Age Difference Thread #17

And annoyingly enough, I couldn't fit some of the pastebin's in the OP because I hit the character limit, let me know if I missed something.

>>26686683
huh, we got archived?
Because last I checked, we were at 210 bumps

>>26686701
Why not just, I don't know, make a pastebin, Put all the pastebins in it, than put it on op.
Sounds easier.

>>26686701
>my pastebin might have broke the op

Fug.

>>26686683
Ya forgot something

Want to write us a story but don't have any ideas? Take your pick from these!

>Teenager Eris, doing sexy, yet chaotic things to you in the bedroom. Would midly annoy you while turning you on.
>Having sex with the lovely Mayor Mare or Twilight Velvet, each of them coddling you like loving mothers while they rock your world.
>Banging a teenager Harshwhinny, who having no experience, would request that you take the reins for the night. You explain what she should do every step of the way, and relish as she clumsily screws everything up
>Adopting a young Barb, and raising her in a somewhat isolated manner until she was a teen, where you would then buy her revealing attire that she would wear around the house, tempting you unkowningly at every turn.
>Letting Fleur-Dis-Lee "seduce" you, and then proceed to playfully vie for control once in the bed, while neither of you truly gain dominance over the other
>Fun sex with a teenage Pinkie Pie, who's just glad that she's experiencing something new and pleasurable
>A history lesson with Cheerille that turns very lewd, very slowly.
>A very insecure Rainbow Dash challanges you, the male coach of the soccer team, to a game of soccer. If she wins, you have to let her play on the boy's team. If you win, she'll do something unspecified for you.
>You find a teenage Scootaloo out on the streets, begging passerbys for spare change or food. You strike up a relationship with her after taking pitty on her, and taking her out for icream
>The older Berry Punch shows up on your doorstep one night, ranting drunkenly about something you did. After you invite her in, and calm her down, you manage to take advantage of the not-so-sober mare.

>>26687003
>You, as the powerful founder of some record company somewhere, decide to give a the young Vinyl Scratch the light of day. Thing is, putting money on new talent is risky, and you need some more coaxing before you make a deal with her
>What should be a very fun babysit for the CMC soon turns very lewd as you agree to partake in a particularly hard game of hide-and-seek

bump.
page 10 again

page 8

>>26686701
It would help if we didn't have two ugly-ass Google Docs links in the OP.

Let's fix one of those: http://pastebin.com/CL70xyvf

I'm also thinking about adding a WIP section to my pastebin so that the other one can quit hogging space .

>>26686683
that's fucking cute. it seems like it would make more sense in reverse but regardless, fucking cute.

>>26688082
There's gotta be a way to condense all this stuff.

>>26688764
Compiling all the paste links into a single paste would be the most reasonable.

Or people could do what I did, and just have one megapaste that links to all their stories.

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>>26688349
Naw boy, it's perfect the way it is. The whole pic is a reference to an exchange from Somepony to Watch Over Me.

>AJ: "Hey, Apple Bloom! You need anything? A snack? A hoof massage? Maybe a snack while havin' a hoof massage?"
>Sweetie Belle: "Why, that sounds delightful!"

I swear Sweets was channeling her older sister right there, but still. Besides, foaldom + mare on filly is the top shelfiest of top shelf

>>26689123
>"Is it OK if I give you a leg massage too Sweetie?"
>"Yeah Applejack thanks for the apple juice. Woa-hey why are using your tongue?"
>"I-uh.."
>"I didn't say stop Applejack."

>>26689187
>You will never be sexual assaulted by a young girl.

This is what I lose sleep over.

>>26689425
It's Applejack who is using her tongue.

>>26689453
She's sexually assaulting me by making me use my tongue.

Where the green at

>>26689733
I'm slowly chugging through mine. I've got a decent bit written on paper, I just have to type it up, and write a lead-in.

>Viral said he'll be back Early Monday.
>Monday is nearly done.

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>>26690865
Actually, I said I'd be back by Monday AT the earliest.
But whatever, I'm back from my trip now.
I'm writing on my green, but it'll probably be a short update since it's late as balls here.

>>26691112
Yes, Senpai has returned!

>http://pastebin.com/ktSs353f

>The next day.

“Crap crap crap crap crap crap CRAP!!!”
>Dirt is kicked up around you in misty plumes as you sprint through the town, your hooves drumming against the ground in quick rhythm.
>Today was the day. You had had trouble falling asleep last night from how excited you were. Even after relieving the… tension in your loins, it took several hours before sleep finally came to you.
>You just couldn’t help it though. You were looking forward to meeting her again, to meet Fem, and go on your date.
>There was just one problem though.
>One teeny tiny little detail.
>You were running late.
“Stupid… Stupid! Why’d I have to oversleep today of all days!”
>You mutter angrily to yourself between your heavy panting, chastising yourself over and over in your head.
>Floating behind you, held aloft and keeping steady pace with you by the dark blue aura of your magic is a small wicker basket and a bundled up blanket.
>In the basket were the refreshments you had purchased once you had bolted out of your home in a panic. The glass bottles jingle against each other as they are disturbed by their rough flight and you try to steady your grip on the basket to make it more smooth.
>There really wasn’t any place that sold alcohol this early in the day, so you ended up stopping by the Apple-family’s stand and bought some of their non-alcoholic cider, filling up the basket as with as much as it could handle and almost threw your bag of bits at the big, red stallion manning the stall.
>He had seemed a bit put off by your stressed behavior but kept silent about it, taking only enough bits to pay for your purchase and making sure you stayed to take the rest back.
>Even though you just wanted to get going, you can’t help but admire the honest business-sense of the Apples, finding comfort in the thought of at least one group of ponies who would never cheat you out of your money.

>>26691799

>Pushing those thought from your mind, you hope that Fem won’t mind your choice of purchase. You don’t really like mixing swimming with drinking yourself, for some reason it tends to make you a little nauseous. It was also a little early for alcohol you thought.
>You really, really hope she won’t mind, but you’re more worried about how upset she’ll be over how late you are.
>You consider using you speed-enhancing spell, but the added strain of your cargo made you hesitate. You had never tried using that spell while levitating something before. Your magic might short out and then you’ll be left with several broken bottles for the picnic instead, not to mention your problems with stopping once you’ve gained speed.
>Maybe just a small burst of speed?
>Catching sight of the town’s clock tower, you glance up towards the clock.
>10:25… You’re almost half an hour late.
“Ah, buck it!”
>Deciding you can’t afford to be any more late, you levitate the basket over to your face and bite down on the handle.
>With the basket now held firmly in your jaws, lessening the burden on your magic, you charge the familiar spell through your horn. Your heartbeat quickens and you can almost hear it in your ears as vigorous energy spreads throughout your limbs.
>In a matter of seconds, your pace increases until you are zipping across the road, speeding towards the park and, hopefully, your date.
>’Please don’t be too mad. Please don’t be too mad.’

And that's all I have for this update, unfortunately.
I'm really tired, so I'll just be going to bed, put an audio book on and go to sleep.
I really need to stop staying up so late.

Things will get better for Comet soon.
The time will come and so will he.

Now let's not let the thread die this time.

>>26691863
Get some sleep already! You are going to need it.

how autistic are you people?

>>26691895
As autistic as Piemations Animations.

>>26691895
Somewhere between "hurr" and "durr"

But what prompted you to ask such a pointless question?

>>26692492
That's a good question, I guess some people like wasting their time.

>>26692528
A just response. Not like I don't do the same.

>>26686683
>Proud, strong mare Applejack
>Being reduced to a drooling sub at the command of a domineering loli
>Wanting to be used by fillies is a deep seated and tormenting lust for her
>It's damn near a (more serious than usual) problem with how it makes her ache inside
Holy fuck I am diamonds.

>>26683554
“Look, none of you can cook, and you don’t have any way of getting to any place farther than the goddamn sidewalk—“
>”Well, I can cook.” Sweetie Belle said.
“Not the point. Besides—“
>”What happened to telling her about you-know-what?” Applebloom says under her breath.
“Would you people stop in terrupti—“
>”Seriously, we can take care of—“
“GODDAMMIT.” You shout, while throwing your arms into the air.
>After a few seconds, and making clear you won’t be interrupted again, you clear your throat and resume your train of thought.
“Like I was saying, it’ll be better if I stay in case any of you need anything. You can’t drive, and Sweetie Belle is going to cause a nuclear meltdown while cooking pasta.”
>”Hey!” Sweetie Belle protests.
>”You do kind of burn the food sometimes.” Says Scootaloo.
>”Oh, come on, a little carbon is good for you.” Sweetie Belle says defensively.
“You know, I think it’s best we move on before someone says something stupid.”
>”You know, I bet I’m—“
>Sweetie Belle tries to keep going, but you cover her mouth
“Yeah, that’s great, shut up. Scoots, listen; I’m just gonna be here as supervisor, you can do whatever the hell you feel like it, as long as you don’t walk around butt naked, that is.”
>”What, with this weather?” She says, while motioning to outside the house.
>”Says the girl wearin’ shorts and a t-shirt…”
“Hell, are you even wearing anything under th—“
>Your train of thought is interrupted by the feeling of Sweetie Belle’s tongue on your hand.
>You wipe the slobber off on your shirt, and look at her with an incredulous expression.
>”What? Your hand was starting to get all sweaty and gross.” Sweetie Belle says.
“You could have said something.” You protest.
>”Well, you were being kind of rude, so I didn’t think you’ll do it if I asked.”
>”Yeah, you’re being kind of a dick.” Adds Scootaloo.

>>26693346

>You stare at her, then just stand up and head for the kitchen.
“I’m just going to go cook something before I hit one of you over the head with something.”
>”I’m comin’ with ya!” Says Applebloom while jumping off the couch.
>You take a pot of the sink, and start washing it.
>Applebloom goes inside the kitchen, and stands behind you.
>”Do you need help with anything?”
“If you could get pasta or rice for me, that’ll be great, I’ve no idea where anything is in this place.”
>You hear her turn around and start digging through somewhere.
>You, on the meanwhile, clean the soap from the pot, and start filling it with water.
>After being done with that, you put it in top of the stove and turn it on.
>Applebloom places a bag of elbow macaroni next to you.
>”There ya go.” She simply says.
“Thanks ‘Bloom. How much of this do you think I should add?” You say before opening the bag.
>”Dunno, just dump the whole bag in there to be safe.”
>You proceed to do so, and throw the bag in the garbage.
>You grab the salt from the singed cabinet, and toss some in the water.
“We should probably clean that.” You say while inspecting the cabinet door.
>You put the salt back in the cabinet, and lay against the countertop.
>”Hey, Anon?” You hear Applebloom say.
>You simply respond with a hum of curiosity and turn you head to her.
>”You’re not angry at us, are ya?”
>You think about your answer for a second, then sigh.
“No, I can’t be mad at any of you if I’m being a dick about it. I mean, yeah, I did go out of my way to come here, but you had no one else to call, so, you know.”
>”We could’ve called Applejack or Rarity, though…” She responds.
“Yeah, but they would of given you shit about it, so it wasn’t exactly a viable option.”
>”Are you gonna tell them?”

>>26693353
“I should, but I won’t. Hell, I used to do the same kinda shit with my friends, except we just took Andrew’s dad’s car and raced anyone that looked at us funny. Honestly, compared to me yours is completely harmless in comparison.”
>You take a deep breath, then look down.
“Still, it’d be nice if someone else helped me with this. I mean, fuck, I know I just kind of barged in here, bu—“
>Your train of thought is suddenly interrupted by Applebloom hugging you.
>How didn’t you hear her coming, you’ll never know.
“I appreciate you doin’ this, if it’s any consolation.”
>You stay still for a second, not entirely sure where this came from, but you decide to wrap one of your arms around her.
“Thanks, ‘Bloom.” You simply respond.
>After a couple of seconds, you tap Applebloom on the back.
“Alright, we kinda have to cook dinner here; I don’t want to pull a Sweetie Belle here.”
>Applebloom lets go of you, and straightens her shirt.
>”Don’t tell Scootaloo I did that, I’ll never hear the end of it.”
>You chuckle.
“I think we should worry more about Sweetie Belle, then you’ll be reminded every half an hour.”

>>26693358
And that's all for tonight, folks.

Sorry for the kinda short update, but I was working on something else, so I started kinda late again.

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>>26693346
>>Your train of thought is interrupted by the feeling of Sweetie Belle’s tongue on your hand.

>>26691863
Even a little update is a good update. Also using this post to bump the thread off page 8-9

>>26693367
see>>26694203

Neat

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>>26685139
>There is some minor chit chat between you two, small talk about school, SHFaG, and the other common interests you share.
>None of the big questions you want to ask leave your head.
>Did you stay the whole night with me?
>Was everything okay?
>Is mom okay?

>Luna leads you to her car, leaving a little early so that she can take of last minute arrangements at work.
>It's not like the whole school falls apart without mom.
>There's nothing Luna couldn't also do, she could schmooze some parents, board members.
>Heck she probably already does.

>"Anonymous, are you okay?"

>Snapped back to reality once again.

"I'm yes, I'm... I'm okay."

>She ruffles your hair, plants a smooch on your forehead.

"Well lets get to business then."

>And as such you both hopped into her Civic and took a somewhat relaxing drive to Canterlot High.
>You try to believe your words, that you really are okay.
>When you do, everything seems nice.
>Just Luna and you, happily together with nothing disrupting the mood.
>But in the back of your head, you know that can't be true.

>Luna drops you off in the front of the building.

"Oh anon, I almost forgot. We can't have lunch today. I'll be really busy and I need all my time."

>"I understand auntie. I'll come see you after school."

>She smiles at you in confirmation and you both wave goodbye.
>Luna's car rolls off to park, and you turn towards adolescent hell

There's a lot of car rides in this story huh?

>>26695855
We need more fem doing either colts or DILF stallions.

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Are you fuckers ready for a story to blow your god damn minds? You'd best be

>You are Anon, local sex god and onlyhumaninequestria
>Currently, you're strolling through the streets of Ponyville, on the way to meet up with a 'friend' you met
>She said she'd be around here somewhere....
>Ah, there she is. In the alley!
>With vigor you dash over to the pony, small as she was
>Her coat was a rusty orange, her mane looked like someone just grabbed a handfull of raspberries and mashed them on her head
>Her name was.... Scootajew, or something
>"Hey, you showed up! I knew you couldn't resist~"
>you scratch your head in mock indecision, because we all know you really just wanna pound this little horse
"E-errrr, yeah... Sure, let's do this"
>Scootercrew giggles happily, running further into the alley. You follow in behind, sparing a quick glance at any close by pedestrians
>rounding a corner, you find the small pony laying on a cardboard box, spread eagle. You salivate
"S-so, straight to it, huh?"
>she nods
"I'm in heat, I neeeeeeeed this soooooooo baaaad"
>sigh
>You unzip your pants, unveiling your already diamond hard rod
"Whelp, the things we do for America"

So if anyone gives a shit, I've got a paste complied right now with the stories for the OP:

http://pastebin.com/DRJ1awuQ

I'm currently working on re-organizing it all so the individual writefags stories are each lumped together in a section. I also gotta skim through a good chunk of them to see exactly what they contain ya know, for audience purposes and whatnot. But there it is in case y'all want it in the next OP.

>>26697235
I am justfully worried. Primarily because I somewhat know what the story will contain and what will come after its conclusion.

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ARE YALL UNHOLY FAGS READY FOR THE RADDEST FUCKING AGE DIFFERENCE STORY?
I CAN'T FUCKING HEAR YOU

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>>26697326
>Looking back to springlebrew, you see she's already dripping wet, staring at your member with need in here eyes
>It makes you impossibly hard
>With no further coaxing needed, you approach the filly, positioning yourself for easy entrance
>in a single thrust, your spear the young, sopping wet cunny
>"O-oooOoOOoOoo, this is so horny!"
"...Unf"
>The feeling is indescribable, it's like a 500 pound angel was hugging your dick with a cloud
>Slowly, you come back down to earth, and begin to withdraw
>Just as your member was about to emerge from the small pony's depths, you thrust forward, hard.
>"AaAaAaAaAaAaAAAAAAAAAAA.... Ohhh my Celestia"
"..............................Unf"
>You pick up the pace, reveling in Scrumpyjoe's wails of ecstasy
>Every thrust drives your dick further, a loud slap accompanying it
>sparing a glance to your little fuck toy, she looks to be near catatonic, at this point
>Unable to form a sentence, she instead mumbles incoherently, pawing at air
>Eventually, you feel the need. The need to make cummies
"...........UNF! G-gonna cum"
>this brings pringlestew out of her daydream, her eyes darting up to meet yours
>"I-INSIDE, IT'LL B-BE SO H-HORNNNYYYYY"
>The end is near, you know what you must do...
"Oh, say can you see! by the dawn's early ....Unf - light"
>slap
"What so proudly we hailed at the... Hng - twilight's last gleaming"
>fwap
"Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight"
>"K-Keep singing anon! I-I feel so FREE!"
>Lil bitch don't know the half of it
"O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?"
>schluck
"And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air!"
>With a final mighty thrust, you unleash your seed
>It explodes from your tip, filling the filly's tiny hole in seconds, the excess dripping out from around your softening member
>You shed a tear, not for yourself, no
>But for your people, for America
>For Yeepz.

>>26697597
I literally jizzed so hard because of this that I shat my pants, thank you.

In fact, this story is so good, I think I'll end age difference thread forever.

It was a shit ride, now everyone get out.

>>26697614
seconding

>>26697634
Oh, you want a second helping?

Putting the trip back on for a second because of this faggot:
>>26697614

>>26697597
Goddamn it mate, this is not what I had in mind when I asked you to write for the thread. Hell, I didn't even think you'd actually cook anything up. Although I honestly don't know what the fuck I was expecting, and looking back, I probably should've expected this.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have some ridiculing to wait for.

putting the trip back off because of this faggot
>>26697677

Which is me. I am the faggot. Post more gay pedo stuff, all this /ss/ is sickening to me.

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>>26697721

>>26697721
Seconding.
Also death to yeepz.

>>26697754
Nien.

Life to yeepz.

>>26698677

>>26699201

>>26699771

>>26697677
What did we say before Yeepz?
I'm sure I said something about them wanting to end thread. >>26697614
But really, just ignore them and shit.

>>26700933

>>26701199
>Double dubs
If only this can actually get another writer or 2 and they can actually do something from the list of ideas: >>26687003

Okay, I'll be honest with you guys here, I went to sleep really fucking late yesterday, and I don't know if I'll have an update tonight.
I'll try to write something, but no promises.

>>26697597
My cum is red white and blue... The fuck did you do to my reproductive system!?

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>>26702459
Freedom came inside your dick hole, Mr. Cosmic

>>26686683
bump

>>26703348

Does anyone have the image of the green of some random kid getting TPed to Equestria from sitting at Burger King and was considered the prophesied King, and Celestia and Luna like married him or something, and then had sex, but all he wanted was a popsicle, it was just a goofy one off.

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Go away page 9!
>[Angry Anon noises]

Bumpo.

>>26704967

>>26686683
bump

When can we expect updates? This is for all writers.

>>26706375
Im waiting for viral senpai

>>26706375
Aunti luna will update in like 5 minutes.

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>>26695260
>You walk through the doors and begin your daily hell.
>Classes seem to pass by quickly though.
>You’re just so excited for what waits at the end of the day.
>All that alone time with Luna, no mom to keep you on your toes.
>Still, you hope mom is alright.
>You wanted to feel safer with Luna but not like this.
>Luna made it sound like mom was doing alright though, something about surgery?
>That sounds scary actually.

---

>It’s around Lunch.
>You want to try to be as discrete as you can.
>A note should be arriving on her desk any moment now.
>And she’ll be turning up with a puzzled look on face.
>Maybe it would be a better idea to just tell anon we can’t keep doing this?
>But then, what if he told someone?
>You would be sent to prison, and as if it wasn’t enough shame to be a pedo he’s your family too.
>What if you just let this go on long enough until he lost interest?
>Anon’s a young kid, this is probably some twisted sort of puppy love.

>There’s a knock on your door and someone’s caught you day dreaming.
>It’s Pinkie, time to work an angle.

>“Hiya Ms. Star! What’s all the hub bub about?”

>Anonymous was right, she does have a grating pitch to her voice.

>“I wanted to discuss with you personally a new project we might have at Canterlot.”

>She seats herself and crosses her leg over the other.
>With her hands on her knees and her face leaning in to make your convo look shady she asks,

>“What’s the skiv VP?”

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>>26707388
>“I want you to be a sort of pioneer for this project. You’ll be working undercover you could say.”

>“You’re not gonna ask me to kill a guy are you?”

>“What no of course not, this project is about helping some of the less social students… blossom from their shells. After some long discussion with our Principal we decided you would be the best person to test drive this.”

>“You want me to play buddy buddy to some special kids?”

>“Special is a little new age for me, but yes. Special.”

>“Miss don’t get me wrong I love spreading joy but why would I want to do that?”

>“What do you mean, you want an incentive?”

>If you give her cash would it be like hiring a prostitute?

>“What do you think is fair Miss Pie?”

>“Oh that was a shot in the dark, what kinda crazy project just lets students extort staff? Who did you want me to look after anyway?”

>“My nephew, you’ve met.”

>“Oh geeze, you want me to go on a play date with him?”

>Pinkie seems to be appalled, but she’s not backing down.
>You had heard rumors from some of the counselors and other staff that Pinkie had some problems with police concerning happy times with students.
>Guess she is a legitimate prostitute.
>Now everything in your body is telling you that this can’t be real, you should tell pinkie you were mistaken.
>But in comparison to your recent terrible decisions this one doesn’t seem so bad.

>“I’ll pay you.”

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>>26707398
>“Oh my gosh, you are just somethin else aren’t you?”

>You’ve made a terrible mistake.

>“50 and I’ll have him take me on a date. He can’t kiss me or anything though.”

>This has to be a dream.

>“Deal, lunch will be starting in a few minutes. He usually goes to eat at one of his classrooms. It’s room 204.”

>You reach into your purse and pull out a couple of twenties, some part of you planned for this.
>She’s cheaper than you expected too.
>You hand her the money with only a slight amount of shame and guilt overtaking you.
>Just bury it Luna, just bury deep down like everything else.

>Pinkie grabs the cash and stuffs it into her bra.
>As she up and turns to leave she turns her head to you.

>“Happy to do business for ya VP.”

---

>Lunch is your second favorite time of the day.
>First being when it’s over, but at least at lunch you don’t have to be around people.
>Not in the safety of this empty classroom.
>The classroom door swings open and Pinkie Pie creeps in like some sort of cartoon Ninja.
>Well that is another safe place destroyed.

>“Oh shoot nonny, what are you doing in here?”

I skipped lunch because of my appetite. My appetite for green.

>>26707428
Thank you for taking one for the team.

>>26707468
You don't even care what is written or who writes it.

You just crave that sweet sweet
>green.

>>26707537
I don't care as long as it entertains me.

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>>26707551

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>>26707428
What a shame,
>pinkie gets too wrapped up in it
>takes anon all the way
>has an orgy with other friends
>Celestia finally gets discharged from hospital after 5 months
>comes to find out that anon has knocked up several girls and numerous staff members
>Luna is preggers, but won't explain by who

>>26707781
Whore's can't fall in love anon, they can't feel anything anymore.

That's why they're whores.

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Hi anon, my favourite butler. Are you enjoying my halloween party?

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>>26707941

>>26707941

>Halloween party filled with slutty MLP lolies
>DT and SS want a private party with the butler
>[Insert CMC/another MLP underage female character] enter in the room by accident

This need a greentext

>>26708539
Oh hey, I remember that from the nude edits thread.
Yeah, had to get someone else to edit that, that was way over my skills.

>26706375
I honestly have no fucking clue.

Foreplay has suddenly become stupidly difficult to detail.

>>26708844
Misquote:
>>26706375

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Last bump

>>26709144
Careful, might be going a little overboard with those images

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>>26709227
>>26709144
Fully clothed. It's allll good

>>26708850
>You will never eat her pussy while she squeaks out moans.

>>26708539
really need to smell that

Here's an age difference.
Adult Anon X Spike.
>>26708762
Hope you guys enjoy.

Bump. We need content, STAT

More ideas? More questions? More character choices?

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Sorry for not posting anything, guys.
Been doing some house-cleaning like a good boy and I've just been too beat to get anything actually important (like giving out boners) done.

>>26707388
>>26707398
>>26707428
Thank you for sacrificing your lunch for us, glorious one.
We love you~

>>26693358
>”Okay, fine, that wasn’t that bad…” Sweetie Belle begrudgingly says.
>”Oh come on, just because he’s better than you doesn’t mean you can’t like it his food.” Scootaloo says.
>”That’s beside the point.” She replies.
>”Preeety sure it isn’t.” Answers back Scootaloo.
>”No, I’m saying it because it was kind of plain. I mean, some browning would have added some flavor to it.”
>”’Some browning woul—‘“
>Scootaloo interrupts herself, then stands up.
>”You know what, nevermind.” She says before walking off.
>She walks to the living room and hops on the couch, turning on the console sitting under the television.
>Applebloom does the same, sitting next to her, and grabs a controller for herself.
>Which leaves you alone with Sweetie Belle.
“You’re not supposed to brown pasta, you know.”
>”Then how are you supposed add flavor to it?”
“Well, you can salt the water, for starters.” You sarcastically say.
>”Water?” Sweetie Belle asks, honestly curious.
>You stand up and decide to join Applebloom and Scootaloo.
>You sit next to Scootaloo, and after a while Sweetie Belle shows up and sits on the armrest.
“So, what are you guys playing?” You say, trying to start a conversation.
>”Tekken.” Scootaloo simply replies.
>Ask a stupid question…
“You know, I played the shit out of the fourth one, I’m probably still good at this.”
>”I didn’t know they made these games for the Atari.” Scootaloo sarcastically says.
>This chick is spending too much time with Rainbow Dash.
>”You’re just saying that because you know I’m going to kick your ass.” You reply.

>>26710993
>Scootaloo pauses the game, then turns around to face you.
>”Oh, is that so..?” She says.
>”Goddammit.” Applebloom says, facepalming.
“What, what did I do?” You ask.
>”Now you got her all riled up, she’s probably goin’ to make a tournament or some other crap.”
>”You know, that’s actually a pretty good idea!” Scootaloo says.
>Applebloom looks at her for a second before pinching her nose and sighing.
>”Alright, hotshot, how about this? You fight Sweetie Belle, then Applebloom, and finally me, then we can see who’s actually the best at this game.”
“You’re on.” You say, pointing to her face.

I fucked up the formatting, bear with me, people.

>>26711003
“When did I agree to this?” Says Sweetie Belle.
>You pick Kuma, and Scootallo hands the controller to Sweetie Belle.
>The first fight against her was… Yeah.
>She put on a good effort (Read: mashed all the buttons as fast as she could), but in an unsuspected turn of events, you still won.
>Applebloom was much better than her, but barely even tried to use special moves.
>Now, Scootaloo.
>By the pope’s asshole, that girl can input commands faster than you can even blink.
>Which meat she kicked your ass in the first round, since you didn’t see it coming.
>Luckily, by the time the second one rolls around, you actually manage to defend yourself, and end up beating her.
>Now, by the time of the last round you both have each other’s strategies down, and are barely able to land hits on each other.
>But you won by time out anyhow.
>”Oh, that is such bullshit!” Scootaloo angrily says.
“Well, would you look at that, I was right.”
>”You won by stalling, that doesn’t count!” She says.
>“Pretty sure it does.” Says Applebloom.
>”Yeah, I agree.” Says Sweetie Belle, still a bit angry about the forced participation.
>Scootaloo looks towards you, then turns her head to where AB and Sweetie are sitting.
>She opens her mouth to say something, but just puts her controller on the table, and sinks onto the sofa.
“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I’ve never actually beaten the campaign in any of these, so there’s that.”
>”No, it doesn’t.” Scootaloo replies.
“Well, I don’t know what else to tell you. Other than “In your face”, that is.”
>You take a look at the clock hanging on the wall, and see it’s three in the morning already.
>Jesus Christ, who installed a turbo button on time itself?
“Huh, is it that late already?” You say.
>”That clock is forward three hours.” Applebloom says.
“Oh.”

>>26711013
“Well, I don’t know about you gals, but I got up pretty early today so I’m going to bed, see you tomorrow. Or… in the morning, whatever.”
>The girls wave you goodbye, except Scootaloo, who’s still fuming.
>AS you’re lying in bed, you’re woken up by someone shaking you by the shoulder.
>You open your eyes and turn around, trying to see who just woke you up.
>After your eyes adjust to the darkness, you see Applebloom standing next to your bed, clutching a pillow.
“Kinda early to be waking me up, isn’t it?”
>”Yeah, sorry about that…” Applebloom says, before chuckling.
>You groan and sit up, then turn your head towards the clock on the nightstand.
>Half past five in the morning, which isn’t that far off from your actual sleeping schedule.
>But, you know, it is a fucking Sunday.
“Any particular reason you woke me up, or did you just want someone to talk to?”
>”No, it’s… just that, you kno—“
“Words, ‘Bloom, you can use words.”
>Applebloom sighs.
>”Scootaloo snores like a vacuum cleaner, and Sweetie Belle keeps turning and slapping me in the face.”
>You look at her from a second, then toss the sheets off you.
“Well, I got some silver tape in the car, that’ll solve one of your problems.”
>”What, no, we can’t tape Swee—“
“’Bloom, I’m just fucking with you. And before you ask, yes, you can sleep here.”
>Applebloom looks at you with an annoyed expression, but tosses her pillow in the bed anyhow.
>”Thanks, Anon.” She says while climbing on it.
“Hey, don’t mention it. No, seriously, don’t, they’ll never shut up about it.” You say before throwing the sheets on top of you again.

>>26711022

>The morning after, you woke up to find that Applebloom has snuggled up to you.
>You carefully take her hair out of your face, trying not to wake her up.
>It’s surprisingly soft, considering she spends all day under the sun and dirt.
>That’s… kind of a weird thing to notice, now that you think about it.
>You take a look at the clock again.
>It’s already high noon, an— is that fucking Scootaloo filming you.
>You raise your head and see Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle near the doorway, holding a phone and trying to quiet their giggling.
>They see you getting up in the phone's screen, and slowly raise their heads to actually see you.

>>26711041
Yeah, like I said, formatting.

And that's all for tonight, folks. Once again, sorry for the short update, but I've been kinda busy lately.

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>>26711046
Do you have the pastebin for that babs seed one you wrote bruv?

>>26711071
You mean the Snowdrop one?
That one had a scene with Babs in it, though you could be thinking of Babs Tease, which isn't mine.

>>26711083
I thought it was yours. NEVERMIND. I'll go commit sudoko in shame.

Bumpo.

>>26711610

>>26712296

>>26712687

>>26711046
Liking the green so far! Keep it up, when you can.

>>26710773
Don't worry about it. Just try to force yourself to write when you have free time.
We love you even more senpai.

>>26713768

>>26714869

>>26715497

Hey, are you guys at all affiliated with that Sweetie Belle thread?

>>26716326
Not me, at least.

>>26714374
I'll try and write as much as I can, don't worry.
Glad you like it, by the way.

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This thread need a healthy bump

A Trixie and /ss/ Rumble green got made in the bimbo thread, thought you guys might be interested

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Spike x FemAnon green
>>26713214

>>26717838

bump of hope

>>26691808

>Dashing like mad, you reach the park in about a minute.
>You’d curse at yourself for not doing this sooner instead of playing safe, but your too busy keeping a lookout for Fem while dodging ponies on the way.
>You brace yourself for the chance that she might not be so glad to see you after keeping her waiting for almost half an hour.
>As the bench the two of you had shared comes into view, your heart sinks in your chest.
>She’s not there. No one is waiting for you.
>The disappointment and anger at yourself gnaws deeply into your core as you mentally kick yourself and an annoyed growl reverberates in your throat.
>First attention you’ve gotten from the opposite gender in over two months and you blew it, Comet. You blew it real bad.
>Just show up on time, that’s all. Show up on time for your date, it’s dating 101, but you couldn’t even get that right.
>Your mental chastising comes to a halt, unlike yourself who is still running at enhanced speed, charging towards the bench.
>Gritting your teeth, grinding them into the basket, you try to choke out the flow of magic in your horn.
>You feel some of the energy dissipating, but very little changes in your speed. Realizing you're about to drop the blanked still levitating behind you, you tighten your grip on it.
>You just had to try levitating objects while using the speed enhancer, didn't you?
>Trying instead to break by digging your hooves into the soil, you almost tumble over and are now stumbling at high speed instead of running.
>A+ all around today, Comet.
>As the bench comes closer, you realize that there really is no way you'll be able to make any sort of dignified stop. You try to give a grumble, but it just comes out as panicked, muffled mumbling.
>Removing the basket from you mouth and taking it in you magic grasp, you line the objects up as you reach your target.
>Time to make a drive-by touchdown.

>>26719013
(Whoops, forgot name)

>Tilting your weight slightly towards the side, you manage to guide your stumbling so you'll just pass by the bench close enough without crashing into it.
>As the slightly blurry shape of the bench comes up to the side of you, you quickly levitate the basket and blanket onto the seat, following the motion of your movement as best as you can so that you won't drag it with you and tip it over before releasing the levitation spell.
>You brace yourself for the shrill sound of glass being smashed into pieces, but when none reaches you, you breathe a sigh of relief.
>Or you would have, if you weren't, you know, now tumbling towards you painful rendezvous with the ground, thankfully towards the grass instead of the dirt road.
>As you face dips down to take a closer look at the grass, a thought hits you.
>Why do you even care about the picnic supplies if your date's already ruined?
>Why didn’t you dump them and plan for a better way to stop your forward momentum?
>And why can’t you think as fast when you need to instead of when you’ve just realized what a stupid decision you’ve just made?
>Bucking brai-
>Your face makes contact with the ground and you start your merry go round tumble across the grass.
>Thanks to your experience with… “Sudden emergency stops…” You tuck yourself against your body and ride the motion out until you land on your back with a stop.
>The air as a bit knocked out of you, but all in all you’ve had worse crash- I mean, emergency stops.
>Laying on your back for a moment, staring up at the blue sky. It takes a few seconds for it to stop spinning, but eventually you can take it in without feeling nauseous.
>Hardly a cloud and the warmth of the sun bearing down on you.
>It would have been a good day for a swim…
>You close your eyes, brow furrowing and jaw clenching as you let out a disappointed huff through your nose.
>Dammit...

I think I might be coming down with something.
I'm freezing and my joints ache, tends to be a sign of fever for me.
But I was just so sad by all the bumping (but thanks for the posting of greens from other threads and pastebins, Anons) so I felt like I should at least post a small update before rolling up in bed like a blanket-tortilla.
Hopefully I won't wake up with a stuffy nose and/or sore throat.

>>26719054
Get well soon dude.

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>>26719054
You can fight through it, hopefully.
You're a fighter Viral. A god damn sexy one!
Get better Senpai

Thread's going faster through the pages.

Needs more bumpers

>>26719054
Yeah, I know how you feel, I've been feeling like ass lately and I've no idea why.
Worst part is that it's really fucking with my productivity.

>>26720293
Oh, and speaking of lazing out, I won't be updating the story tonight.
Thing is, I'm pretty sure I can write something, but then I'm going to stay up 'till 5 in the morning again, and then we'll be doing this "I'm too tired to write" crap again.
Sorry guys.

bumping a sadly dead horse.

>>26721317
>tfw I find inspiration for new story as thread is of the dying.

>>26721903
Who's stopping you? Hell, I'm sure no one is going to complain about some content.

>>26721903
Ayy, maybe you could pump some life back into the place.

In the meantime, I will try to finish copying these two pages into my Google Doc by the end of the day.

>>26722194
Nothing, nothing at all. The only limiter is how awake I am.

>>26722546
Well tell me what you think of this latest piece I've composed for the thread.

Also I need to read your latest.

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Alright, so here is a true age difference story for y'all. I want this one to have a bit more serious tone, and I've got all the major points of the story figured out in my head. So without further adieu, the first installment of "Stolen Apples"

Stolen Apples

>Be Apple Bloom.
>It’s just another Tuesday afternoon to you.
>Walking down the rows of stalls in the town market.
>You’d just gotten done with yet another day of your increasingly difficult schooling.
>It was time to take the afternoon shift at your family’s stall.
>You can see your sister is rather busy right now, handling multiple customers at once by herself.
>Bits in her hoof, eyes on the customer behind her current client.
>Entirely oblivious of the little colt sneaking up below the crowd.
>He was maybe a few years younger than you, still lacking a cutie mark.
>You sand back for a few seconds, hesitant, watching.
>You see as he watches for the perfect moment.
>His eye twitches, noticing Applejack’s momentary lack of attention as she bags a few apples.
>His hoof darts up, snatching an apple from the front row of the cart.
>And in a blink he’s blended into the crowded street, apple in mouth.
>You don’t move, just sighing a little.
>This was a fact of life you had learned over the years.
>That there was always the one out there who would seize any moment to get what they wanted.
>Applejack didn’t even blink an eye; obviously oblivious.
>No one in line stopped him.
>He just needed the cunning to not be seen by the only one who mattered.
>And he got away with it.

>>26722739
>And in a way, you let him.
>You didn’t like confrontation much anymore.
>Seeing that he was gone, and your sister still blissfully unaware of her robber, you proceed to walk a little closer, catching her attention.
>”Ahh hey AB, ahm I glad to see yah!”
“Hey AJ! Busy day today?”
>”You know it!”
>She turns to the customer she’d just rung up.”
>”Have a good day mister!”
>He nods, smiling, bag clutched in his teeth.
>You jump behind the stand, letting your heavy saddlebags rest against the back cartwheel.
>Sliding up next to your older sister, you take your position behind the stand without saying much more, hopping right into the busy work day.
>These days AJ wasn’t too much taller than you, about a half a head.
>Still though, you had to look up to her when you spoke, but ol’ Granny Smith keeps saying you’ll be taller than her one day.
>So AJ tends to tease you about your height in the way only a sister can, while she still can.
>But those are the quiet times, and these are the busy ones; no time for the little things.
>You settle into the grind, greeting half-familiar faces that you’ve see every day.
>Watching out for the would be thief.
>Practicing your mental math skills ringing customer’s purchases up in your head.
>All the while keeping up the cheery attitude for the sake of the business.
>It was all autopilot to you, the same thing you’d been doing the past two years.
>Ever since you’d gotten your cutie mark you were being given increasing responsibility.
>A few more chores around the farm, expected to run the stand after AJ leaves, and hauling back the left over produce for tomorrow.
>You were getting tired of the mindless repetition very fast.
>You struggle to remember a time when the responsibility was new, exciting, and even fun.
>But that all wore off after the first few months.
>And now it was just monotony.

>>26722740
>But hey, you could add numbers in your head quicker than most any other pony now.
>And you’d felt yourself growing much stronger from pulling the heavy cart to and fro in the late afternoons.
>So there are some plus sides.
>But you also never got to hang out with your friends for long any more.
>Sweetie was growing into a mirror image of her sister, with the exception of her singing skill.
>Scoots had moved far out of town, and only visited on some weekends.
>Correspondence between you and the Pegasus had settled into a weekly letter.
>You remember when you would write her every night.
>But now you just wanted to sleep most nights when you got home.
>She liked to write to you about her colt friend a lot these days.
>You could care less, but that was fine, she deserved to be happy like that.
>You… well you were feeling an old feeling more and more these days.
>Loneliness.
>Sure you had your family, and they had you… but there was just a lack of variety.
>Things were dull, no more crusading for your cutie mark, no more endless summer afternoons.
>You were growing up, and you hated every part of it.
>Especially the colts.
>You hated them most of all.
>Their advances, their wandering eyes, the way they talked about fillies among each other.
>It all made you want to die inside… too bad that had already happened.

>>26722744
>Be Femanon
>It’s 12 noon… or something like that.
>What did you care, the sun is high in the sky, but your head is buried in a plush pillow.
“Ughhhhh….”
>You groan, stretching all your limbs at once on your king sized bed.
>You have been awake for the past hour or two, but what point was there in getting up?
>You were a human, the only human, as far as you knew, in Equestria.
>You’d been in this crazy land for maybe two weeks now.
>But it’s not like you’re keeping count of days.
>What point is there in that?
>It’s just day after day of spending time in your castle bed room, occasionally talking to your host, the princess of Friendship.
>But god, could she be… irritating in long bursts.
>But at least she had access to a large library.
>And for reasons beyond you the books here were written in English.
>Had you gone insane, maybe died and this was the afterlife, or something involving a hyper dimensional multi-verse.
>You don’t know, and questioning your existence here was as useful as questioning your existence back on Earth.
>So you just rolled with the punches as they came, as you always had.
>All you had to entertain you was the endless stream of books that Twilight provided.
>It was actually your decision to live with the purple Alicorn.
>After a few discussions with the white Alicorn, who you assumed to be their supreme leader, you decided against living in the capital.
>Too many ponies, too much activity, and you hated the sounds of the city at night.
>This castle was far more remote, in some back woodsy town that seemed to have absolutely no night life.
>Perfect for you.
>The dead of the night was the only time you really liked to go out exploring.
>You didn’t have to deal with the slack jawed stares of all the ponies.
>The occasional cries of “MONSTER!!!”
>And all the social anxiety it caused you.

>>26722748
>But you think you may be imposing on the purple one.
>She was nice, sure, but you were living in her castle, eating her food, and living by her allowance.
>She’d been giving you twenty of these little gold coins a day.
>Generous you thought.
>But you guessed that gold must not be a valuable commodity in this magical land.
>Did she just fabricate those things out of air?
>I mean you never saw her receive any, never saw her keep any on her person, never even saw a place in the castle she would keep them.
>You didn’t like asking too many questions here, because you’d discovered that the answer to almost all of them was “magic”.
>You know, you once even wished you were magical when you were a kid.
>Now as a world wiry twenty-five-year-old woman, it was all just befuddling to you, and you just went with it.
>Lying back in your bed, the sun streams in from a large, vaulted window on the opposite side of the room.
>You were stuck in your thoughts.
>Sure you didn’t much care for Earth, but you often found yourself imagining being back home.
>Your tiny, black painted apartment.
>Your blood red bed sheets.
>your comfy little double bed.
>The one window that looked out over the city street.
>How you hated it all.
>But how you still felt fondly for it.
“Aghhh!”
>You flip over in your enormous bed, face to the wall.
>A few moments later you hear a knock on the door.
“It’s open!”
>Turning yourself over, you see the all too familiar Alicorn hesitantly stepping into the room that had become yours.
>You sat up in bed, going cross legged, letting the sheets fall to your waist, exposing your naked torso.
>Not like these horses should care, they all walk around naked anyway.
>She’s tentative as always, but steps forward from the doorway.
>”Umm Good morning Fem!” she musters up some cheer in her voice.
“Good afternoon” you deadpan.

>>>”How was your night?”
>She wasn’t looking in your eyes again.
>Instead slightly off from your eyes, probably at your saggy, gaged earlobes again.
>Falling back into the bed, you reply.
“Ohhhh, fine you know. Broke into some boarded up house for shits and giggles. Found a few cool kinck nacks.”
>Turning your head, you see her wince at the news of your exploits.
>”Y-you know I didn’t hear that right?”
“Suuurrrreeee… just like I didn’t hear two stallions butt fucking in the park last night.”
>Another wince.
>”Ahhh, yahh. Umm Fem, I was thinking. Maybe you could go out during the day?”
“So I could cause a riot?”
>”Nonono, they shouldn’t do that, I’ve been over that with the town.”
“Really now?”
>You cocked an eyebrow.
>”Yes, really! With my friend Zecora. The town knows better than to judge by peoples looks!”
“She’s the zebra you told me about right?”
>”Yes.”
“So, and correct me if I’m wrong. Zebras in this world look just like you ponies, but with stripes?”
>”Well yes…”
“Do I have stripes, do I look like a pony?”
>”W-well no, but the idea is the same! They shouldn’t judge you from your looks.”
>You toss her the best “I don’t believe you” face you could muster… which probably looked more bitchy than disbelieving.
>But she seems determined.
>”Well… I thought I should also tell you. Me and Spike need to visit Canterlot tonight, so we won’t be able to make dinner.”
“Sooo, you want me to go out and get my own food?”
>”I mean… well yes.”
>At least she was honest there.
>And hunger was an excellent motivator.
“Well you got me there Twi.”
>”So you’ll really go out today!?”
>Her eyes had a new sparkle in them as she spoke.

>>26722757
“Yah, I guess I gotta.”
>”Great! Please, talk to somepony, just anyone.”
“Ugh… sure…”
>’Odd request’ You thought.
>”Oh and one more thing Fem. Your daily allowance.”
>Her horn glowed slightly, and she floated a small coin bag out from behind her back
>’Seriously where does she keep those!? He vag…’
>And she levitated it onto the table where the rest of the coin bags were resting.
>In total there had to be ten little pouches there.
>There was a collective little jingle as the pouch was placed atop the rest.
>You sighed out a “thank you” as you always did.
>”I expect to hear a good story tomorrow Fem!”
“Yah yah, some boring shit about how I was stared at the whole time.”
>”No, about how you talked to somepony.”
“Sureeee…”
>She turned to walk out the door, but stopped midway, and turned her head back to you.
>”Oh, and you’re coat is getting pale.”
>She walked out the door, magicking it closed behind her.
>You stared at where she had been.
>’Your coat… Fucking horses.’
>But she had a point.
>You’d been inside so long your skin had gotten paler than you could ever remember, and you felt… more tired and sad these days.
>Probably the lack of vitamin D.
>Or just the whole being ripped away from your comfy little boring home.
>You roll out of bed and sheepishly walk over to the window, opening it to feel the direct light on your bare body.
>You liked being naked, it felt refreshing, especially in the late-spring breeze that was now washing over you.

>>26722759
>You close your eyes, letting your mind drift as the sun bathes your pasty features.
>Oh how you remember now; playing in the sun back on Earth.
>The warmth was the same, but something was just a little different in your mind.
>You stare down from the window.
>Just a forest.
>You’d been sure to get a forest facing room for just this reason.
>Turning your back to the window, you let the sun wash your back you.
>’No shower today, not like any horse will care…’
>Walking forward, out of the sun, you proceed to your dresser.
>A great mirror was hung on the wall behind it, and you inspect yourself.
>There was no real tan lines left, just white skin dotted with the occasional freckle.
>You frowned.
>But you continued what you’d gone to the dresser to do.
>You grab up your black 00 gauges, inspecting them for a second.
>Some of the only things that came with you to Equestria; you’d been wearing them the day you ended up here.
>You slip one into your earlobe, and then the other.
>Feeling a little more yourself you pick up your next piece of jewelry; a bright red eyebrow stud.
>Finding the hole in your right brow, you pin the piece in.
>You focus on the mirror again.
>Giving yourself a wry smile, you wiggle your eyebrows a little.
>’Lookin good Fem, lookin good… too bad there’s no one to look good for here.’
>You let out a long sigh, looking down to your feet.
>Next you pull out a light sundress.
>It’s bright green with splashes of red and blue, made out a breathable and soft fabric.
>It was among the gifts that the white Unicorn had given you when you arrived.
>You had to admit, you liked it. It fit well, hugging your slim figure where you needed it, supporting your B (near C) cup breasts, but not pushing them up or out.
>She was a good designer, and best of all she didn’t charge.

>>26722764
>Just saying something like how much fun it was to take on a challenging body like yours.
>She seemed cool.
>The dress was all you wore today.
>Not like you needed under garments or anything here.
>Besides, you liked feeling the breeze more than other people, and the dress was more than long enough to keep you covered, flowing down to your shins.
>Feeling satisfied with your looks you immediately fall right back onto your bed.
>Come on, it’s only like 1. Might as well wait till closer to 4 to actually do anything.
>You roll over, grabbing your current read.
>Propping yourself up, you pick up where you left off in “A Griffin’s Journey to the West.“
>’I’ll go out right after I finish these… next couple chapters…’

>>26722769
>Be Apple Bloom.
>The crowds were beginning to die down, and you could see AJ was getting tired, yawning at her post.
>You poke her in the side with a hoof.
“Not gunna fall asleep now?”
>She perks up.
>”What, me? No, not like I’m a little filly eh.”
>She gives you that teasing look.
>But you don’t want to hear it.
>Sure she’s your big sister, but you’ve had your cutie mark for two years now.
“Ahh at least I’m not an old Apple.”
>Was that a little harsh?
>”At least I’m not a few branches short of a tree”
“Seriously AJ, that the best you got?”
>”Yew know I’m no good at this name callin stuff.”
“Yah, that’s fer sure!”
>”Hey, anyway Bloom, you think you can handle the stand ‘till dinner?”
“Yah, shouldn’t be much more business.”
>”Alright, I’ll see yah back at the farm sis!”
>Applejack packed up most of the bits for the day in her saddlebag, threw it into the back of an empty cart, and hitched herself up.
>Giving you a tip of the hat, she began to trot off in the direction of Sweet Apple Acres.
>You give her a finale wave goodbye.
>As she walks out of sight you sigh, leaning forward against your stand.
>It had to be close to five in the afternoon now, the sun was maybe ¾ of the way through the sky.
>It was late spring, and the sun had a tendency to linger in the sky a little longer each day.
>You yawn as you greet a mare who’d decided she needed some hard cider.
>”That’ll be three bits miss.”
>She hoofs you the money, and walks off, sipping her beverage.
>You feel you could do with a drink yourself, but decide to hold off.
>No drinks until you get home, they’ll make you even more tired.
>You sip some warm water from your water skin.

>>26722774
>As you were replacing the cork you freeze, spotting a horrific sight before you.
>A young couple maybe twenty yards down the street.
>The mare was on her hind legs, back up against a house.
>And in front of her was her colt.
>They were embraced in a deep kiss.
>His forehooves against the wall either side of their conjoined heads.
>You were frozen, agonizing memories flooding your mind.
>You start to hyper ventilate as your mind flashes back to a night that feels so near, but was so long ago.
>Back pressed against a tree.
>A face forced against yours.
>Heavy hooves pinning your body in place.
>Your eyes go wide as your knees buckle.
>After a second you’re on the ground, tears running down your cheeks.
>You curl up behind your stand, doing your best to push the thoughts from your mind.
>After a minute you manage to get your breathing back, and start taking deeper, more spaced out, gasps.
>You continue to lie there for a minute, hoping the couple will have disappeared when you look back up.
>But you don’t want to check, you want to be alone, you want to be far away.
>But you can’t, you’ve got responsibilities, and ponies depending on you.
>You stay curled up on the ground for a few more minutes before a gentle knocking on your stand brings you back to reality.
>Wiping the tears from your face, you dart up to attention.

>>26722779
>It’s a Pegasus stallion you’d seen a few times before.
>Getting off weather patrol probably, and in need of a snack.
>He looks concerned.
>”Umm… you ok dear?”
“Yah, yah, never better! That’ll be two bits.”
>You answer quickly, trying to dispel him like he would a storm cloud.
>He looks at you for a second, and drops four bits on the table and flies off, two apples in mouth.
>You sit back on your haunches, and sigh again.
>You shake your head, and mutter to yourself.
“Get ahold of yourself Bloom! Their just a happy couple… that’s all… n-no reason to get all worked up… that was so long ago..”
>You stand back up, resting your front half against your stand.
>You survey the market street before you.
>The couple had moved on thankfully, and the market was starting to clear out a bit.
>You’d be here another few hours until sunset.
>As your eyes gaze across the few shoppers you notice something completely unexpected.
>A large pony walking on her hind legs…
>Wait is that a pony.
>You rub your eyes, and look a little closer.
>N-no… that’s no pony! That’s… that’s… what is that?
>A large, but soft featured beast, in a flowing garment of greens, reds, and blues.
>Were you staring.
>You quickly look away, noticing it’s walking your way.
>Time seems to slow for a moment as you notice it meandering toward your stand.
>It looks like it’s surveying the other stands.
>You do your best to think what it might be.
>Certainly not a minotaur, nor a satyr, but what…
>You pound the side of your head, and then suddenly it comes to you.
>AJ mentioned how there was this new creature living with Twilight.
>She called it what again?
>You pound the side of your head a little more, trying to jog your memory.
>You don’t even notice it walk by your stand until you hear a little giggle.
>Snapping your attention forward you see her up close.
>She’s looking at you, and… and she’s smiling.
>Is she giggling a little… at you?

>>26722782
>And oh, oh my! Did, did she just wink at you?
>But now she’s walking away…
>What did she think of you?
>Why did she giggle… were you funny?
>Well… you were kind of knocking your head when she saw you.
>And you did kind of just stare at her when you noticed her.
>But she seemed nice…
>You gotta fix this!
>You grab a few apples and throw them into a bag.
>Taking the bag in your teeth you gallop around your stand.
>She’d gotten maybe two more stands over when you catch up to her.
>You muster up all the courage you’ve got, and gently tap her on the back of her leg.
>You hope she won’t mind as she turns around to you.
>Your head is right around the level of her hips, and you’re suddenly feeling very small.
>But you stand your ground.
>”Umm… hello there?”
>Oh crap she just talked to you.
>You motion the bag in your teeth up to her.
>You hope she can understand body language.
>She’s hesitant, but she crouches down to your level.
>You motion again for her to take the bag.
>”F-for me?”
“mhmph” You hum.
She reaches out with a slender foreleg and grabs the bag out of your mouth.
>“Ummm thank you I guess.”
“N-no problem… I ummm”
>Crap, why did you just give this creature some free apples!?
“I wanted to give you a gift!” you blurt out.
>Well guess that is the truth…
>”Ohhh! R-really? That’s, that’s really kind of you.”
“Y-yah, just think of it as a welcome present.”
>Her eyes seemed to brighten, and her smile grew quite a lot.
>”Thank you! I mean that’s the nicest thing anyone’s done for me… in a while.”
“Ohhh… Ummm yah, I mean… welcome to Ponyville!”
>Such the conversational expert you are Bloom…
>You throw her your best smile, not sure what to do.
>”Sooo, ummm… are you giving that pony a present too?”

>>26722779
Was Bloom raped?

>>26722786
>She’s looking past you.
>Wait what did she say?
>You turn to look at your stand, and catch that little colt at it again.
>He notices you, and you begin charging toward him.
>He flees, weaving between the few ponies left in the market.
>You hear a soft giggling behind you, causing you to trip over your own hooves.
“Ooofffff”
>You fall over yourself, landing in a heap merely a foot in front of your stand.
>”Oh my god! I’m so sorry, are you alright?”
>It was the creature, and she was kneeling next to you.
>You stand back up, brushing a little dust off your coat.
“Yah yah, fine as ever!”
>”Sorry if I caused that.”
>She looked genuine, and you felt a little heat in your cheeks, embarrassed you fell because of a little giggle.
>You turn back to your stand, defeated and a bit embarrassed.
>”Ummm… so… see you tomorrow?”
>You stop for a second.
>She just said she’d see you again.
“Ughhh, yah, see you…”
>You turn back, but see she’s already walking off.
>You shake your head, and walk back to your stand.
>You whisper to yourself.
“What just happened…?”
>You take another glance at her fading figure.
“And why do I like her?”

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And that, my friends is all for tonight. I hope y'all have as much fun reading it as I have writing it. I really do like this one, and plan on actually finishing it within a reasonable amount of time with a definite ending.

The paste bin: http://pastebin.com/Jmddb4nN


>>26722791
What do you think? Yes, she was. It will be explained more later.

>>26716326
I've been reading since thread one when bones wasn't dying for a week.

Was it 2 months ago? Because it feels like 2 months since I got back into this trash dump. That thread is what kept me around.

>>26686683
bump

>>26722808
This is some gud stuff cosmic.

>>26719161
Thank you!
>>26719242
And thank you, you flatterer! Love you~
>>26720293
Yeah, what also sucks when you get sick is how even though when I have the energy to write I end up making a lot of obvious mistakes that I just fail to notice.
Hope you feel better soon!

Well, aside from sleeping through most of the day, I don't seem to have noticed any signs of getting sick today and the feeling of fever seems to have passed, so hopefully it was just a false alarm.

>>26722808
Ooh, is this the lesbian pony x human story you used to talk about several threads back that you wanted to write?
I remember you wanted to make it feelsy.
If so, I'm glad you finally got the inspiration to write it!
Will be looking forward for more!

>>26724229
Aaand I forgot my name again

>>26724242
Can't wait for an update!
Just picture that flatter's voice as Armstrong himself.

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>>26724700
Since I haven't seen FMA, I had to do some research and I have to say, having my very own Armstrong calling me senpai... Pure unf!

>>26724700
You know, I read that in Senator Armstrong's voice, and it worked just as well.

>>26724198
A thank you.

>>26724229
This is actually a little different than what I'd originally thought of a week or two ago. But it's in the same vein, and is going to be very feelsy.

Also hope you get over your flu soon senpai.

>>26669220
>However, that didn’t mean you couldn’t have have a small amount yourself
>She gasps loudly as you press a finger to her slit
>You quietly laugh, and slowly start rubbing her nether
>Her gritted teeth muffle her moan
>As you tighten your grip, her head rolls upwards while you smile at her reaction
>After some more rubbing, she begins grinding against your finger
>Just as a small strain of her natural juices runs atop it, she suddenly pulls herself out of reach
>”I will not be the only one who cums tonight…” she mumbles to her herself as she turns around
>You say nothing as she yanks your fly down
>As your member is freed, she leans forward to further gaze at it
>Her soft, warm breath against your manhood sends a rush up your spine
>Your dong twitches in anticipation as she pushes a small clump of her mane back into place
>A feeling of satisfaction envelopes you as she pushes your entire dick down her throat
>The feeling proved to be quite unsatisfactory though
>Not wanting to dictate her speed, you content yourself with drinking from her honey pot
>She moans softly as you press your tongue to her slit
>You decide to take your time lapping at her sex, if only to enjoy her small noises of pleasure
>The occasional trickle of marecum serves as a mildly satisfactory reward for your efforts
>That and her consistent moaning
>After some time though, every other lick yielded another stream of her pleasure
>You brace yourself for another rousing round of blueballs, but it surprisingly doesn’t come
>Instead, Flutters begins focusing exclusively on your head
>You cry out as you’re brought to a powerful
>Globs upon globs of your white-hot cum shoot from your twitching dick

>>26725933
>You can practically hear them splatter against the back of her throat
>The overwhelming feeling of pleasure continues to torture your mind until your long climax finally concludes
>As the last rope of your love is spit out, you collapse against the cushion behind you
>After you struggle for a few moments to catch whatever breath you can, Fluttershy turns to face you
>She then swallows the load in her mouth, before she tounges off her cum-caked lips
>Your feel your dick twinge once again at the sight
>But you weren’t exactly sure you were happy with your orgasm, despite how amazing it felt
“Flutters,” you gasp. “Please… never do that again.”
>She chuckles nervously, and lays down atop your chest
>”I’m sorry Anon. I knew I was getting close, and I didn’t want to leave you in pain again.”
>You observe her overall stance for a moment, and chuckle as a few things become clear
>Her stance, tone, and innocent smile all convey a submissive position
>And it's doing a fantastic job at garnering your sympathy
“Apology accepted,” you say smugly
>Perhaps you would work on further bring out this manipulative side later on
>As for now though, you have a pony to please
>You watch her give you a funny look as she hops to the floor, and you flash her your most genuine smile
>She returns it, as you sit down behind her
>As you wrap her into a hug, she sighs contently
>She involuntarily nuzzles your hand as you go to stroke her mane
“Ready for round two?”
>You can feel her chest quickly expand and contract
>She leans forward slightly, and you let her plop out of your grip
>”As ready as I’ll ever be, I suppose.”
>After she vigorously shakes her head, she turns to face you again, and gives you a quick peck on the lips

>>26725941
>She then turns back around, and leans onto her
>”Okay… whenever you’re ready Anon…”
>You nod, and place your hands on the yellow mare’s back
>As you align your member with her box, you sigh with anxiety
>Yet again, she was standing in that oh so agitating pose
>The pose you’ve envisioned many men before you forcing her into
>”I-is something wrong Anon?” she asks worriedly. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to…”
“No, no it’s not that,” you reassure. “It’s just melancholia on my end.”
>With a minute amount of vigor, you prod at her slit, before you drag your member across it
>She shudders, and turns to look at you pleadingly
>Deciding to forgo the rest of your teasing, you push into her fleshy cave
>A sudden mix of unease and bliss courses through your body
>You pause for a moment to let one of the two pass
>And to let her walls accommodate your width
>When unease finally leaves, you draw your hips away from hers
>She breathes out a shuddery moan, and involentarilly shuts her eyes
>For a moment, you contemplate making her beg for more
>And for a few moments after, you scold yourself for even considering that
“Ready?” you ask
>She nods, and you draw your hips back
>As you thrust them forward again, they collide with Flutter’s flanks with a satisfying “smack”
>You smile as her wings lightly quiver
>Feeling a little daring, you reach an arm out, and stroke one of the feathered extremities
>She yelps in an odd mix of glee and worry
>”A-Anon, please!” she exclaims. “My wings are very sensitive, and I really don’t like them being tou-UCHED!”
“You know, I think I might’ve found a new hobby,” you jest. “It’s so cute to watch you clam up like that.”
>Her cheeks glow crimson as she scours at you
>The latter is replaced with a look of surprise, as you pass over a particularly sensitive spot of her wing

>>26725952
>As you watch her hunch up, you decide to bring a naughty idea to fruition
>You surprise her by suddenly grabbing her around her midriff, and pulling her off of her back
>Once you’ve spun her around, you gingerly put her back onto the ground, and grab both of her wings
>Her body stiffens in fear, but it soon relaxes as you gently fold the feathered extremities back into place
>She then violently trembles as you gingerly rub her outer-facing feathers
>As her breathing starts to strain, you gently slide both of your hands underneath the objects
>You then bend both of your index fingers, and cautiously thrust forward once more
>As your body shifts, your digits begin lightly massaging the underside of her wings
>She coos in response
>You decide to wiggle your fingers slightly to add to her stimulation
>The effort doesn’t seem to be well-appreciated though
>”A-Anon…” she begs
>One more press forward temporarily silences her
>”Please…!”
>Another stroke makes her moan
>”S-s-s-”
>A feeling of guilt runs jolts through you as tears begin to stream down her cheek
>As you go to pull your hands out, before she forces one down with a hoof
>You look down at her in confusion, and she looks up at you with desire
>”...Don’t stop,” she pleads
>...
>Who were you to deny her that?
>With renewed confidence, you press your lips to hers
>She offers no resistance, and instead opens her mouth wide
>As you begin poking around, she lightly moans, and pulls you closer
>She then begins clumsily rocking her hips, and eventually, she matches your pace
>More than once, she nearly grits through your teeth as you pass over the same sensitive spot as before
>But honestly, if she hadn’t caught herself each time, you’re not entirely sure you would’ve missed it
>Right now, all that seemed to matter was Flutter’s happiness
>Speaking of, another idea to increase it suddenly pops into your mind

>>26725956
>She cries out while she falls limp as you gingerly sink your teeth into its tip
>As her wings roughly twitch, you temporarily move your hands out from under them to avoid any damage
>After you lightly tighten your bite, you release her ear, and slip your hands back underneath the extremities
>You go to kiss her again, but the rough buck of her hips jostles your mouth away
>”H-harder Anon,” she pleads
>With a smile, you smash your hips into hers
>And again when she begins wheezing
>Each and every collision brings about a unique gasp from the mare
>And each, in turn, sent a spark of bliss through your nethers
>A desire within you burned to put your mouth to use again
>However, another told you to let Fluttershy breathe a little
>So you satisfy both by latching on to her neck once more
>Not long after, she begins primally thrusting her hips adjacent to yours
>Sensing that her orgasm was fast approaching, you decide to forego her wings, and place your hands at her sides
>”A-Anon…” she wheezes after a few moments. “I’m… I’m….!”
“I know Flutterbutter,” you comfort
>You quickly peck her muzzle to further soothe her
“Just relax and let me do the rest of the work.”
>She tries to force herself to relax, but you can see her muscles tense
>After she convulses a few times, a large wave of her marecum splatters against your crotch
>With a groan, several more torrents wet your lower abdomen
>”C-cumming…” she breathes
>Your dick springs free, as she collapses onto the floor below
>A small stream of her pleasure then trickles from her uncorked sex
>You chuckle at the sight, and then begin searching for a box of tissues
>Unfortunately for you, her orgasm had suspended your impending your impending orgasm
>You soon spot a box resting atop the stand beside her couch
>After you’ve grabbed a handful, you plop down onto the rough cushions, and begin to dry your member
>A yellow hoof soon pushes your hand away, as Fluttershy goes to climb onto your legs

>>26725966
>You watch her cautiously, as she aligns her nethers with your shaft
>She slowly lowers herself atop it, until her hips block her path of descent
>After a slight shudder, she slides herself back up your dick
>As she slides back down your pole, she shifts her body backwards slightly, effectively smushing your phallicness against her inner wall
>You grunt at the added stimulation
>She repeats the motion, albeit in a reversed fashion, as she pulls herself up once more
>Her breathing soon becomes heavy, and yours follows in suit
>However, yours soon becomes far more shallow, as she increases her pace slightly
>Then you begin panting, as she begins moving as fast as she can
>You then close your eyes, and grasp her hips as bliss swells within you
>As you feel yourself nearing your climax, you tighten your grip, and start moving the mare yourself
>Then you begin bucking your hips in time with your arms
>Her commanding position allows you to push your member farther into her box than you could before
>Finally, you feel your dick twitch against her walls
>With a loud groan, you release your load inside her
>Several twitches later, you feel any and all energy you had drain
>In your useless state, you manage to notice Fluttershy’s still-heavy breathing
>You feel a small twinge of guilt over having one more orgasm than her
>Perhaps you’d make it up to her later
>Unfortunately though, you don’t have long to contemplate the “how” aspect of that
>”That… was a mistake…” you hear Flutters mumble
>You groan again as she pulls herself off your member
>She hangs her head as she hops off the couch, and doesn’t seem to mind that a strand of your cum was following her as she walked

Damnit, four pages didn't go nearly as long as I would've liked. Ah well. I suppose I'll go back to writing Mommylestia now.

>>26722616
I'll give you some feedback when I get back home.

I'll also hopefully have my TL;DR version updated soon, so you don't have to slog through 110 pages.

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>>26726114

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Who would date a Mayor?

>>26717875
Pokehidden?

>>26725840
Thanks, might just be a small cold that'll pass quickly.

>>26726114
Hot, but I suspect some drama to follow.
Keep it up!

>>26726785
I'd date the hell out of her. Treat her right.

>>26727236
You can fight that cold with green!

>>26727385
Vegetable soup?

>>26727406
Sure.
I meant updates but yeah, Soups help colds.

>>26727428
I'm fucking with you, man.

>>26726785
ponies with lipstick are weird

but yes

>>26722779
Well, that went from zero to ludicrous really fucking fast.

>Sweetie Belle just starts sneaking up behind colts and licking their genitals and running away giggling
>Scoots sees the prank, thinks it's extra hilarious. Slightly misses the point, does it to fillies.

>had a 40 something woman flirt with me and whisper to me sexy at work tonight

My boner could break concrete. It won't be as erection enducing probably. But there will be shitty luna green tonight.

>>26729014
You can do it, we believe in you.

https://derpibooru.org/1106964

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>butt

>>26726114
>110 pages
Do share.

>>26727236
Here's hoping so.


>>26728508
Should I have done it another way? I wanted a flashback vignette, and flashbacks tend to be sudden and unexpected.

Also can you link me a pastebin of your last story. I wanna read one of your completed stories.

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>>26707428
"Eating lunch."

>"Why are you all alone?"

>Way to go right for a low blow.

"Because I like to be alone."

>Pinkie trots over to where you're sitting.
>She doesn't seem to be deterred, but that's normal for Pinkie.

>"No one really liked to be alone, everyone body needs a somebody."

"I have a somebody, she's just busy."

>Pinkie seems to have her interest peeked.
>Perhaps telling her you have a girlfriend was the wrong move.
>Especially if she finds out who.

>"Oh really? Who is she?"

"None of your beeswax."

>She sits down next you.
>If disgust were a radio wave you'd be broadcasting on all FM channels and a few AM radio stations.

>"I just want to get to know you better anon. You really hurt me when you didn't want to my whole party thing."

"An apology?"

>"Hold on, maybe if I get to know you better,"

>Her hand lands on your knee.

>"I could do something that you'd like more."

>You hate yourself.
>It can't be helped though, her gentle touch is very inviting.
>The stiffening situation almost grasps your reasoning.
>Why is she doing this now?"

"Why are you doing this now?"

>"Because I want to get to know the betta you."

>>26731247
DONT TRUST THAT SLUT ANON!

>>26731531
This, pinkie is a literal whore.

Oh shit, page 9? Why!?

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>>26732277

Not enought little girls to fiddle

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>>26732519

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>>26732527

Last page guy, the nexts pages can't be posted here.

>>26732547
Source?

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>>26732527
I spy with my little eye a tiny little twi-butt

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>>26693298
Fuckin' hell, Anon

>>26732519
>>26732527
>>26732547
Where can we read this? You can't just leave us with this alone.
Source it!

>>26733594
It has only 6 pages.

The rests
http://img.pbooru.com//images/305/40ebcda71c98b3b0b58ff39ff943b596.jpeg?304373
http://img.pbooru.com//images/305/7f4829bed34bdb74c325d29d22e6c66d.jpeg?304374
http://img.pbooru.com//images/305/a4b149d4454484c0451e9ca59dbbd43c.jpeg?304375

and the cover http://img.pbooru.com//images/305/00bdaec5960a9ef941b3e6e08910f926.jpeg?304372

>>26733689

We need more mlp lolicon comics in this fandom. I blame derpibooru for the lack of that content

>>26733743
Nah, artists that make comics are really rare, it's fucking difficult.

>>26733837
Speaking from experience, comics aren't so much hard to make, but rather hard to format correctly.

And I meant like an actual comic, stacking pictures on top of each other doesn't count.

>>26686683
With the 2nd to last pastebin link, what does 'ska' mean?

>>26734682
The music genre.

>>26730859
would poke gently with ponos
>>26732552
sad panda

>>26734911
I see... tell me this: how does that even describe anon? It's not exactly an adjective

>>26735093
In the story Anon has a Ska band, thus the name.

>>26735145
Oh I see... sadface

>>26732547
>Celestia's 'cloth'
I love these. It's like casual nudity, but there was a little attempt concealing features.

This thread is dead

We are just waiting for green.
Some of it is viral and infectious.

Waiting for updates is a pain, which is why they try to encourage more writers on the thread.

>>26735916
This was suppose to reply to this: >>26735881

>>26735881
Surprise, bitch.

>>26711041
>As soon as they meet your eyes, Sweetie Belle sighs, and Scootaloo bolts down the stairs.
>You jump from off the bed; waking up Applebloom, then hop over the handrail, giving chase.
>”Huh, wha..?” Says Applebloom, still half sleep.
>”Scootaloo was filming you and Anon sleep.” Says Sweetie Belle, clearly interested in the situation.
>After you make your way downstairs, you see Scootaloo running into the lobby and follow her.
>Before you can enter however, you hear a loud thud, and Scootaloo groaning in pain.
“Oh, shit.”
>You rush into the kitchen, expecting her to have hit her head with the cabinet.
>Instead, you find Applebloom standing over her, shaking her fist.
>You look at Scootaloo, then at Applebloom and raise an eyebrow.
>”’Sup.” She says, before taking Scootaloo’s phone.
>After patching up her nose, you sit her down at the couch to give her as much shit as you can.
>…
>Goddammit, and you said you wouldn’t do it.
“Okay so, any particular reason you were filming us, besides the really fucking weird ones I’m thinking of?” You say while pointing at Applebloom.
>”I, um… kinda wanted to get back at you for yesterday..?” Scootaloo meekly says.
>”You do know how petty that is, right?” Says Applebloom.
“What about you?” You say towards Sweetie Belle, who’s standing near the doorway.
>”I had nothing better to do, to be honest.”
>You look at Applebloom, who shrugs.
“Well, that answers buttfuck nothing…”
>You turn your attention back to Scootaloo, who’s trying to make a run for it.
“So, I don’t expect you to get back at me by just recording me, what were you planning to do?”
>”Well, I… was going to tell people you couldn’t sleep, so you got Applebloom to sleep with you.” Scootaloo says, before chuckling nervously.

>>26735955
>You turn to Applebloom, who’s reacting as you expected.
>As in, she facepalming.
“Well, at least you weren’t going to post it anywhere.” You say, turning back to Scootaloo.
>To which she replies by shuffling in place and clearing her throat.
“Why do I even bother…” You mutter to yourself.
>“Oh come on, what’s the worst that could have happened?” Scootaloo says, defending herself.
>”Worst thing that coulda happened is that... You know what, nevermind.” Applebloom says before cutting herself off.
>What the hell is she talking abo—oooooh.
>Yeah, somehow that completely slipped your mind.
>”Wait, what does she mean?” Asks Sweetie Belle.
“Nothing, don’t worry about it.” You say, trying to save face.
>Sweetie Belle looks at Scootaloo, who makes a pumping motion with her arm.
>”Oh! Y-yeah, that would’ve been bad.” She says, starting to blush.
>Well, this just got extremely awkward.
>Quick, think of s—wait, what time is it?
>You turn around to check the clock, and see it says it’s half past 4 in the afternoon.
>So, half past one.
“Okay, let’s just… pretend this conversation never happened, okay? Just delete the video and be done with it.”
>”Yeah, that may be the best idea.” Says Applebloom, going through Scootaloo’s phone.
>After deleting it, she hands her phone back.
“Well, now that that’s over with, I think it’s time I drive you gals back.” You say.
>To which you’re treated to a trio of disappointed “Awwws”.
“Hey, if you want to be here when Scootaloo’s folks show up.”
>”…Shit, he’s right.” Says Scootaloo.
>”Okay, we’ll go get our stuff, then we’re out.” Says Applebloom.
>She and Sweetie Belle go up the stairs, and you turn back to Scootaloo.
“You going to be okay?” You say, pointing at her nose.
>”Yeah, I had worse, don’t worry. I’ll just say I’ll slipped, or something.”

>>26735973
“Alright, tell them I’ll be waiting on the car.”
>”Will do.” Replies Scootaloo.
>You raise your hand for a fist bump, which Scootaloo accepts.
“Try not to do shit like this anymore.”
>”I don’t make promises I won’t keep, you know?” She replies.

Fucking formatting.

And that's not all I have for tonight, but since I already wrote I decided I may as well post it.

If you guy's are intested in cyoa's then here's one that might catch your interests.

Colt Quest

It's a cyoa of a trap colt who's fleeing his evil step-parents and teams up with a mage who also is a pimp. It's a foalcon quest with a story and is rather good.

Archive:
https://www.anonpone.com/coltquest/

In the current thread Emerald (the trap colt) and Ruby (a tomboy thief) are on board a pirate ship that is about to attack another vessel.

Active thread:
>>26699694

>>26736023
>It's a cyoa of a trap colt who's fleeing his evil step-parents and teams up with a mage who also is a pimp.

Sounds like suburban white kids on Reddit.

>>26737095
>Sounds like suburban white kids on Reddit.

I'm not sure what that means, but I will say that the cyoa is better than the description I wrote.

>>26727236
Is senpai killed?
Senpai isn't killed is he?

>>26737265
Apparently you haven't been around enough psychopathic and sociopathic suburban white kids that squander their time on Reddit complaining about these tropes. This is coming from someone that laughs along with others as we laugh at the petty garbage their kids are whinging about. It's all good times until they steal our phones and crash our cars.

>>26738131
>you haven't been around enough psychopathic and sociopathic suburban white kids

You are probably right.

Still unsure how that pertains to Colt Quest though. Other than perhaps a few of the tropes displayed in my description of it.

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>>26730901
I thought the flashback was fine, seemed to fit with what little I've heard about having sudden flashbacks.

>>26735916
I see what you did there.

>>26738087
I can not die, Anon, not as long as the hopes and boners of beautiful people like you throb with burning purpose!
>mfw

I've been a little distracted lately. There's another project of mine that I haven't touched in a very long time and it's starting to get on my nerves.
I might have to split my time between here and this other project until I've made some headway on that one.
Also, I'm very tired.

>>26738392
Other project? What is it?

>>26738442
I'm kinda hesitant to say too much, Anon.
I'm writing on 4chan under a different name to keep my projects separate, not that I don' trust you my love, I'm just worried what people from my other project would say if they found out about what kind of things I've been writing about here.
And they might come here and tell me to work on that project instead.
I dunno, maybe I'm just being needlessly paranoid?

It is a mlp-related fanfic though, I'll say that much.

>>26738609
Ah ok. if its under another name, Then you should keep it secret.
Its understandable.

Night Bump

>>26739845
>the literal succubus tries to have the high moral ground.

Anyone remembers the original prompt I wrote for the Applebloom story? I remember some of it, but I think I'm missing a big chunk from it.

>>26735973
>You walk outside and go to your car.
>Once you’re inside, you turn on the radi— goddammit, this song again?
>You turn off the radio in frustration, and simply wait for the girls.
>After a while, Applebloom and Sweetie Belle step out, each carrying a backpack.
>You step out of the car and flip your seat forward.
“Wait, whose house is closer?”
>”Mine.” Responds Sweetie Belle.
“Then you should sit in the front.”
>Applebloom groans, but sits in the back anyhow.
>After everyone is sit, you start the engine, and put the car into gear.
>Before you can hit the gas however, Applebloom taps your shoulder.
>”Maybe you should take it easy this time, Sweetie Belle gets carsick easily.”
>”I do not!” Sweetie Belle protests.
>You raise an eyebrow to her, then step on the gas.
>This makes Sweetie Belle immediately latch into your arm and the armrest.
>After bringing the car to a stop again, you look at her.
“You sure you don’t want me to take it easy?”
>”You know what? A relaxing drive does sound good after all!” She replies.
“Thought so.”
>You drive forward, bringing the car to a stop in the intersection.
“So, where’s your house?” You say to Sweetie Belle.
>”Actually, we should go to my sister’s boutique first.” She replies.
“I still need directions…” You say.
>”Oh right. First go straight for, like, four blocks, then turn right and go straight for another two blocks, then right, then go straight for another six blocks, then hang a left, then a right, the—“
“Jesus titties, okay, stop. Just… just tell me when to make a turn, okay?”
>”Well, that’ll work too, I guess.”

>>26740141
>After going around in circles for half an hour, calling Rarity to get correct directions, going in circles again, and then making a correct set of directions from Sweetie Belle’s and Rarity’s you finally get to the boutique.
>Sweetie Belle opens the door, then turns around to get her backpack.
>After grabbing it, she drums her fingers in the roof of your car, seemingly trying to work out something.
>”So, um, sorry about, you know, making that situation more awkward that it already was.”
>You wave your hand dismissively.
”Ah, come on, it wasn’t that big of a deal.”
>Applebloom grabs onto the seat and brings herself forward to say something, but you turn around and glare at her.
>Applebloom seems to get the message and plops back down on her seat.
>Sweetie Belle sighs in relief.
>”Oh good, I thought I messed up pretty bad back there.”
“Nah, it was already awkward as balls anyhow, don’t worry.”
>”Well, that’s good, then!” She says, before looking back.
>”I should probably go inside before Rarity starts to worry. See you on Monday, Applebloom!”
>”See ya!” Applebloom replies.
>Sweetie Belle turns around and walks to the door.
>She waves you both goodbye, and walks into Rarity’s boutique.
>As soon as she does that, Applebloom grabs into the seats again, and brings herself forward.
>”’Wasn’t that big of a deal’?”
“Look, if you want to explain to her how explaining the implications of me having sex with you are weird, then go right ahead.”
>Applebloom blushes, then moves up to the front seat.
>”You’re right, sorry.”
>Both of you sit still for a couple seconds.
>You sigh, then turn your head towards her.
“Look, ‘Bloom, this morni—afternoon, whatever, was weird for everyone, how about we go get some burgers, take this thing for a couple spins and never talk about this again?”
>Applebloom thinks about what you said for a moment, then looks at you, smiling.
>”Sure, I can do that.”

>>26740148
>After doing all of the above, you carefully pull up to Applejack’s house.
>And by “Carefully”, you mean “Barreled down a gravel road at 50 kilometers per hour, then drifted the car into a stop”.
“Ha! Told you I could do it, you owe me twenty bucks.”
>”Jokes on you, I’ve got no money.” Applebloom replies.
>Dammit.
“You still owe me money, whether you have it or not.”
>”Do ya have any debt hounds in mind, then?” She says as a joke.
“…You know, for some reason the first thing that came to mind was Snips and Snails.”
>”Well… they do have the “Those two guys” thing down, if that’s what yer goin’ for.”
>You hum in confirmation, then unbuckle your seatbelt.
“Eh, I’ll just tell your sister to give me a raise, that should cover it.”
>”You’d have an easier time convincin’ me.”
“I know.” You say while stepping out of the car.
>Applebloom does the same, then follows you to the door.
“I didn’t hit any windows, did I? I kicked up a shit load of gravel.”
>Applebloom looks around, then shakes her head.
>”Nah, you’re good.”
>You both step inside and greet Mac, who’s sitting on the dinner table.
“Well, I oughta go and fix your sister’s truck. See you tomorrow, ‘Bloom.”
>”See ya, then.” She says, before hugging you.
>You return the hug, then wave her goodbye before she heads upstairs.
>You turn around to see Mac looking at you with a raised eyebrow.
“Really, dude?” You say, defending yourself.
>Mac scratches the back off his neck, then goes back to eating.
>You walk outside, then go to the garage and knock on the door.
>”C’mon in!” You hear Applejack say from inside.
>You open the door and see Applejack still working on her truck.
“Jesus, that thing’s still fucked?”
>”I can’t get it to stay in place.” Says Applejack, before getting up.

>>26740152
>”I don’t get it, it worked perfectly until now.”
“Maybe you’re not using enough zip ties.” You say sarcastically.
>Applejack looks pensive for a second, then nods her head.
“That was a joke, Jack.”
>”Wha— Oh, I wasn’t thinking of that, I was tryin’ to figure out why did you bring Applebloom here.”
“Well, first: your truck’s fucked, so, you know, she didn’t have anyone else to call, and second: I had to babysit them because Scootaloo’s folk weren’t in town, and they had Sweetie Belle as assigned cook.”
>Applejack looks somber for a second.
“Yeah, I know. By the way, if she asks, you didn’t hear this from me.”
>”Wait, so you spend all night with them?”
“Yep.”
>”Did… anything happen?”
>You throw your hands in the air in frustration.
“Why does everyone in this family think I want to fuck your sister?”
>”No, no, it’s not that—it’s just that…”
“’It’s just that’..?”
>Applejack sighs.
>”I figured that, you know, since you’re both into cars an’ stuff, you may be able to… you know.”
>…Wait, what?
“Wait, so you want me to hook up with your sister?”
>”Yes, darn it, what’s so hard to understand?”
“Well, first and foremost, she’s like ten.”
>”She’s not ten, Anon.”
“And second, your brother will literally break me in half if I did that.”
>”Nah, Mac’s a big softy, I’m sure he’ll be happy she found someone.”
“Okay, fine, but why me?”
>”Applebloom’s getting to the age where she may start to be interested in boys, and I don’t want her to be with some jackass who wouldn’t know hard work if it kicked ‘im in the mouth.”
“And yet, you’re talking to me.”

>>26740165
Okay, now I'm done.

>>26738392
I only know what an acid flashback is like. Though I based the scene more from what I think a PTSD flashback would be like than what I've experienced.

>Also dat pic.

>>26740601
I mentioned before how a story I wrote stuck close to home for a guy with PTSD, the same guy gave me some pointers about how it is to live with it, specifically about things like hallucinations and flashbacks.
Pretty much anything that can be associated with the cause of your PTSD can trigger an attack. Scents, sounds, even a color, as long as it is something closely connected with the event.
Depending on how strong the trigger is, the worse the flashback.
He even told me that a really powerful trigger (like if Apple Bloom would see a picture of her rapist, or worse, meet him) could send someone into a catatonic state.
They would be completely deaf to the world around them, lost in the memory as they relive it as clearly as the day it happened; smells, sensations, all of it would come back. It can last for a few seconds or several hours. They wouldn't be able to hear you if you tried to speak to them. Hell, even if you walked up and broke their arm, they wouldn't notice, not even flinch.
They can also sometimes sense the "anniversary" of the event unconsciously, like an internal clock, and will feel more and more terrible as that day approaches.
If they only have a vague idea of the date of the event, it might not be so bad aside from some melancholy. But if they know the exact date, they might spiral into depression and more fierce hallucinations during that day and probably for a while after.

It was some pretty heavy stuff, and though I was thankful for his pointers and more than willing to lend him an ear to get it off of his chest, it did make me feel kinda bad for accidentally hitting so close to something that troubled him so deeply.

But like I said, you hit it pretty spot on as well, if I understand him correctly. (His English wasn't the best, but I think I got what he was saying well enough.)

>>26740905
That is the idea I've gotten from it from other people as well. I've never met anyone who has had super vivid ones, that send them into a catatonic state, but I can imagine it is possible. I don't think I want to bring AB to that level, however I do want to make that a central focus of the story. However the anniversary part intrigues me, and it makes perfect sense. Humans put a lot of emphasis on the cyclical idea of years. Perhaps I'll work something like that into the story. Thanks for the pointers mate.

>>26722794
>Be Fem
>Be sitting under a tree in the park across town from the market.
>Be munching on a surprisingly delicious apple.
>Man this had to be the best day you’ve had yet in horseland.
>Sure Twi kind of forced you out of your comfort zone, but things went much better than you thought.
>Yah finding the market was kind of a fluke chance.
>You had no idea where you were going.
>The only time you wandered these streets was in the dead of night.
>And the market street looked like any other street in this town.
>But you know, you’d have found food sooner or later.
>And this meal just so happened to be the best kind; free.
>You mind drifted back to the awkward encounter that brought you these fruit.
>That cute little pony that looked like she was having a seizure when you approached her.
>Maybe she was scared of you… and didn’t know how to express the emotion.
>But no… that couldn’t be.
>She was brave enough to approach you.
>And kind enough to welcome you, like only one other had.
>But was modest enough to not make a scene and impromptu party invitation.
>That pink one could choke on a dick.
>Probably will be the way she dies anyway.
>You sit back against the tree, giggling to yourself, imagining just such a scenario.
>A little apple sputter from your mouth, as your chuckle grows to a fit of laughter.
“And the headline reads: Pink Party Pony Pronounced Plowed”
>Yep that garnered an odd look from a passerby.
>But fuck other people’s thoughts.
>That was essentially your motto in life.
>Well the one you tried to keep to the most.

>>26741487
>It had gotten you further than most of those mopey, feeley, bitches from your past.
>Even if your highest paying job back on Earth was manager of a Zumiez shop.
>You didn’t need to care about how others felt, cuz what good would that do you?
>Ahhh yah… but where were you again?
>Yes, that adorable thing that was pounding her head when you passed by.
>Ehhhh, you couldn’t guess.
>But she did talk to you, and you talked back to her.
>So now you can tell Twilight something that actually happened to you.
>Instead of making up some bullshit like how you didn’t walk away from the pink one as fast as you could.
>You throw away your second apple core, and dig around in the bag for another.
>Pulling out another crimson orb of delicious satisfaction, you take a large bite.
>Yah know, that one was also very generous.
>7 apples, just because she wanted to greet me.
>That’s an awful odd number of apples to give a new person.
>Like she just pushed a bunch into a bag.
>Also she wasn’t the best at composing words… maybe here nerves were getting to her, you know, talking to the “monster”.
>Errrr, yah, probably.
>But still, if she was kind enough to give you such a treat, you should probably do something for her too one day.
>Well stopping by her stand tomorrow might be a good start.
>And you did sort of mention to her that you’d visit again tomorrow.
“Yah, Immah figure out what makes her tick.” You quietly muse to yourself.
>Not like you had anything else in the world to occupy your time with
>Though you had just gotten to the part in your book where the Griffin wanderer broke his wing deep in tribal pony lands.
>And the ponies in the book weren’t nearly as friendly as the ponies in this town.
>Though the Griffin wanderer did mention that it was custom to hunt ponies that wandered into their territory.
>But there were three-hundred-year old tales.
>Though you have yet to see a griffin in these pony lands.

>>26741492
>And it might justify the ponies’ fearfulness of outsiders.
>Maybe this world did operate by some rules you could understand.
>But then there was this absolutely amazing apple you were munching on.
>And it’s only late Spring.
>If memory served you right, apples are a Fall fruit
>And ponies didn’t have a globalized economy that could transport apples across the globe to be given away for free.
“Fuckin magic” you mutter, taking another bite.
>A few bites later, and your third apple core is tossed to the side.
>Deciding you’ve had enough for now, you collect your bag and stand up.
>A quick stretch later, and you’re on your way back home.
>You know, aside from the obvious stares, this wasn’t that bad a day.
>Then it hits you, like a shriek in the night.
>Only this is the late afternoon.
>”MONSTER!!!!!”
>You turn your head, stopping for a second.
“God damn it…”
>It’s some pony with a rose on her ass, running full gait away from you.
>Well only one pony who cried monster.
>Still though, you didn’t let it affect you… much.
>Ok, so maybe you did care just a little what others thank.
>But you’d be damned if you let it get to you.
>But you’d still gunna go out tonight, gunna knock over a vase in front of the flower shop too.
>Damn horses wear their occupation on their ass.
>All your ass had was a pimple or two.
>Maybe you’ll get a tattoo.
>Wait, this town as no tattoo parlor.
>Errr… could probably get sparkle butt to magic one on me.
>You think for a second.
>You don’t even know what you’d want.
“Meh, just no pussy bullshit.”
>It’ll come to you in time.

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Well that's what I've got for tonight. Sorry about the shorter-than-usual length of this update, but I sort of got caught up in other things, and distracted. More to come in the near future!

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>>26741497
femanon sounds like worthless trash.

>>26686683
bump

Requesting a GILF Pinkie as the "sexual predator" of the neighborhood

>>26741780
I love it

>>26743185

>>26743734

Bumping for future updates.

>>26686683
bump