w-won't just let me go that easily. And if y-y-you try to hide me... sh-she'll just end up hurting you too."
>Dash winces
>"I'm... I'm really sorry, man..."
>She glances around the room, as if hoping to find some clue as to what to say next
>But all four of you are keenly aware that no words are going to make this situation better
>There are no words to truly comfort Twilight, or fix her situation
>Still, staying silent doesn't feel quite right either
>You give Twilight another squeeze, letting her lay her head on your shoulder
>Gilda reaches across the table
>"Hey... you know, even if you can't stay, me and Dash could always come down there. You know, to visit. Maybe knock some sense into the assholes down in Baltimare."
>She forces a smile, but Twilight doesn't return it
>Gilda pulls her hand away, sighing
>Twilight wipes her nose on her sleeve
>"I m-missed you two s-so much..."
>The takes the saddest bite of a pizza roll you've ever seen
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>>25537240
>sperg Twilight is the only one that's straight
>turns out she's a mischievous little autistic
>she brings her Sunset to dinner with the intention of causing mayhem
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>>25537247
>Dash and Gilda exchange a look, before Dash speaks up
>"We missed you too, Twi. And we promise, we'll visit."
>Twilight just shrugs
>"Y-you really don't have to... it's n-not a very nice place..."
>"It can't be that bad if you're there, right?"
>Dash thumps Twilight
>"So chin up, alright? No matter how shitty it is, you'll still have us, right?"
>"I g-g-guess..."
>Turning to you, Dash makes a "what's her problem?" face, gesturing at Twilight
>You shrug, letting go of her hand to wrap your arm around her shoulders, holding the poor girl against your chest
>She buries her face in your chest, as if trying to hide from the girls across from you
"I, um... I think we should go now. Thanks for the food, Rainbow."
>"Oh, um... yeah, totally, man. Is... are you okay, Twi?"
>"I'm f-f-fine... sorry..."
>Gilda and Dash walk you to the front door, neither of them looking like they know what's going on

>There's a quick, awkward exchange of goodbye hugs, which don't feel anywhere near as profound as you'd hoped
>The sun has begun to set by the time you leave, and Twilight hides her face in the shadows of her hood
"So... are you going to tell me what that was?"
>Twilight just sniffles
>"I d-don't know... I j-just... I d-d-don't want them to see... I d-don't..."
>She shakes her head
"I d-don't know. I'm s-s-sorry I ruined that."
"You didn't ruin it, Twi. Come on."
>You lead her towards your favorite park
"But please, if something's wrong, don't shut us out. We want to help, Twi."
>"I kn-know, but... I don't w-w-want my problems rubbing off on you."
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>>25537291
"What?"
>"You know... if y-y-you see how... how things are in B-Baltimare... it'll j-just make you feel bad. I don't w-want you hurting just b-b-because I'm hurting. I c-couldn't forgive myself for that."
"Twi, that's crazy. If someone's hurting you, I want to help. Keeping it a secret from me just makes everything worse."
>"M-maybe... but... I d-don't know..."
>She turns away from you, tucking her legs against her chest
>"I d-don't think you should c-c-come back with me..."
>Something cold and heavy drops into the pit of your stomach
"Wh-wha...? Twi, you don't mean that..."
>"I don't know, S-Sunny... it'll j-just hurt you... and we'll j-just have to split up again. I th-think..."
>She fidgets with the sleeves of her hoody
>"I th-think... I th-think you should worry about being happy on your own."
"Twi, that's crazy. I can't be happy without you, I've told you."
>"And... and th-that's the problem, Sunny. I don't w-want you basing your happiness of me. It's n-n-not fair..."
"Not fair?"
>"You're t-too good a person for that. You've g-got a future. Don't throw th-th-that away just to m-make me happy. You're an amazing, popular, cool, gorgeous g-g-girl... you d-deserve more than pining over s-someone like me..."
"...Twi, what the fuck?"
>"H-huh?"
"What the fuck? You think... you think I'm just gonna forget about you when you're gone?"
>"N-no, but... I th-think... m-maybe you should. Don't let yourself be hurt j-j-just because of me..."
"Are you fucking crazy?"
>You sound more incredulous than angry
"Twi, I don't care how long I have to wait. I don't care what you batshit crazy mom tries to do. I'm not giving up on you."
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>>25536975
>Only Sperg Velvet.
>All of my Velvets are canonly loving and supporting of their Twi's
HOW FAST THE NOT SO GREAT HAVE FALLEN!
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>>25537375
That is true love right there
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>>25537552
Velvet barely exists in your stories as far as I know.
>the Chronos Velvets wink out of existence unless there is someone looking at them
>someone needs to ask about them for them to show back up
>no one ever does
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>>25536975
>>25537552
Yeah! And the Velvet in my story was a very loving mother!
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>>25537375
>Twilight hangs her head
>But, beneath the shadows of her hair and her hood, you can see that she's smiling
>"S-Sunny... you're c-completely fucking c-crazy..."
"You haven't realized that by now?"
>"You... d-dammit..."
>She throws her arms around you, tackling you backwards and into the grass, her skinny body landing atop yours
>"I l-l-love you..."
"That's what I've been trying to say this whole time."
>You roll over, landing on top of you Twilight
"I love you too, you fucking crazy girl."
>The kiss you share next, well...
>You don't think words could accurately describe it

>That night, you make spaghetti for the two of you, and you and Twilight sit down to a quiet, somber dinner
>"Sh-Shining Armor said he'd be here soon... are y-you... are y-y-you sure about this, Sunny?"
"Positive."
>"O-okay... what about s-school?"
"I'll tell them I'm sick, or something. Besides, it's only for a few days. Just long enough to help you get settled."
>"Right... y-yeah..."
>She sets her fork down, taking your hand
>"B-but... if anyone's m-m-mean to you, or... or a-anything, you d-don't have to stay. I c-c-can handle it on my own."
"If anyone's mean to me? Twilight... you're lucky you didn't see me in my bad-girl phase. Anyone's mean to me -- or *especially* if they're mean to you -- and they'll be scraping them off the ground with a spatula."
>Twilight smiles
>"Y-you're so cool, sometimes..."
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>>25537581
I have no argument to this, fair assessment.
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Any good pony porn m8
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>>25537634
She is too cool for school
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>>25539033
why do people come to a thread dedicated to a human character on a safe for work board to ask for pony porn
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>>25529173

>The director finishes debriefing you with what he feels necessary, and finishes with a simple “What’s important will be taught on the way”.
>You’d rather have a nice detailed explanation of every facet of the plan, but oh no.
>Mr. Humanity just has to have faith in human intelligence.
>You’re not five, he says.
>You almost wish the Paladins hadn’t been carrying humanity on their backs for the last decade so you could confront his ideology.
>Clearly he’s been doing something right, though, so just let it go.
>Entering the bathroom to relieve yourself, you bump into some woman.
>Now, you’re not a pillar of strength yourself, but the fact that this stone wall of a human doesn’t budge an inch is disconcerting.
>”Hey, watch it, tenny,” she huffs.
>You bend down to pick up the glasses that had fallen off your face.
“Sorry, I didn’t see you there.”
>”Whatever. Just move already.”
>Putting them back on, you stand back up and step aside for her.
>Now that you can see though, her aqua skin fills your vision, along with a flowing mess of pearly white hair.
>She glares at you out of the corner of her violet eyes.
>You know that face. It was in the personnel files back in the folder that Director Alabaster took from you.
“Wait, Trixie Lulamoon?”
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>>25539514

>”Oh, so the tenny knows my name.”
“Actually, a bit more than that, and I’d like to know even more,” you smile.
>She stops and turns her head.
>”Excuse me?”
>What did you say?
>Let’s see. You know a bit about her and would like to know more.
>”Do I look like a dyke to you, tenny?”
>Wait, when did you…
>Oh, yeah, you can see how someone would take it that way.
“No, no not at all. You misunderstood me.”
>”So now I’m dumb?”
“N-no! I meant I’d like to know more about you. I was trying to start a conversation since you and I will be spending a lot of time together from now on.”
>She scoffs at you.
>”You might want to grow a bit more of that spine out before you hit on me again.”
“We’re on the same mission!” you shout and shut your eyes in a mix of embarrassment and fear.
>”Oh, well why didn’t you say so?”
>You open your eyes as she wraps her arm around your neck and walks off, pulling you along.
>”Anon told us they’d be sending some scientist chick along. Now that I get a better look,” she says, giving you a once-over, “You do seem pretty nerdy.”
>The blue girl yammers on, leading you all the way to...somewhere.
>Three security doors later, and the two of you are standing outside a very large set of reinforced titanium doors.
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>>25539530

>They’re decorated with a cross, only there are two “trunks” instead of one.
>This embellished H has served as the insignia of the Paladins since their inception.
>Behind it is a V in Arial font with wings sprouting from it.
>That little detail is the symbol of the Vanguard Company.
>Every human within a galaxy of the front lines knows that.
“What are we doing here?” you interrupt her.
>”Meeting the crew, of course.”
“Meeting the crew? You mean they’re all here?”
>”Well this is the docking bay, after all. They’re getting ready to load,” she reassures you.
“Load? I thought we weren’t due to leave for another three days?”
>”We’re not. Anon wanted us to get all our gear loaded today in case we forget anything. Something about having a smaller mental list letting you remember smaller things. He’s weird.”
>She removes a chain holding a card from around her neck.
>Waving the plastic in front of a scanner, she opens the massive doors.
>They creak and hiss as they peel aside, revealing a vast, yet cramped room.
>Inside is a small schooner-class starship which sits with its backside open, and is surrounded by a large amount of crates varying in size and importance.
>People in much smaller numbers wander the room in either orange and white jumpsuits, or black and gold armor.
>Those are the members of the Vanguard Company.
>”Who’s the fresh meat, Trix?” an orange man with very hair a very unflattering shade of blue shouts.
>He drops the small box he was holding and saunters over.
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>>25539539

>”What’s shaking?” he asks, now inches away from you. “The name’s Brad Flashton.”
>Trixie scoffs and pushes his face away from yours.
>”Ignore him. He’s a fixed dog that doesn’t know it’s missing its balls yet.”
>”Hey, you watch your mouth about Charlie and Tango.”
>The two share a glare.
>You laugh nervously, trying to establish your presence again, but they seem too engaged in their...whatever this is.
>Unraveling yourself from the pyrotechnician, you take a short walk about, hoping to find someone else to keep company.
>It really is good for you to get to know the grew.
>You don’t want to leave anyone missing when you get on.
>Maneuvering through the field, you bump into yet another person.
>This is becoming a habit of yours.
>This time though, the person reels back, falling over onto a pile of boxes and breaking them apart.
“Oh my!”
>In a flurry of sorrys, you try to help the girl up, but she’s much heavier than she looks.
>She makes it up to her feet just fine and pats the dust off her pitch dark armor.
>”Woop, sorry. Guess I wasn’t looking where I was going. People say I should start doing that more.”
>The grey woman turns her sunshiny golden eyes up to you, and crooked as they seem to be, they light up with joy at your sight.
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>>25539553

>”Oh my gosh! You’re a scientist!”
“Yes, I am. How could you tell?”
>She grabs your hands, brings them up to her breastplate, and proceeds to hop in place.
>A squeal of delight later, she’s speaking again.
>”Are you the one they’re sending to A&W with us?”
“A&W? What does some ancient root beer company have to do with...oh, you mean ACW-6 Alpha.”
>”Yeah, that!”
“I am indeed, then.”
>”Oh my gosh! I know a scientist! A real live scientist! And I’m going on a mission with her! This is so exciting!”
“V-very.”
>”Do you want to be my friend? I love making new friends, especially scientists. I mean, you’d be my first. Scientist, that is. I have plenty of friends.”
>Her sentences make your ears bleed.
>Between the high pitch and speed, it almost seems like she’s a bio-engineered sonic drill.
“I don’t doubt that in the slightest.”
>”Leave the new girl alone, Muffin Top,” a deep, monotone voice calls out from behind a few crates.
>Heavy footsteps echo from behind, and the woman turns to them.
>”My name is Derpy Hooves!”
>”Not as long as you have that little pudge there.”
>”My mommy says a little layer of love cushion is healthy in growing girls.”
>”You stopped growing thirteen years ago.”
>”Whatever! I can say whatever I want to my new friend. Right, new friend?”
>She whips back to you and has pulled out the big guns: puppy eyes.
>Her banana hair frames the shimmering orbs.
>They practically glow with need, and you can’t help but give into them.
“I did get my first PhD in friendship studies, I guess.”
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>>25539566

>Derpy smiles like she’d just won the lottery and wraps you into a bone-crushing hug.
>After what seems to be an eternity, the giddy girl lets go and scampers off, ranting about how she’s going to tell all her friends about you.
>Funny, you didn’t even tell her your name. You wonder what she’s going to say.
>Out from behind the crates that antagonizing voice originated from comes a tower of armor from which sprouts an emerald head.
>He’s leaning back and carrying a very big crate that looks quite heavy.
>Every small step echos out, emphasising that point.
>Despite the cumbersome crate he’s carrying, he still has an aura about him.
>It’s very imposing.
>When he meets your eyes, you’re almost frozen in place.
>They’re so intense, like hard determination was distilled and poured into each one.
>Even so, you feel like he’s only half paying attention to you.
>With eyes like those, he could rip you apart in seconds if you were his full focus. They’re sharp, yet just dim enough to give you a slight sense of comfort.
>Let’s see. You’ve met Trixie, Brad, and Derpy.
“Atomic Adam?”
>”He’s on the ship,” the man replies quickly.
>That leaves one name on the list.
>”Did you say friendship studies?”
“Erm, yes. One of my four PhDs is in friendship.”
>His outward appearance doesn’t change in the slightest, but at your words, you can practically feel the disappointment emanating from him.
>”When they said they were sending an experienced scientist, I expected someone cool like Einstein or Curie. Not some purple pansy.”
>He continues on his walk before you can answer and finishes with “Try not to get in our way.”
>Captain Anonymous, leader of the Vanguard Company.
>How terribly rude.

Continue?
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Also I fucked up on replying.

>>25539514 was meant to reply to >>25529236
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>>25539572
Of course
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>>25539572
More is better
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>>25539572
More?
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>>25540322
Thats 2 lewd
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>>25508799
i just can't get over how ridiculous this picture is

that moondancer in the corner really makes it habben
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>>25540595
You sick bastard
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>>25540864
GOD this is 2cute.
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I know this is supposed to be a thread about human twilight but I thought some of you would like this
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>>25542053
Every time I see these pics, I get sad. I wish I could take Sunset's place. Or even Twilight's
I just love both of them and I think they'd be great girlfriends
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Where is Boringlight
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>>25542164
Working in the lab.
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>>25542198
is boringlight doing anything interesting in the lab?
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>>25542303
Fucking Sunset? In a boring way, of course.
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>>25542164
Haven't been working on it because I've been busy with StalkerLight. It'll make a non-triumphant, perfectly average return at some nondescript point in the future.
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>>25542303
Nope. Besides working herself into an early grave.
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>>25542539
I hope not, it's too depressing to think that Twilight is doomed to have her soul crushed and their relationship on the brink, only kept together by the fact that it's easier to stay together.
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Traplight when?
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>>25543357
never
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>>25543398
Don't be like that. We just got confirmation about a daito. This demands a forrowupu.
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reposting old shit.
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>>25543667
I miss SciTwi and Anon
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>>25544069
I do too
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>>25542386
Boringlight is amazing
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>>25544372
No its actually pretty boring
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>>25544835
Your mum is boring
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I want Sunset to come over to Twilight's house for Thanksgiving because she doesn't have anywhere else to go
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>>25545799
I want Sunset to go over to my house for Thanksgiving because no gf
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>>25545895
everyone does man...everyone does.
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>>25545895
Don't worry. We are all alone here.
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>>25545895
I don't want Sunset to come over to my house for Thanksgiving because if she were real, I would want our time spent having fun, not surrounded by a family even I have struggle to not malice with a shoehorn.
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>>25509001
>mfw MLP will never have villains as cool as this
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>>25511560
>Sci-Twi marrying Sunset and denying me
Eh, I don't care, SunLight all the way!
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>>25546884
Look at their wild sex hair
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>>25546884
We will never get to experience that
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>>25546864
Feels bad man
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Sick as fuck, probably won't be posting any Stalker today. I'll try to have a short (but comfy) Trapshit update out by tonight, but I can't make any promises.
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>>25547195
Im here for you, jeffykins
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>>25547195
lets summon the person who wrote the story about the sick twilight a few weeks ago
unless that was you because you need rest
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>>25547195
Wish the best for ya m8
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>>25546884
I would be fine marrying either human purple smart or bacon hair
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>>25546884
>they make you their manservant instead
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>>25547650
That's still better than nothing
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>>25544970
Rekt
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>>25547195
Get some rest man, come back when you're ready.
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>>25548184
I don't know what you're writing either. I'm heading to bed, you do the same.
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>>25547195
>>25547293
>Jeff lies sick on his bed, barely able to type or see the letters on his laptop.
>"You enter... with Anon... to... ah, AH"
>Jeff sneezes, almost making the laptop fall of the bed.
>"Shit..."
>Jeff rubs his teary eyes and blows his nose, trying to focus on the story.
>"They enter to the... what's the word?"
>"Hey, what are you doing?"
>Twilight enters the room with a tray on her hands, carrying a straight-out-of-the-microwave alphabet soup.
>"I'm just writing this trapshit. I have to put something out."
>"You know nobody will mind if you take some time."
>Twilight sets the tray on the nightstand, and holding the plate on her hands (with a cloth so she doesn't get burned) she sits by Jeff's side.
>"I know, but--"
>"But nothing. Look, here comes the aeroplane over the sea!"
>Twilight raises the spoon with soup and starts to make noises.
>"I'm not a kid, you know?"
>"Open your mouth!"
>Jeff grabs the spoon with his hand and carries it to his mouth himself.
>"It's delicious. Thank you."
>"I know. I made it for you."
>Jeff takes the plate in his hands and stares deep into the soup.
>"Twi?"
>"Yes?"
>"Are you real?"
>"Of course I am. Why did you think I wasn't?" she says with a confused smile.
>"Oh, nothing. Just... kind of a deja vu feeling. I don't know."
>Jeff takes a bit more of soup, and once he finishes, he keeps writing, while Twilight slowly drifts off on his shoulder.
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>>25548436
Better.
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>>25548436
I liked both versions, desu. Thank you, Anon.
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>>25548527
Wh-What both versions? I-I don't know what you're talking baout bro. Must be the fever doing stuff with your head.

Thank you
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>>25546864
I don't think I would want that
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>>25548309
Two hours later, still here.
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>>25549196
That face is offputting
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>>25549466
Reminds me of Flash Sentry now that you pointed it out
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>>25549606
"Anon we have been dating for 3 years and I have hidden a secret from you"
>"Twilight you know you dont have to hide any secrets from me, I will always love you no matter what"
"ok Anon my secret is I am actually flash sentry"
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>>25537241
I want to have a socially awkward experience with them.
Also I wonder who has the biggest tits and cutest butt.
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>>25549751
>cutest butt
Twilight
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>>25549806
Who has the biggest tits though.
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>>25508799
I want a green about a happily married Twilight and Sunset adopting Kid Anon and having shenanigans.
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>>25549827
And I want a green about Scilight breaking the barriers between dimensions and convincing King Anon to not march off to his death, but can't all get what we want.
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I want a green where twilight and sunset are trapped in a bedroom and forced to live in there but they have a magic refridgerator that gives them food and water
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>>25550019
I want a green where Twilight and Sunset are straight and clearly not attracted to each other, but Anon ships them both and locks them in his bedroom in hopes of them having forbidden love
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>>25550170
I need this
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>>25549827
Sounds comfy. I want this.
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>>25549827
Kid anon finds twilight and sunset "wrestling" at night
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Good evening everyone. Or for those of you who are Eurofags, good morning, I guess.

Here's a short... thing... I just wrote. Based on this prompt:

"Twilight messes up an experiment and turns into a lightbulb."

Well, here's The Key to Enlightenment.

“I don’t even want to know.”
>“Don’t even want to know what?”
“How this happened, or anything.”
>“Well, I was experimenting with high-energy plasma and -”
“Nope. Enough! Don’t want to hear it! Just... just, why are you lightbulb? As opposed to some other thing?”
>Before you on the workbench of one Twilight Sparkle, among various pieces of odd scientific equipment, sits a talking, slightly-lavender colored light-bulb, a pair of oversized black-rimmed glasses perched upon the curve of the bulb.
>There appear to be a small pair of black eye-dots behind the thick lenses, perhaps floating in the gas filling the bulb, and a small thin line forming a mouth somewhere below them.
>“Well, you know how in quantum physics they say that anything can happen, given the right amount of time?” Twilight says.
“I don’t know quantum physics. I just heard someone screaming and wanted to help,” you reply.
>“Well, quantum physics is based on probabilities of things happening. At the microscopic scale, the probabilities of strange things happening is really low, but not impossible. At the macroscopic scale, the probabilities of strange things happening is even lower, practically zero, but not quite zero. So, given enough time, anything can happen. I mean, well, that’s a gross simplification and all, but... yeah. That’s good enough.”
“So, the infinitely small probability of you turning into a lightbulb... happened.”
>“Well, the high-energy plasma might have increased that probability a bit. Plus some experiments with an otherwise unknown energy source that I’ve just discovered emanating from the base of a statue at Canterlot High School.”
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>>25551468

>You place a pencil from a mug on Twilight’s desk in between your upper lip and the bottom of your nose.
“Oh, of course. Of course. I see.”
>“You’re not understanding any of this.”
>The pencil falls out.
“No, no, I’m 100% on board. So, how do we change you back?”
>“Well... running a high amperage AC current through me might do the trick.”
“How do you know that?”
>“Considering that you didn’t even understand the most basic version of quantum probability I could muster, I doubt that you’d possibly understand how this will work.”
“Alright fine. Where are we going to get the high amper-whatever from then?”
>“With the change in my mass and the amount of energy from a standard electrical outlet.... You could just plug me into that lamp over there.”
“So, what you’re saying is you want me to screw you and turn you on. Got it.”
>Twilight gives you best deadpan look she can with no eyebrows.
>“Just do it you imbecile.”
“Fine, fine....”
>You pick Twilight up off the desk and twist her base into the lamp.
>Finding the switch on the cord of the lamp, you flick it on.
>With a flash of white light, a heavy, soft weight lands on your chest, and a metal object thunks you on the head, sending you into unconsciousness.
>“It worked! Anonymous, it - Oh, are you alright? Wow, the lamp just shattered....”

And that is all. Bit short, but not much I can do about that. Have a good night. Or morning, I guess.

Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/c9FKCWR3
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Can't sleep. Currently 2:30 AM in my part of burgerland. Downed enough pills that I no longer feel like dying though, so let's get started.

When we last left our heroes, Trender was btfo by Moondancer, and Anon asked Twilight to the winter formal.

http://pastebin.com/qU90T9fG

>"That's fine. I mean, we can be super casual about it, if you want."
"N-no! If... if we're going, we should at least look the part, right?"
>"I... guess?"
"I've got some money, I'll see about getting a dress that..."
>'Hides my fucked-up body' doesn't seem appropriate
"...that fits me."
>"Awesome. I guess I'll go rent a tux, too."
"Fancy."
>"Yeah. But don't expect a limo, 'kay?"
"Thank Christ. I never understood people who show up to dances in limos."
>"I know, right? It's not a fucking wedding."
>You grin
"But we are taking my car though. There's no way we're showing up in your piece-of-shit Cutlass."
>"Whoa, whoa, hold up. Shit talking my car? You can take your self to the dance."
"There is such a thing as dignity, Anon. And I think we should preserve what little we have left."
>"Dignity? Coming from the girl driving "mommy's money: the car?"
"Ouch."
>He winks at you, before walking to the window, stretching
>"Honestly, though... I'm looking forward to this."
"Yeah?"
>"Mhm. I... I haven't really gone out and *done* anything since... you know."
"I can imagine..."
>You fold your legs under yourself, clasping your hands between them
"You been holding up okay?"
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>>25551915
>"You mean in the three days since you last saw me?"
"Well, yeah. We don't talk about Trixie much, and... I dunno, you asshole. I'm just asking."
>"Eh. I mean... yeah, I'm fine. I miss her, but... hey, I'll see her again, right?"
"Yeah. Of course."
>He goes back to staring out the window
>You can tell there's something he's not telling you, but you decide it's better not to press the issue
>The two of you finally have something to look forward to, why ruin the moment?

>Eventually, you part ways, heading to your respective classes
>You find yourself walking differently today
>Not in a cheesy, everybody's-smiling-at-me way, but...
>You feel like people get out of your way more readily
>Like you have a presence
>It's kinda exhilarating, really
>You completely destroy a test in your Calculus class, turning it in before twenty minutes have even passed, then head down to kill some time in the cafeteria
>Trender is nowhere to be found

>"Someone's in a good mood, huh?"
"What do you mean?"
>You step away from the pantry, a box of Cheez-Its in your hands
>"You're so smily. What's gotten into you?"
>You mom cups your cheek and, beneath the touch of her fingers, you find that you are, in fact, smiling
"I got asked to the dance. Nothing big."
>You glance at the ground, a little embarrassed by the sudden burst of parental attention
>"Asked to the dance!? Twi, that's great! Oh, we need to go dress shopping!"
>You get the impression she's been waiting a long time to say those words
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>>25551938
"Really? I mean, I could probably just wear that dress from eighth-grade graduation..."
>"From graduation? Twilight, that was three years ago! That dress isn't going to fit you. We'll go get you something nice, okay? Something that'll *really* show you off!"
"Um... are you... are you sure that's a good idea?"
>Something unpleasant settles on the back of your neck, the same something that always materializes when you talk to your mom about your... differences
>"Oh... Twily, dear..."
>She slings an arm around your shoulders, squeezing you against her side
>"Nobody's going to notice. We just have to find something with the right fit. It'll be easy."
>She flicks your violet bun
>"And *then* we're going to do something about this hair."
"My hair's fine..."
>"For a big dance? No, no, you need to *shine!* Come on, Twily, this is your big moment!"
"Eh..."
>You're starting to regret letting your mom know at all

>Apparently, when Velvet mentioned going dress shopping, she meant "going dress shopping right damn now"
>You barely even have time for a snack before you're piled into the car and dragged to three different stores, each stuffier than the last
>"Come on! Don't you like this one? It goes perfectly with your eyes!"
"Mom, you say that about all of them."
>"Because I know which ones to pick! Now come on, try it!"
"I've tried six just like it..."
>"They're not *just* like it! Now come on, try it..."
>You take the dress, and disappear into a changing room
>Again, when you look into the mirror, you find yourself smiling
>You're... you're having fun
>Even though this is a huge pain in your ass... it's still fun
>You haven't seen your mom this excited in... shit, you can't remember
>Not since the divorce, at least
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>>25551915
its about fucking time
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>>25508799
i miss /r9k/light
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>>25551956

>"So? Which one do you like?"
"I dunno. They're both really nice..."
>"You can't pick a favorite?"
"Not really..."
>"Then we'll get both!"
"Wh-what? Are you sure? They're kinda expensive..."
>"So? We can splurge a little. Besides, this is your first dance!"
"I guess..."
>"Now come on! We've still gotta visit a stylist..."
>You groan, but you can still feel the smile crinkling your cheeks

>"So? Vat'll it be?"
>The stylist, an uptight German woman with huge purple shades, undoes your bun, letting your hair fall in long, purple waves down to your shoulders
"Um..."
>You glance up at your mom, hoping for help
>"Bah! I tell you vhat zis one needs! Zis hair is a mess! It needs to be short, yes!"
>She mimes snipping your hair off at your jawline
>"Short hair fits you much better, yes dearie?"
"I, um..."
>You try to visualize yourself with shorter hair and, well...
>It couldn't hurt, could it?
>Would look better than the bun
"Sure. Let's try it."
>"Perfect! Now sit still!"
>She claps a hand on your shoulder, and begins to snip

>You don't get home until nine o'clock
>The dresses are wrapped in silvery white paper, there's a full bag of new cosmetics and makeups handpicked by your mother, and your hair is short, soft, and shampoo-scented
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>>25551983
>Your mom is busy telling some story about her first dance, but you're only half paying attention
>You keep running your hand through your newly-cut hair, mesmerized by both the shortness and the silkiness of it
>In spite of yourself, you're a little excited to see Anon's reaction
>Because, in your opinion... it looks pretty good

>Before going to bed, you stand in front of your mirror, repeatedly flipping your hair and brushing it out of your eyes
>It's so pretty...
>That stylist definitely deserved more than the five dollars you tipped her
>You twirl in place, watching the locks bounce around your cheeks
>The shampoo she gave you has turned them glossy and full, and they frame your face in a light as elegant as that of your namesake
>Do you really feel...
>Holy shit, you do
>You feel pretty

>You wake up twenty minutes before your alarm the next morning, jumping out of bed to dress yourself, slipping into your normal outfit
>Positioning yourself in front of the mirror, you slowly, lovingly, run a brush through your new hair
>At school, you find your fellow students once again readily clearing a path for you, some of the freshman practically scrambling to get out of your way
>Only now, in addition, you find looks of jealousy and awe directed at you from the girls, and nods of approval from the boys
>You can't help but think of those scenes in Shonen Anime where the hero, having achieved their new level of power, strolls easily through their former opposition, confident, brazen, and invulnerable
>It's a stupid way to think of it, sure, but you're exactly in the most logical of moods right now
>And it isn't until lunch that you get to make the big reveal
>Anonymous is sitting, as always, with Sunset
>She's in the middle of the explaining something, judging by her animated expression and rapid gesticulation, and he's obviously not terribly interested given the glazed-over look in his eyes
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>>25552022
>Sunset is the first to nice you, her eyes going wide as she beholds the glory of your new look
>Anon, following her gaze, turns around
>He blinks twice
>"Uh... hey, Twi."
"Hey. Whatcha guys talking about?"
>You pretend not to notice him staring at you
>"Oh God, don't get her started aga--"
>"Shhh. I was telling Anon about the development of perspective! Did you know..."
>Sunset launches into her explanation anew, getting way, *way* too into explaining vanishing points
>Anon tries to really hard to keep his attention focused on her, but you can see the way his stare keeps sliding back in your direction

>Throughout the week, he never directly compliments you on your new style, but he doesn't really need to
>He can't take his eyes off you
>It's... empowering, in some ways, and a little uncanny in others
>You feel like there's a spotlight following you around, now
>No longer are you just some random nerd walking through the halls; now, you're a pretty nerd
>You suppose it's to be expected -- after all, admiration and privacy never mix well -- but still...
>It's a lot to take in, that's for sure

>Despite that, though, the week passes fairly smoothly
>You and Anon don't spend as much time together as in the previous week, as he has a fairly hefty slew of exams coming up, but the two of you still find the time to study together
>During which, of course, you hash out your plans for the dance
>It's hard to keep the giddiness out of your voice
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>>25552077
>"Alright. So, you're driving?"
"Mhm. Splitting dinner?"
>"Gonna have to, unless you feel like going to Applebees."
"Cheapskate."
>You fake-punch his shoulder
>"Hey, sorry not all of us just *have* money."
"Apology accepted. Cheapskate."
>He scowls at you, underlining a line from his textbook
>"So. You pick dinner, we split. Afterparty?"
"Who's having one?"
>"I dunno. Flash probably will, but... eh. His parties aren't really my thing. Soarin's are usually pretty good though."
"That sounds alright. And..."
>"Hm?"
"Eh, nothing. Just a stupid idea."
>"What?"
"Like... we could have our own afterparty too. Just the two of us. Finish off the night with some shitty cartoons, you know."
>"That doesn't sound too bad, actually. But we should stop by Soarin's for a bit. Even if it's just long enough for me to wreck him in Rock Band."
"Is... is that a thing?"
>"Oh, you bet. Every party he has, we have a drunken Rock Band face-off. And I always win."
"That... sounds like a quality tradition."
>"You bet."
"...drunken?"
>"Oh. Yeah. If you're not cool with drinking, you don't have to. The party's gonna be super chill."
"What? No. No, I'm totally cool with it. Just making sure I understood."
>"Yeah. Shit, I'm pretty hyped. This could be pretty fun."
>You nod, tapping your pencil against the desk
"Yep. Just gotta get through one more day..."
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>>25552108

>Said "one more day" passes agonizingly slowly
>You're not much of a daydreamer, but you can't help yourself
>Hopefully the music will be good
>You wonder if Anon will be fine with dancing with you, given that he's technically still in a relationship
>Shamelessly, you hope he will
>Granted, you have no idea how to dance, but you've always wanted to learn
>Should you listen to some dance music ahead of time, just to get a feel for what kind of music you'll hear?
>Eh, probably wouldn't hurt
>Maybe you could look up some videos on basic steps too, and--
>"Ms. Sparkle?"
>Harshwhinny steps into view, staring disapprovingly down her nose at you
>"Integral of tangent theta?"
"Um..."
>Shit
>You could probably find some good tutorial videos on YouTube, though...

>When school ends, you practically sprint down to your car, driving home with complete abandon
>You treat yourself to a long, luxurious bath, applying the dozens of new soaps, shampoos, and conditioners Velvet bought you
>Each smells better than the last, leaving you smelling like a perfume shop by the end
>Your mom practically begs you to let her do your makeup, and you oblige her, sitting obediently for almost forty-five minutes while she dabs the various foundations and highlights onto your skin
>She's... pretty good at it actually
>The end process is so hauntingly beautiful that it's hard to believe you're staring at yourself
>The moment is, unfortunately, ruined by your mom pinching your shoulder
>"Aww! You look adorable!"
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>>25552139
"M-mom, stop..."
>She runs a hand through your hair, beaming
>"I can't help it! Look at you! My little Twily's all grown up..."
>You roll your eyes, but you can see your smile reflected in the mirror
>"Now, you'll take care of yourself tonight, okay?"
"Of course."
>"If that Anonymous boy tells you--"
"Oh God, mom, please... not the talk..."
>"It's not the talk! I'm just saying, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. If he tries to pressure you into something--"
"He's not going to pressure me into anything. He has a girlfriend already anyway. We're just going as friends."
>"Alright. Alright. Just, if he *does* try to pressure you into anything, you just leave, okay? Call me, or call the police, or call someone. Don't let him pressure you."
"I won't, mom. I promise. He won't pressure me into anything."
>Velvet sighs
>"Okay... okay."
>She pulls you into a hug that would make even Trixie proud
>"But most importantly, have fun tonight, okay? Make some good memories. Enjoy yourself."
"I will, momma."
>She lets you go, and you begin to gather your things, waiting for the call from Anonymous

Cutting it here for tonight. Not the most action-packed update, mostly just setup for the dance. The next couple updates are going to be pretty pivotal, so they might be a little sporadic as I'm trying to to my absolute best on them.
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>>25552168
It's nice to see traplight geting hyped for the dance. I Hope nothing goes wrong.
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>>25552168
I want to slow-dance with Twilight and watch her fidget trying not to bump her growing bulge against my own
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Happy Thanksgiving Senpai! We've lived long past our welcome, but I'm thankful to have you guys!
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>>25552795
Love you too
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>>25552851
B-baka! It's not like I want to stuff your turkey or anything!
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>>25552988
I'd like that very much
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>>25550668
>https://youtu.be/nDq6TstdEi8
>Be kid Anon and you are hiding under the covers with your Skeleton Man action figure.
>You hate thunderstorms because they are loud and spooky.
>To make matters worse you think there are ghosts playing with jello in Mama Sunny and Twi's room.
>"ooooohhhhaaa"
"UUNFF"
>https://youtu.be/h9p0YK-0TVE
>Oh no they must be in danger it's time to take matters to your own hands.
>You grab your plastic lightsaber toy, Captain America shield, and put on your blue Power Ranger mask then charged out your room.
>You slammed the "Mama" room's door open ready to kick some ghost ass. >instead you see a naked Mama Sunny on top of Mama Twi looking at you like a deer in the headlights.
"Wha?"
>Mama Sunny quickly put the covers over her and Mama Twi.
>Sunny looks calm but Twi looked like she panicking.
>"A-Anon what are y-you doing up?"
"I thought I heard ghosts and came here to save you two.
>Sunny giggled.
>"Aw that's sweet."
>"Sunset, this is not a laughing matter."
>Twilight said in a whispering hiss.
"What were you doing?"
>"O-oh we were uh-uh.."
>"Wrestling."
>"Y-Yeah wrestling."
"Who was winning?
>"I was, now go back to bed sweetie." replied Mama Sunny with a grin.
>While heading back to your room you hear Mama Twi hiss: "SUNSET!" With Mama Sunny laughing as a response.
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>>25553517
That fucking jello scene.
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Happy thanksgiving, f a m!

Hope you have a very spergy holiday!
And most importantly, love your waifu
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>>25553902
>spoiler
I will
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Happy Thanksgiving, NST. I'm thankful for my waifu, how about you?
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>>25554035
I'm very thankful for Scilight
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Happy Meme Holiday, NST. In honor of today, we should all take the time to remind our waifus how thankful we are that they love our terrible shitposting selves unconditionally.

Thank you cream qt
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>>25552795
>>25553902
>>25554035
Happy thanksgiving senpais.
>tfw no idea what thanksgiving is

Bullylight coming just out of the oven.
http://pastebin.com/P9vZyjpq
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>>25554157
>As it happens, Monday arrives.
>You slug out of bed, out of the room, into the bathroom, into the bedroom and into the closet.
>You put on your good girl attire, the one even Miss Cinch finds too conservative, and go downstairs to see if you have something you can eat.
>There's bread, and there's margarine. Fuck you if you wanted anything else.
>You drink the last gulp of milk there is and head to the front door, planning to eat the bread on the way, but you stop when you pass by the table in the living.
>Earrings.
>A bitch earrings.
>You save them and get out, looking up at the dark blue sky and breathing the fresh morning air as you close the door.
>Today's gonna be a crappy day, you can feel it in your bones.
>Only this year is left...
>Alhough you're one of the first students to get there, you stand outside by the entrance to finish your breakfast. It would be rude to go in with food.
>But as you are three bites away (or four depending on how you space them) from finishing, a certain bacon-haired person comes close.
>And then she stands there just looking at you!
>Holding the bread with your mouth you bow and gesture for her to go in, which she does hurriedly and turning to look back at you every five seconds.
>Is that how she treats you after you don't resort to violence to convince her? After being the ONLY person to attend her stupid and lonely birthday?
>You don't even know why you felt bad about her. You get so angry that you clench your teeth and the bread almost falls to the floor.
>Stupid mustard mess.
>You shove the whole bread into your mouth and walk in, finding a few students here and there, and no sign of autist-hair.
>By the way, your names are getting stupid.
>You walk through the hallways, your presence being enough to get the particularly wimpy people to make way for you. A great improvement from when you were pushed around like a pinball at your old school.
>You get to Cadance's office.
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>>25554192
>Oh, how you'd love to bang on the door.
>You instead knock gently on it, lest you want to upset her, and wait for an answer.
>"Dean Cadance hasn't arrived yet, Twilight," says a voice behind you. "But I'd be glad to help you with anything you need."
>Principal Cinch.
"No, it's fine," you say turning around and giving a smile. She's carrying a cyan folder. "I'll just come back later."
>"Wait," she says just as you take a step away. She wants to talk about something, doesn't she? "Could you come to my office for a moment?"
>Not the words you expected, but it's surely to talk about something.
>You oblige, and follow her upstairs to her office, your eyes first setting on the heater when entering the room.
>"Do you want some tea?"
"If you insist."
>You sit on the chair in front of her desk and wait while she goes to fill the heater with water. You tap your thighs, swing your legs for a moment, and then she's back.
"Soo... What's this all about?"
>"Straight to the point as always, I see."
>She sits behind her desk.
>"I have been talking periodically with Sunset's mother..."
>Shit.
>"...ever since her daughter told us about the bullying going on here,"
>Since the first day of school, in other words.
>"...and she's been saying very good things about you."
>Huh?
"Really?"
>You've barely interacted with her twice. How did she know you're nice?
>"Yes. I see you did as I said. You even went to her... birthday party last Saturday."
>Shit.
"Oh, that..."
>Of all the things she could bring up...
>"Miss Sunshimmer told me all about it. I'm sorry you had to experience that."
>Principal Cinch stands up and walks towards the window, her hands behind her back.
>"Believe me when I say she didn't mean it. It's not your fault. I think you did well by being there."
>Yeah, sure.
"Uh, Miss Cinch..."
>"Hm?"
"I don't know if... if I can keep up with this. I have trouble connecting with her in any way. It's just too difficult to even talk."
>So, can I go now?
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>>25554215
>Miss Cinch sits on the desk again, her hands interleaved in front of her forehead.
"It's not that I think less of her, but... well..."
>"Yes, I understand what you mean."
>Principal Cinch lowers her hands, and considers her words for a moment.
>"Sunset is... a very shy girl. I'm sure you've seen that. She has had an history of very severe bullying through her childhood, and it hasn't got any better with time."
>Oh, please, not with the excuses and sad stories.
>Just because she's had a bad life doesn't mean you should sympathize with that idiot.
>And just because she's been bullied doesn't mean she gets a free pass to be an ungrateful jerk to you.
>"To the extreme that... well, just saying this pains me greatly, but she has tried to take her life at least once, which is why she was transferred."
>Oh.
>Uh, Oook...
>"She's on therapy right now, but it's of no use if the cause of the problem isn't taken care of. I know it's difficult, but please Twilight, reconsider."
>By this point it wasn't just suggesting you do something. It was almost pleading by the tone of her voice.
>Shit.
>You stay silent for a moment, until the water is boiling, and miss Cinch stands up to serve some tea.
>Why do YOU have the one doing this? It's not your fault Sunset is a wimp.
>She can fuck herself. As you said the first time, you'll do nothing and say it stopped. It's not the end of the world.
"I'll do what I can," you say only not to disappoint miss Cinch.
>"Thank you Twilight. Here," she says extending you the cup of tea.
>You'd really wish for something solid, since even with the bread you're still very hungry, but well, the sugar in it is at least something.
>You cool down the tea while Cinch works silently on some papers, and once you finish, you excuse yourself and go out just five minutes before the classes begin.
>You go downstairs to see if Cadance finally got her lazy ass here. And what else you find her doing than hitting on some trendy faggot?
"Dean Cadence?"
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>>25554233
>From laughter she changes to a mostly cold expression as she turns to look at you.
>"Yes, Twilight?"
"Can we talk for a moment?"
>She reluctantly turns to the idiot, says some words, and he walks away with a grin on his face.
>Disgusting.
>"What is it?" she says discreetly trying to hide her cleavage a little.
>You pull out her earrings from your pocket.
"You forgot this," you say showing them to her.
>She immediately tries to grab them, but you move your hand back, and after a second she begins to laugh.
>"What, are we gonna barter now?"
"I want my phone back," you say with a very deadpan expression.
>"Sorry dear, not until after the test you took photos of is done."
"What? Just delete them and be done with it. I'll unlock it for you!"
>"You know, I dated a guy on tech support once," she says with the bitchiest of grins. "It's amazing how hard is to delete information from a flash memory. So now, hand them over or I'll consider them stolen."
>Oh goddammit.
>You reluctantly return the earrings, and without even saying 'thanks' she walks into her office while putting them on.
>Fuck her. If there's one thing you hate more than people giving you trouble, is people being smart about it.
>You don't care anyway. Nobody calls you. And there's a clock on each classroom if you want to know the time.
>So yeah, you haven't really lost anything. Nothing at all.
>Still fuck her though.
>You walk through the hallways with a grumpy expression, and just before you can get to your class, you encounter Indigo talking with a dude, doing some bad bad girl imitation by leaning on a locker.
>"Yo."
"Yes?" you say glaring at her.
>"Sour said she wants to see you."
"Well, tell her to come to look for me herself. Does she think she's my boss or what?"
>"Ok. Don't blame me later dude."
>As if Sour could get through the year without my help.
>You go into the classroom and sit in front of the teacher's desk as the bell rings.
>First class of Monday: literature.
>This is cool.
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>>25554242
>You come out quickly to stretch your legs and feel your butt again. Damn chairs should have cushions or something. Do rich parents really pay so much to send their kids to this dump?
>Surely the money here is wasted on putting more crystals. You're glad you don't have to pay a cent to come, or you would sue for fraud.
>At least the classrooms are cool during the summer.
>You go into the bathroom to drink some water. Not everyone has a bottle of mineral water from the Himalayas, you know?
>Pretty sure that is just overpriced tap water anyway.
>You open the faucet and cup your hands together, and one of the stalls loudly opens with a kick.
>Sonata's even dumber punk sister comes out, with some toilet paper stuck under her boot. She passes behind that creepy lesbian girl while she's washing her hands, and with a smile she pushes her with her hip.
>Heh.
>You begin to drink while punky wannabe girl approaches you. Dare to lay a finger on me bitch, I double-dare you and I'm gonna tear you and even that uniform to pieces.
>More than she has already teared it, anyway.
>You prepare for a bump, but after a moment no such thing happens. When you look back, you see her staring ugly at you.
"Yes?"
>She shrugs and keeps walking. Yeah, that' it, keep walking, you... whatever.
>Wait, maybe she stuck something on your back.
>You turn around and look in the mirror, There's nothing back there.
>Nothing except some damn fine curves.
>...
>Which ones?
>You dry your hands and go out. No need to look at yourself in the mirror any longer.
>You navigate the maze that is the school hallways, towards the next class. You swear whoever planned the schedule wanted to screw with you. You already got late last Monday because you underestimated the distances.
>But did you think everything was going to be perfect for you?
>You momentarily raise your head to look where you're going, and see the most intruiguing scene unfolding in front of you.
>Sour cornering Sunset against a locker.
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>>25554157
fuck yeah
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>>25554263
>You're temporally at a loss of thoughts. What the heck is that?
>Is she bullying her now too?
>Sour isn't the bully type, though. Or at least, you don't think so.
>Maybe you were wrong. Whatever. It's none of your business, and if Sunset is too much of an autist to let herself be played with, more power to Sour.
>I mean, just look at them. Sour is doing the sweet/sour routine, while Sunset is just... crying surely, and listening to her.
>Crying is all she does. Stupid shit. Does she ever run out of tears?
>You're gonna walk back a bit and take another path, but you swear you would join in and punch her in the face if you could get away with it.
>Who the hell cares about her 'such sad and terrible life, woe is me' backstory? And about the lonely birthday and the therapy and...
>And the suicide attempt...
>Yeah, nobody cares...
>You turn around to get to your class on time, without any of the two even noticing you, but still feeling like your legs are chained to rocks.
>Stupid Sunset. You bet she cries every time something happens to her, and that she thinks she's ugly as fuck and nobody except her mom loves her...
>You're almost sure of it.
>You hear a slam behind, and you stand still.
>She's an idiot! She probably hates her life and cuts herself due to the bullying and...
>And the suicide attempt.
>Fuck it. Fuck her so so SO HARD. You hate her so much is not even funny! You're gonna go beat the crap out of her!
>You turn around and walk with every step feeling like they're gonna make a hole to the floor below, until Sour takes notice of you.
>"Oh! So there you are! I thought you were dead, sweetie," she says in a stupidly sad tone.
"Just what the hell are you doing?"
>Sour leans away a little. You look briefly at Sunset and you swear she's almost having flashbacks.
>"Oh well, I wanted to talk about my homework, but since apparently you weren't 'available'" she says in a suddenly mean tone "I thought I could go see your good ol' friend instead!"
"W-What?"
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>>25554288
>"Take a look you idiot!"
>She takes out and flips through the pages of her notebook, until she suddenly shoves it in front of your face.
>"You got one problem wrong. Do you think this is a m-m... a game?! You treat me like trash and expect me to settle for anything less than perfect?!"
>You yank the notebook out of her hands to look at it.
"I can't be wrong! Tell your teacher to learn--"
>It's wrong.
>You fucked up the ROCKET EQUATION out of all things!
>"You were saying?"
"Th-That's--"
>"No! Shut up! I'm tired of you. The deal is over and if you want chocolate balls then get a job and work your ass off for them."
>She looks devilishly towards Sunset, making her recede against the locker.
>"And by the way, did you know your friend here is smarter than you and has better grades?"
"What, are you saying?" you say clenching the notebook.
>"And she's so generous! She said she's gonna work out of her free will, without complaining or asking for dumb stuff like YOU do."
>Sour gets closer to Sunset to put her arm around her shoulders, which makes her flinch.
>"Hey. What's your problem?"
"You are."
>You shove the notebook against Sour's chest, pushing her away from Sunset.
"Go away."
>Sour's eyes dart between you and Sunset, and gives a single laugh.
>"Are you serious? Are you defending her, dear?" she says kind of sweetly, and then turns sour. "Don't mess with me, Twilight Sparkle," she says giving you the ugliest of stares.
"Lay a finger on me and see who miss Cinch is gonna believe."
>Sour inhales loudly while clenching her teeth, and gets her eye tick back. It almost looks like she's gonna rip the notebook apart.
>Following her better judgment though, she goes away, as if nothing had happened.
>That bitch is fucked up.
>You look back at Sunset, and seeing she's free, she runs away from you.
>You can't. Believe this idiot.
"It was my pleasure! Don't mention it! The word is 'thanks' you inconsiderate--!"
>The bell rings.
>Oh man.
>OH MAN, you're tardy!
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>>25554301
>7 post dump
Wow, after 3 months on this job I'm improving, I think.

>>25554153
And happy thanksgiving to you t-too
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>>25554327
>mfw I am going to a thanksgiving party for some relatives
>mfw I wont have time to read this update until later tonight
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>>25554157
>>tfw no idea what thanksgiving is
Where you at, dot?
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>>25554327
Great update. I hope Sunny doesn't kill herself.
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>>25554327
I want to hug sunset
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>>25554327
That was great senpai! Thanks for the bully!
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>>25554327
I want Bullylight to hatefuck Sunny
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Huge feel-good, cozy, happy Trapshit update coming later tonight once my family leaves.
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>>25555103
Awesome
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Heads up. Big update involving a former, equally spergy friend could be coming tomorrow or within the next few days

I know I said I was going on hiatus but I just need to do this one last thing before going on break[/spoiler[
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>>25555307
I'm starting to think that the attempted rape scene a few months ago and my constant delays and uncertainty killed a lot of interest in my shit, but whatever. Carrying on anyway
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>>25553517
This is pretty good. I want more stuff like this.
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>>25555307
Hope she isn't a cunt
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Remember to fill out the form here if you want to tell eqg anything >>25508817
I will send it to EqG when this thread dies
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>>25555814
I doubt he will notice us
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"You sure about this?"
>"Psh. Since when am I ever not sure about anything?"
"I could list at least five instances off the top of my head."
>"Oh, hush. You're going to scare them off."
>You look through the scope and examine the "birds" feeding off the ground. Faint gobbling noises fill the air.
"So these are the equivalent of turkeys on our world?"
>"No, you dingus. Dolphins." Twilight rolls her eyes. "Of course they're turkeys. Why wouldn't they be?"
"Well, they're at least twice the size of regular turkeys, and...have two heads."
>Your hunting companion blows a soft raspberry.
>"Minor details. Now are you going to bag one or not?"
"I will," you grumble. "I just don't know why we couldn't just buy one from the market, you know? Like regular, boring people do?"
>Your sights align with a turkey's meaty body and you slowly place your finger on the trigger.
>"Word of advice. Aim for the head. They explode if you hit the body."
"What?" you almost shout in a hushed tone. "Explode?"
>"Yeah. Explode. Detonate." Twilight mimics a tiny explosion with her hands. "Kabooooom."
"Fuckin' hell, Twi." You go back to aim down the scope. "The next thing you'll tell me is that they also shoot lasers out of their eyes."
>Your selected victim waddles its massive body around the ground with its brethren, stopping every now and then so that one of its heads could peck at the ground.
>It would be an easy shot, except for the fact that...
"Which head am I supposed to aim for?"
>"Both."
"What? How?"
>"Just hit both. What's wrong? Can't handle the extra head?"
>Yeah, Twilight. Not everyone is a skilled marksman and this isn't a video game.
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>>25556592
>You patiently wait for your target's heads to align.
>The dumb bird aimlessly struts around. Its neighboring heads peck at each other whenever one gets too close, but otherwise do nothing much.
>Finally, it stops. One head comes to rest directly behind the other.
>This is your chance.
>You hold your breath and align the crosshairs with the head in front.
>Steady, steady...
>You pull the trigger, and a loud crack echoes through the forest.
>Dead silence settles over the grounds.
"Ha," you say, giving Twilight a smug grin. "How do you like them apples?"
>"You missed one."
"What?"
>Twilight hands you her binoculars, and you use them to see a rather distraught turkey frantically flapping its wings.
>One of its necks doesn't have an owner, and blood is spurting out of the wound.
>The other head, however, is still attached to its body. And right now it's releasing a horrible, gut-wrenching scream that would make nails on chalkboard sound like Ave Maria.
>Its friends are taking notice, as they stop feeding and gobbling and instead remain fixated on their wounded comrade.
"But HOW? It was a perfect shot!"
>"Did you calibrate your scope?"
>You do a double take.
"ME?"
>"Yeah. You. Am I supposed to hold your hand the entire way?"
>The turkeys take notice of your bickering and look towards the bush you are hiding in.
>They start to draw near, and their blood-red eyes seem to be looking directly into your own.
"What do we do now?" you whisper.
>"Just stay still. All turkeys have pea-sized brains. They wouldn't find us, let alone attack us."
>But suddenly, the turkey in front stops and spreads its wings, pointing its beaks towards the sky and letting out the same ungodly scream you've heard moments ago.
>All the other birds join in on the satanic chorus and charge towards your position.
>"Let's go!" Twilight shouts, grabbing your arm and dragging you out of the bush and into the forest.
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>>25556601
>The prey-turned-predators take pursuit. For a bunch of fat, stubby animals, they're rather fast.
>It doesn't help that the trees and foliage are slowing you down.
>A sudden explosion sends a shock wave over your body and almost causes you to eat the dirt.
"What was that? Did you shoot one?"
>"They explode when angry!" Twilight shouts back. "Keep running!"
"For fuck's sake, Twi! That would have been helpful to know beforehand!"
>"Less talking, more running!"
>Another angry turkey detonates closer to you, causing you to stumble onto the ground.
>You frantically get to your feet and start sprinting just as a third turkey tries to kill you with its explosive fury.
>The forest is filled with the screams of these beasts from hell, and you take a moment to be thankful that they don't exist on your home world.
"How are they still screaming?"
>Twilight hurdles over a stream and you follow suit.
>"My guess is that one head inhales air while the other exhales. Pretty neat, huh?"
"I'll appreciate the beauty of nature when I'm back at the top of the food chain, thank you very much," you wheeze, wiping cold sweat off your forehead.
>Eventually, a massive rock wall comes up to meet you, preventing you from going any further.
>Twilight leans a hand against it, taking a moment to catch her breath and adjust her glasses.
>The screams are faint, but are drawing nearer.
"What now?"
>"That thing loaded?" Twilight gestures towards your rifle.
>Hers, actually, but whatever.
>You work the bolt, ejecting an empty shell.
"It is now."
>"Okay, good. When those pea-brains come close enough, hit the one in the middle. It should set off a chain reaction and wipe them out. Think of it as an aggressive form of population control."
>The screams are getting louder. You can now see the leader flap over a log with its wings before resuming its pursuit on the ground. The rest are right behind it, hellbent on destroying you.
>Here goes nothing.
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>>25556607
>You shoulder your weapon and aim at the lead turkey.
>This would be so much easier to do if your hands weren't shaking.
>"I could do it if--"
"I got this."
>Twilight shrugs.
>"It's your funeral."
>You squeeze the trigger, but the bullet harmlessly hits the dirt.
>"They're getting closer," she nonchalantly remarks.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you mutter under your breath and you try to work the bolt, which for some reason suddenly decides not to cooperate in your time of need.
>They made it look so easy in the movies.
>Finally, you manage to eject the spent, smoking casing and put a fresh one in the chamber.
>Once again, you aim at the leader.
>Once again, you miss.
>Though this time, it hits a turkey further in the back, causing it to explode and take another with it.
>The explosions gently thunder through the air, but are silenced by the growing screams of the suicidal birds.
>"Last shot."
"I know how to count!"
>You work the bolt and once again take aim.
>The bloodthirsty bombers are not too far from you now.
>There's no way you can miss.
>Right?
>The turkeys' screams reach their peak as they come within detonation range, and you let out a war cry of your own as you pull the trigger and send your last remaining bullet towards the children of Satan himself.
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>>25556618
________
>You knock on the door and take a step back.
>"Coming!" a voice shouts from inside.
>After a couple sounds of fumbling with the lock, the door opens to reveal your mom.
>"Anon! Twilight! You're just in time for dinner!" she says, stepping aside to make way for you. "But what happened? You guys look like you've just been through a war."
"Hunting was a little...messier than expected."
>"You guys went hunting?"
"I'll tell you about it later."
>"I hold you to that. Now let me take that coat off you, Twilight dearie. I'll freshen it up for you. In fact, why don't you clean up in our washroom? You look absolutely awful."
>"Thanks, misses."
>"You should clean up too, Anonymous. I don't want to be dining with someone who looks like he just went on a murdering spree. And besides, you smell like death."
"Yes, Mom."
>Twilight hands over her burnt and bloodied lab coat, revealing a slightly less burnt and bloodied shirt underneath, and together they disappear down the hallway with your mom trying to make smalltalk.
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>>25556632
>You set the tray you are holding down on the table and collapse on a seat.
>"Hunting, huh?" your dad says as he walks out of the kitchen with some plates. "Did you get a big one?"
"One or two. Maybe three. I don't think I can put a number on this one," you say, motioning towards the smoking pile of meat scraps on your tray.
>"Geez. I didn't know you hunted turkeys with nukes."
"These turkeys were...explosive in nature"
>"Oh, ya. Animals are getting pretty aggressive nowadays. Not a day goes by without you hearing about some poor fellow getting eaten by a shark or impaled by a stag. Even the butcher says that nowadays the meat feels like it's still fighting for its life, even though it's already dead."
"Really?" you say, rubbing a tired eye with a palm.
>"Yep. These are strange times, I tell ya."
"You said it."
>"Anon, don't make me repeat myself," your mom calls from down the hallway. "You can always catch up with your father later."
>"Better do as your mother says. I'll set up the table in the meantime."
"Alright."
>You slowly get up and lazily stretch before lumbering towards your room.
"Happy Thanksgiving," you say to no one in particular.

Happy Thanksgiving, /nst/
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Bump, staring trapshit soon
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>>25552168
>Predictably, the call comes fifteen minutes later than he promised
>"Hey! Sorry, had to stop to pick up some stuff. I'll be by in like five minutes, that cool?"
>You roll your eyes
"That's fine. Now hurry up, you asshole."
>"Love you too."
>He hangs up, and you, finding yourself lacking anything else to occupy yourself with, head down and sit by the door
>It's half-past five when you hear the knock on your door, sending your heart straight up into your throat
>You do a quick check in the mirror to make sure your hair is perfect, adjust the straps on your dress, and open the door
>For a few seconds, all you can do is stare at each other
>Anon's cleaned himself up better than you expected; his tux is pressed and exquisitely fitted, and his hair has been trimmed into a slick, casual cut
>He looks... really good
>You can feel the heat rising in your face, and your tongue jams in your mouth
>He seems to be suffering something similar, his eyes locking first on your dress, then on your hair, then on your face
>"Um... hey."
"Hey."
>"I... I like the dress."
"Thanks."
>You stare at the ground, brushing your hair out of your face
>Fortunately, your mom chooses that moment to appear behind you, holding her camera
>"Come on, you two! I need pictures!"

>Velvet leads you and Anonymous into the back yard
>"Alright... Anonymous, right?"
>"Yes ma'am."
>"Perfect! Stand right there! Wait, what's that?"
>She gestures to the small cardboard box clasped in his hands
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>>25557499
>"Oh..."
>He turns the box over in his hands
>"Just a corsage."
>"A corsage? Perfect! Twilight, hold out your hand... yeah, just like that! Now... right, right!"
>You hold out left arm, and Anonymous removes the corsage from its box, awkwardly slipping the elastic band over your fingers
>Your mother's camera clicks maniacally in the background
>"Excellent! Now stand together!"
>The two of you stand statue-stiff next to each other, shoulders barely touching
>"Not like that! Act like you like each other!"
>Anonymous glances at you, as if asking for permission
>You shrug, and he slings his arm around your shoulders, hugging you against his chest
>It's a phrase you abhor, but at this moment you fully comprehend the phrase "butterflies in your stomach"
>You try to keep yourself loose against him, but not too loose
>You don't want to seem like you're coming onto him or anything
>Because you're not... right?

>The pictures seem to go on forever
>By the time she suggests you sit in his lap, you've had enough
"Alright, mom, I think we should be going! Wouldn't want to miss the reservations and all!"
>"Oh, right! Well, um... call me if you need anything, okay?"
"I will."
>"And have fun, you two! Don't do anything crazy! And text me when you get home!"
"I will."
>"Alright, bye! Be safe!"
"We will!"
>You shuffle yourself and Anon out of the house, panting
"Sorry about that... my mom can be..."
>"Fucking hilarious?"
"I guess that's one way to put it..."
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>>25557563
>Anon chuckles, and you open the passenger door of your car for him
>"Ooh, chivalrous."
"Yeah? I guess someone's gotta wear the pants around here."
>He raises his eyebrow at the double (triple?) entendre therein, but sits in the passenger seat without comment
>You take the wheel of your BMW, driving the two of you towards the local vegan-friendly restaurant
>"So, you're positive it has to be vegan food?"
"Is that a problem?"
>"I mean... you don't want *real* food?"
"This is real food!"
>"Sure, in the same way your music is *real* music."
"Hey! I've actually been listening to a lot of different stuff lately!"
>To prove your point, you grab your iPod up, scrolling through to something more suited to Anon's pleb tastes

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bLBtTpEx9xo

"There. Better?"
>"Um... yeah, actually. That's really pretty."
>He glances at the iPod to check the artist's name
>"Huh. Yeah, this is really nice."
"Oh, um... I'm glad you like it. You fucking pleb."
>"Hey, at least I'm not a vegan."
"...you know, if you *really* don't want vegan food, we could go somewhere else..."
>"What? No, I'm fine with it. Just giving you shit."
"You... you are such a cock! How do I even put up with you?"
>"Honestly, I have no idea. You deserve a Peace Prize or something, at this point."
>That gets a chuckle out of you
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>>25557680

>The two of you pull into the restaurant around seven, an hour before the doors of the dance open
>The sun has already long since set, leaving the place glowing with healthy yellow light amidst the darkness
>There's a definite chill in the air, and you're starting to wish you'd brought a coat
>Anon wraps an arm around your torso, pulling you against him and using his body to shelter yours from the driving, bitter wind
>Inside, thankfully, the place is toasty warm and rife with the smell of baking veggies
>Your mouth is already watering
>A dreadlocked waitress leads you to a booth by the window
>She lays a hand on your shoulder, giving you a once-over
>"I, like, love your dress, man. Really vibrant, you know?"
"Um... thanks?"
>"Totally... like, I'll be back in a few with some drinks, alright? What do you two want?"
"Water, I guess."
>"I'll have water too."
>"Righteous. See you in a bit."
>She takes like three steps, then turns around to admire you again
>"That dress... oh my god..."
>And with that, she's gone
>"Why is it that every one of these places has the exact same waitress?"
"You've only been to two of them."
>"And they're both had the exact same waitress."
"They're not the same, you asshole. They just dress the same."
>"I dunno. Still pretty freaky."
>He grabs up his menu, but puts it down almost immediately
>"Oh! I had a question I wanted to ask you!"
"Yeah? What's up?"
>He clears his throat
>"Okay... now bear with me, because this might take some time to explain... and it might sound a little weird..."
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>>25557733
"Y-yeah?"
>Again, that fluttery feeling begins to build in your stomach, and you can feel a lump in your throat
>Is... is he about to ask you what you think he's going to ask?
>"Alright, so..."
>You lean in, if only slightly, a bead of sweat forming at the back of your neck
>"You know... how people always ask who would win between Lelouche and Kira?"
"H-huh?"
>That wasn't what you were expecting -- what you were hoping -- to hear
>"Kira from Death Note, Lelouche from Code Geass?"
"I know, but... what?"
>"You've never heard anyone ask who'd win between them?"
"I have, but... what does that have to do with anything?"
>"I dunno. It was just a dumb idea I had."
"I mean, Kira could kill Lelouche easily, if he had his name."
>"Yeah, but he wouldn't be able to get his name that easily. Lelouche is smart, he had the Zero alias and shit, right?"
"I... guess?"
>"But, that debate's happened so many times already. Here's what I'm wondering: take the two of them, pit them in a faceoff against each other... then tell Yuno that they're both trying to kill Yuki."
"Oof."
>"I know right? Now you've got three mastermind killers going head to head."
"But Kira still has the note."
>"And Lelouche has a giant fucking robot."
>You facepalm, grinning in spite of yourself
"You're such a fucking nerd, oh my God..."
>"Says the girl who draws Naruto characters in her Calculus binder..."
"They were not Naruto characters!"
>"Holy shit, you actually *do* draw in your Calculus binder? I was just making that up..."
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>>25557855
"You..."
>You bury your face in your hands
"I hate you so much..."
>"Dude... harshing the vibe, much?"
>The waitress sets a glass of water down in front of each of you, a cloud of incense seeming to linger after every movement she makes
"Wh-what?"
>"Just messin' with you, man..."
>She brushes her dreads out of her face
>"Like... what can I get you?"

>You order yourself some roasted brussels sprouts and sweet-potato soup, while asks for "I dunno, a regular salad, I guess? With ranch? Is ranch vegan?"
>As the two of you wait for dinner, he continues pressing the issue on this stupid "who would win" scenario
>And he's completely goddamn wrong!
"How the fuck does Lelouche or Yuno stand a chance? Light has the Death Note, he'd kill them both in a minute!"
>"Only if he had their names though. You think either of them are that stupid?"
"Lelouche is a fucking prince, how would Light not know his name?"
>"He'd use an alias!"
"Well, Light would just have Misa find out his real name. Idiot."
>"Yeah? And what happens when super-jealous Yuno kill Misa's blonde ass? What then?"
"Then fuck you, that's what."
>"Come on, you KNOW Lelouche would win."
"He would not! He'd have to get up close to Light to win, and by then Light could recognize him and write his name!"
>"Not if Lelouche Geass'd him NOT to write the name."
"But--"
>The waitress doesn't even bother interrupting this time, she just sets the plates in front of you
>You eat aggressively, trying to explain how wrong Anon is in between bites of brussels sprout
>He watches with a bemused expression, munching on salad
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>>25551938
>>You get the impression she's been waiting a long time to say those words
I don't have a reaction image that fits this emotion, but it'd be something with happy with a "D'aww" caption I'm sure.
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>>25557919
Please let this night end happily. I don't know if I could take another Scilight emotional roller coatser.
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>>25558086
>I don't know if I could take another Scilight emotional roller coatser.
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>>25557919
>"Yeah, but if Light gets Misa, then Lelouche gets Suzaku. Remember, the guy who can't die?"
"That wasn't what the Geass meant. It just meant he couldn't give up."
>"So he's basically Rick Astley, then? You really think Light could take Rick Astley?"
"You're nowhere near as funny as you think you are."
>"Yeah? I think I see a bit of a smile..."
"Sh-shut the fuck up..."
>You have to hid your mouth behind your hand, but a bit of brussels sprout falls from between your lips as they crack open in a grin
>"Ha! I got you! You're laughing!"
"I am n-not you asshole!"
>Another chunk of brussels sprout falls out
>"Goddamn. You forget how to eat or something?"
>Unable to contain it anymore, you spit out a mouthful of brussels sprouts, emitting something between a laugh and a cough
"Fuck you..."

>The two of you leave a generous trip for the hippie waitress, hoping it'll make up for the angry looks she kept giving you throughout dinner
>Sure, you were probably being way too loud, but...
>You were having fun!
>Goddammit, you were having so much fun!
>"Hey, you cool if I play music on the way there?"
"Go ahead. But if it's pleb shit, I'm turning it off."
>"Yeah, yeah. You want something patrician? I'll give you something patrician."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cOrc37wNUqU

"...you do realize that 1996 was almost twenty years ago, right?"
>"Can't hear you."
>He turns the volume up on his phone, blasting the music
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>>25558423
>25558423
>19:23:23
>23
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>>25558474
Sunset confirmed for Jim Carrey?
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>>25558495
No
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>>25558184
>The bass is still thumping as you pull into the school parking lot
>All around you, the lot is decorated with festive strands of Christmas lights, and your classmates march up towards Canterlot High, arm in arm with their dates
>When you park, Anon is first out of the car, opening your door and offering his arm to you
"Wow. Such a gentleman."
>"I know, right? Ain't I the best?"
"The best at being stuck in the nineties, maybe. I don't think I've ever met someone with a bigger Captain Jack fetish."
>"I'd be surprised if you had. I don't think any can do it better than me."
>You chuckle, shivering slightly
>"You serious? It ain't *that* cold."
"Shut the fuck up. You're not the one wearing a dress."
>"Point taken."
>Before you can protest, his suit coat is around your shoulders
>It's not much, but it keeps the wind away from your skin, at the very least
>You allow yourself to lean against Anon, if only slightly
"Thanks... you dick."

>You can feel the bass pounding through your shoes twenty feet from the gym doors
>The school DJ, some druggie-looking girl with electric blue hair, stands at the edge of the gym, surrounded by PA equipment
>As expected, it's pretty generic club music
>Still... it's kinda exhilerating
>The beat seems to drive itself up from the ground, through your feet, and into your chest
>As soon as you enter the gym, you find yourself bobbing your head, you body twitching in anticipation
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>>25508799
Would you headpat SciTwi?
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>>25558771
>"Someone's excited."
"Shut up. Just lemme enjoy this..."
>You raise one arm above your head, attempting to fist-pump
>"You're such a nerd."
"Says the guy who argued about anime for half of dinner."
>"Hey, at least I was right."
"You were *not,* you asshole."
>Anon opens his mouth, probably to continue being wrong about absolutely everything, but he's interrupted by Soarin sprinting out of the crowd towards the two of you
>"Anon! How's it going, man?"
>Soarin's dressed in a slick, powder-blue tux, and has Spitfire clinging to his arm
>She's sporting a tight, showy dress, with a pair of aviator sunglasses atop her forehead
>Anon and Soarin share a manly hug, and you and Spitfire just kind of nod at each other
>Soarin breaks away from Anon's hug, straining his voice to be heard over the music
>"So, how long have the two of you been a thing?"
"A thing?"
>You glance at Anon, who shrugs
"W-we're not a thing!"
>"Yeah, sure!"
>Soarin links his arm with Spitfire's again
>"Come on, how long?"
"We're not!"
>"We're not? B-but... Twilight, I..."
>Anon pulls this doofy-looking, simpering face
>"I thought you l-loved me..."
>Wipes an imaginary tear from his eye, and you resist the urge to smack his dumb face
"You... I swear to God..."
>"No, but seriously, you two are a thing, right?"
>"No? Just because we're going to the dance doesn't make us a thing, dude."
>Anon explains it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world
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>>25558782
Yes
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>>25558869
>"No, but... you guys have been, like, all over each other since Trixie left. You *sure* you're not a thing? Like, it's totally okay if you are. Everyone kinda... already thinks that."
"Are you serious?"
>Soarin turns to you
>"Pretty much. I mean, it seemed kinda obvious. But if you're not, that's cool too!"
>He hastily adds the last bit
>"Just, uh... anyway, you're gonna be at the party later, right?"
>"Of course, man."
>Anon looks at you, waiting for your response
"Yeah, totally. Looking forward to it!"
>You force a smile, but your head is reeling
>The whole school thinks you and Anon are a thing?
>You're... not entirely sure how to feel about that
>But you feel kind of... proud?
>At least, you feel what you think is pride
>The rest of the school actually thinks a boy -- especially a decently popular one -- would actually *want* to date you?
>Well, after Trixie, you guess nothing will come as a shock
>"Twi? You're zoning out on me again."
"What? No, I'm fine. Let's go dance!"
>You grab Anon's hand, leading him towards the center of the room, where a large mob of students undulates to the beat

>Unfortunately, it turns out that your YouTube tutorials didn't help much
>You feel like a broken puppet trying to keep up with the rest of the kids
>A lot of the girls can twist and gyrate their bodies that you can barely fathom, let alone replicate
>Anon doesn't seem to mind though
>He sticks close to you, bobbing and two-stepping as the music switches from one house track to another nearly-identical house track
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>>25558782

Of course.
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>>25558923
>It's so stupidly generic, you love it
>In fact, maybe you love it a little too much
>Feeling a little daring, you attempt some sort of complicated twirl, not really knowing what the fuck you're doing, and pitch sideways into Anonymous
>He catches you, somehow without losing the tempo of the music
>And just like that, the two of you are dancing together
>You start off trying to keep a polite distance, awkwardly holding him at elbow's length
>But some asshole bumps into you from behind, pushing you up against his chest
>And just like that, his arms are around you, holding you against himself as the two of you weave through the crowd
>Your arms circle around his back seemingly of their own accord, and you hold yourself tightly against him, allowing your form to conform to his
>Your dance is awkward, sweaty, and stilted, yet perfect in its own way
>Every motion he makes, you copy, your body molding to his like clay
>Despite plenty of opportunities to pull away from you, Anon still holds you against himself, resting his chin on your head
>Your entire body feels alive and electric from his contact
>And then, to your shame, you feel yourself begin to stiffen
>Immediately, you try to pull away from Anon, but your arms seem unwilling to cooperate
>You bite your lip, your face flushed from the exertion of dancing, and from disgrace
>Someone's going to realize what's going on, aren't they?
>Anonymous will push you away, of course he will...
>And they'll all see
>The horrible, hollow feeling of despair opens in your chest as you wait for him to shove you away
>You can feel your stiffened fault pressing against his leg, there's no way he doesn't notice it...
>Bowing your head, you brace yourself for the inevitable humiliation
>...
>But it doesn't come
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>>25559062
MAXIMUM OVERHAPPENING
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>>25559062
Anon wants the D
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>>25559276
I want her D
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>>25559062

***

>You are Anonymous
>What the fuck is going on?
>You can *feel* it pressing against your leg
>She -- if you can really call Twilight she -- is clearly getting way too into this
>You should be disgusted, right?
>But...
>Everything else about her is so beautiful, so feminine
>In every other aspect, she's gorgeous: her hair, her dress, the softness of her body, the way she seems to conform to your shape as the two of you dance...
>And she fits so perfectly against you, but...
>That *thing* is still rubbing your leg
>This feels so wrong, but you... you don't really mind
>Why not?
>What the hell is wrong with you?

***

>The song winds down, breaking into one with a much more relaxed face as the DJ takes a break
>You and Anon slow down as well, both of you panting, your breath flowing across his neck and his mingling with your hair
>Slowly, your body calms it self as well, until you're comfortable stepping away from Anon
>He gives you a look the likes of which you've never seen on anyone else
>Confused, yet understanding, somehow
>He beckons for you to follow him over to the punch table
>Soarin and Spitfire are already there and, like many of the couples, are still all over each other
>Judging by the teeth marks all over her neck, the two of them were having a damn good time
>Soarin calls out as he sees the two of you approaching
>"What was that about not dating, huh?"
>"Oh, fuck off. We were just dancing."
>"Yeah, yeah, "just dancing." Like how you mom and dad were "just wrestling" when you were a kid, right?"
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>>25559306
D CONFIRMED
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>>25559306
>>"Yeah, yeah, "just dancing." Like how you mom and dad were "just wrestling" when you were a kid, right?"
Is that a kid anon refrence
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>>25559401
That's a general childhood reference
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>>25559401
Only if skeleton man is mentioned
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>>25559401
yis

>>25559306
>Anon's mouth moves, but no words come out
>Seems even he can't come up with a snappy retort for everything
>Instead, he pours himself some punch, drinking it as sulkily as possible
"Sorry about that..."
>"About what?"
"Dancing with you like that, and..."
>You don't need to say the next part
>"What are you talking about? You were great."
"I was?"
>"Fuck yeah, that was awesome. Where'd you learn to dance like that?"
"Um... YouTube?"
>Anon laughs so hard he ends up spraying Spitfire in punch
>"Hey!"
>She swipes at him, but his fencer reflexes carry him safely out of the way before she can reach
>"But yeah, seriously... you were great. You, um... you wanna head back out?"
>He gestures towards the dance floor again
"Um... yeah, totally. Just gimme a minute to... get something to drink...
>You guzzle down the icy punch, but it doesn't do much to cool you off
>Warmth seems to radiate out of your belly, rising up into your chest and your head, leaving you sweaty and dizzy
>Anon takes you by the hand, just as the DJ starts up her next booming song
>The crowd begins to undulate again, and you find yourself battered on all sides as dancers all around you close in
>Anon pulls you against himself, and your dance begins anew
>It's easier this time; you feel like a fluid as the two of you slither and weave through the crowd
>Again, your body expresses its excitement, and again Anon doesn't turn you away
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>>25559520
I was about to rash on Twilight for popping one every time Anon touches her, but then I remembered I do the same thing with girls, so...
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>>25559541
>I do the same thing with girls
>girls
What if Anon is a reverse trap?
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>>25559551
He already fucked Trixie though...
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>>25559520
>This time, however, you feel no shame
>Instead, you're elated
>You press yourself tighter against him, grinding the front of your body against his, nuzzling your face against his neck
>You pepper his collarbone with a few short little kisses, but you're not sure if he notices
>Around the dance floor, you see other girls with their dates dancing in a similar fashion
>You wish you could be as candid as them, but you don't want to risk exposing yourself
>So you stay close to Anon, wrapped in a warm, fluid embrace as the two of you dance

>When the DJ cues up a slow song, he wraps his arms around the small of your back, spinning you in slow, gentle circles
>Your body slowly calms, and you find yourself leaning your head on his shoulder, suddenly exhausted
>After that, the two of you head out into the halls, where Soarin and Spitfire are huddled in a corner, aggressively making out
>"Get a room, you two."
>Anon jostles Soarin, who flips him off
>"At least I'm getting some."
>"Got me there."
>He sits down by them, but keeps a respectable distance
>You sit down close, not willing to break off this wonderful, sudden spurt of contact
>Soarin gives Spitfire one final kiss before addressing the two of you
>"So? You two about ready to head out?"
>"Just about."
"I'm ready whenever."
>You resist the temptation to take hold of Anon's hand
>"Alright then, let's go. Spitfire and I are gonna stop to pick up something to drink. You two just let yourselves in the back, okay?"
>"Right, right. See ya there."
>Anon fist-bumps Soarin, then helps you to your feet
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>>25559618
TWILIGHT WINS
GODS BE PRAISED
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>>25559618

>Three hours of dancing has left you too sore to walk in heels, so you end up leaning heavily on Anon as you walk barefoot back to your car
"Ow... ow... ow..."
>Without warning, he hooks an arm under your legs, lifting you up off the ground
"H-hey!"
>"I'm not gonna listen to you complain for the entire walk back. Just suck it up."
"Fucking asshole..."
>You allow yourself to be carried back to the car, though
>In fact, it's kinda enjoyable
>Anon sets you in the driver's seat, then takes the passenger's
>"Soarin doesn't live too far from here. Just a couple blocks down twenty-second."
"Alright."
>You insert the keys into the ignition, but you don't turn them
"Hey... Anon?"
>"Yo."
"I wanna say this before I get too drunk to remember... thank you. Seriously, thank you so much for... for taking me."
>"Don't mention it."
"No, really. That was really, really fun. And... I'm sorry if things got weird."
>"Since I met you, literally everything has been weird."
"Is... is that a bad thing?"
>"I'd be pretty crazy to say it was."
"Oh. Um... awesome."
>You chew your lower lip, trying to think of what to say next
"Thank you. I don't really have a better way to say it. For understanding. For taking me. For... for letting me have fun."
>Anon is silent for a moment...
>"Twilight... you're fucking welcome. Now can you start the car? I'm freezing my nipples off."
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>>25559703

>You beat Soarin to his own house, letting yourselves in the back door
>There are already several bottles of liquor lined up along the ping pong table
>Jim Beam, New Amsterdam, Fireball...
>All the best in cheap booze
"Do you think he'll be cool if we take some?"
>"Uh..."
>Anon gives you a strange look
>"It's for everyone, sure."
"Something wrong?"
>"No. I just don't think I'll let you make any phone calls."
"Huh? What's that supposed to-- hey!"
>You smack Anon's arm
"That's not funny!"
>"I dunno, it was for me."
"Yeah, well... you're an asshole. And you're *still* wrong about Lelouche vs. Kira! Kira wins every time!"
>"Yeah? Prove it!"
>You grab a bottle of Jim Beam, cracking the top off and taking a long swig
>Anon whistles, impressed
"I don't need to! Light has the damn Death Note! He'll find out who Lelouche is with a five second google search, write his name down, and boom! No more Vi Britannia!"
>"Yeah, yeah, he *would* do that. If not for the fact that Lelouche had already blown his ass up with his giant fucking robot!"
"He can't pilot the robot if he's dead!"
>You've barely had anything to drink, but the night's excitement already has you feeling drunk
>"He won't be dead, though, because he'll stomp Kira's bitch ass!"
>Anon grabs the New Amsterdam, holding it in his lap, but not drinking
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>>25559863
Something is going to happen when they are drunk
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>>25559903
Chekov's gun, m8.

Bang.

>>25559863
>You, however, take another nice, long sip of the Jim Beam
"Bitch ass? Kira is way cooler than Lelouch!"
>"Bullshit! He goes out like a little bitch, Lelouche sacrifices himself like a man!"
"Yeah, sacrifices himself to his homo buttbuddy!"
>"Low fucking blow."
"It's true! They're so gay for each other!"
>"Maybe in your shitty fanfictions, they are."
"Hey, at least my fanfictions are better than half the shows you like!"
>You pretend to shove Anonymous, but accidentally tumble into his lap
>"Watch it!"
"Make me!"
>You poke him between his eyes, refusing to get up from his lap
>He unscrews the New Amsterdam bottle's lid, taking a long gulp of vodka
>"Oh god... bleh..."
"Don't be a pussy."
>"Some of us actually have taste, Twilight. Please try to be considerate."
"Says the guy who thinks NGE is good!"
>"You shittalk NGE one more time, and I swear to God..."
"Yeah?"
>You lean in, your nose inches from Anon's
"What are you gonna do, huh? Huh?"
>He's so close you can practically taste the vodka on his breath, staring into your eyes as if hypnotized
>You find yourself unable to move away as well
>Slowly, inexorably, your mouth draws closer to his, the taste of his vodka breath filling your mouth as your lips part...
>"Hey, assholes! We're here!"
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>>25560046
Wow fuck Soarin
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>>25560046
>You pull away from Anon as the door above you slams, and you hear Soarin tromping down the stairs to the basement, followed by Spitfire
>"Where the hell is everyone?"
>"Probably at Flash's."
>"Those pieces of shit! Look all the stuff I got!"
>He throws down a shopping bag full of snacks next to the booze, along with two twelve-packs of Mountain Dew
"More for us, right?"
>All three of them turn to look at you
>"Hell yeah! Twilight knows what's up!"
>Soarin is obviously drunk already, which is pretty impressive given that it's been like twenty minutes since you last saw him
>He grabs a package of Oreos and heaves them at you
>"Come on, eat up! Let's get this fucking party going!"
>He opens the Fireball, chugging a good fifth of the bottle, coming up coughing
>Spitefire smacks him on the back, howling with laughter, and takes the bottle from him, downing a third of it like it's nothing
>"Don't be such a little bitch!"
>"Sh-shut the fuck up!"
>He coughs again, slamming his chest
>"Anon! Turn on the fucking Rockband! You owe me a rematch, asshole!"
>Anon stands up, taking another gulp from the bottle, grimacing as he swallows
>"You're on, kekwad! What song? Dragonforce? Are you gonna do Dragonforce, you bitch?"
>"Fuck yeah we're doing Dragonforce! Put in the damn game!"

>In short, the two of them act like absolute assholes for twenty minutes, fighting over a game about pressing buttons on plastic guitars
>Spitfire, however, turns out to be really chill
>"Hey, I'm super sorry about him... he just gets *way* too competitive when he's drunk."
"It's cool. Honestly, Anon's being just as bad..."
>"Yeah. He's a lot of fun though. You sure the two of you aren't dating?"
"Um... I..."
>"Complicated?"
"You could say that..."
>Spitefire lets out a loud, bark-ish laugh, taking a relaxed sip from her beer
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>>25560193
>"I know what you mean, man. It took that asshole two months to make us "official." Of course, that didn't stop him from wanting to fuck every other night..."
>You find yourself chuckling, clutching the bourbon bottle against your belly like a child
"We... I don't know. He just got out of a relationship..."
>"Yeah, I heard. That was pretty fucked."
"It was. I don't want to... you know..."
>"Scavenge?"
"That's a good word for it..."
>"I mean... a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. You want him, yeah?"
"Well, um... uh..."
>Spitfire raises an eyebrow, and you can feel your face going scarlet
"Y-yes..."
>"Does he want you?"
"I don't know..."
>"Well, figure out the answer. If he wants you, and you want him, what the big deal?"
"I think there's a little more to it than that..."
>"If you wanna overcomplicate everything, there is. But come on, Twi. Just go with what feels right for a bit. Worst comes to worse, it's just one more headache. Not like you're gonna ruin your life or anything, yeah? Have some fun. You'll regret *not* doing it way more than you'll regret doing it, I can guarantee you that..."
>She finishes off her beer, slouching in her chair in an extremely un-ladylike pose
>Soarin is screaming something at Anon, but you're too drunk to process his nonsense
"You... you're right, I think. I dunno..."
>You take another drink, your throat starting to burn
"I guess I'll talk to him about it later..."
>"That's the idea. But, between you and me... I don't think you need to do much talking. I saw how the two of you were dancing... that guy wants you stuff, Twi."
"You think?"
>"I know. Call it woman's intuition, or whatever the fuck else you want. I know."
"I... um... wow..."
>You heart is pounding fit to burst, and you can feel your body temperature rising
>Does he really want you that bad?
>You had hoped, but...
"That badly?"
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>>25560193
>kekwad
lel
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>>25560293
>story is called traplight
>no one has fucked the trap yet
step up senpai
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>>25560293
>that guy wants you stuff, Twi.
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>>25560296
Was supposed to be c.uckwad, damn wordfilter

>>25560343
>implying I'll give it to you so easily
Anon, some things in life -- such as trap boipussy -- have to be earned

>>25560293
>"If not more. Trust old Auntie Spitfire on this one."
"O-okay..."
>"Besides, how'd he turn you down anyway?"
"Huh?"
>"Looking like that? What guy's gonna say no?"
"I... uh..."
>Is she making fun of you?
"Thanks..."
>"No problem. Hey! Both of you!"
>Anon and Soarin turn around
>"Are you going to do anything besides act like asshole over this old-as-fuck game?"
>"I'm about to win, but Anon keeps picking bullshit songs!"
>"It's not my fault you can't play fast songs for shit! Get good, fuckboy."
>"I'll kill you!"
>And and Soarin engage in an awkward, clumsy, fake fistfight, still with the plastic guitars slung around their necks
>Spitfire just shakes her head
>"I need another beer..."

>Anon collapses into the couch next to you
>Without even thinking, his arm circles around your shoulders, pulling you against him
>And without thinking, you lay your head on his shoulder
>Spitfire winks at you as she returns, holding a fresh six-pack and a bowl of popcorn
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>>25560401
>Anon, some things in life -- such as trap boipussy -- have to be earned
but getting to bone a super autist girl is more easier? that's nice
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>>25560480
Trixie was easier, but that was mostly due to her having less emotional baggage than Twalot. Anon still had to do plenty of romancing, if you remember.

>>25560401
>"So? What do you guys wanna watch?"
"Let's watch Death Note so I can remind Anon how FUCKING WRONG HE IS!"
>Anon bursts out laughing next to you
>"How about we just watch Twilight embarrass herself trying to argue? That's my favorite show."
"Fuck you dude. Like... fuck you..."
>You thump your chin against his shoulder
>"Hey... we could watch..."
>Soarin stands up from the couch, rooting clumsily through his DVD's
>"Plan 9 From Outer Space! Best goddamn movie EVER made."
>"You're so full of shit. That movie is so shit it stops being funny."
>"YOU'RE so shit you stopped being funny!"
>Soarin throws a pill at Anon, and he deflects it into your lap
>You hold it against yourself, curling into a little ball against Anon's side
>He's surprisingly warm, or maybe that's just the booze

>Eventually, Soarin wins out, and he puts in Plan 9
>The movie is... well, you don't really know
>A bunch of stupid shit happens
"What the fuck is even going on?"
>"The alien just... I dunno... he's a vampire or something..."
>"That's Boris Karloff, you asshole!"
>"Great! I don't care!"
>Soarin throws another pillow, and Anon bats it away
>You finish off more of the bourbon, the bottle now almost halfway empty
>Your head is spinning now, Spitfire's words echoing through your thoughts
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>>25560544
>What would Anon do if you jumped him, right now?
>Or even just kissed him?
>You stare at his lips, imagining the taste of them
>You could do it, he probably wouldn't be mad...
>Spitefire doesn't think he'd be mad...
>You could totally do it
>"Twi? You alright?"
"Huh?"
>"You're like, all twitchy and shit..."
"I'm fine, man..."
>Come on, Twi, just do it!
>You try to force yourself to kiss him, but the hollow feeling of fear opens up in your gut, and you sit in your place
>He goes back to watching the movie, which you try to focus on as well, but you find that you no longer can
>You just want to get alone with him somewhere
>If you're alone, you can kiss him, right?

>Finally, after what seems like ages of this dogshit movie, Spitfire and Soarin get up from the couch
>"Hey, like... we're gonna go upstairs, and... you know..."
>Spitfire giggles
>"If you guys wanna -- you know -- too, you can use the couch... just clean up, okay?"
>"Dude... we're not--"
>"Ssshut the fuck up, man... don't be a little bitch about it..."
>Anon just laughs at Soarin, and Spitfire carries him up the stairs
>Before she passes out of view, though, she turns and gives you a quick, not-so-subtle wink
>Anon's oblivious, however, focusing on packing his own things
>"Come on, Twi... let's get back to... your house, I guess..."
"Who's driving?"
>"I don't fucking care... you wanna drive?"
"I guess..."
>You stand up, wobbling a fair bit, and grab your keys
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>>25560575

>You keep the bottle with you as the two of you head back to your car, setting it between you as you start the engine
>"You really should be driving..."
"Fuck you, I'm fine."
>"I mean... alright..."
>You start the car, pulling away from Soarin's driveway

>And then the next couple minutes are a blur

>One moment, you're outside Soarin's house, pulling down his street, and the next you're parked haphazardly in front of your home, a strange dent in your car
>"Wait... why are we at your house? Don't you know... you should take me home?"
"Your car's here, idiot..."
>"Oh..."
>He stretches
>"I don't really wanna drive..."
"That's fine! You should come in! You can spend the night if you want... we'll watch some cartoons, right? Have our own afterparty?"
>"Oh, shit, yeah... yeah, that sounds awesome..."
>Anon grabs ahold of you, and the two of you support each other as you stagger inside

Pausing here for tonight. More coming tomorrow.

It might get a little pure and Christian
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>>25560641
Is it finally happening??
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>>25560641
b-but

what about Trixie
what about Starlight
i was hurting for some trap-on-girl undykeshit
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>>25560686
Just keep reading, man. I promise you won't be disappointed.
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>>25560693
Oh god Starlight! I forgot about her... she's not going to be happy
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>>25560686
>Anon and Twi are going to fill both of Starlight's holes
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>>25511560
twi twi edition, because i was bored i guess

we should be renamed the nightly c.ucking thread
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>>25561176
I really wish they were together in the story
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>>25560997
As long as they fill both holes equally
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>>25561683
Sounds good to me
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>>25560670
HAPPENING-CON 1
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>>25560641
>>One moment, you're outside Soarin's house, pulling down his street, and the next you're parked haphazardly in front of your home, a strange dent in your car
Reminds me of Wolf of Wall Street
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1huYsSOYlVo
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>>25561683
Sounds painful
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>>25560693
>reading a very cute trap love scene
>tfw keep wondering how Starlight would feel about this
what have you done to me Jeff
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>>25560575
>>25560641
>>25560686
>>25563078
You know Trixie does deserve some happiness. That said, the best way for this to end is with a four way between all of them or a threeway between Anon, Twilight, and Trixie. With Starlight watching and joining in.
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>>25563241
The best ending involves a two-way between Anon and Twilight, and Starlight going into politics. Trixie is not involved.
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>>25560641

>He flops onto the couch, squirming out of his tuxedo coat and removing his belt
>"God, this is so is so damn uncomfortable..."
"You're uncomfortable... you little shit..."
>You head into the kitchen to look for something to eat, where you find a note from your mom
//Twi,

Got called into work tonight. Won't be home until afternoon tomorrow. There's money for pizza on my nightstand.

Hope the dance was fun!
//
>Mom's not here?
>You feel that familiar hot, fluttery feeling building in your stomach
>That means you and Anon could...
>There's no Soarin or Spitfire around now either
>You can do it, Twilight
>He wants you, right?
>You just have to reach out and take him...

>Back in the living room, Anon is rooting through your DVD collection
>"Don't you have anything good?"
"Yeah? It's called the internet, you fucking idiot."
>You hook your laptop up to the TV, scrolling through what you've downloaded
>"Hey, wait..."
"Wait for what?"
>"Can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Um... alright?"
>You stagger back over to the couch, sitting down on top of Anon's legs
>He adjusts himself under you, ending up with you sitting on his lap, his arms around you
>"I was thinking, and... uh..."
"Yeah?"
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>>25563749
IT'S HAPPENING
BRACE YOURSELVES
PREPARE FOR IMPACT
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>>25563749
>You can feel his hand making slow, warm little circles on your back
>"About earlier... you were right."
"Huh?"
>"About Lelouche vs. Kira... you were right. Kira would win."
"Oh... Anon, you're..."
>You place your hands on either side of his head, leaning in towards him
"You're so fucking stupid..."
>And then he's kissing you

***

>Your hands circle around Twilight's back, pulling her against you
>Her lips quiver under yours, and you can taste the mixture of nervousness and desire on her tongue as it slips into your mouth
>She breaks the kiss only long enough to catch her breath, then her mouth is back on yours, her hands running over your stomach
>You, meanwhile, rub steadily lower on her back, your right hand creeping slowly lower, lower...
>You hesitate before going below her waist, as if to ask permission
>She gives you single quick kiss, then breaks away just long enough to whisper in your ear
>"I-it's okay..."
>You reach down and grab ahold of her ass, burying your fingers in her soft, plush curves
>Twilight lets out a soft little moan, reaching down to fiddle with the buttons of your shirt
>She's shaking bad now, each of her kisses growing more passionate, more greedy, and more eager
>One hand still on her butt, you use the other to help her unbutton your shirt, shrugging out of it, and together you peel off your undershirt
>She runs a hand across your chest, placing little kisses along your neck
>Your hands find their way to her hips, holding her steady as she kisses the top of your chest, then works her way back to your mouth
>"H-hold on..."
>Clumsily, she rolls off you, and begins to pull her dress up and over her head, but quickly stops
>"W-wait... can you promise me something?"
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>>25563869
"What?"
>"When you see what I look like... don't laugh, okay? If... if you decide you don't want to do this, that's okay, but... don't laugh. Please."
"I'm not gonna laugh."
>"You promise?"
"Cross my fucking heart."
>Twilight nods, and closes her eyes
>She reaches down to the hem of her dress, slowly lifting it up, revealing slender, muscled thighs, and then...
>The dress drops to the floor, and Twilight stands before you in only her panties
>Her hands move as if to cover the bulge in her underwear, but then drop to her sides again, leaving her exposed
>"If... if you don't want to, it's okay..."
"No. No, Twi..."
>You take hold of her hands, pulling her back on top of you
>Her body isn't as soft as Trixie's -- she's surprisingly muscular, in a slender, cardio-build sort of way -- but she conforms perfectly to your shape, her smooth, violet skin like a satin blanket
"You're gorgeous..."
>"But..."
>Before she can protest, you're kissing her again
>She freezes, but only for a moment
>When she resumes kissing, she's like something between an animal and an angel, kissing viciously and greedily as her hands scrabble to undo your pants
>You help her out, peeling your socks off with your toes as she works your slacks down past your ankles, leaving you and her both with only a single garment left
>"Okay... okay..."
>Twilight hooks her thumbs in her panties, sweat beading on her forehead
>You take her hands in yours, and slowly help her slide the underwear down, revealing her secret
>Twilight closes her eyes the moment it's visible, teeth clenched as if anticipating a blow
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>>25563950
I was just about to post that, fucker.
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>>25563927

***

>Oh God, oh God...
>You feel the old shame coming back to you, threatening to grip you in its claws and tear you apart again
>How can Anon even bear looking at you?
>You feel his hands reach up to your thighs, and you prepare for him to push you off
>But he doesn't
>Instead, they slowly slide their way up to your butt, giving you a firm squeeze
>As they pass, the back of his hand ever so slightly brushes your tip, yet he shows no sign of disgust
>Immediately, you feel yourself begin to stiffen
>He... he really doesn't mind...
>He wants you
>You throw yourself back on top of him, mashing your mouth against his, hand reaching down for his boxers
>He's hard as well, and his entire body quivers as you wrap your fingers around his length, gently stroking him

***

>Twilight's touch is beyond gentle, her fingers warm and her grip tight
>You hook your thumbs in the waistband of your boxers, slipping them down, embracing Twilight's naked body against yours
>A tiny voice in your head screams that this is wrong
>You should be disgusted by this, shouldn't you?
>But how can you be disgusted by something so beautiful?
>You kiss Twilight again, rolling over so she's on her back
>Her legs circle around your back, beckoning you

***

>You're seeing stars
>You've been horny before, what teenager hasn't, but this is different
>Every inch of your body seems to crackle with energy, desire coursing through your veins
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>>25564014
>More than anything, you want Anon
>Not just sex, not carnal pleasure
>You want *him*
>You want his acceptance, his love, his desire
>You want all of him inside you
"Wait... hold you..."
>You squirm out from under him, shivering as your secret slides across his body
>"What the fuck... where--"
"Just wait!"
>You sprint into the bathroom, so pent up you can barely walk, chafing with craving
>Pulling open the cosmetics drawer, you scramble through the various bottles until you find the vaseline, clutching it against your belly as you sprint back into the room
>You throw it to Anon, knowing he'll make the connection
>"Holy shit... are you sure?"
"Yes..."
>You tackle him back onto the couch, kissing every inch of his face you can reach
"I want this so bad, please..."
>You worm your way back under him, spreading your legs
"Come on, Anon, please... please..."
>"Alright... but tell me if anything doesn't feel right, okay?"
"Yeah... yeah, totally... oh my God..."
>He places a hand against your thigh as he cracks the vaseline jar open, and static shoots through your body
>You need this
>He smears the lube across his length, positioning himself between your buttocks
>As soon as he touches you, your heartrate rockets up to an almost-painful frequency, and you can feel your mismatched genitals throbbing
"Please..."
>And, carefully, slowly, he slides himself inside of you
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>>25564089

***

>The voice in your head is screaming now, but you block it out
>You don't care if this is gay, you need it
>You need her...
>Twilight groans as you shove into her, her entire body shuddering
"Oh G-God... more..."
>You pull out and shove into her again, paster this time
>Twilight arches her back, her eyes rolling back in her head
"Y-yes... yes, holy shit... yes..."
>You grip her hips as an anchor, a bead of sweat dripping into your eyes
>Twilight's erection is throbbing in now, a dribble of clear liquid oozing from its tip
"Fuck... me..."
>She grips your hands in hers, squirming in ecstasy as you pound deeper into her
>The voice in your head is deafening now, to the point where you can't ignore it
>But you're so close...
>You want to do this properly, you want to make Twilight happy...
>The voice overpowers your thoughts, not with a shout, but with a single, whispered word
>"Trixie..."

***

>There are no words to describe this
>It hurts, as you expected it would, but there's so much more to this than pain
>Validation, acceptance, love, pleasure, triumph...
>You could never explain it
>You feel so good it's almost terrifying, like you're afraid your heart is going to rupture from the sheer brilliance of it all
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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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>>25564152
>You open your mouth to try and tell Anonymous how much you love him, how amazing this is, but all that comes out is a single, guttural shout
>Throwing your head back, you prepare to climax, your entire body seizing in pleasure
>And then, suddenly, he's no longer inside you
>Your body seems to deflate in disappointment
"A-Anon..."
>"I can't..."
>He turns away from you, hiding himself
"What? You c-can't what?"
>You grab ahold of him, trying to kiss him, but he pushes you away
>"This isn't right... I can't do this to Trixie..."
"Trixie? But... but..."
>You try again to kiss him, or at the very least to get him to hold you again, but his body is closed off from yours now
>"It's not right... I promised her I'd wait..."
"But she's okay with this, remember? She said you could be with other girls... come on, please... I need this so bad..."
>"I'm sorry, Twi... I can't. I can't do this to her."
"Why not!?"
>Suddenly, all of the pent-up desire, all the repressed feelings, come spilling out of you
"You were doing just fine a minute ago! What changed?"
>"I... I got ahead of myself. This isn't right."
"Not right? Are you fucking crazy? It's just one night! It's just--"
>"Exactly. Twi, I'm sorry... you're worth more than one night. I shouldn't have started this, I'm so sorry..."
"You're sorry!? Sorry!? What about me!? Is... is this... you're throwing me away!"
>"I'm not! I just don't want to cheat on Trixie!"
"You're not cheating! She's gone! She said she was oaky with it, and now she's gone! Come on, Anon, please!"
>You throw yourself against him again, but he pushes you away
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>>25564278
"You... you..."
>You cross your legs, covering the fault that lies between them
"It's because of me, isn't it..."
>"It's not, Twi."
"Don't lie to me! If I were like the other girls, you wouldn't have stopped!"
>"That's not true!"
"It is! You act like you're better, but... but you're just like all the rest of them! You just wanted me for a cheap lay, is that it? Is that all this was? But... but you didn't really want me..."
>Unable to properly cover yourself, you turn away from Anon
"You never wanted me at all..."
>"I did, Twi, I really--"
"Stop calling me that!"
>"Alright... I did want you, really, but... I can't. I made Trixie a promise."
"Right... right... Trixie. It's all about Trixie. What I want doesn't matter. I get it."
>You hide your face in the couch cushions, trying not to cry
>And you clearly don't try hard enough, judging by the wet spots forming under your face
>"I'm sorry, Twilight. I really am. Anything I can do to make up for it, I--"
"Go."
>"Huh?"
"Just go. You don't want me, fine. Leave."
>Anon sighs, somberly dressing himself
>The next words are too quiet for him to hear, but it doesn't matter
"I wouldn't want me either..."

>You stay like that long after he's left
>Strangely, you find you're unable to cry more than a little
>Still naked, you run up to your room, and grab the bottle of whiskey, taking a long, hollow drink
>To add to your shame, your body still aches with desire, bordering now on lust
>You need something... anything...
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>>25564318
jeff wtf
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>>25564318

>Twenty minutes later, you're knocking on Starlight's apartment door, dressed only in pajama pants and a ratty t-shirt
>The whiskey bottle is still clutched in your hand, significantly more empty than when you first fished it out from under your bed
>Starlight opens the door, looking almost as disheveled as you, dressed in only her bathrobe
>Her eyes go wide when she sees you
>"T-Twilight? What are you doing here? Oh God, is everything okay?"
"Starlight... please..."
>You fall forward, and Starlight catches you in her arms, stumbling backwards in surprise
"Make me feel something... anything... please..."
>"Twilight... I'm not sure what you mean..."
"Please... you're the only one who... who can always make me feel better, please... make me stop feeling this..."
>"Twilight... I don't understand."
>Starlight supports you as you hobble into her apartment
>It looks, impossible, even worse than the last time you saw it
>The place is covered in food trash now as well as books, and huge stacks of crumpled paper seem to litter everything
>She kicks a pile of junk off her couch, sitting down with you
"You know what to do, Starlight, please... you always know what to do..."
>"I really don't get what you're saying, Twilight... are you okay?"
"What do you think?"
>You raise the bottle to your lips, ready for another swig, but Starlight takes it from you
>"I think you need to calm down and explain what happened..."
"No... I c-can't... please, Starlight, just make me feel better... you always do, I know you can..."
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>>25564416
When anon didnt want to do it anymore I thought it was over
it has only started
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>>25564416
>"R-right! Just sit there and, um... I'll get you something to eat, does that sound good?"
"Sure..."
>Starlight takes the whiskey bottle with her, setting it in the cupboard as she grabs a package of grapes from the fridge, carrying them over to you along with some slices of cheese
>It occurs to you that cheese isn't vegan, but you don't give a shit
>You nibble on one of the little orange cubes while Starlight strokes your hair
>"You sure you don't want to tell me what happened?"
>You shake your head
"It's stupid... I just... Starlight?"
>"Yes, Twilight?"
"Do you... am I disgusting?"
>"Disgusting? What kind of a question is that? Twilight..."
>Starlight cups your cheek, forcing you to look up at her
>"You're a treasure. A priceless, unique, beautiful individual. Haven't I told you that before?"
>She scoots closer to you, cradling your face
"You have..."
>Starlight's fingers are soft and cool, and you feel yourself calming down just from her touch
>"Do you not believe me?"
"I dunno..."
>You try to look away, but Starlight's piercing gaze holds you face
>There's something magnetic about her, pulling your body closer to hers
>She smells like shampoo and soap
>"What can I do to make you believe me?"
"I think... maybe you could..."
>You don't even need to complete the sentence
>Because Starlight is already kissing you
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>>25564752
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>>25564752
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>>25564752
This is how I imagined it
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>>25564872

Keep it up Jeff, shit's great as usual
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