Moondancer thread

>>25805608
that's a cutie spagootie

>>25805839
hnnnnng

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>Finally finish paper for final
>Look at clock
>1:10

>>25806074
Forgot to trip fag
I'll see what I can shit out right now

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>Moondancers eyes start to moisten as her lip quivers.
>Her arms slowly loosen their grip around you as she takes a step back, arms falling down to her side.
>It was obvious to you that she was choking back tears, her face making the struggle apparent.
>Her emotions were enough to confirm how she felt.
>And that you made the wrong choice.
>"Ye-yea...we're...friends..."
>What have you done.
>Your one chance to confess everything that you have felt for her since the moment you met her.
>Gone.
>Now she thinks that you don't see her more than a good friend.
>You're not sure what makes you feel worse.
>The fact that you couldn't just man up and tell her after all this time
>Or the fact that you just beta-rejected her.
>The emotions come rushing to you in an instant.
>But you choke them back, trying to save what little dignity you have left.
>You don't want to cry in front of Moondancer.
>But you've got to say something.
>The girl who's consumed your dreams, both day and night, stood there. Fighting back tears.
>Because you just had to be an italian chef at that moment.
>You force your mind to come up with something to say.
>But you draw nothing.
>Your entire mind and body feels numb.
>After standing in silence for another half a minute, you finally speak up.
"We should get going..."
>You slowly make your way out towards the outside door.
>"I'll...just...walk home..."
>Every word that she spoke made you feel like a heavier and heavier weight was pressed onto your chest.
>She didn't even want to be around you.
>But you couldn't live with yourself just leaving her like this after that.
"Mooni-"
>"Moondancer."
>You detected a small amount of venom in that response.
>It just made how you felt worse.
"Moondancer...It's getting dark. Your parents would be absolutely furious if you walked out in the dark."
>She remained in her place, eyes still cast towards the ground.
>Moondancer relents to your position, walks past you and out the door.

>>25806132
>She walks in a brusque manner right past you, not even making eye contact.
>Pushing the door open, she doesn't even wait for you before the door slams shut.
>You stand in place for what seems like an eternity before the door reopens and Moondancer pokes her head in.
>"If you're not by your car by the time I'm there I'm walking home."
>It's taking all you have not to fall to the ground and cry.
>You look towards Moondancer, hoping that she is able to she the pain in your eyes.
>Either Moondancer doesn't notice, or she doesn't want to care.
>You nod as make your way towards the exit.
>Moondancer holds the door open for just enough time for you to walk out.
>The weather at the moment strongly contrasted what you had seen when the two of you arrived.
>Grey clouds lined the sky, choking out whatever light from the sunset remained.
>You felt the early signs of a shower dot across your face.
>She slams the door shut and turns back to make her way to the sidewalk.
>You watch as she walks towards the alley.
>She's never been mad at you in total seriousness before.
>The most mad she's ever been was when you tried to spoil the new Star Trek movie for her.
>She didn't talk to you throughout the entire day.
>But she forgave you at the end of the day.
>A peaches & cream ice cream can go a long way.
>But it would take more than confectionery treats for Moondancer to forgive you.
>But you had to do or say something.
>You couldn't stand being the reason she was miserable.
>You start racking your brain for possible things to say.
>"Unlock the door."
>You faze back into reality to realize that you had already walked all the way from the store to your car.
>You never even felt yourself moving.
>Moondancer was staring at you impatiently, finger tapping the hood.
>You awkwardly fish your keys out unlock your car.
>You both take your seats as you turn your car on.
>The radio automatically turns on as your car sputters to life.
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Uw8mIcQJn8

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>>25805608
>>25805839
posting a picture because I have nothing else related.

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I re-shelved your books for you 'nonny

>>25807087

I got more spagoots

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>>25809321
Show 'em!

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>>25806132
>>25806296
fucking anons a dumbass

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Sorry I haven't posted all day. Again. Ive bee. Driving home for most of the day. Expect something tonight

>>25812258
Ok

>>25807087
thanks

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Sharing this from the drawthread for you spagootfaces.

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>>25814782
This too because you can never have enough nerd horse, especially during the holidays.

>>25806296
>Moondancer stared at the radio for several minutes with an expression devoid of any obvious emotion.
>She grimaces slightly as the lyrics come in, and she forcefully hits the power button.
>The car starts to fill with An overbearing silence.
>The only sound that seems to exist is the rain as it slowly increases in intensity.
>By the time you pass by the school, the weather had worsened significantly.
>The harsh winds had torn the prom banner off one of its poles, now flailing violently in the wind.
>Moondancer remains as still and silent as a statue, eyes cast down towards the floor.
>You feel as though there's nothing you can say to her.
>If you tried to tell her that you panicked in the moment she probably wouldn't believe you.
>It would seem way too "improbable" and "ridiculous" to be true.
>But with each passing second, you neared her house, and with it, your last chance at winning her over.
>She would be gone, forever from your grasp.
>Your "friendship" would fade into nothing more than just a passing smile if your eyes met.
>And when it became too tedious to maintain even that facade, she would fade from your life.
>Each thought made your mind race faster and faster in a frantic search for something to say.
>You felt yourself break out into a cold sweat with the mental stress you were putting yourself through.
>"Turn here."
>You're snapped back to your driving and realize that you're on her street.
>You were already out of time.
>Your thoughts became more frenzied, as you desperately find the words to say to Moondancer.
>You can't take it anymore.
>It's now or never. And never is not an option.
>You scream out the first sentence that you are able to form coherently.
>But what comes out of your mouth surprises even you.
"WILL YOU GO TO THE PROM WITH ME."

>>25815937
smooth

Yes! We survived the night

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>>25815937
Fuck it we doing this live!

Bump for the spagoots

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Looks like chubby moonie is catching up

http://strawpoll.me/6295045

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She's a cutie

>>25805608
So is Jargon kill?

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moon isn't my waifu but she is cute

>>25818804
no

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>>25817736
Chubby Moonie is best Moonie

>>25820102
As it should be

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Do you think she'd wear anything underneath her sweater - like a shirt or t-shirt, or just her underwear?

>>25820704
She probably wears clothes underneath until she has no clean clothes left.

It has been discovered!

http://pastebin.com/teDvFDMb

>>25821070
So then she either wears her dirty underwear or sullies her outer clothes with her bits?

Tender.

>>25821423
How about some Moondancer Massage?

http://pastebin.com/vi2swx0N

>>25821468
Pretty good

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NEET bump

>>25822732
>Moondancer is secretly a robot who posts on r9k when no one is looking

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Ha Shimmerfags get BTFO:

http://www.equestriadaily.com/2015/12/season-5-character-battle-comes-to.html

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Bump before bed, keep the thread alive moonfags

>>25818804
only on the inside, anon

>>25822806
dang

>>25822948
alright

I think Moondancer is ugly

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>>25825154

>>25815937
>That certainly caught Moondancer's attention.
>She bolted upright, her head snapping to face you.
>Your eyes remain fixed to the road, lips tightly pursed in anxiety.
>You did it.
>You confessed how you felt to her.
>Kind of.
>You guess.
>'Why did I even think of the prom?'
>The prom never even crossed your mind since you saw-
>The banner!
>Seeing the banner once more probably threw the thought in with the rest of your panicked jumble of a mind.
>Asking Moondancer to the prom was a little indirect to show your feelings for her.
>Guys went with girls as friends all the time.
>You think.
>But if those 90's movies and animes are any gauge of the real world, the prom would be the perfect way to win Moondancer over.
>At the end of the night, she would realize you loved her all along, wrap her arms around your shoulders, and kiss you.
>The thought made warm under your collar, but you throw it into the back of your mind, and wait for her to respond.
>She stares at you with wide eyes and mouth agape for several more seconds.
>Finally, her face returns to its previous emotionless expression before she finally speaks.
>"Pull over."
>What?
"What?"
>"Pull. Over"
>You're taken slightly aback at her unusual request, but you oblige.
>She must want to wrap her arms around you.
>You could already see her, wrapped tightly around you, tears of joy streaming from her face, shouting in over eager happiness.
>'YES!YES! I WILL!'
>She's hiding her emotions quite well.
>Strange, since girls usually burst out into happiness right after the guy asked.
>She must want to keep you in anticipation.
>'Playing a little mysterious are we, Moonie?' You muse to yourself.
>You suppress a smile while you look for an empty spot near the sidewalk.
>Finding one, you settle into it and turn your car off.
>'Maybe she wants to give me a kiss' you eagerly think.
>You turn to face her, ready for her joyous acceptance.
>*SLAP*

>>25822806
How does this possibly relate to Shimmerfags? Yes, it demonstrates that Glimmer is favored out of the options, of which Shimmer is not present. If you want Shimmer fags to get BTFO how about a poll that shows some actual data for people preferring Glimmer over Shimmer?

The data are skewed and irrelevant to your point.

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>>25826750

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>>25826750
Moondancer is going to kick the shit out of us and then go and sleep with Brad

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>>25826750
You can still do this anon! We believe in you!

>Moondancer thread
>no diapers
I'm confused

>>25827366
I think mlpg has just what you're looking for you know, since your fetish is literally shit.

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>>25805608
>You are Moondancer.
>You are currently rushing out of the enchanted comics shop clutching the latest ant-stallion comic in your magic against your chest.
>Breathing heavily you look side to side in unfounded paranoia that one of them might know what you are planing to do with it.
>After years of solitude reading nothing but science and magic books you've developed very odd fetishes.
>Finally, you're going to fulfill one of them today with the help of this comic book.
>Once inside the comic you will be turned into a stallion and you will have shrinking powers.
>With these powers you'll finally be able perform one of your life long dreams, to cum inside helium.
>The most perfect and sexy of all atoms.
>Unlike that slut, oxygen.
>The simplicity and elegance in its nobility turned you on in ways no stallion ever could.
>Shuddering visibly just thinking about it you manage to stop yourself before you begin to leak your mare juice in public.
>Looking side to side to make sure no pony noticed and, luckily, no pony did notice.
>Stealing your mind against other wandering lewd thoughts of fucking helium you walk at a brisk pace back to your house.
>A massive smile creeping over you face as you go.

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>>25826750
Welp GG Anon
let's get some cake

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Still Alive

Time for insomnia induced writing
>>25826750
>Your vision turns blurry for a moment as you're greeted with a sharp flash of pain on your cheek.
>The force of Moondancer's hand was enough to make your head whip to the left.
>You sit there, absolutely stunned silent, as the rain continued its assault on the outside of your car.
>'Did she just....slap me?' was all your mind could muster.
>You gingerly place your hand on your cheek and feel the tender skin where her hand made contact.
>She slapped you.
>"How...dare...you"
>Her tone of voice was not one of joy.
>Far from it.
>You turn back to face her, hand still on your cheek.
>The tears flowing from her eyes were not ones of joy.
>Moondancer's face was a mixture of pain and anger, her hands clenched tightly on her lap.
>You stare at each other for several silent seconds, until you garner up to courage to speak again.
"Moonie, I-"
>*SLAP*
>The second slap made contact with The other side of your face, this time more forceful.
>"HOW. DARE.YOU"
>This was not how expected it to go.
>You turn back to face her once more.
"Moondancer what the hell? What did I do wrong?"
>She looks at you incredulously, almost with disgust.
>"What did you do wrong? How about reject my feelings for you, and then offer some sick sort of consolation prize?!? Does that sound like what's wrong to you?!?"
>'What?!!? She thinks I feel bad for her?'
"No!! Moondancer, listen that's not wha-"
>"Do you know..how long...how long I've been waiting to tell you how I felt? DO YOU?!?!?"
>No...
Moondancer cast her eyes down, tears falling freely onto your car.
>"Everyday...every single day I would think about you..."
>No...
>"You're the only one I've ever met that's made me feel this way. The *sniff* others don't even see me as a girl...they just...see me as one of them."
>She shuts her eyes tight as she runs a sleeve across her face.
>"But you...you made *sniff* made me feel different...you made me feel...wanted."

Does anyone have Handsome Jecks pastebin for his Moondancer story?

>>25829275
See
>>25821423

>>25828932
God damnit anon

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>>25828932

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>A woman alone in her house hears the sounds of crying, like that of her long lost child.
>It's dark, and no one else is around.
>It's coming from outside, out in the fields.
>But that's impossible..
>She goes to the door.
>The sound of crying gets louder.
>She opens the door and goes out into the fields.
>Suddenly a tall pale emaciated creature, eyes sunken in appears as if from nowhere and attacks her.
>It bites into her as she screams.
>Shes ripped apart by it.

>Moondancer is grabbing you holding you close in the dark room.
>"Oohh, Anon this is soo scary! Why did you insist on watching this horror movie?"
"Oh come on, everyone needs a little thrill sometimes."
>Sounds of the woman screaming continue.
>Shes clinging onto you burying her face into your shirt trying not to look at the t.v..
>Shes shaking.
"Are you scared?"
>She looks up at you, her cheeks puff up a little.
>"T-thats not fair Anon.."
>She buries her face back into your shirt.
"Come on, what are you so afraid of, it's just a movie."
>"B-but what about the skinwalkers? There could be one right outside right now.."
"Moondancer there's no such thing as skinwalkers."
>"D-do you promise, promise they aren't real!"
"I think you're overreacting cause it's a little dark and we're all alone out in this cabin."
>"I'm starting to regret coming out to my parents winter cabin for the weekend with you."
"What are you talking about, this cabin is awesome."

>>25830039
>Suddenly sounds of crying.
>"Moondancer screams as she clings to you with a petrified look.
>You pause the movie to investigate.
>Surely, it's nothing right?
>It's coming from the kitchen..
>You stand up.
>Moondancer gets up clinging to you.
>"Anon, come on, we need to leave!"
"Come on, there's no way it's a skinwalker. Skinwalkers aren't real Moondancer.."
>"B-but.."
>You slowly approach the kitchen.
>Suddenly something jumps out at you.
>No time to react!
>Moondancer screams.

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>>25830049
>It's, Rainbow Dash.
"Fucking hell.."
>"Hahaha! You should've seeen the looks on your faces! Priceless!"
>"T-that wasn't funny Rainbow Dash!"
>"You're right, it was was hysterical! Hahaha!"
"Oh ha ha, laugh it up."
>"It's your fault for watching scary movies in the dark. So what are you two lovebirds up to?"
"Just watching some scary movies, did you get bored at the lodge and decide to come check on us?"
>"Yeeah pretty much, me and the gang heard you two were coming down to this little cabin at the same time we all were planning our big ski trip."
"Neat."
>"You should have at least made your presence known, instead of sneaking in like a creep and scaring us!"
>"Reelax, I was gonna knock but the door was unlocked, so I made my way in, turns out you guys were watching some pretty creepy stuff, and I figured, well what better time to pull a prank?"
"Wait, the door was unlocked?"
>"Yeah, totally. You know you guys should probably lock it. Ya know, in case the 'skinwalkers' are real."
>Rainbow Dash says teasingly.
"Rainbow Dash theres no such thing as a skinwalker, it's just some made up movie stuff."
>"Riiiight, well you still aughta lock your door."
>"Next time you'd better knock or else!"
>"Yeah yeah whatever, anyhow I guess I'll give you two some alone time, I'm sure you wanna get back to making out or whatever, laters!"

>>25830073
>And just like that she leaves.
"Well, that was-"
>"Rude, seriously, where does she get off coming into our place anyhow?"
>Theres some aggression in her tone.
"Come on Moondancer, it was just a prank."
>Moondancer balls her fists followed by a 'hmph' and folding her arms.
"I know what'll make you feel better, how about I make you some homemade Pizza?"
>"You can do that?"
"Yep, and.. If you want, after that I can massage your feet, I know they must be sore from the hike up here."
>Moondancers face goes beet red.
>"T-thats ok, j-just the p-pizza is fine!"
>She's fidgeting around with her hands.
"You can set up the Wii U too if you want."
>"A-alright, you can handle the Pizza right? I'm not very good at cooking.."
"Leave it to me, turn on some lights too so you don't get scared.."
>"I-i wasn't, that scared.."
>Her voice trailing off at the end as she goes off into the other room.

>>25830086
>You make the pizza dough and prepare all the toppings.
>You roll out the dough, pour the sauce on it.
>Sprinkle cheese over it adding the toppings.
>You pop it in.
>You set the timer going in the other room.
>All the lights are on and Moondancer is playing Splatoon.
>Her eyes intently focused as she plays.
>You plop down next to her.
>This cabin is really nice, it's got a fireplace, Wi-fi, 4 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a basement, a second floor, it's well furnished too.
>Moondancers parents are apparently pretty loaded.
>You hadn't thought much of coming up here this weekend with her.
>But, you're realizing now Moondancer is quite the catch.
>You've been seeing her for 3 months now.
>You've only done some minor cuddling/hand holding and some kissing.
>She seems hesitant about physical affection.
>But this weekend is perfect.
>Alone in a cabin just the two of you.
>There's no better time to try and push the relationship a little farther, and take things to the next level.
>You've got this in the bag now.
>After all, with a setup like this, what could possibly go wrong?

>>25830039
>>25830049
>>25830073
>>25830086
>>25830098
Welcome writefriend!

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>>25830098
>what could possibly go wrong

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qhGilSRT7yU

>>25830098
>Pizza is done.
>Moondancer is taking her first bite of it.
>"Mmm, oh wow, this is good."
"Is it? Thank you."
>She takes another bite.
>"Mmm, yes, very."
"Oh, that's good. That's very good."
>You wrap your arm around her.
>Shes giving you a weird look as she's masticating.
>You get a whiff of her hair.
>"W-what are you doing, are you, smelling me?"
>You smell down along her neck where the turtleneck has kept her neck warm.
>The stench of her sweater suggests she hasn't bathed herself for a day or two.
>It's driving you crazy.
"H-hey Moondancer, you're a virgin right?"
>"W-what, come on, Anon, y-you can't! It's.."
"Just us.. No one has to know what happens in this cabin if it's just you and me.."
>Moondancer looks at you.
>"Y-you, really want to, tonight?"
"It's driving me crazy Moonie, I can't contain myself.."
>"I-its ok, I'm not mad or anything, I was just.. I don't know if I'm ready yet.."
>You've got a boner raging the size of a small skyscraper right now..
>Somehow you've got to come back down from this..
>You bite your lip backing off of her.
>This is going to blueballs like a motherfucker.
>"I'm sorry Anon, I know you were probably hoping that, well, stuff would happen but.. I don't know if I'm ready.."
>She's looking at you with concern.
>"You're not mad are you?"
"No, I guess I can't be mad.. I just, thought after all this time, maybe we could try to, you know, speed things up a bit."
>"You.. Really want to huh?"
"Y-yeah.."
>She puts her hands on her sweater pulling it off over her head.
>Shes wearing a white tanktop and black bra underneath.
>You bite your lip again resisting the urge to pounce on her like a wild animal.

>>25830561
>Moondancer touches your hand.
>"It's ok if we make out a little, I just.. Don't want to go all the way.."
>You slide your hand through her hair.
>You mouth into her mouth.
>The greasy taste of pizza and her unbrushed teeth.
>It's less than ideal.
>But you're so horny that even this will suffice.
>You slide your hand along her leg.
>You move your head down licking along her neck, tasting a bit of the sweat collecting there.
>She makes a slight moan as you do.
>"A-anon.."
"I want you so bad Moonie.."
>You grab her hugging her and holding her close.
>She kisses you tongues collide.
>She puts her hands on your shoulders.
>She starts blowing into your mouth and wildly mouthing into you.
>She pulls off and starts sucking on your lip.
"Uh, what are you doing?"
>"I-i'm sorry, I've never done this kinda thing before.. I just.. I wasn't prepared.. And like, I really want to make you happy, but.. You know when you asked if I was a virgin? Well, I.. Kinda am.."
"You uh, don't say?"
>"I-i'm sorry, It's like, I just don't want to disappoint you."
>You rub your hand against her cheek.
"Hey, it's ok, I promise you won't disappoint me.. I love you ok?"
>"R-really?"
"Yeah."
>You grab her hands.
>You're holding each others hands leaning up against one another.
>"I, feel like I love you too Anon.. D-did you um.. Still want to.."
"Nah, it can wait.. I, I'm sorry I went a little crazy."
>Moondancer is putting a bit of an extra squeeze into her hug.
>"Its ok Anon, I know it must be frustrating.."
"Don't worry about it, as long as I'm with you, I don't care how long it takes."
>Moondancer smiles warmly.
>She nuzzles into you.
>You hold her tenderly in your arms as you hold each others hands and cuddle.
>The snow and wind in full swing outside.
>But in here it's as warm as a summers day snuggled close to Moondancer.

>>25830579
>you hold each others hands
l-lewd

>>25830579
End? Or is there more?

>>25828932
>New tears come to replace the ones she had wiped away.
>Her gaze is still fixed downward.
>Almost like she can't stand the sight of you.
"Moondancer..."
>"Everyday... I see people...together...at school *sniff* and...it makes me feel...jealous and...empty..."
>She turns to face the outside window, watching the rain collect on the glass.
>It must also be raining inside your car.
>You could feel moistness trickle down your cheeks, falling onto your lap.
>She continues, her voice starting to waver more.
>"I thought...if I had *sniff* someone in my life...I could be happy for once...and not just mask the pain of loneliness in books and card games..."
>Her eyes trace the path a rain drop makes as it slowly crawls down the window.
>"Everyone I asked *sniff* told me that I wasn't...I wasn't their type...one guy even...laughed at me..."
>Her words were being cut out by more quiet sobs and gasps.
>"You weren't like...the other guys, Anon. You weren't...intimated by how smart I was, and it made me feel like I had finally found the one to make me...make me...happy.."
>You have.
>"I'd been gathering up...the-the courage to ask yo-you all mo-month"
>You instinctively reach your hand out and gently rest it on her shoulder.
>She tenses up at your touch.
"Moondancer, please listen to me. I-"
>"NO!!"
>She turns back to face you, slapping your hand away violently.
>Her face contorted back into one of blistering anger.
>"I THOUGHT YOU WERE DIFFERENT! I THOUGHT YOU-YOU LIKED ME!"
>She sinks back into her chair, a defeated look appearing on her face.
>"I...I wanted you to like me..."
"Moondancer I do like you!
>Too little, too late.
>She shakes her head, flicking tears in every direction.
>"Don't give me that 'friend' nonsense again, I don't want to hear it!"

>>25831498
this is getting painful

>>25831498
>>25831754
At this rate anon is going to have to stand outside Moondancer's window with a boombox over his head, blasting "In Your Eyes" or the Power Rangers theme knowing how spergy our protagonists are just to get her to speak to him again

>>25831498
Just kiss the girl

>>25831498
Poor Moonie

pastebin update when?

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Bump before bedtime

>>25831874
Updated just for you, anon
>>25831754
Sorry, I know my writing is bad

>>25832611
I'm a different anon. Your writing is fine. Watching Anon fail is what's painful. It's also very entertaining.

>>25832611
no ur writing is good, the subject matter is painful

>>25832077
kiss her

>>25831498
>Her hand grasps the door handle as she unclamps her seatbelt
"Moondancer what ar-"
>"I'm getting out. I can walk the rest of the way."
"Moondancer it's pouring out there. Just...please...listen to me..."
>She if notes your pleas as pushes the door open as she slings her bag over her shoulder.
>She glares at you as she starts to step out.
>"I don't care. I don't want to see you anymore today."
>She steps out fully into the rain as she looks away.
>"I don't know if I even want to see you...anymore..."
>Anymore...
>'Never...see Moondancer again'
>Everything seemed to fade around you.
>The best friend you ever had.
>And the only girl you have ever wanted.
>Gone...
>'NO!!'
>Desperation broke down what little dignity you had attempted to keep.
"MOONDANCER NO PLEASE STAY, PLEEASE LISTEN TO MEE..."
>You're pretty sure she was still there.
>You could hardly see through the tears welling up in your eyes.
"MOONIE, PLEASE I-"
>"Goodbye, Anon."
>*SLAM*
>...
>...
"...love...you..."

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Based Spagoots

>>25805608
>spagoots

This image has been stuck in my head all day.

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>>25835519
Glad I'm not the only one.

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>>25835330
ANON GET THE FUCK OUTTA YO CAR AND GET YO MOONPIE BACK SHE IS GETTING WET AND NOT IN THE FUN WAY YOU BETA FAGGOT!!!!!

Loving your story btw.

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>>25835330

I'm heading to bed.
I'll post more tomorrow.

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I'll actually bump with some green ideas I had for my story before deciding on this one
>Moondancer is actually Anons stalker, befriending him to get easy access to that hot monkey dick.
>She has a shrine to him with a bunch of stuff from Anon
>She rationalizes this as normal
Or
>Yandere thingy where Moondancer scares the shit out of all the girls that Anon interacts with
I'll leave that and you guys can pick those up if you can
>tfw just want to write a good story for people to enjoy

>>25837489
You're doing God's work anon

>>25835519
>>25835624
You can't stop the spagoots

>>25837650

I HOPE SHE MADe LOTSA SPAGOOTS

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>>25835330
>situation critical

I wanna touch her lumpy pasty ass

>>25835330
Anon is going to end up doing something retarded to win back her heart isn't he

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lewd bump

>>25839001

>>25839198

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>"Anon, pay attention! You wanted me to hell you with your calculus. What are you even staring at anyway?"

>>25840069
You aren't wearing any pants, Moonie.

>>25840419
She's wearing stockings

>>25840433
What kind?

>>25840462
Not fishnets, something silky and classy

probably festive at this time of year as well

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>>25840419
>"Why would I? I wear skirts!"

>>25840963

>>25805608
bump

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>>25835330
GOD DAMN IT ANON! JUST RUN OUT OF THE CAR AND KISS THE GIRL. Don't make the same mistake I did.

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>"Anon...I notice you keep looking at Moondancer...but...she would never like you...she's to absorbed in her books. But I on the other hand, I would love you.
>Please tell me you love me

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>>25843106
Sorry, I can't, you're just not her

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>>25843228
>"Bu-but she n-never pays attention to you l-like I do! I know everything about you! Yo-your favorite bands and foods and everything! Puh-please give me a chance...."

>>25843291
I'm sure these guys will appreciate you more.
>>25804491

>>25843106
Solution: Have Twilight and Moondancer scissor each other and Anon sticks his dick between them. Sperg threesome is best threesome.

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>tfw get better grade in a class than I thought
Let's celebrate with depression!
Posting from phone edition
>>25835330
>...
>The wind howls as its icy fury blasts against your exposed legs
>Rain continues to belt you, drenching your hair to the point that your ponytail is losing its figure.
>You feel like you are getting soaked to the bone.
>But you take no notice of how drenched you were getting.
>You could contract pnuenomia from this storm, and it couldn't compare to the pain you felt.
>You wanted to just curl up and lie there in the rain, sobbing and cursing yourself for getting to close to...
>...to Anon...
>Damn his easy going nature.
>Damn that soft smile he has.
>Damn every single part that made you fall in love with him.
>You grit your teeth to suppress the angry sobs that were forcing their way back up your throat.
>You'd promised yourself after the way Flash laughed at you that you would never let yourself fall for someone ever again.
>But soon after that, Anon came into your life.
>When you first saw him in the library, you started to get that same feeling you had with Flash.
>That aching desire in your heart.
>That desire for someone to make you feel special.
>You had immediately suppressed that feeling, and tried to cut yourself even further away from Anon.
>But somehow, he weaseled his way into your life, like some sith lord.
>You clench your fists tightly.
>You allowed yourself to become vulnerable.
>And what did you get?
>Rejection? Heartbreak? Self-Hatred?
>You feel the tears on your face flowing freely as the mix with the rain that pelts your skin.
>This was the last time.
>Every time you've opened yourself up you've just been hurt.
>Friends, crushes, everyone has hurt you.
>It just shows how far being friendly gets you in life
>You feel your left foot become submerged in a large puddle that you unknowingly walked into.
>You stare at the puddle and your foot, cursing your shortsightedness once more.

>>25805608
bump

>>25844031
God damn it my heart is hurting, happy end bump.

>>25844031
>You jerk your foot out of the puddle and continue your trek through the storm.
>The cold rain is only further amplified by the chill of the rain.
>You wrap your arms around you in a feeble attempt to keep what little body warmth remains in you.
>After several seconds, you decide to look behind you to see if Anon was still there.
>Sure enough, his car was still parked where you had left him.
>You couldn't make out anything on the inside.
>The rain had blurred whatever you could see through the the tinted windshield.
>That and the rain had also obscured the vision from your glasses.
>You removed your glasses and attempted to wipe them down with your sopping wet skirt.
>The moistness that had collected in your garments served only to smear the water on your glasses, changing nothing.
>You eventually just surrender to blurry vision, sighing angrily as you put your glasses into their place and turn back towards the sidewalk.
>He could stay there, for all you cared. He would eventually leave though.
>'Anon would freeze to death if he stayed.', you think.
>Your shoulders slump as you look down.
>'Anon, all alone, shivering in his car...miserable...'
>The thought made very guilty feeling creep up inside of you.
>You look back once more.
>His car remained there, like some sort of solemn testament to Anons emotional state.
>The car seemed to be staring at you, silently asking for you to come back.
>But the rain coupled with the emotional drain of the last half hour had drained you of your patience.
>You furrow your brow and face back once more to the sidewalk.
>You were near home anyway.
>Just a couple more yards.
>You cover that distance in a minute, never looking back to Anon once.
>'He can stay, you don't care. You don't care at all. You don't care about him at all. Not anymore.'
>You bite your lip in frustration.
>'I don't care about him anymore. I don't care about Anon anymore.'

>>25844685
You want a happy ending?
We'll see how much self hatred I'm feeling towards the end

>>25844910
Please don't continue the cycle.

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>>25844921

>>25844969
Happy bump

>>25844969
moar soon?

>>25844897
>Your mental drilling fills your mind with perceived indifference for Anon.
>'I don't care about Anon anymore. I don't love Anon anymore. I don't want to love him anymore.'
>You squeeze your eyes tightly and continue.
>'I DONT CARE ABOUT ANON ANYMORE, I DONT LOVE ANON ANYMORE, I DONT NEED HIM ANYMORE'
>But in the back of your mind, a tiny thought struggles to remains.
>'You do.'
>The response is just a whisper in your storm of thoughts, but it still exists.
>'You do.'
>The whisper gets louder.
>'You do.'
>You bring your hands to your head, trying to force the thought back to where it came.
>'He hurt me, I don't want to love him!'
>'You do'
>The whisper turns into your own voice, more spoken, more frequent.
>'You do, You do, You do'
>It swirls around your mind like the wind that threatens to blow you over as you finally reach your doorstep.
>Your hands are grasping your hair, nearly pulling out strands.
>'I'LL NEVER TRY TO LOVE HIM AGAIN!'
>The thought consumes all of your mind, as if you were yelling in your own ear.
>Two words, powerful enough to bring you to your knees.
>'YOU WILL'
>The overwhelming barrage makes you snap, unable to bottle up your emotions anymore.
>"NO!"

>>25845382
Go back be happy Mooni

Bump for moar

>Listening to Windhand
>>25845382
>...
>Nothing responds.
>Your mind feels like an empty void.
>You sit at your doorstep, breathing heavily.
>The shiver that travels through your entire body reminds you that you are still in the rain.
>You feebly reach for your doorknob, pulling yourself up as you pull down on the handle.
>Supporting yourself on the doorframe, you push yourself against the door, and enter the warm embrace of your house.
>But are greeted by another cold presence.
>"Moondancer?!? Is that you?"
>You sigh impatiently.
>Your mom must have heard you come in.
>"Moon E. Dancer get into the living room this instant!"
>Your eye twitches at your full name.
>You hated when she said it.
>Another sigh escapes your lips as you kick off your shoes and trudge into the living room.
>Your mother was standing in front of the couch, arms crossed over her chest.
>"Your father and I have been worried sick abo-MOONDANCER WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?!?!"
>Mom throws her hands up in panic, eyes wide in shock as she takes in the sight of sorry state.
>Still shivering, you look down and mumble your response.
"...I got caught in the rain..."
>Your mom just stands there in complete shock for several more seconds.
>And proceeds to go into her usual tirade."
>"Moondanceryourfatherandihavebeenworriedsickaboutyouwhywealmostcalledthepoliceand-"
>You remain standing in place, still shivering, and tuning out her audio barrage.
>Too exhausted to argue or yell, you wait for your mother to finish.
>"-andjustyouwaittillyourfathergetshomehesbeenouttherelookingforyouabsolutelydevastatedand Are you even listening, Moondancer?"
>Your mind takes a minute to register the question directed towards you.
>You just raise your head up slightly, avoiding eye contact.
"...May I go take a shower..."
>You're stricken by another shiver coursing through your body, almost as if your body agrees.
>Your mom just stands there, an incredulous look appearing on her face.

>Warcrab
>25847187
>She finally responds with a loud sigh of resignation, massaging the bridge of her nose with her fingers.
>"Fine. Go take your shower..."
>You slowly turn away and head over to the stairs.
>The stairs seem higher than usual.
>Each foot you lift takes a strenuous amount of effort, so you use the railing for for a great deal of support.
>"But as soon as you're done, you are marching straight back down her to finish this conversation."
>'I hardly call the exchanges we have, conversations.' You think to yourself.
>You just mumble your acknowledgement as you reach the top of the stairs.
>Your bag falls down to the floor with an audible 'squelch'
>Good thing your bag is insulated.
>You took good care of your books. You needed to
>After all, it's all you're ever going to have.
>You push your way into the bathroom, smiling meekly at the welcome sight of the shower.
>You nudge the door to the bathroom shut, making sure to lock it.
>Now that your proverbial meditation chamber was secure, you begin to strip.

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>>25847376

>>25847376
>The condition of your clothes coupled with your exhaustion makes it more difficult to pull off of your body.
>But you finally manage to pull everything off and pile in the corner with a wet *slap*
>The noise makes you freeze in place.
>And remind you of how you struck Anon.
"...Anon..."
>No.
>No more.
>You shake your head of the sentiment, and walk to towards the shower.
>As you do so, you freeze once agin, but at the sight of yourself in the mirror.
>You turn to face it, and take in the sight of your body.
>'Is it because I look gross?'
>You sigh as you run your hands up and down your body.
>The fact that you ate a lot of snacks while reading was fairly obvious.
>You had developed a small roll of chubbiness underneath your stomach.
>The softness of your lower body was accentuated by the slightly wider hips that you gained from your unnatural eating habits.
>'Cooking always takes too long, takes time away from reading' you would always say.
>Comforted in your rationalization of your laziness, you felt almost guilt free as you munched on chips.
>But not entirely, as each shower was a painful reminder of how out of shape and pathetic you were.
>You didn't even have large breasts to compliment your slight gain in girth.
>You didn't have large areola, either.
>Just tiny pricks on tipped your small bust.
>Your body was a misshapen cacophony of failure.
>You sigh as you recall Anon for the nth time.
>He was more serious about fitness than the rest of the people in the group at the library.
>His shirts actually hugged his body rather than looking like they were threatening to swallow him whole or like he could rip it at any second.
>Maybe that's why he rejected you.
"I'm not...good enough for him...
>You feel your lip quiver in anger.
>You storm into the shower, closing the glass door behind you.
>You start the shower, turning the knob to full heat.
>The shower head creaks and groans before releasing a stream of lukewarm water.

>>25847742
Alright I'm clocking out.
Start fresh in the morning

>>25847786
thanks man

>>25847786
Godspeed you magnificent bastard

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>>25847742
>wider hips
Yeeeeessssss

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>>25847742
>No more.

>>25805839
Jarg a qt pa2t

>>25847786
may the force be with you

>>25849427
More like a qt spagooti

>>25849427
?kcuf eht tahW

>>25849865
Kylo Ren kills Dumbledore

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>>25850098

>>25805608
>>25805839
I need more spagoots in my life.

>>25830098
Is writefag dead?

>>25850496
no i think that was the end

>>25850520
Pity, we could do with some more green

I would, but my writing leaves a lot to be desired

>>25847742
Come on Anon move it to Moondancer, get the happy prom ending, you can do it!

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>>25850611
Go for it, my man

>>25850901
Probably not a good idea - my writing would end up more in the style of:

>Moondancer then got out of the car, anon yelled after her
"I like how you get out of the car now - so pretty"

>>25850849
Get our waifu happy.

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>>25850948
>Get our waifu happy.

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>>25850921
My advice?
>Read other greens.
>Take notes on their style, how they describe things,etc
>plan story ahead
>mlp isn't college, no need to write like you're in academia, so don't stress too much about fanciness

>>25850984
Good advice, now I just have to find the time

>>25805608
Bump

>>25805608
bump

>>25847742
atick the shower hose up your butt

Bamp

Lewd related greentext from another thread:

>>25851881
>>25852203
>>25852660
>>25852692

>>25853011
Try and drag them in here

Goodnight bump

>>25805608
bump for happy ending

>>25805608
bump

>>25805608
bump

>>25853061

What if they were already here, lurking....waiting for the right prompt to take form...

>>25853011

>your name is Moondancer
>and you can't feel your hindquarters
>well, you can but it's all happy-tingly and you might move if the house is on fire
>but only a little
>there's these big arms around you
>and something damp against your tail
>actually feels rather nice
>and this isn't your bed
>normally, you'd want nothing more than to flee anything social and go curl up in your nice safe hovel
>perhaps with something trashy
>heat always leaves you too flustered to read something worth reading anyway
>but not tonight
>there's a nice breeze sneaking in through the curtains
>and you're totally not feeling that tail-lifting itch anymore
>or any of the other usual itches, either
>you've never been this dirty or felt this clean at the same time
>...that might change if you don't find the bathroom
>wiggle out of the giant monkey arms
>get sleepy flank-grabbed
>Anon's bathroom is -huge-
>you almost drop the towel you're holding against your backside in shock
>luckily, the important part has a double seat
>what went in, must go out
>how did so much go in?
>ooh, wet wipes
>aside from the wobble-walk, your first post-coital experience mess has been averted
>thinking about that....
>well, it's worth some more wobble
>suddenly, you feel the anxiety hit you
>this is a strange house
>with a human
>and he probably thinks your his special somepony
>you almost climb out the window
>but it's a long drop to the ground
>better to sneak out the front door before he wakes up
>and so you're halfway past the kitchen table when you see all the papers covering it
>bills
>fines for half a dozen minor social offenses
>damages due for accidental breakages
>I guess being a big guy in a pony-sized world isn't easy
>there's a checkbook
>...aside from the bits you just paid Anon, there's not much else in there
>he's in trouble
>but he's so good!
>*thump* He's behind you, isn't he?

Sorry folks I was a bit busy today
Let's see what I can push out of my mind

>>25856658

>think fast
>ZIP goes the icebox door
>ZOOM goes the cake
>SLICE goes the knife
>CLATTER CLATTER
>"Did....did you want some dessert?"
"It's three in the morning, Moondancer."
>"Um...I guess that means this is breakfast?"
---

>You are Anon
>It is three in the morning
>Clearly, this means it is Cake O Clock
>here, at the kitchen table
>with the mare you were hired by to take her V-card
>a job well done, you might add
>but she looks nervous behind her concealing mask of chocolate icing
"Um, Anon? What do you do when you aren't doing me?"
>Call it stupid-o-clock too
>she's blushing like a furnace
>"Well, whatever odd jobs ponies actually feel like giving to a "hooman" they're scared shitless of."
>"Which isn't much, or often."
>heck, you got that job pulling weeds around where you met Moondancer because the maint ponies thought it smelled too funny
>you can't be choosy
>having everything made special for you in a ponysize world isn't cheap
>you didn't know it smelled so "funny" because there was a reclusive grungymare in heat
>heck, you just thought it was old mare smell or some shit
>getting 800 bits (less expenses) for something out of a bad clopfic?
>manna from heaven
>especially since you usually were the one paying Bunny Bubbles out on the corner for the ol' cuddle slap and tickle
>hey, a frustrated Anon has his needs
>and you made sure Bunny got hers met too
>she gave you a 10-bit-10-minute discount for each time she didn't fake an orgasm
>30 bit discounts happened often
>you were motivated, after all
>that extra half hour of cuddles was better medicine sometimes than the wingjobs
>especially since you seemed cursed to knock shit over or crash into somepony important enough to demand compensation
>it's not like you can find decent weed in Equestria
>but thank Jeebus ponies actually are for sexual

>>25856875
I await the good feels

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>>25856916
Boy are you in for a ride then

>>25856972
Please be gentle

>>25856907

>you are Moondancer
>and you're having a heart-to-heart with Anon
>you think
>he's mumbling something about tripping over ponies
>and something about weed
>around mouthfuls of cake
>it's mostly comprehensible
>I mean, it's really good cock
>I MEAN CAKE
"...and yeah. I mostly make do."
>"But...why?"
"Because ponies are scared of humans."
>"How could anyone be scared?"
>did you just say that, Miss Used To Hide In Your House?
>I mean, Minuette and the girls get you outside once in a while, but you're always a stay-at-home
>especially when you're in heat
>like they are, it's that time in the summer
>Lemon Drops is probably in total grumpy mode right now
>And Minuette is probably bouncing off the walls
>while you're sharing cake with-
>Luna's plentiful plot, with the best cooler in Canterlot and nopony knows it but you
>that little itch just twitched upside your plot
>"Mr. Anon, a pony once told me friendships are the most important thing a pony could have."
>"I'm your friend. And I know just the ponies that would love a human like you."
>After they get the Anon Treatment, that is!

>>25857207

>you are Anon
>And this nerdy little unicorn is meticulously planning on pimping you out
>Apparently, Moondancer likes reading law books when she's in heat
>It's the equivalent of thinking about your naked grandmother when you popped an ill-timed boner
>and she's writing on the back of a past due bill with chocolate icing and a stray feather from Bunny that must have gotten left behind
>Celestia's kicked the sun up for dawn
>she's still scribbling
"OK. Sign here."
>a bit of fudge drips off the end of the feather floating in front of your nose
>along with what appears to be the first contract you've ever seen written with pasty filling
>...damn, she's good at this
>rates, reference bonuses, commissions
>it's the kind of thing there has to be an OCD alicorn of Checklists to bless
>Moondancer finds you jobs
>she gets ten percent + a small commission for each successful referral you get paid for
>no jobs, no pay
>and you get to say no to any job you don't like
>what's a reclusive bookhorse going to do, work you to death getting her neighbors to let you clean their gutters for six bits each?
>you sign the slightly smeary bottom line
>this way, fewer ponies fainting when you knock on the door and ask if they want anything done

>>25847742
>The water feels relaxing and warm as it falls onto your clammy skin.
>Though you still wrap your arms around your exposed body, shivering uncontrollably.
>You quickly realize you had forgotten to take your glasses off.
>You quickly open the shower door so as to keep whatever heat that is collecting in the shower stay there, and place your glasses on the counter.
>By the time you close the door, the water had finally reached that temperature you so desperately needed.
>You step into the spray and feel the boiling water slowly wash away the chill that had set underneath your skin.
>You lift your head, eyes closed, as you let out a prolonged groan of ecstasy, as you stand as still as a weeping angel.
>...
>'...Anon...'
"Seven hells..."
>Like a spoiler for a movie, the thought of Anon sticks to your mind.
>The image of his gorgeous face forms in your mind.
>It fills your body with conflicting emotions.
>Inconsolable anger in your mind.
>And an aching desire in your chest.
>As well as a...particular...area.
>You feel your knees start to shake and collapse.
>His voice materializes from nowhere,mswirling in your mind.
>"Moondancer..."
>Your body starts to shiver once more, but not from your low body temperature.
"Anon...I..."
>You shut your eyes tighter, but Anons face is burned into your mind.
>You can't help but imagine him standing next to you, holding you in his muscular arms.
>The thought of his bare skin pressed against yours causes you to emit a low moan.
>Your hand listlessly trails down the curvatures of your shameful body, a desperate attempt to emulate the feeling of Anon touching you.

>>25857434
Yay, hope you have happy times.

>>25857379

>you are Moondancer, on your way home in the early morning
>EEEEEEEEE!
>he signed the contract!
>it's a sweet contract
>not just because you used fudge to write it
>you're Anon's agent now
>it's summer
>and Lemon Drops is coming over for lunch
>normally, you'd kinda be scared
>now, you're excited
>Canterlot is hell for a horny mare
>Guards are no-touchy-allowed and the armor has anti-seduction enchantments built in
>the stallion population is small
>and rich mares like Fluer De Lis shrink the pool even further by contracting stallions like Fancy Pants
>a pony is lucky for a minute-long poke from a bored, stinky stallion
>Anon boned you like a stallion god
>nonchalantly
>you'd be dropping hay around him with no excuse to come back
>except ~you're his agent now~
>and that gives you all the excuses you need until you make your stallion-to-be famous, rich, and utterly grateful
>if you can get the nerve up to ask Anon Superstallion again for...all that
>your tail flips a neat figure-eight just thinking about it
>first, Lemon Drops
>"Hiiiiii, Lemon Drops!"
"Grlglhumph growf..."
>For someone working for the Princess, she's really not all that sunny right now.
>Lunch is leftover cake
>it's cookies that are a sometimes food
>then you say the magic words
>"Dropsy? ~I know a cooler~"
"No wonder I want to pull out your tail."
>Wow, she is REALLY puckering about not getting any!
>"...for two hundred bits for a half hour."
>...her face is so frozen in shock you could call her Lemon Sherbert instead
"T-t--that's not even seven bits a minute! "
>"AND he throws in a post-cuddle afterwards for free."
"You?"
>*happy horse noises and mane tossings*
"Him?"
>*whinnying noises intensifying*
"Me?"
>"He's an exotic cooler."
"Tomorrow night?"
>"I can see if he'll write you in."
"Oh please please please please PLEASE get him to write me in! What is he? A thestral? I hear they're got...endurance..."
>Somepony's been ogling the Night Court again.
>"It'll be a surprise!"

>>25857580
Oh this is great

>>25857580

>you are Anon
>And there's a nerdy pony at your door hopping up and down
"Anon! Anon! I found you a job!"
>here comes the gutter cleaning
"Two hundred bits!"
>wait, what?
"Her name's Lemon Drops and she works at the castle and she TOTALLY wants you to do her!"
>Wait, WHAT?
>"Do....what?"
"To do her! Like you did me! Only she's not a virgin. I don't think, anyway."
>"...you know I can say no."
>If they're anything like Moondancer, you're not that desperate for pone or bits right now
>She's giving you eyes behind those taped-up glasses
>Oh shit, she's gonna start crying
>"...yes."
"YES!"
>"...but I can still say no."
"THATSGREATSHELLBEOVERATSIX"
>Apparently, sex changes a mare
>Better clean up the kitchen.
>And maybe buy a cake. Something citrusy.
>...there's a smoke trail heading for Moondancer's house
>too bad, you were going to invite her to go bakery shopping

---

>you are Moondancer
>and you just dropped a hay bale's worth of spagoots convincing Anon
>but it's happening
>Lemon Hearts co-worker is gonna go visit Anon
>the magics will happen
>and your Anon will be one-hundred eight-four bits richer
>and he'll have years and years studding it up
>all thanks to you
>...they can have his dick, but you've had his cake
>and he buys books
>and likes spas
>you didn't even know you liked spas till Anon
>and he'll be SO grateful
>and then you'll ask him to be your special somepony and live happily ever after
>if this works out, you are gonna have SUCH a story to tell Lemon Hearts over the weekend
>it can't go wrong!

>>25857732
>try to get the guy you like to fuck as many other girls as possible
>>it can't go wrong!

this is what's great about moondancer

>>25857732

>you are Anon
>and you are incredibly fucking nervous
>there's a lemon vanilla pound cake on the table
>two dishes
>one spoon
>but you can get another one if it gets awkward
>and you've got a supposedly horny mare due to visit in under 5 minutes
>no pressure
>well, except not fapping today
>Moondancer said:
"Well, I won't make you nervous by hanging around all day!"
>you'd have taken friendship with cuddle benefits
>she IS kinda cute even when she's dropping pasta
>mares are weirder things to understand than even human women
>the door!
>Given the color, it has to be Lemon Drops
>definitely that yellow on an earth pony
>that sour expression on her older face, definitely a previous generation to Moonie's
>a mane that's going in almost as many directions as Moondancer's does
>...smells sorta like Pledge
>Her eyes go up...and up...and up...
>"Welcome! Would you like some...cake?"
>You tap the spoon against a plate

---

>you are Lemon Drops
>and you're not getting any younger
>which doesn't help much in competing for a stallion's attention
>why do you when there's younger mares clamoring for a heat break
>and the ones that will break the bank before they break the heat
>...but there's this stallion
>he's offering you cake
>you like...pound cake
>he pulls you up a chair
>he gets himself a spoonful of cake
>...it's in your mouth
>you're getting spoon fed cake by this "Anon" fellow
>Celestia knows, the next best thing to a good rutting is good cake
>Celestia does eat a lot of cake
>you're going through a generous slice
>and he's running his...hoof? Paw?
>~Hand~ through your mane
>cake and petting and sugar in my lemonade he's massaging my ears with that "hand"
*blissful horse noises*

>>25858208

>you are Anon
>and apparently the cake is a hit
>or the petting
>time for a two-hit combo
>the cake hand comes up
>but there is no spoon
>*boop*
>Lemon Drops' eyes cross as they try and focus on your boop strike and deal with the fingers teasing her ears, all at once
>the jaw drops open as the lights flicker upstairs
>pone.exe has crashed. Adore, Hnnngh, Cuddle?
"Mmmm...mmmmm...Moondancer! Moondancer said you were a really good cooler! Ha, hahaha! Hahhhhhhhnnnmmmm..."
>you get her jaw mostly back in place by rubbing your fingers under her chin
>"Yeah, I'm pretty cool."
>Smooth line, Anon.
"I'm....really feeling hot tonight, Mister Anon. Could you...help a mare out?"
>there's a bag of bits on the table
>and that smell is getting stronger

---

>you are Lemon Drops
>and it's barely five minutes in and your deodorant is melting clean off your dock
>you're going to start wafting desperate mare all over the apartment in no time
>"Give me a moment. I need to freshen up, it's a long trot from the palace! Ha!"
>you dash into the bathroom
>everything is very...er...proportioned
>you wonder if his equipment matches the equipment in here
>what if he's some overendowed alien that'll split you in two with his monster dick?
>the deodorant gets washed off your tail
>the cold water helps get your head back under control
>you'll head back out there and let that stallion know who's boss in this arrangement
>out the door and-
>there he is
>on the bed
>nothing on as Faust intended a pony to live
>a stalk of grass in his mouth
"I've got this grass stuck in my teeth. Could you...help me get it out?"
>you were a champion jumper in your youth
>you clear the bed in a single mighty leap
>you get that grass out from between his teeth
>with your mouth
>and your tongue
>he's nuzzling you like a pro
>and you feel like the day after your cutie mark when that cute colt got his nose under your tail
>those hands are everywhere
>and cake doesn't even come close

>>25857434
>...And immediately snap it back up.
"No! I don't want Anon anymore! I...I don't care for him! I...I don't l-lo...don't lo..."
>Your mind continues to falter in its previously stalwart attempt to push Anon out of your mind
>'I...I can't...I can't...'
>Tears began streaking down your face once more, mixing with the shower water that fell upon your face
>You feel your knees weaken further, as your legs start to buckle.
>You continue to imagine Anon pressed against you, as you mentally trace every curve of his body.
>His gentle hands tracing the figure of your spine, sending the shivers back to your body in full force.
>You try to force yourself to think of something, anything else.
>But you still feel Anons warmth.
"A-anon...no...I...I do-don't..."
>You trail off as you imagine him leaning his head down right in front of your ear.
>"I love you, Moondancer..."
>You gasp as you fall to your knees, your face buried deep in your hands as you sob uncontrollably.
>You repeat his name amidst sobs and gasps that escape from your throat.
>"Please...tell me you love me..."
>Anon had done so much more for you. So much more than other guys had.
>Even though the desire you felt for him was similar to your past crushes, you felt something deep down.
>That feeling went far beyond some inane high school puppy love.
>"Tell me you love me."
>Everything he did made it so obvious that he wanted you.
"Anon...I...I...lo-...I love..."
>He was everything to you.
>You couldn't take your blatant denial any longer.
>Crawling over to the corner of the shower, you curl up with your arms around your legs, and continue to sob into your knees.
>You need him. You want him.
>And deep within you, you felt it.
>That he needed you to.
"I love you,...Anon..."

END OF CHAPTER 1

>>25858441
Ow, you punch my heart.

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>>25858441
This story is hitting me hard

>>25858366

>you are Anon
>and Lemon Drops has gone from sour to sweet
>likely because you have the earth pony sitting on your face
>and she's creaming
>it's sorta foamy as you lick her
>lemon meringue pony pie
>Equestria definitely believes in encouraging oral sex
>she's hanging onto the headboard for dear life
>you're being horse-ridden
>ten minutes later and your palate is cleansed but you're covered in yellow streaks from nose to chin
>she looks down upon you like Moses upon the Promised Land
>her back end slides with nary a hitch to grind against your hips
"Anon? Cake me. I mean, take me!"
>you take yourself firmly in hand and do just that
>she ruts herself silly, surprisingly muscular legs bouncing her up and down on top of your member, the sea of purple drops undulating in the play of muscles
>20 minutes or so in, the bouncing starts to slow
>it's not that rough on you, she's maybe 90 pounds soaking wet
>she's definitely soaking wet right now
>and before she melts down completely, you give her what she came for
>hands, playing with the tuft of chest hair as you let her weakening muscles slowly milk your spunk into her marebox
>Lemon Drops goes boneless as she's boned
>and you're left holding her up as the eyes roll back into her skull and there's nothing but sated mare
>a puddle forms around your balls
>shower definitely in order
>Lemon Drops refuses to let your dick go, however
>this doesn't stop you from picking her impaled self up, leaving a sticky trail into the bathroom and starting the water up
>showering with a sleeping pony riding your dick is a new sensation too
>but the warm water is enough to finally relax her wide enough to free your semi-stiffie
>you sit in the shower with Drops wet pony on wet human
>as you fall asleep with her head on your shoulder, there's a glow on the shower and the water turns off
>a towel floats off the rack and tousels your hair
>and dries you off
>and then you float up with your pony still attached
>WTF, Moondancer?

>>25858562

>you are Moondancer
>and Anon is everything you knew he could be
>you can hear Dropsy getting everything your Anon has to offer
>He's showing off that long-lasting dick trick of his and she's done for
>into the shower they go
>you make sure the water is just right
>finally, her hungry marevag unclamps
>he's stuck with her in the shower
>this does not do for Anon
>you towel him off
>then you lift them both into bed so he can get some cuddle time in, as promised
>funny look he gave you floating by
>clearly, nobody loved Anon like you do

---

>you are Anon
>and your after-sexing has an assistant
>back to bed without touching the floor
>earth pony blanket sprawled over your chest
>she even fluffed the pillows
>you half expected to find a mint
>but you'll take sleepy pone lover cuddles
>maybe Moondancer will want to pile on?
>...she's gone?
>no, that laughter means she was going
>Girl takes this helping job way too seriously
>you'll talk to her...hrmph....sygnzzz
>when you and Lemon Drops wake up in the morning

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>>25858441
Anon delivers my heart is wounded

Spagoots?

>>25858833
Dub dubs confirm spagoots

>>25859017

But what are spagoots?

>>25859169
>he can't speak autism

What are you even doing here?

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>>25859191

I have problems.

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>>25859212
Yeah... yeah.

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>>25859169
>2015 - not knowing what Spagoots are
>ISHYGDDT

>>25859762
you're god damn right

>>25840069
Delicious flat chest is what I'm staring it, Moondancer

>>25858642
>awkward moondancer
I wonder how this will end

go on

>>25858441
thought she would kill herself with a razor blade
I'm glad I was wrong
looking forward to chapter 2

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>>25850098

>>25860120
You know, I thought about that, but I've already written a story with suicide in it, so I thought I'd go some other way for now

I think Moondancer is a pretty cool pony, she calls Twiggy out on her bullshit and doesn't afraid of anything

>>25860600
please don't put it on Moonie.

bumping for moonie

>>25861769

>>25858642

>your name is Lemon Drops
>and it's sometime in the morning
>and you're being hugged like a filly's favorite plushy
>and his hand is wet
>you've been licking it in your sleep
>humans have salty skin
>looks funny, tastes great
>...tarts and treacle, it's almost NOT MORNING
>YOU'RE LATE TO WORK
>LEMON HEARTS IS GOING TO HANG YOU FROM THE CHANDELIER
>THERE'S A BANQUET IN TWO HOURS
>you roll out from Anon's grip
>roll back in to smooch him on the cheek
>gallop out the door
>dash back in to toss another bag of bits on the table next to the cake
>gallop out of the apartment building
>you feel ten years younger and ready to take on the world
>or maybe the world speed record to the castle
>leaving a trail of upended ponies, you might just break it
>behind you, you vaguely catch Moondancer waving goodbye
>she is so invited for tea tomorrow
>OH BUCK CABBAGE CART
"MY CABBAGES!"
>*BANG*
>...you'll pay for that later. Onwards!

---

>you are Anon
>you are waking up to the sound of galloping hooves
>...your hand is covered in pony slobber
>...your cheek is wet
>...you've definitely had worse mornings
>...oh, and Moondancer is at the foot of your bed and smiling at you
>...she has pancakes
>...this earns her an audience

---

>you are Moondancer
>and last night went fantastic!
>you only had to stay up all night to make sure nothing went wrong or maybe if Anon needed a glass of water or something
>well, that and you like watching him sleep
>you made pancakes
>Anon is pleased
>you want to bounce around the room
>that may be the large amount of coffee talking
"Moonie, I was very surprised last night. I mean, in the middle of THAT?"
>"It had to be perfect! I mean, you're perfect. And nobody appreciated you. But I do! And I know what it's like when nobody appreciates you and there's nobody to be your friend and just-"
>Twilight Sparkle never showing up at your party
>you're kinda really sleepy all of the sudden
>Maybe another bucket of coff-*wobblethud*

>>25862118
Go on

Engage bump

Do not go gentle into that good night

>>25805608

I HOPE SHE MADE LOTSA SPAGOOTS

>>25862118

>you are Anon
>there is a Moondancer on your floor
>she is ded
>...OK, she's just out cold
>but still, dead to the world
>why is it Moonie goes and does something weird every time you want to go shopping, anyway?
>you gather the snoring little unicorn up and plunk her down in the somewhat grimy sheets
>she gets a corner of them in her mouth and starts chewing on it in her sleep
>well, better that than the pillows
>one of which she's hugging suggestively
>that's it
>you're going out before something inappropriate happens to your bed
>leave a note
>"Moonie: Gone shopping, be back for lunch, try not to eat my sheets ~ Anon"
>note to self: Buy more 4X (for pony) sized sheets for bed
>At least it's easy to find decent pillows
"Mmm, Anon...sooooo soft..."
>We're done here.
>Exit, Stage Front Door
ZZNNNNNNNNNKKKKONK....

Author heading outta work for Christmas shopping. But no sheets.

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>>25858441
Come in Write fag Come in! we need you!

>>25805608
bump

CHAPTER 2 FAGGOTS LETS GO
ALCOHOL AND DEPRESSION EDITION
>>25858441
>...
>You're forced awake by the monotonous beeping of your phones alarm.
>The jarring sound does nothing to alleviate the pounding in your head.
>Or the pain in your heart.
>You force yourself to roll over to the edge of your bed, and slowly sit up.
>The beeping had grown even more annoying, wearing down on your already miniscule composure.
>You reach out to your phone, and push on the screen, disabling the alarm.
>You let out a prolonged sigh as you throw your phone behind you, and place your head in your hands.
>Judging by the aching in your eyes and the fact that you still had yesterday's clothes on, you probably didn't get much sleep.
>Why would you? You didn't deserve it.
>Your one chance at happiness. With the one you loved. Gone.
>Out of your muddled and sleep depraved mind, you manage to form one coherent thought.
>'Moondancer...'
>You don't recall much of what happened after she left your car.
>You'd driven back home in complete silence, ate dinner in complete silence.
>You were used to being alone. Your parents usually worked late.
>But last night felt especially lonely.
>For once, you'd taken notice of the usual quietness of your house, and it thoroughly unsettled you.
>For the first time in a while, you felt truly alone.
>The last time you felt anything similar was before you met Moondancer.
>She knew your parents worked late, so she'd come over and keep you company.
>Yet even more opportunities you could have confessed your feelings.
>But you didn't.
>And the guilt of it ate at you from the inside.
>You bang your fists against your forehead, trying to beat out the stupidity of your past choices.
>But your memories remain burned into your mind.
>Especially the memory of last night.
>You place your hand on your cheek, feeling the skin that Moondancer had slapped.
>That memory would probably forever remain.

>>25866154
Fight on! For the happy times!

>>25866222
Checked.

The trips demand that you pull yourself together and get that girl!

Apologies, animated Grinch came on. Favorite of mine

>>25867189
Fair enough.

>Listening to The Sword
>>25866154
>You resign from your self-deprecation. And slowly push yourself to stand up.
>'Shower' you groggily remind yourself.
>You pick up your phone and the speaker that sat on your nightstand.
>You turn towards the bathroom and shuffle down towards your bathroom.
>The state you're in left you with little energy to walk, much less stand.
>Bracing yourself against the wall with your shoulder was the most you could manage to aid you in your quest.
>You finally reach the bathroom, and shove the door open with your shoulder.
>Fortunately, your parents and brother each had their own respective bathrooms.
>Your own personal safe space
>You slam the door behind you and immediately begin to disrobe.
>Normally this process would involve about a minute of self appreciation over your physical appearance.
>Followed by a minute of loathing over that same physical appearance.
>You would also even be stoked over the fact it was a Friday.
>But your mind made no space for such concepts at the moment.
>You did look in the mirror, however. But you were slightly taken aback by what you saw.
>What you saw was not Anon, but a shell.
>Your eyes were sunken with bags forming, once more reminding you of your lack of sleep.
>Both your cheeks had a subtle shade of purple forming underneath the skin.
>Moondancer was surprisingly strong, but she didn't show it.
>You finish undressing, hook your phone to your speaker, and turn back towards the shower.
>https://youtu.be/DcHKOC64KnE
>You step over the lip of the tub, only to lose your balance as you fall forward
>You use your right arm to catch yourself against the wall, as you come face to face with your reflection once more in the bathtub faucet.
>You sit there for a moment staring into your stunted reflection, collecting your breath and waiting for your heart rate to return to normal.
>'...That might have actually killed me...'

>>25867570
That's it. Fight, fight, fight!

>>25867570
>You place your other hand against the wall and push back up.
"Maybe that would have been better..."
>Your stunned by the words that leave your mouth, but wholly surprised.
>In fact, you don't find yourself disagreeing with the idea.
>You remain in place for another moment, contemplating what you were actually thinking.
>You just thought about killing yourself.
>The notion sent a chill through your entire body.
>You shake the mentality out of your head and fully step into the shower, closing the curtain.
>You reach down to turn on what was previously your near death experience.
>The faucet sputters before it spews the freezing cold water onto your feet.
>You pay no mind, cold dint usually bother you too much.
>You watch as the torrent of water collects at the bottom, only to slip below the drain.
>Just like your chances with Moondancer.
>Once the water finally reaches an agreeable temperature, you close the faucet, and wait for the showerhead to start pouring.
>You weren't prepared for the initial blast of ice cold water, however.
>You jerk back slightly at the biting sting of the freezing cold water.
>But fortunately the water settles to the warmer temperature, and you shy back into the stream.
>https://youtu.be/emrYGyBfFGM
>You run your hands through your dampening hair, trailing it down your neck.
>You heave a heavy sigh as you recall last nights events once more.
>After Moondancer had left, you sat there in a dazed stupor, watching her slip from your grasp with every step she took.
>You notice her look back several times, but she never made an effort to come back.
>Your heart sank even lower when she entered her house and shut the door.
>You watched her front door through blurry, tear-streaked eyes for what seemed liked at least an hour.
>Hoping for her to come back out. Hoping she would come back to you.
>But your hopes were as empty as you felt.
>The door never opened. She never came back
>And the rain never let up.

>>25868112
>You stand there in silence as you let the water beat over you, like a thousand tiny whips cracking across your body.
>The shower is one the few things you're actually feeling, as the heat of the water forces your muscles to wake up further.
>Your brain still lags behind, however, as you continue to remain still, eyes half-lidded.
>At least the fast pace of your music was aiding in your attempt to achieve mental cognitive ability.
>You take a deep breath and set about cleaning yourself.
>https://youtu.be/NcbAibPA2yY
>'entry level Metallica' you muse to yourself.
>But when the lyrics fade in, you stop.
>The sadness in the song burrows deeper than it normally does.
>Emotions come welling back into, like a fresh wound that's been torn open.
>You feel your lip start to quiver.
>You stand in place, absorbing the song, guitar and all.
>It feels like you're about to cry again, but you don't have the energy to fight it back.
>You don't care anymore. There's no reason to not hide how you feel.
>Nothing else matters.
>You collapse into the tub, head hanging limply from your shoulders, as you try to let your tears come freely.
>But nothing comes. Not even a single drop. At least your pretty sure.
>The constant downpour of the steaming water makes it rather difficult to discern.
>Still doesn't matter, you can't find yourself caring.
>'The mirror really must be the gateway to the soul' you think to yourself.
>Because you truly felt like what you saw.
>An empty husk. A shadow.
>Nothing.

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And I will call it a night and leave you guys with that
Have a merry Christmas

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>>25868776
you too buddy

>>25868776
This story hurts me, but I need more of it
hope you have a merry christmas

>>25868776
Man, way to be a holiday downer.
I totally like it.

Also, your taste in music is very interesting.

Merry Christmas.

2 good storys
this is a good thread

Merry Christmas Eve Moony Thread! May your Spagoots be ever hot and nummy.

Song related
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ex8NBCuwcdA

>>25870440
kek

>>25869001
I usually go heavier than the stuff that I linked.

Also I don't think they're will be an update today. At most expect one thing. Sorry folks

>>25871257
>Also I don't think they're will be an update today. At most expect one thing. Sorry folks

That's fine dude, write at whatever pace you want, we'll still be here.

>>25864299
>>25868731

I like this thread

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>>25871730
It is a pretty comfy thread

>>25864299

>you are Moondancer
>and it's mid-afternoon
>and you're crashed hard on Anon's bed
>deep in your fried brain, Anon is petting you...down there
>you rub against his magical hand
>it's so soft
>you're hugging his chest for dear life, drinking in that alien-yet-stallion scent for all it's worth
>Yes, yes....YE-
>you're in Anon's room
>on his bed
>alone
>and you've humped one of his pillows to shreds
>there's Pegasus down stuck to your marebits
>a dakimakura, it was not
>but ...idea!
>there's that pile of ruined sheets
>you'll take care of those
>have a few pillowcases made
>cuddle pillow plans: made
>see the note
>lunch with Anon?
>lunch FOR Anon.
>what's in the pantry
>noodles, spaghetti, ramen...a stallion after your "quick, boil it and eat it" heart
>ramen it is
>get the sheet stash out to your place
>come back with a few eggs from the icebox back home, cause Anon's kitchen is pasta-products onry right now
>fry em up with your horn and a mostly clean pan
>boil some water
>dump it out cause it looks funny
>boil some more
>doesn't look too funny, clean enough
>ramen
>fried egg on top
>just in time, he's downstairs with some bags

---

>you are Anon
>and those bangin' bits are going to good use
>groceries
>laundry soap
>duct tape (that chair looks like it needed some more)
>even a little cheap ground from that Griffish deli down Mare Blanc Lane
>ponies just don't into hamburgers
>the scent of fresh food tickles your nostrils
>and there's Moondancer, still looking a little frazzled but with steaming bowls of...
>...well, shit. If there's anyone who's going to know what to do with ramen noodle cheap, it's gonna be Moonie
>she looks like the kind of pony who hates wasting more than 5 minutes cooking
>"Hey, Moon Unit Beta. Got started on lunch?"
>the tail swishes like a happy puppy
>once the icebox stuff is put away, you dig in
>the eggs don't quite taste the same
>how does she get them to cook so evenly?
>itsmagicidonthavetoexplainshit.jpg
>Right. Unicorns.

>>25872618
pastebin when?

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Great thread,night and merry christmas.

>>25873018

Whenever someone would like to do one.

I don't pastebin my own writing, for me it feels egotistical. If someone likes it, feel free to collect it.

>>25873433
Fair enough, would be good to keep it for the next thread

>>25872618

>you are Moondancer
>you've got some of that book to read
>a bowl full of ramen noodles
>and Anon
>he uses a fork
>you sort the noodles by length and suck them in by groups from longest to shortest, with proportional amounts of egg of course
>Anon twirls a bunch on the end of his fork, spikes a chunk of egg and then noms the whole thing
>that's predators for you
>he smiles with those pointy teeth
>it's a little scary
>but in a good way, Anon has noticed me way
>and he likes the ramen
>and he's reading that book, too
>bowl's perfectly clean
>you go to put it into the sink
>tail swish to the knee
>noticemesenpai

---

>you are Anon
>And Moonie just gave you the come-hither with her tail
>you can't help but look
>somepony's a little grungy from last time
>still
>but she does clean up nicely
>you've had nerdy girlfriends before
>We can rebuild them
>We have the technology
>you clean up your bowl
>"Whew! I was running around a LOT today."
>"Gonna go hit the shower."
>Gonna bait the hook, more like it.

---

>you are Moondancer
>pone.exe has shutdown Abort, Cry, Squee?
>you follow him into the bedroom
>he goes in the bathroom, the door closes...
>....almost.
>you can see him in there
>should you be looking?
>you can't stop peeking through the crack
>he hangs his shirt on the doorknob
>turns around
>you can see him pulling off those blue "jeans" he likes to wear
>the water turns on
>it's getting steamy in there
>he's taking off...my glasses! They fogged over!
>you take them off and rub the water away from the lenses
>when you put them back on, the bathroom door is open wider, letting a cloud of hot water into the bedroom
>Anon's in the tub showering behind the curtain
>it's just opaque enough that all you get is an outline
>he's singing something about being "no stranger to love"
>closer...
>*fog*
>Horseapples!
>the glasses come off
>you squint
>you take a step into the bathroom
>if you're quiet, he'll never notice
>*SPLOOSH*
"Oops!"