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Tomboy thread 2.0

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>>27213406
No paste bins that I know of, any writefags still here?
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>>27348550
Last thread was a good
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>>27348791
No writefags yet...
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>In the name of EQG EDITION
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>>27350787
If it's in her name then no wonder it's dead :^)
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>>27348550
If JeffMango is still here, fuck you for Traplight.
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>>27348550
Aww yiss, we're alive.
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>>27351683
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rZQ_WBiyFDk
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Bumpan
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>>27350502
>>27353415
>>27354680
You should delete your bumps after raising the thread.
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>>27351683
Pastebin? I only have one Traplight strory ,but that's written by CONQ ,called "The librarian".
To bad I don't have a link to that pastebin.
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>>27356474
>Part 1
http://pastebin.com/qU90T9fG
>Part 2
http://pastebin.com/U41EtFwC
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Guess I'll use my trip and be a fag now. More story coming in about an hour!
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>>27357222
Noice.
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>>27348550
>tfw my fetish is tomboy and impregnation.
>tfw no story where you rape dash and then see her belly and tits swell over time...
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Story so far: http://pastebin.com/iPx8q268

>Indigo raises an eyebrow
>"Not bring up... what?"
"Like, any of it. Any of what happened last night."
>"Any of it? Like the part where you only brought her for us to laugh at?"
"Yeah... yeah, especially that."
>"That's fucked up, dude."
"I know. But I don't want her to..."
>"To what? To know how bad you tried to fuck her over?"
"I didn't!"
>"You didn't? Then why'd you invite her?"
"I don't know! I thought it'd make her happy!"
>"You thought being made fun of would make her happy?"
"No! I didn't want to make fun of her!"
>"Then why'd you bring her?"
"I don't know, okay!"
>You're raising your voice much higher than you should, and people are starting to stare
>Indigo takes a step back
>"You alright, dude?"
"I'm fine! I'm fine, seriously, just... please. Don't tell her."
>Your friend sighs, shaking her head
>"Alright, dude. I won't. But only because you should."
"Hell no. She'd hate me."
>"Um, yeah. That's kinda the point. And besides, why do you care? I thought you hated her."
"Things have... changed a bit, I guess."
>"Changed? Oh Jesus, dude. You're fucking her, aren't you?"
"What? No!"
>Indigo clearly doesn't believe you
"I'm not! I swear! I just feel bad for her, I guess. It's like she doesn't know any better."
>"Doesn't know any better? That's cold."
"I don't mean it like that. She's just not good with people, I guess. I want to help her now."
>"And you thought last night was... helping?"
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>>27358523
>You turn away, watching the girls line up near the finish line
>Dash catches you watching, and waves you over
>You start to head towards the central field, with Indigo following you
"I thought it would. I didn't want it to go down like that."
>"Then why didn't you tell me? Holy shit, dude. You want to boost this girl's spirit, and you invite her over to make fun of her? That's..."
"I know."
>"You clearly don't. If you wanted to help her, you just had to tell me. That's bad-sitcom levels of stupid."
"I know, okay? I know! I fucked up!"
>Reaching the field, you lean against the bleachers, kicking at the dirt
"I just want to fix it."
>"And you think you'll fix it by pretending it never happened?"
"I dunno."
>"Yeah you do."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
>Indigo raises an eyebrow
"Okay, yeah, you're right. But how the hell do I tell her? She'll hate me."
>"Probably. But are you gonna act like you don't deserve it?"
"I was trying to help her!"
>"Sure. And you fucked up royally. You hurt the poor girl pretty bad. And you're only gonna hurt her worse by pretending it never happened. So..."
"Yeah, yeah."
>Indigo slaps your shoulders
>"There we go."

>Dash waves to you again just before the race begins
>You wave back, trying to keep your expression positive
>Indigo's right, you need to tell her
>But just the thought curls your stomach into knots
>She's not going to take it well; doesn't take a genius to figure that out
>But why should you care?
>You never cared about what she thought of you before
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>>27358603
This hypocritical bitch
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Does it necessarily have to be Rainbow dash in these threads?
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>>27358603
>Why start now?
>You always thought she -- or he, at the time -- was kind of a cunt
>But, well, after this...
>Maybe you were the shitty person the entire time
>Man, now there's an unpleasant thought
>You plop down on the bleachers just as the starter pistol's shot cracks the air, sending the racers surging forward
>Dash takes a quick and easy lead, blasting ahead of the competition
>You actually feel a little proud of her
>Maybe there is more to this than just not wanting to be the piece of shit you thought Dash was
>Over the past two days, you have started to actually care about her, just a little bit
>Come to think of it... you might be the only one who does
>Indigo clearly just wants to laugh at her, if last night is any indication and the entirety of the track teams dislikes her
>And even if she was just as much a part of last night as you were, she's still right
>You can't keep lying to her about this
>As soon as the race ends, you'll tell her
>And it looks like it'll be ending soon...

>Dash finishes the quarter-mile a good two seconds ahead of the rest of the competition
>Which may not sound like much, but it's actually pretty goddamn impressive
>Her huge ego might be slightly warranted, much as you dislike it

Need to run to finish an errand, will be back with more soon.
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>>27358726
You can allways turn other characters into tomboys as long as they have a dscent reason
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>>27358874
>You will never make the admittedly more-manly-than-you-farmgirl feel like a true woman for a night
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>>27358973
Pfft. Sure, Anon. Lemme tell ya how'd that go.

"I-I'm gonna turn you into a woman tonight, s-slut!
>"Pardon?"
"I said I will teach you that I'm the t-true man!"
>"If yet tryin'a piss me off, it's workin'..."
"You'll be moaning my name when I'm throu-"
>decked in the face
>"Y'all best not finish that sentence if you don't want somethin' else broken."
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>>27358603
Suddenly Indigo seems more decent person than Anon.
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Still waiting for a green about tsundere bully.
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>>27359389
>"Now, lemme show you how a REAL cowgirl rides it. An' if'n you finish before me there'll be Hell to pay."
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>>27359389
Anon, let me tell you of a farmlass co-worker I had at my wagecuck job.

Made horribly lewd and crude jokes with her all the time because she was a Christmas Cake Virgin. Including one about her being on the receiving end of a stallion she owned. She found the fact I tried shit like that hilarious and we became drinking buddies until she moved away.

Her and her family is from Ohio, where bestiality is legal. I bet she was an actual horsefucker and that's why she was so receptive.
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>>27358842
>She doubles over, sweat pouring from her body
>When she straightens back up, she's grinning like an idiot
>You swallow the lump forming in your throat, and begin to jog towards her
>Wait, is this really a good idea?
>Should you really break this to her during such a triumphant moment?
>Maybe it'd be better to wait?
>Your gait begins to slow
>No, you should get this over with now
>While she stretches and runs her cool down, you can explain it
>That way you won't be dropping it on her when the two of you are stuck in the car together, right?
>Just as you're about to reach her, however, a girl you haven't seen before appears at her side
>She looks about a year older, with a tall, lean, muscled runner's build and bright, windswept orange hair
>You're too far to listen in on their conversation, and they almost immediately begin jogging in the opposite direction as Dash begins her cool-down

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>You arch your back, doubling over as sweat washes over your arms, chest, and down your face
>Your lungs fill with the crisp fall air as you pant, your body slowly cooling down from the exertion
>You did it!
>You won!
>And not barely, too, you fucking swept the rest of them!
>After nearly dying the night before!
>If that isn't awesome, you don't know what is!
>Straightening up, you shut your eyes and allow the sun to beat down on your face, soaking in your triumph
>You haven't felt this good in a long time...
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>>27359837
>"Hey!"
>Just as you're about to head off for your cool-down jog, an unfamiliar voice calls out to you
>You turn, finding a girl you haven't met before chasing you down
>She's built like a runner, and is wearing a jersey of a team you haven't heard of before
>Judging by the flashy design, though, it's probably for a select league
>Immediately, your curiosity is piqued
"Hey."
>You're still slightly out of breath, but try your best not to appear winded in front of this new girl
>The girl matches your pace, jogging alongside you
>"That was pretty impressive. How long you been runnin'?"
"Like, forever, I guess. I dunno, I guess it comes naturally."
>The new girl chuckles
>"Right, right. Of course. So, you're on a highschool team, right?"
"Yeah. For now."
>"Heh. I like the attitude."
>The girl jogs ahead of you, and you increase your pace to keep up
>"My name's Spitfire. You ever hear of the Wonderbolts?"
"Oh! Yeah! I used to hear about you guys all the time! I thought you disbanded, though."
>"Eh, we've been off and on. Soarin and I want to try and get the team back together, though."
"Y-yeah?"
>"And we're looking for some new talent, of course..."
"Y-yeah?"
>You start inching towards Spitfire without really meaning to
>"And, maybe we could use some younger, fresher runners..."
"Yeah? Yeah?"
>"Who we could train up a bit, of course."
"Yyyyyyeeeeeeaaaaahhhh?"
>You're barely inches from Spitfire's face now, waiting for her to say the words
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>>27360046
>Dashie is gonna be a Wonderbolt
>it's the greatest day of her life
>something's going to happen later that's so terrible that it'll completely undo all the emotional highs
oh my god i don't think i'm ready for this mango ride
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>>27360046
>"So, do you think you'd like to--"
"Yes! Of course, yes! Yes! That'd be so awesome!"
>You face breaks into a girlish squeak, but you're too excited to be embarrassed
>Spitfire grins, seemingly unperturbed by your proximity
>"Well, that's good to hear. I got your contact info from the director, so I'll send you some more details later. You free tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow? Free? Totally! Yeah, totally free! Totally free tomorrow!"
>"Awesome! I'll give you the address. We practice on the university fields, if you know where they are."
"Yeah! I know exactly where they are!"
>You brush your hair out of your eyes, going into full-on ramble mode
"I used to always dream about running on them when I was little. Actually, heh, I kinda tried to sneak in once, to practice, and pretend I was on an actual team, you know? But the lights came on by themselves, like I guess there was a motion detector or something, and I got so freaked out, and--"
>You cut yourself off, a little embarrassment finally showing through in the form of two little red blotches appearing on your cheeks
"But, um, yeah. Heh. I know where they are."
>"Sweet! I'll see you there tomorrow, alright?"

Will be back later.
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>>27360794
>The Wondercucks are going to haze Dashie
no
please no
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>>27362763
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>>27360794
Something bad is gonna happen.
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>>27364229
Yes
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>>27359474
Im just gonna shill real quick
http://pastebin.com/iQczRfsh
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I miss the Tsundere threads
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>>27364785
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>>27359389
Is this Anon somehow related to Flutterbutter?
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>>27365295
Nah, this is just the average Anon from /mlp/ who claims he would make a tomboy "feel like a woman" and tries to do it.
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>>27365946
Did she put her hand inside a melted candle?
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>>27366679
That's a crudely drawn mug of ale.
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>>27358842
Keep going, senpai.
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>>27360794
Gibe da moar b0ss.
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>>27367693
>>27368219
Soon. Drove back to my parents' house to be there for my little brother's graduation party, will have more as soon as the festivities end.
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Quick pre-writing bump.
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>>27360794
"Yeah! Definitely!"
>Spitfire extends her hand and you grab ahold of it, nodding your agreement

***

>"Anon! Dude, Anon!"
>Rainbow sprints out from the treeline, flying toward you at a break-neck pace
>And then she actually fucking *hugs* you
>It's not a girly, dainty, elbows-in-and-no-chest-contact hug
>It's a full-on, rib-cracking, bro hug
>And the momentum of it nearly knocks you backwards
>"I got accepted to a new team!"
>You finally find your feet, sucking air into your almost-crushed lungs
"You... huh?"
>Dash gets that "I'm about to talk about myself for hours at length and there's nothing you can do to stop me" look on her face, and you prepare yourself to weather the storm

>"And she really wants me to join! She says I have a *ton* of natural talent!"
"That's awesome."
>"Exactly what I said! I mean, I knew I was good, and you knew I was good, but to have someone like her know I'm good? It's so cool! I'm gonna be on a real team!"
>She victory-punches the air for what feels like the fiftieth time
>"You're excited for me, right dude?"
"Of course."
>"I mean, it means I won't get to be on the team with you anymore, but..."
>She coughs
>"I mean, hey. We can still hang out, right?"
"Oh, uh... I mean, I guess."
>She pulls the door to your car open, and hops inside
>"We didn't leave anything at the hotel, right? We can just head home?"
"Oh, yeah."
>You get in the driver's seat and start the engine
"Let's head home."
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>>27372210
>inb4 NeighFlix and chill
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>>27372210

>"But seriously though."
>After ten minutes of uncharacteristic silence, Dash speaks up again
>"Like... I'd be kinda cool with it, you know... if we started hanging out. Maybe a bit more."
"Yeah?"
>You can almost hear Indigo's voice whispering in your ear
>Tell her, dammit
>"Yeah. I mean... I know it's kinda weird. You didn't like me that much before, right?"
"Was it that obvious?"
>"I mean... you hit me pretty hard."
"I sure did. Sorry about that, by the way."
>She waves it away
>"Eh. I hit you way harder, and like a dozen more times."
>She chuckles, and you furrow your brow
"I was going easy on you."
>"And you were just pretending to get your nose broken too, right?"
"It wasn't *broken.* Just a little smushed."
>"Right. Just a little smushed. Just like Batman's back was "a little sore" after he fought Bane."
"Oh please. If we're talking comics, I'd have done way worse if I were actually trying. You know that part in Injustice? Where Superman kills the Joker?"
>Dash blows a raspberry
>"Oh, please. You're seriously gonna compare yourself to Superman?"
"Against you, sure."
>"Alright, wise guy. If you're Superman, I'm easily Darkseid."
"The guy who got whooped by Batman?"
>"That was bullshit, and you know it. HURR, HE HAD PREP TIME."
>She rolls her eyes
>"So fucking lame..."
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>>27372468
"Your opinion is literal trash. Batman is the best."
>"I mean, he's cool. But Superman is infinitely better."
"Ha, yeah, no. Wow, look at me, I'm perfect!"
>"He's not perfect! Are you retarded, dude?"
"Then name one flaw."
>"Kryptonite?"
"Bullshit."
>"You have no idea what you're talking about. Besides, he's awesome! Batman's always wallowing in his own shitty feelings. Superman knows what he wants, and he fights like hell to achieve it. So much cooler."
"If you're like ten, yeah."
>Dash cackles, smacking you in the arm
>"Oh, fuck off!"
>She continues laughing, squirming to find a more comfortable spot in her seat
>For a moment, something feels... off, somehow
>Then you realize: you're actually enjoying being with Dash
>Like, legitimately enjoying it
>It's like you drove through some radiation cloud or something and ended up in the Twilight Zone
>"But yeah, dude. No joke. I'm gonna be serious for a moment."
"Oh?"
>"Like... I dunno. I feel like I should thank you. Is that crazy?"
>You nearly swallow your own tongue
"Thank me?"
>"Yeah. It's stupid, right? Like, Friday night... that was legit one of the worst nights of my life."
"I'm sorry."
>"Huh?"
"I didn't apologize properly for that. I'm sorry. For teasing you, and making you... you know."
>"Yeah... but still. I feel like I've... I dunno, learned a lot about me. You forced me to run as a girl, even if you didn't mean to. And because of that, well... you know. I've got a lot to look forward to now."
>She sucks in her breath, shivering in excitement
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>>27372721
What a bunch of nerds.
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>>27372721
>"I guess, like... even if you didn't like me, and even if you didn't mean to... you made shit a lot better. After that party, everyone was smiling at me today. Some of them even said they hoped I'd come by again. It just... it felt super good, I dunno. And I feel like we've kinda... kinda gotten to know each other a bit better. And I hope we hang out more."
>You bit your tongue, the tip of the muscle caught between your incisors
"I, um... shit, Dash."
>"Ha! I'm being super gay, aren't I?"
I mean... damn. I don't know what to say. I, uh... I think you're giving me way more credit than I deserve."
>"Oh, definitely. I did all the heavy lifting. But I'm in a pretty good mood, so I'll share a little of the glory with you, 'kay?"
>She pokes you again, waiting for a response
>You smile, letting go of the wheel for a moment to whack her back
"Wow. So generous."
>She grabs the aux cable
>"Hell yeah. So, in return for my generosity... may I?"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xS62zFXDLzw

>You never thought Dragonforce could be so relaxing
>Nor did you think any one person could have such an extensive collection of Power Metal ballads
>Dash cycles through one after the other, and the lull of distorted power chords and piano choruses seems to sweep the rest of the trip by in what feels like minutes
>Who'd have thought songs about dragons and ancient warriors could be so relaxing?
>In all honestly, you probably fell asleep once or twice at the wheel, but the interstate is deserted
>It isn't until you're pulling up closer to the Canterlot city limits that you remember
>You still haven't told her
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>>27373125
>You glance over at Dash, who's slumped peacefully in her seat, watching the darkened scenery flash past her window
>Her bare feet are propped upon the dashboard, with her shoes in her lap
"Hey. Dash."
>"Yeah? What's up, dude?"
>She yawns, stretching as much as she can in the cramped car
"Can I tell you something? About the party last night?"
>"About the party? Yeah, sure dude. Why? Something happen while I was drunk?"
"Kinda, yeah..."

...

>Dash just stares at you
>"Just to... to make fun of me? That's the only reason."
"That's what I told her, yeah. But I didn't want it to end up like that, I promise."
>"But you said... you said..."
"I know. I'm really sorry."
>"Everyone was smiling at me today, though. Is that just because... they were laughing at me?"
"No! I mean, maybe some of them, but... I bet a lot of them thought you were cool."
>"You bet?"
"I mean..."
>"So what you mean is you let a bunch of strangers laugh at me... because you thought it'd help?"
"That's not what I wanted to happen. I thought if they saw you, and saw you were cool, they'd come around. They'd want to be friends, I guess."
>"But that didn't happen."
"No... no, it didn't."
>Dash slumps in the seat, the all the excitement, all the exuberance, and the joy wiped from her
>She just looks tired, now
>"Just take me home."
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>>27373278
"Look, Rainbow, I'm super sorry. I really didn't want it to end up like that."
>"I understand."
>She curls up in her seat, hugging her legs against her chest
>"But please... please just take me home."
"I don't know your address."
>"Just get me to school, then. I'll walk back."
"Are you sure? If you tell me where you live, I can take you home."
>She shakes her head
>"Just get me to school."

>You pull into Canterlot High at nine o'clock
>The sun has long since set, leaving everything shrouded in chilly, still autumn night
>Dash exits your car without a word, grabbing her things
"Rainbow."
>She halts
"I'm sorry. I really am. I know I've said that a lot, but I mean it. I understand if you don't want anything to do with me, but please believe me. I fucked up real bad, but I didn't want to hurt you."
>"I know. No one ever *wants* to hurt me."
>She slings her bag over her shoulders
>"But it just keeps happening, somehow, doesn't it?"
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>>27358434
*heavy sweating*
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>>27373278
>>"Just take me home."
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>>27373340
Jeff, just....
This turned out better than Anon just flat out not telling Dashie about the party, but goddamn dude.
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>>27373340
STOP HER YOU FAGGOT
SHE NEEDS TO BE HUGGED
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>>27373340
Realistic end.

Dash goes on to join the Wonderbolts. Anon stays and does whatever. They never speak again.
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Wow, I didn't think so many people were into tomboys in the fandom as much as I am. I don't feel alone anymore!
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>>27374214
Tomboys are the best

this fucking story though, family
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>>27373110
ikr
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Let's theorize what other characters would be like if they were tomboys. Would Twilight hide herintellect for fear of becoming pressured to join academic clubs instead of her favorite sports club? What would Fluttershy's personality be like if she wanted to be a conservation officer when she grew up?
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>>27375338

>D-dude... Anon?
>Anon, could you talk to me for a second, please?
>.....O-only if you've got the time, that is.

>I was just w-wondering....
>You know how much I like bats, and uhm...
>Oh crap, how do I explain this?
>C-could you to come cave exploring with me this weekend? There's a nice cave down by the creek and...
>O-o-only if you don't mind bats, of course.
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>>27373340
That's probably for the best, but Anon really shouldn't let her go alone. This bitch is unstable and may kill herself.
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Bump
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>>27376181
>"This is the last time we tried anal."
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>>27375693
Fluttershy as a tomboy would feel really forced, same with Pinkie and Rarity.
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>>27375693
"Flutters, come on...bats are the first known carrier of Ebola"
>"I-I know, but these are he-"
"You don't want me to catch Ebola, right?"
>"Oh m-my, of course n-"
"Tell you what, why don't you come to my place?"
>"A-again? B-but you were too rude last t-"
"Good, let's make it 8pm. Don't wear panties, ok? Now gotta scram, Dash is due for her weekly dicking. Bye!"
>"...."
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>>27376711
>reverse-trap Fluttershy will never be your side bitch
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>>27377039
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>>27356544
I loved that fic, is there any more trapfics?
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>>27377108
Too bad this green isn't focused on "trap's problems" and with the same result Twilight could have any other defect. I'm still waiting for the third Traplight green.
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>>27377174
Mmhmm, but its the only trapfic that i can find :/ Any Anons have some?
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>>27377255
Enjoy.
http://mulpwiki.org/index.php/Sundong_Shimmer
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>>27377039
>"A-Anon? The next Sunday is g-gonna be my b-birthday, do you want to..."
>"Oh..."
>"Rainbow's match will be on this day?"
>"W-well... I... I understand... guess I will s-spend it with Angel."
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>>27376645
I agree. The only character that come close to being one is AJ since she's more masculine compared to the other ones, minus dashie since she is a tomboy.
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>>27377039
>short hair fluttershy
this does things to my dick
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>Short-hair, no-confidence, reverse-trap Fluttershy

I literally can't resist

>So, everyone has that one weird friend, right?
>That friend who likes you *way* more than you like them, who's constantly trying to get you to look at their weird animal drawings, or take them to the zoo?
>Well, if you don't, then you're probably the weird friend, but that's beside the point
>You're sitting by yourself on the third floor, enjoying your free period, when your personal "weird friend" seems to materialize from the hallway behind you
>He creeps up to your shoulder, gently nudging you
>"H-hey, Anon..."
>You groan internally
"Hey, Butters."
>Yeah, you're aware that's not his real name
>But what kind of name is "Fluttershy," anyway?
>Even being named after a South Park character is more dignified, in your opinion
>"Watcha reading?"
>Unprompted, he takes a sit next to you, pressing his body *way* too tightly against yours
"Just a manga."
>"Oh. That's really cool."
"Mhm."
>Another universal constant of the "weird friend" relationship: the inability to hold a conversation
>Fluttershy seems unwilling to let you read in peace, however, and immediately begins to rooting through his backpack
>Multiple chew toys, packs of dog, cat, mouse, and non-species-specific treats flops out onto the ground before he finds whatever he's looking for
>"D-d-do you want to see the p-pictures I took when I v-visited the Herpetarium?"
"Not really..."
>"You sh-should! There w-was this really cool Crocodylus mindorensis exhibit they j-just got."
"Fascinating."
>Fluttershy is the only person you know who can make crocodiles this boring
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>>27377940
Dat short hair Rarity does things to mine, anon
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>>27378505
>"It is, isn't it?"
>His face brightens, your sarcasm flying right over his head as always
>"Y-you should totally come w-w-with me! I j-just happened to get t-two extra tickets for th-this weekend..."
>He upends his entire backpack, a mess of paper-wrapped treats, animal photos, and goddamn Zoobooks (those still exist?) spilling out onto the ground
>And atop the mess of animal paraphernalia sit two tickets to the Canterlot City Zoo
"Uh..."
>"I've a-already got the tickets. And it sh-should be really fun. I usually d-d-don't have anyone to go to the zoo with... I c-could show you the new family of otters they j-just got... they're s-s-so cute.. especially the little babies... heh..."
"Sorry, Butters. Dash wanted me to take her out to see Civil War."
>"D-Dash? The two of y-you are still... oh."
"Yeah. Sorry. Girlfriend has to come first, and all."
>"N-no... that's... that's f-fine..."
>He hastily stores everything back in his bag, his eyes fixed on the floor
>"I'll j-just ask one of m-my other friends. Like, uh... y-yeah. One of m-my other friends. Which I h-h-have a lot of."
"Mhm."
>He twiddles his fingers, his breathing coming in short, frantic gasps
>"W-well I should get going! Got to ask all my friends about g-going with me! V-very busy!"

***

>"H-hey."
>How the hell does he keep finding you?
"Hey."
>You don't even look up from your lunch, hoping Fluttershy will get the hint
>As always, he doesn't
>He plops down across from you, and you can smell the stench of various animal species from across the table
>Fucking gross...
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>>27378599
>He brushes greasy, cropped pink hair out of his eyes, then goes back to fiddling with his thumbs
>"So, um... y-you and Dash doing anything th-this weekend?"
>Why's he so obsessed with what you and your girlfriend do?
>Maybe he's jealous of you for dating her
>Or... of her for dating you?
>Ew
>You've got enough weirdness in your life without this dude awkwardly hitting on you
>Oh Christ, that's exactly what he's doing, isn't he?
"Yeah. We're... I dunno, doing something. I gotta go."
>"W-wait!"
>Fluttershy begins frantically digging through his bag
>"I, uh... I... m-my birthday... th-th-this weekend... h-having a party... if y-you wanna go..."
>With shaking fingers, he draws a folded slip of paper from his backpack and drops it on the table
>"Y-you know... m-m-my house... I'll h-h-have food... only v-vegetarian, if th-that's okay... y-yeah..."
>He wipes sweat from his forehead
>"I'll l-let you go now."
>And with that, he saved you the trouble of having to leave, and hastily scurries away

>The invitation is... yikes
>There's cringe, and then there's "hand-drawing an invitation to your birthday party when you're in high school" cringe
>Granted, the art isn't bad
>It's just a sketch of a bunch of animals sitting around a table laden with presents and cake, with a banner that says "Happy Birthday Fluttershy" draped above them
>But still... damn
>You feel like your heart would implode if you even stepped inside the place
>Thank Christ you've got an excuse not to go
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>>27378599
I'm liking this.
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>>27378671
You don't talk shit about muh waifu, fite me irl fagit

>>27378674
I want to hug that lil shit
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>>27378674
How does that rabbit live?
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>>27348550
bump
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>>27378671

"A tournament?"
>"Yeah man, sorry. Completely forgot."
"In Baltimare?"
>"Yeah."
"Shit. Is there any way I could ride with you?"
>"Nah. Taking the bus with the team."
"Shit."
>"Yeah. Really sorry, babe. We can hang out as soon as I get back though, okay?"
"When?"
>"Monday morning, probably."
"Shit."
>"Yeah... I'm really sorry. I'll see you then, alright?"
>Dash blows you a kiss, and hangs up
>Well, there go your weekend plans
>You sit back on your bed, the boredom already settling over you like a mantle
>Girlfriend's not in town...
>And you haven't seen your other friends in like a month
>Oh Christ, you've become that kind of boyfriend haven't you
>You whip out your phone to text Soarin, but two hours pass with no response
>Slowly, the realization settles on you that you're going to have nothing to do but go to Fluttershy's party...

>For some reason, you kept the invitation
>Maybe it was just you being a sentimental fuck, but he *did* put a lot of work into it
>So... yeah, you've got it, and by extension, the time of the party and Fluttershy's address
>Shit, are you really about to do this to yourself?
>Would it really be better than just being bored on your own?
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>>27380721
>Eh, fuck it, you'll go
>It'll be torture, you're aware of that already
>But a few hours of cringe will give you some good stories to tell, right?
>And besides, Fluttershy will probably be absolutely insufferable if you miss his party
>So... fine, you'll go
>Looks like you've got until tomorrow night to mentally brace yourself for the cringe, and to get him a present

Stopping here. Thoughts? Worth continuing?

What should Anon get for Flutters?
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>>27380855
keep going, also get some animal plush
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>>27380855
It's interesting so far
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>>27380855
Totally great, love the reverse trap angle thing. It's like becoming best bros with someone and finding out you could fuck them. Like a present, only there's binding tape and flannel rather than wrapping paper and ribbons.
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>>27380855
Continue, if you'd please.
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>>27380855
>worth continueing?
sure
>What should Anon get for Flutters?
I agree with >>27381019
get that bitch an animal plush.
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>>27380855
A) You'd better not stop, faggot

B) A Blu-Ray box set of Eve Stirwin: Alligator Stalker specials
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>>27380855
A horse dildo...with an extra dragon dildo for good measure.
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>>27380855
He completely forgets to get a gift and gives Butters a birthday hug,
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>>27358523
>Jeff
FUCK, now I have to catch up with this and the last thread now.
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>>27379471
Comfily
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>>27378505
>mfw I realized I'm the weird friend
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>>27380855
Please, keep going.
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>>27380855
Moar!
>What should Anon get for Flutters?
Condoms.
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>>27382753
stop being annoying, faggot
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>>27384140
>spoiler
T H I S
B
H
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>>27378674
now i know how lunatics from ro would look like

thx pham
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>>27380855
You fucking faggot should know by now that you can stop ONLY IF ANON IS ASKING YOU TO.
Which is BASICALLY NEVER!
Now get back to work, you magnificent bastard. please
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>>27373340
bumparoo for this drama
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>>27378505
>>Short-hair, no-confidence, reverse-trap Fluttershy
Aww shit nigga, how did you know these are my fetishes?
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>>27378599
>zoobooks
Shit, man, does he also have Ranger Rick and some Highlights' in there?
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>>27386223
>FMA
My nigga.
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>>27380855

>So, yeah, you're really doing this
>You know that grungy, timeless quality that life seems to take on when you're doing something you know is a bad idea?
>Yeah, that's pretty much you right now
>You don't even know what to get this guy
>Aside from animals and stalking you, you aren't aware of any of his interests
>So, fuck it, you'll go with something simple
>Fluttershy talks about his stupid pet rabbit almost non-stop, so you'll get him a plush rabbit
>Probably a better gift for a four than a fourteen-year-old, but the way you look at it, he's lucky you're going at all, not to mention getting him something
>So you drop twenty bucks on a giant rabbit plush, your wallet seeming to scream in protest the entire time
>Fluttershy's house is a surprising distance from Canterlot High, weged out in the city's sketchy outer limits
>And the house itself it... oof
>You hate to throw the term "crack house" around, but... yeah
>It's definitely not the kind of place you'd want to stay for more than a few minutes
>This is just seeming like a worse and worse idea, isn't it?

>You glance around as you take the steps up to Fluttershy's door, hoping desperately to see a sign of someone you know
>Did he invite anyone to the party besides you?
>Jesus Christ, why are you letting yourself do this?
>*Knock knock*
>Why, why, why...
>The front door opens just a crack, multiple chains preventing it from opening further, and Fluttershy's face peers out of the darkness
>His eyes widen upon seeing you
"Um... hey."
>"A-Anon! Y-y-you actually... oh... here..."
>You hear the rasp of metal as he undoes the bolts, swinging the door open
>He's dressed only in sweatpants and an oversized hoodie, his feet bare and dirty from the filthy floors
>Nestled amongst his cropped pink hair, he's got a single, faded cardboard party hat
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>>27386970
Oof! Damn, I'm starting to feel sorry for Flutter Butters.
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>>27386970
>"I, um... I d-didn't think you'd actually... uh..."
>He fiddles with the hem of his sweater, shifting his weight from foot to foot
>"Here... c-come in..."
>He steps back, letting you into his house
>It's, well, exactly what you'd expect from the outside
>The plaster is cracked and peeling from the walls, all of which are dotted with dark, unidentifiable stains and hung with cobwebs
>Dusty, empty liquor bottles, fast-food trash, and empty packs of cigarettes are scattered across the floor, amidst what looks suspiciously like animal droppings
"So, uh..."
>You swallow the lump forming in your throat
"Happy Birthday, Butters."
>Even in the dim lighting, you can see him blush
>"Th-thanks... is that..."
>He peeks at the gift bag you're holding behind your back
"Oh, yeah. Here you go."
>You pass him the bag, and he clutches it to his chest
>"Y-you didn't have to..."
"Believe me, I know. But yeah, hope you like it."
>He nods, beginning to shuffle down the hallway
>"I, um... I g-guess we can h-h-hang out in the basement... I r-really didn't know what to p-p-plan..."
"Sounds fine. Is anyone else coming?"
>Please, for the love of God, say yes
>"I inv-vited my other friends, but... t-t-they were busy."
"Oh."
>You have to give yourself credit, you're keeping pretty damn calm
>But on the inside you're fucking screaming
>You have to spend an afternoon with this weirdo!?
>In his creepy crack house!?
>ALONE!?
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>>27386970
>fourteen-year-old
I hope this is a figure of speech because she's too young for my boner.
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>>27387061
>>The plaster is cracked and peeling from the walls, all of which are dotted with dark, unidentifiable stains and hung with cobwebs
>>Dusty, empty liquor bottles, fast-food trash, and empty packs of cigarettes are scattered across the floor, amidst what looks suspiciously like animal droppings
Oh fuck, I didn't expect the feels.
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>>27387065
She's somewhere in the upper highschool years, so around 17 or 18, probably. But I'd assume Anon sees her as younger, due to her demure nature. idk

>>27387061
"Hey, listen, uh... I just remembered, I gotta go, and... uh..."
>Before you can excuse yourself, a harsh, guttural male voice, like glass scraping against stone, cuts you off from the other room
>"Fluttershy! Who is that?"
>He winces, and begins to slink toward the kitchen
>"J-just one of m-m-my friends, dad."
>"Friends? Since when do you bring friends over?"
>The door at the end of the hallway is thrown open, revealing a lanky, dirty-looking man framed in the doorway
>He's about a foot taller than Fluttershy, but unmistakably his father
>His hair is grown longer, and matted with what looks like days of sweat and grime, and his jaw is set in a hard, grim line
>"A boy? I didn't say you could bring boys back here!"
>"S-sorry..."
>He leers at you, and you reflexively tighten your fists, and lurches out of the doorway
>With a speed completely unfitting his drunken state, he leaps toward Fluttershy and grabs him by the hair
>"And what the hell is this?"
>"I j-j-just wanted to g-grow it out a little..."
>"Like hell!"
>He jostles Fluttershy's body, making him squeal in pain
"Hey!"
>You start towards them, but he slips a knife from his pocket, brandishing it towards you
>"Watch it, boy! You're in my house! I'll deal with my *son* however I want."
>He lingers on the word "son" in a way that sends a chill between your shoulder blades
>Fluttershy's dad returns his attention back to him
>"Now listen. You're gonna get this mess cut, or I'm gonna shave it off. Understood?"
>"Y-yes..."
>"Yes what?"
>"Y-yes sir..."
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>>27387231
oh.

oh....

That's why she's a reverse trap.
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>>27387231
This got too real for a second.
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>>27387231
Alright, plan B: help her and make her eat all the eggs.
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>>27387231
>Fluttershy clutches the bag tighter against his chest, whimpering
>His dad finally notices Fluttershy's present, and lets go of him to pull it out of his hands
>Fluttershy collapses to the floor, clutching his head
>"What the hell is this?"
>"M-my present."
>"Why the hell'd you get him a present?"
>Fluttershy's dad turns to you again
"It's... it's his birthday."
>"Yeah? Huh. No shit."
>He glances inside the bag, shrugs, and tosses it back down at his son
>"Whatever. Be out of my house by ten, or I call the cops."
"Understood."
>With that, Fluttershy's dad disappears back into the kitchen, and you hear the clink of bottles as he stomps past them

>You extend a hand to him, and help him to his feet
>Fluttershy grabs up the present, and clutches it to his stomach
>"Th-thank you."
"For what?"
>"He d-didn't get as bad as he normally does. Because y-you were watching."
"That's... we're going to call someone. Now."
>"N-no!"
>He clutches your arm, eyes suddenly wide with fear
"What do you mean, no?"
>"He said if I c-call anyone... if the p-p-police ever show up... he'll... k-kill Angel."
>Fluttershy brushes his hair out of his eyes, a tiny shiver running through his body
>Your stomach twists in a knot
>"He's n-not like that all the time. I'll b-b-be okay."
"Are you sure? I bet if you hid your rabbit somewhere, and then called the police..."
>Just the idea seems to terrify Fluttershy, and he immediately shakes his head
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>>27387231
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>>27387289
Anon should call the cops and then persuade his parent adopt the qt.
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>>27387289
>"N-no... p-p-please, can w-we just not talk about it? I r-really don't want to cause any trouble."
"Okay. Okay."
>You're not surprised to find your own hands shaking
>"I, um... I h-have some games in the b-basement. If you'd like to p-play something."
"Yeah. Yeah, sure."
>Fluttershy grabs ahold of your arm, and leads you towards the basement
>Ironically, it actually feels safer descending lower into the house than it does getting closer to the kitchen
>The entire time, he keeps the still-wrapped present clutched against his stomach like some sort of totem against the dark that seems to close in around the pair of you

Alright, pausing here. More to come SOON
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>>27387289
of course fluttershy would let themselves be abused over a bunny.
>>27387266
who is that gril
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>>27387324
I hope the basement is in better condition than the rest of the house. Also short-haired Flutter a cute. Can Anon really not tell Butters is a girl? The feel of their fingers are pretty distinct.
>>27387324
I hope the basement is in better condition than the rest of the house. Also short-haired Flutter a cute. Can Anon really not tell Butters is a girl? The feel of their fingers is pretty distinct.
>>2738335
No idea.
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>>27387324
Fuck man..
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>>27387418
>the feel of their fingers is pretty distinct
>tfw you remember that feel
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>>27388227
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>>27377940
>short hair everyone
My crouch is in pain from the diamonds
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>>27366636
I don't know why, but images/gifs like these where I can see the bottom of EQG RD's hair just "do it" for me.
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>>27388227
why does it hurt so bad?
>tfw I don't know if I want to forget the feeling or relive it one last time
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>>27388227
>>27388279
>>27388396
https://clyp.it/0emauoxp#
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>>27387324
I really didn't expect that... now I feel fucking bad for having laught at Fluttershy being cringe.
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>>27373952
Yup sounds about right.
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>>27388902
Still, she should really atleast try to spruce up the house before Anon comes. Don't they own a broom?
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>>27388993
It would be a little hard to clean up when the broom is broke in half, and is being beaten down on your skull. Wouldn't you say?
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>>27388227
>>27387418
>>27388396
Thanks guys, I really needed that...
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>>27387324
Im sure itll all be settled by the end of the story, but god, Anon, even as scared as he is at the sudden situation, is making a bad desicion to let this slide for the moment. just take the bunny, leave the house with flutter butter, and call the cops, or secretly have one cop come in, without causing a scene or sirens, to arrest the dad's ass when things get more out of hand.
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>>27391090
I'd fuck this Dash.
>>
Bed bump
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>>27388227
F-Fuck you
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>>27392903
>Clarissa
H O L Y S H I T
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>>27392948
Who?
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>>27393322
This
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Bamp
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>>27387324
>More to come SOON
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>>27391090
>>27391762
Perfect visualisation for a green.
Do I?
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>>27373340
please continue
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>>27394559
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>>27394607
No, it's a good ending.
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>>27394559
>You will never fuck a tomboy Rainbow Dash while she eats out Fluttershy.

https://derpibooru.org/996702?scope=scpe3abd184de30626cd3048f558ac8d38057f91dcd5
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>>27373340
Jeff is dead.
[F]
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>>27395030
Good timing. Nah, I'm not dead. Took a break to write >>27378505 because I couldn't get the "reverse Trap flutters" idea out of my head. Dash story will be coming back some time today.
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>>27395107
Can you please continue the Fluttershy story please?
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>>27395107
And now I realize that we have only one writefag. Before I was afraid that one of writefags will drop his story and now I'm afraid that you'll drop both of them.
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>>27395107
>Jeff Mango is writing the tragic Fluttereversetrap story

>Turns out Fluttershy has rape AIDS, Anon catches it, they both die. Flutterdad doesn't care and later accidentally blows up his house with a meth lab, killing numerous innocent bystanders.
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>>27396179
>rape
Waifu rehabilitation especially after rape is my fetish.
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>>27395147
eh. Jeff usually delivers.

usually.
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So this thread is just, Rainbow Dash is a reverse trap?
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>>27396633
Doesn't have to be Dash.
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"F-Flutters?"
>"EEP! ....Hello, Dashie."
"You were... you were pretending to be a dude, too?"
>"I-I-I guess..."
"Whoa."

[muffled dykeshit in the distance]
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>>27394889
or this
https://derpibooru.org/671618?scope=scpe71cbca45dc0bdb613d0bb2b06bb2c1a0706024d7
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>>27396729

>Either one of them being a guy and seeing absolutely nothing with a relationship
>Both of them being a guy, bonding over it, and then fucking
>Both being girls and get your typical lesbian stuff
It's all good.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yP79EfyEyEI

Made this weird video project yesterday. Guess I'll shill it here because why not?

>>27373340

***

>When you get back, your dad still has yet to arrive
>That makes four... or maybe five?... days since he's last been here
>You shrug
>When you were a little girl, every time he'd leave you'd convince yourself it was the final time, and that he'd never come back
>Now, you know to expect him within a week or two
>And in the mean time, you can take care of yourself
>You shut off your phone and toss it onto the kitchen counter
>Not like anyone's going to try to text you
>The race wasn't even enough of a challenge to tire you out; you feel only the slightest cramps in your legs as you take the steps up to your room, the faded planks creaking under your feet
>But the chaos of the weekend has left you exhausted, and the brief high that joining the Wonderbolts brought was all that kept you going until now
>Right now, you just want to sleep
>You collapse into bed exhausted, pulling the blankets around yourself and snuggling into their depths

>Waking up the next morning seems to take hours
>Mostly because it takes three hours
>You finally roll out of bed around ten AM, mentally calculating how late you are to school despite not particularly caring
>The blinds block out most of the sunlight, but the little that filters through is enough to make your eyes sting
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>>27397006
>The tiny cramps in your legs have intensified due to lack of stretching, leaving your legs cramped and painful
>You stumble out of bed like a drunkard, lazily pulling on some sweat pants and a hoody
>You reek of sweat, but you're not in the mood for a shower
>Not in the mood for much of anything, really

>You keep to yourself more than usual at school
>As you pass down the hallway, you can't help but imagine every tiny snicker or nonchalant laugh directed at you
>In the whispered voices of your classmates, you imagine you hear insults
>Do any of them know?
>How would they?
>Could someone have told them about what happened?
>Or recorded it?
>You hang your head, hoping to avoid confrontation, and head for your locker
>Just ignore them, it's not like they're trying to talk to you anyway
>Just keep your head down, like dad used to tell you to
>Just hold out until the Wonderbolts practice
>Then, at least for a few hours, you'll have a chance to shine

Updates will be super slow and sporadic for a few days. Road-tripping to Chicago for some weeaboo con. Will try to update as much as possible.
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>>27397086
Damn, it hits too close.
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More like Bubba thread
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Still got a few more hours of driving. If I don't update for a while, don't worry. Even if the thread 404's, I'll continue updating in whatever Tomboy/Reverse Trap thread replaces it. I'm not gonna drop the stories.
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>>27397006
That video is so cute.
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>>27348550
bump
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>>27398664
Don't worry Quadranigger!
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>>27387324
>SOON
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>>27387324
>SOON
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>>27387324
>More to come SOON
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>le Soonâ„¢ miaumiau
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bmup
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>falling for SOON meme
>actually waiting
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>>27405024
Mr. Jeff wouldn't lie to us. He will come, w-we just have to wait a little longer.
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>>27405024
He's not any writefug, he's Jeff.
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>>27399616
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>>27378599
>Civil War
It's good to see such young people taking interest in history.
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>>27405185
>>27405705
>>27405024
Thanks for keeping the thread up. Made it to Chicago, got some down time, gonna get back to writing. Will have more Flutters tonight, and more Dash tomorrow.
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>>27407433
Stay safe, Chicago his a bad place crime wise. I suggest getting something to defend yourself with. a gun perhaps?
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>>27408005
A buddy of mine here is a security guard/soon-to-be-cop. Hopefully he can defend my skinny hipster self.

>>27387324
>The stairs are... well, precarious, to say the least
>The boards themselves are splintered and warped, and rogue, rusty nails stick out at random intervals as you descend
>Despite the house's small size, the basement seems to extend deep into the earth
>The floorboards creek beneath Fluttershy's feet as he descends, skillfully avoiding every nail and splintered section of wood
>"So, um... there isn't r-really much to do down here. B-but, um... I hope you like it..."
>He shoulders the door at the bottom of the staircase open, revealing a wide, dingy basement space
>It's completely windowless, the only light provided by a single bulb hanging from the ceiling
>Fluttershy grabs ahold of his arm, coughing
>"Y-yeah... sorry it's kind of a mess... I sh-should have cleaned."
"No, it's fine."
>You step closer to him, instinctive
"You alright, Butters?"
>"Huh?"
>You gesture towards upstairs, your meaning clear
>He shrugs
>"I'll b-be fine. He's been better to me than usual, since it's m-my birthday."
"That was *better*?"
>"I m-mean... uh... it's really not that bad. P-please, just try to forget it."
"I'm not gonna be able to forget that. Seriously, if that's better than usual, than you need to get away from here."
>He shakes his head
>"No. Even if I w-were someone else, things wouldn't be anyway. And he's not normally that bad anyway. J-just a few things make him mad. Normally I k-know what to do. I just kinda messed up today."
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>>27408213
"A few things? What kind of things?"
>Fluttershy backs up against the wall, shaking
>Clearly the subject makes him uncomfortable, and you step back, breathing deeply
>The dusty air catches in your lungs, making you hack
"Butters... you sure you're okay?"
>"I'm s-sure."
"Alright. But if you need help with... you know, with something around here, just tell me. Okay?"
>"Y-yeah. I will."
>He glances at the floor, then takes an awkward, stuttery step towards you, as if to embrace you
>Then immediately steps back, and slinks over towards the corner of the basement
>"So, um... I h-have a few games over here... if you w-want to play..."

>So, twenty minutes later, you're seated across from Fluttershy, working on an "animal kingdom" puzzle
>Turns out, by 'games', he meant a single set of Monopoly missing half its pieces, a busted checkers board, and a chess set where half the pawns have been replaced with pennies
>Not exactly some high quality entertainment
>The present sits unopened across from him, the silvery lining of the gift bag just a few centimeters away from his anxiously-drumming fingers
>You can tell how badly he wants to open it, but for whatever reason he's still putting it off
>Maybe he's afraid that, once he opens it, the magic the party will be over
>But that's just your speculation
>Fluttershy's fingers dance across the puzzle, nimbly sticking a corner piece into place
>He's competed half the puzzle in under ten minutes
>Seeing as it's one of the five he owns, and you doubt there's much other entertainment in the house, you're not really surprised
>"Wh-why'd you come?"
>He immediately closes his mouth, cheeks red at having blurted his question out
"What do you mean?"
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>>27408597
>"Like... I dunno. Nobody else I invited showed up. Why you?"
"Um..."
>Because you had nothing better to do?
"I dunno. It's your birthday."
>Fluttershy gives you a small, sad smile
>"Yeah..."
>His fingers move up to fidget with the gift bag
>"Is y-your girlfriend okay that you're here?"
"Dash? I mean, yeah, I guess. Wouldn't know. She's at a tournament."
>"Oh?"
"Yeah. Out of nowhere, just left me."
>"Oh. I h-hate it when people just r-randomly cancel plans on me too."
>You lock eyes with Fluttershy for just a moment, before he looks away
>"S-sorry. Anyway, r-really. Thanks s-so much for being here. Can I open my present now?"
>He clutches the bag against his chest, eyes wide and hopeful
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>Rainbow Dash asks Anon out
>Anon has to deal with sexuality
>Lot of sitting alone at the park
>Starts fapping to futa
>Works his way to gay porn
>Buys a dildo
>Turns into a slut for dick
>Finally accepts his gayness
>Goes back to RD talking about his sexuality
>Rainbow Dash is in shock
>She tells him she's a girl
>Anon is in shock
>Super embarrassed
>RD still goes through and they go to prom
>In the car they start making out
>She takes out a strap on from her purse...
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>>27408807
>"Dash? I mean, yeah, I guess. Wouldn't know. She's at a tournament."
>tournament
Wait a minute
Joff Manga, are you pulling a multi-Anon PoV on us?
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>>27408932
Get out
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>>27408969
>mfw
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>>27408969
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>>27408807
inB4 Dash is banging the team behind Anon's back.
Or Dash being any sort of the resistance here.

I await more.
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>>27409505
Kinda hope for the first statement. Then he'd be that much closer to banging tombshy, When he finds out she's a grill.
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>>27409505
>inB4 Dash is banging the team behind Anon's back.
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>>27409780
>it's an all-girls team
>Dashie is actually a boy
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>>27408807
more when?
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>>27409505
>inB4 Dash is banging the team behind Anon's back.
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>>27409793
>tfw traps is my fetish too
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>>27409505
>>27409780
>>27410298

To her, it's only cheating if it's an actual penis into her vag.
If it's with a strap-on or anal or with a girl, she doesn't it count.
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>>27410974
Don't make a whore from the element of harmony and my waifu.
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>>27408807
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>>27409505
>Inb4 Dash is banging the team behind Anon's back.
F-Fuck you Bet


Sorry for let the thread die...
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>>27408932
That's the most gayest thing I've ever seen.
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>>27412130
pretty surprising considering you're on 4chan
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>>27348550
bump
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>>27408807
When do we get to the hard core sex?
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guys, i think it's time to bump the thread

i dunno, should we?
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>>27416524
You know what I think?
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>>27417078
Never.
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>>27417115
I just want off of this crazy bump train and find some green
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>>27417184
>Be Anon
>You're sitting in your comfiest chair lurking 2+2chan
>You see a shiton of bumps in one of the 12 threads you bookmarked
>You feel the urge to write a green
>But your native language isn't english
>You scratch your third nipple and think
>'What should you do?'
>You enter to your think box...to think better of course!
>But sadly you still haven't any idea
>Hard is the life of a spic.

R8? H8?
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>>27417940
I laughed, thanks man. But our fate is not a laughing matter.
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If you get back to writing here jeff, are you still doing ska anon? I haven't been on the age difference thread in a while, but did like anon/sweetie's dynamic in that.
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>>27417940
Justo write it un taco por whatever
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>>27417940
No habla espanol
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Jeff, bby, come back.
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>>27408807
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Never losing hope
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Waiting like
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Sorry about disappearing. The con has been super hectic; spent last night passed out in someone else's room.

Story will return tonight. Thank you all for keeping the thread up.
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>>27427261
( ゚Д゚)
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welp, it seems like jeff is kill
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>>27428106
No, not kill. Just currently stranded without a computer.
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>>27428261
it's almost like you can still hear voice whispering in the wind
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Always watching, never sleeping
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I don't even read the green and yet I'm bumping this on page 10. Fuck you fags are slipping
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>>27427261
There's still some hope.
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>>27409603
>>27410974
>>27415810

In some ironic twist Dash(With a strap-on) and Anon DP Fluttertrap in a weird sort of fuck mountain.
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Bamp
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>>27408807
finish it
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>>27408807
Still waiting...
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>>27433235
You're not alone, my man.
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Bukkaki snow storm
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bemp
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>>27408807
"I mean, yeah. It's yours."
>He sucks in his breath, fingers shaking so badly they can hardly peel away the thin layers of wrapping
>When he sees the stuffed rabbit inside -- which looks strangely juxtaposed, sitting in the middle of the dingy basement -- he lets out a tiny squeak
>"O-oh my... it's..."
>Fluttershy lifts the rabbit out of its bag in a scene vaguely reminiscent of that moment from Lion King
>Only far less majestic, and far more dirty
>He buries his face in the toy's soft stomach, sniffling
>"It's... it's s-so cute..."
"Yeah? You like it?"
>Unable to speak, he just nods
>And, before you're able to react, he throws himself on top of you, his meager weight barely enough to knock you backwards
>His arms circle stomach, squeezing you with the little strength he possesses
>"Th-th-thank you! Thank you, thank you, th-thank y-y-you..."
>He buries his face against your chest, the stuffed rabbit ending up squished between the two of you
"Um, yeah. You're welcome."
>You try to worm you way out of Fluttershy's embrace, but that proves to be harder than you thought
>Every time you try to push him away, he seems to squeeze tighter, clinging to you like a terrified child
>And then, suddenly snapping to his senses, he pulls away, shaking
>"S-sorry..."
"No, it's cool."
>You sit back up, and Fluttershy scoots back to the table, squeezing his new rabbit against his belly
>"Y-you know you didn't have to g-get me anything."
"You already said that."
>"Y-yeah, but... mmm..."
"What?"
>"I d-don't know. I f-feel super weird."
"Weird? Weird how? Your dad didn't hurt you too bad, did he?"
>"No. J-just... I don't know. I f-feel really... small. But r-really important at the same time. I d-don't know how to describe it. It's like I'm a t-tiny kitten, and you're--"
>He cuts himself off, hiding his blush by burying his face in the rabbit
>"S-sorry..."
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>>27438939
"I mean... I guess that's kinda what getting a present feels like. I dunno."
>"I g-guess. I dunno. I haven't g-gotten a present in a while."
>Oof
>"I m-mean... that's not really a problem. I don't r-really do much to deserve one."
"Well, deserving it isn't really the point, is it? You just give presents because you like someone, right?"
>Fluttershy blinks twice
"I mean, right?"
>"That... th-that..."
>He squirms, hugging the rabbit tighter
>"That s-sounds nice. And it m-m-means you... kinda like me?"
>He peeks out from behind the rabbit, nervous blue eyes regarding you from between its ears
"I mean, yeah. Of course I like you, Butters."
>Okay, maybe it's a bit of a lie
>You definitely haven't looked forward to his company before
>But what the hell else are you going to tell the poor guy on his birthday?
"That's why I'm here, right?"
>Fluttershy drops the rabbit into his lap, folding his hands over it and staring down at the floor
>You hear only the faintest hint of a sniffle before the basement door opens
>Immediately, Fluttershy scurries across the room, placing himself between you and his father, the rabbit tucked behind his back
>The staircase groans in protest as his father descends, his lanky hair hanging in his eyes and his shirt unbuttoned
>"You."
>He points past his son to you, glaring
>"Out. Now. Time's up."
>Fluttershy immediately speaks up, his voice cracking in an indignant squeak
>"B-but you said two hours!"
>"I changed my mind. He goes."
>"B-but--"
>"What did I say about having boys in the house?"
>"You... but..."
>He starts towards Fluttershy, and he cowers
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>>27439088
ALL HAIL Nice hitler dubs
DOUBTING ANONS BTFO
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>>27439088
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>>27439088
back up, flutterdad
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>>27439088
NOW, AWAKEN YOUR STAND, ANON
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>>27439088
>Despite flinching, he still keeps himself between the two of you
>"Come here."
>He motions for Fluttershy to join him
>Obediently, he stands, heading over towards his father
>Immediately, his father lays a heavy hand on his shoulder, the resulting *smacking* making Fluttershy wince
>You stand, not willing to confront him, but making sure he knows you're watching
>Fluttershy's dad locks eyes with you, glaring
>"Flutter."
>"Y-yes?"
>"Room. Now."
>He shoves Fluttershy towards the stairs
>He stumbles, his foot catching on a nail
>As he lurches the rest of the way up the stairs, little flecks of blood dot the floorboards
>You stand there across from his dad, listening to Fluttershy's footsteps on the floor above you
>They trace across the basement, and towards the far end of the house
>You hear a door open, then close
>For a moment, you close your eyes, saying a silent prayer you'll hear a lock click
>It doesn't come, but that could very well be because you didn't hear it
>You strain your ears, hoping for some sign that he's safe
>*click*
>Maybe you're just imagining it, but you think you heard him lock the door
>With that, you brush past Fluttershy's dad
>He glares at you, and you hold his gaze until you reach the top of the stairs
>"You know, don't you?"
"Know what?"
>"'Know what.' Psh. Don't give me that."
>He spits
>"You know about him. That's why you're here."
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
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>>27439244
>"He's not a boy."
"You're damn right he isn't! He's old enough to choose whom he wants to hang out with."
>"...No, I mean really, kid. Fluttershy is not a boy."
"Then I suggest you treat him like a MAN for once, mister!"
>Flutterdad groans. He is way too sober for this shit.
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>>27439548
Kek
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>>27439548
anime level obliviousness
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>>27439548
Damn it Jeff, it supposed to be a feelsy moment.
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>>27439244
kick Fluttertraps dad in the knee and run away while bumping this thread.
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nigger
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>>27439244
>"You do. You wouldn't be here if you didn't."
>Fluttershy's dad begins to advance towards you, his steps somewhat uncertain on the grimy floor
"He doesn't have friends. He's never had friends. If you didn't know, you wouldn't be here. So, I'm gonna tell you once."
>He gets one foot on the stairs, the board sinking nearly an inch beneath his weight
>"Leave him alone. If I ever see you around here again, I'm calling the police."
"Yeah? Is that a promise?"
>A dangerous edge creeps into Fluttershy's father's voice, audible even through his drunkenness
>"You gonna question me in my own house, boy?"
>He takes another step up the stairs
>You just shrug
"I'm sure I won't be the only one doing the questioning."
>"Huh?"
>Fluttershy's dad blinks
>"The hell are you talking about?"
"Nothing. I'm leaving. Here."
>You open the door, taking an exaggerated step out of the basement
"See? Going. Bye."
>His dad starts up the stairs after you again, but the threat is ultimately empty
>He keeps just enough distance to come across an intimidating, but not enough to maintain the threat
>You turn away, walking through the dark hallways to the front door
"Hey! Butters! I'm heading out now, alright? I'll see you at school on Monday!"
>You voice echoes uncomfortably loud in the cramped house
>An effete little squeak is all that answers, which you guess is Fluttershy's best attempt at shouting
>"Y-yeah. Monday."
>And, with that, you leave
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>>27443812
>he doesn't have friends
>he's never have friends
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>>27443812
Third line from the top should be in green, as it's the dad's dialogue. Will correct in the forthcoming pastebin.

>>27443812

>"Everything alright, dude?"
>Dash plops down next to you, a beer in each hand and a bowl of chips clasped between her forearms
"Huh? Oh, yeah."
>It's Sunday night, now
>Apparently they swept the tournament, and ended up home early
>Dash is practically glowing with excitement, but you can't quite match it
>You're pretty worried about Fluttershy, for obvious reasons
>And to make matters worse, you're unable to find him on Facebook, or any other social media site, and you're pretty sure he doesn't have a cellphone
>"You sure? Come on, man! Today's been awesome! Lemme tell you about the tournament!"
"Alright."
>Dash's face falls for a moment, but she continues on with the story
>"Okay! So, like, we'd won our two first games like it was nothing, right? Cloudsdale played like absolute shit, and Baltimare was missing their two best players. But then we get up against Griffonstone's team, and holy shit! They've got this offense player named Gilda, or something, and she's just..."
>Your mind trails off as Dash rattles on about her story, and your mind returns to Fluttershy
>There has to be a way you can get him out of there
>While keeping his pet rabbit alive too, apparently
>Why doesn't he just let the rabbit go?
>Then he could get out of the damn house with no worries
>Why would anyone let someone treat them like that?
>"And then... are you even paying attention?"
"Huh? Oh, shit. Sorry."
>"Dude. What's wrong? Just tell me."
"Sorry. I'm just super worried about a friend of mine."
>"Who?"
"Butters-- I mean, Fluttershy."
>"That weird guy with the pink hair?"
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>>27443842
pls no bully, dash
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>>27443842
"That one."
>"The guy with the super creepy crush on you?"
"He does *not* have a crush on me."
>Dash blows a raspberry
>"Dude, I play on an all-girls sports team. I'm an expert in barely-restrained homolust."
"That's... not terribly comforting."
>She shrugs
>"Still. The guy super likes you. But what's wrong?"
"I was at his house yesterday. Birthday party."
>"Yeah?"
>You tell Dash about Fluttershy's dad, the abuse, the threats, and everything else
>Dash lets out her breath in a huff
>"That's... Jesus Christ, man."
"Mhm. I'm super worried his dad's gonna do something awful."
>"I mean... I think he probably has already, by the looks of things."
>Dash lays a hand on your shoulder
>"Okay, so what do we do?"
"What do you mean?"
>"I mean what do we do? You're not just gonna let this happen, right?"
"Well, no, of course not."
>"Then?"
"Then... I don't know. That's why I'm worried. He's terrified of losing that stupid rabbit. And I don't want to know what his father will do to him if we mess up."
>"Then we'll make a plan, dude!"
>Dash sets the chips and beer on the table, all thoughts of her tournament seemingly forgotten
>"Alright. So. We need to get him alone somewhere, so we can get him in on it..."
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>>27443880
>I'm an expert in barely-restrained homolust
Kek'd
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>>27443880
>>"Then we'll make a plan, dude!"
>mfw Dash is joining to the rescue team
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why dash have to be present in this story
im frustrated by that tee bee ECH
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remove dash
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>>27443954
It might be funny when she finds out 'that weird guy with the pink hair' is a girl who wants to bang her boyfriend.
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>>27443950
>>27443954
She's clearly about to get cucked.
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>>27443950
>>27443954
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>>27443880
And this is when the story turns from "tragedy/drama" to "intense psychological thriller."
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>>27443880

>So, all-in-all, it's probably the weirdest date night you and Dash have ever had
>But it's surprisingly productive
>The two of you stay up until well past one in the morning, chatting over how exactly you can get Fluttershy away from his dad, while keeping his rabbit safe
>"Dude, just tell him we'll get him a new one. Like, shit. It's just a bunny."
>You whack Dash in the shoulder to show her exactly what you think of the idea
>Eventually, the plan you come up with is pretty simple
>You'll enter Fluttershy's house after school, after alerting the police and his dad will call them to try and get you kicked out
>Then they can enter without him realizing what's going on, and investigate, and hopefully get Fluttershy away from there
>It's... kind of foolproof, honestly
>Dash stays the night, falling asleep with you on the couch as the two of you unwind before tomorrow

>The next day, you find Fluttershy in the hallway, sitting in his usual corner while he sketches
>Seems like all the guy ever does when he's alone is draw, but you suppose there's not really much else for him to do
"Hey, Butters."
>"A-Anon!"
>He quickly hides his drawings, stowing them in his backpack
>"I d-didn't expect... you usually don't... w-why are you here?"
"What do you mean? It's school. I come here every day."
>"N-no... why are you talking to me?"
"I just wanted to make sure you're okay."
>Which is partially true
>And you're pretty sure the answer is a resounding "no," judging from the dark bags under Fluttershy's eyes
>His hair is still matted and dirty, and you can smell that he hasn't showered since you last saw him
>He curls up against the wall, tucking his legs against his chest
>"Y-yeah. I'm fine."
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>>27443950
It's Dash after she comes out as a girl in the first story. The stories are connected.

Which also means that in the first story, Anon will get to dive into that rainbow muff some time in the story.
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>>27443990
>intense psychological thriller
I'm all for that.
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>>27444019
>It's Dash after she comes out as a girl in the first story. The stories are connected.

huh?
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>>27444019
>It's Dash after she comes out as a girl in the first story.
I'm not too sure I want to believe that.
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>>27444009
"You sure? You dad didn't... he didn't do anything, did he?"
>Fluttershy stays silent
"Butters?"
>"N-no. He didn't."
>He can't lie for shit
>Fluttershy hangs his head, his greasy pink bangs unable to cover his eyes
>And that's when you realize
"Your hair... it's shorter than it was last night."
>"Y-yeah. My dad doesn't like when it gets long. S-so he cut it."
"Jesus. He didn't hurt you, right?"
>He shakes his head, but still won't meet your eyes
>So that's probably a yes
>"I d-don't really want to talk about it. Everything's f-fine, really."
"Oh. Well, uh... listen. Can I talk to you for a bit?"
>Fluttershy looks around, then nods his head
>"Of c-course."
"Alright. Do you want to get away from your dad?"
>Fluttershy sighs
>"I t-told you. I c-c-can't. He'll k-kill Angel."
"Not if he can't get to him. I have a plan to get you out of there."
>Fluttershy grabs ahold of his arm, rubbing his shoulder
>"I d-dunno. My dad is all I've e-ever had. Where would I g-go? N-n-no one else would want to take care of me."
"You could find someone. Maybe the government. Or a friend."
>He shakes his head
>"They w-wouldn't want me. I'm a t-terrible kid to have to look after. Honestly, I l-l-lucky my dad didn't kick me out y-years ago."
"You can't possibly be that bad. And even if you are..."
>You extend a hand to Fluttershy
"I'd be happy to have you over at my place."

Alright, stopping here until tonight. Gotta road trip back to St. Louis.
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>>27444176
>Anon and Flutters become bunkmates
>Anon still doesn't realize that she's a grill
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>>27444176
This story is going great, thanks for finding the time to write it. Hope to see more soon!
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Bamp
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This must not end. Either story
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>>27446772
what the fuck
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>>27446818
don't worry about it
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>>27446772
Is this her final form?
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>>27444176
Fucking gold man I can't wait for the next installment
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>>27446772
The fuck?
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>>27447622
It's fine, really
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>>27447694
>That horn
Unf/10
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>>27446203
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bump-a-rum
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>>27447694
That's fucking horrifying.
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>>27444176
>"O-over at your... oh."
>He wriggles up against the wall, a tiny smile forming on his lips
>"I'd l-like that."
>Checking the clock, you see that there's still a good half hour left until classes start
>So you drop your backpack on the ground, and wedge yourself into the corner next to Fluttershy
>He awkwardly flinches away, backing as far up as the corner will allow
"So..."
>You glance at his paper
"What are you drawing?"
>"Oh, th-this? Nothing interesting. J-just some birds."
>He tries to cover the drawing, but it slips from his trembling hands, the stack of paper splashing across the floor
>When he said "some birds," he meant a lot more than "some"
>The floor is now littered in page after page of canaries, sparrows, pigeons, doves, and multiple species that you're too dumb to recognize
>"Ah! S-sorry!"
>Fluttershy throws himself on the ground, hastily scrambling to scoop all of his drawings back into his backpack
>"J-just... here... d-don't look, they're r-r-really not that good... oh, no..."
>He scoops them up hastily, but not before you've gotten a chance to admire his work
>It's incredibly lifelike, even if it's not particularly imaginative
>He's definitely got talent
"No, they're good. Can I look?"
>You hold out a hand, and Fluttershy freezes
>"I, um... you d-don't want to. They're r-really nothing special. J-j-just something for me to waste my time on."
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>>27449472
"Please? I'd like to see."
>"Okay. O-okay."
>He hands you a single drawing
>It's a black-and-white, shaded sketch of a raven on top of a fence
>"J-just something I did to p-pass the time during study hall. Nothing very s-special."
"You serious? This looks great!"
>Fluttershy blinks
>"Huh?"
"It looks really good?"
>He checks the drawing again, as if expecting you to be looking at something else
>"H-how? It's just a drawing of a bird."
"Well, yeah, but... it just looks really good."
>He shrugs
>"It's nothing special."
"I disagree. I think you did a really good job, and it looks awesome."
>You admire the drawing again
"You're a really good artist."
>Fluttershy just shrugs again
>"N-not really. All I c-can do is draw animals. It's n-not real art."
"Way better than I can do. Can I keep this?"
>You're not sure why you said it, but Fluttershy's eyes widen
>"K-keep it? Why?"
"I dunno. Just to hang it up, or something."
>"H-hang up my drawings? I m-mean... I d-dunno... if you really want to... yes..."
>He squeaks out the last word, clutching the rest of his drawings against his chest
>"Y-you can keep it."
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>>27449506
Just bro hug him already.
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>>27449506
>He hastily stores the rest of his drawings in his backpack, where you catch a glimpse of the stuffed rabbit you gave him lurking inside it
>Guess he really did like it
>Fluttershy folds his hands in his lap, awkwardly glancing everywhere but at you
"Anyway. I was wondering... maybe I could come over later?"
>"T-to my house?"
"Yeah."
>"I'd love that!"
>He gets so excited, he nearly tackle-hugs you again
>But then he retreats, curling into a little ball in the corner
>"But my dad won't let you. He'll... he'll be mad."
"What if I said I had a plan? To get you away from there?"
>"Y-you do?"
"I do. But you'll have to help, okay?"
>"I... um..."
>He begins to tremble, but fixes his mouth in a thin, determined line
>"I'll d-do it."

Alright, pausing there for tonight. Glad you guys seem to be enjoying it. More to come tomorrow, along with some Dash story updates.
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>>27449641
My anus is already clenching at the knowledge that everything is going to go horribly wrong.
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>reverse trap
Think about it. How would you react if one of your friends just up & said 'Yo bro, I'm actually a girl.'
I know, it's a big leap assuming anyone here has rl friends, but play along.
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>>27449641
Oh yes my reverse-trap Fluttershy fix is coming along nicely, please my indubitably beautiful green-artisan, gib more
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>>27449757
This
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>>27449641
Please, don't kill anyone in this story...
>>27449780
I would totaly flip over. Then try to hit on her, leading to a total failure and destroying our relationship for ever.
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>>27449641
>More to come tomorrow, along with some Dash story updates.
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>>27449757
>>27449844
considering mango, probably.

but this doesn't have that feeling of despair that some of his other stories do. Its actually been pretty happy besides the small confrontation with flutterdad, and that wasn't as bad as it could had been.
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>>27449757
You aren't the only one m8
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>>27450653
>I'd hit on her, make her uncomfortable and fuck things up
Yeah.
Me, too.
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>>27449757
God no, Shy has suffered enough.
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>>27449641

>You drive Fluttershy home after school, pausing a block or two away from his house to phone the police
>"Hello?"
>A rough, confident baritone answers you, vaguely colored with a California accent
>The exact kind of voice you'd want a police officer to have, really
>You explain the situation to him, trying to gloss over the details of Fluttershy's abuse, but also to give him enough of an idea of what's going on in your friend's home, and then conclude with the plan you and Dash hashed out last night
>"...and you think he'll phone us when you see him with his son?"
"Yes. Otherwise, if you show up without him having called you, he'll... he'll hurt my friend."
>The officer considers for a moment
>"Alright. We'll wait until he calls us. But if you do anything to provoke him, especially in his own home, you realize you'll be giving him a legitimate case against you, right?"
"I do."
>"Okay. See you then."
"Thank you, sir."
>You set the phone down, taking a long, rattling breath
"Okay, Butters. You ready?"
>Next to you, Fluttershy is deathly pale
>He's removed the stuffed rabbit from the bag, holding it in his lap and frantically stroking it between its ears
>"I th-think so."
>You pull the car up outside his house, the familiar peeling walls and rotted wood churning your stomach
>The windows have been plastered with old newspaper, preventing you from seeing inside
>You kill the engine, and open the door to step out
>Fluttershy immediately grabs your hand
>"W-wait."
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>>27452747
Here we go!
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>>27452747
OHGOD
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>>27452747
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>>27452747
>He holds you fast with what little strength he has
>"If a-anything happens, just go, okay? Please d-don't let him hurt you."
"I'm not gonna abandon you here with him, Butters."
>"No, I mean it. I'm u-used to it. He c-c-can't do much to me anymore. B-but if he hurt you..."
>Fluttershy shakes his head
>"I w-won't let it happen."
"It won't. The police are gonna come, and they're gonna take you to a better home."
>Fluttershy squeezes your hand tighter
>His hands are surprisingly soft and delicate, like little birds fluttering in your palm
>But you can feel the rough, dirty patches amongst his fingers, no doubt the result of living in such a filthy, harsh place
>"P-please. Just promise, okay?"
"Butters--"
>"Promise."
>He gets that same determined look on his face from before, his mouth setting in that tiny line
"Alright. If things go south, I'll leave. I promise."
>You squeeze his hand back
"But I want you to promise me something too, okay?"
>Fluttershy pauses for a minute, then nods
"Promise me that, if things go bad, you'll get out out of the house. Take your bunny and leave, okay?"
>"I... I d-don't know if I can."
"You can. I promise. Get out of the house, find somewhere self, and I'll come get you. Understood."
>Fluttershy begins to shake, but grits his teeth and clutches the stuffed bunny to his chest
>"I w-will. I p-p-promise."
"Okay."
>You step out of the car, as does he
"Then let's do this."
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>>27453122
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>>27453122

>Fluttershy steps in front of you as you take the steps up to his front porch
>When he reaches the door, however, it refuses to open
>"L-locked? Why..."
>He tries to jimmy it open, but the door won't budge
"Do you have a key?"
>"N-no. My d-dad wouldn't let me have one."
"Oh. Maybe we could--"
>You're interrupted by the sound of footsteps on the other side of the door
>They're heavy and frantic, moving away from the front of the house and back towards the back of the kitchen
>Fluttershy's eyes go wide
>"H-he already knows you're here! Angel..."
>He tires desperately to get the door open, even going so far as to throw his meager weight against it
>The door rattles on its rusty hinges, but doesn't move
>Fluttershy slumps against it, shaking
>"Angel... he's g-going to... to... no! N-no! Please, don't!"
>He throws himself at the door one more time...
>And it opens
>But not because of him
>Fluttershy goes tumbling into the house, landing at his dad's feet
>He groans in pain, quickly scampering away
>Fluttershy's dad stands silhouetted by the dingy confines of his house, his hair slicked back with water and his clothes mildly cleaner than when you last saw him
>And in his arms, cradling it like a baby, he's holding a tiny white rabbit
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>>27453755
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>>27453755
Trust no one...
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>>27453755
>"Stand up."
>He nudges Fluttershy with his heel, and he quickly scrambles to his feet, backing up against the doorway
>"What did I say about bringing boys back?"
>"I... I d-didn't... I j-just wanted to s-spend time."
>He grabs Fluttershy by the shoulder, pulling him further into the house
>In his other arm, the rabbit squirms, but he holds it tightly against him
>You try to follow, but his dad whirls on you
>"Hold it! Don't you dare step into my house!"
>He lets go of Fluttershy's shoulder, grabbing his hair instead
>"Tell him to leave!"
>"Nnn..."
>Fluttershy squeals in pain, tears leaking from his eyes as his father's fingers twist in his hair
>"Tell him!"
>Didn't he call the cops?
>You start to reach into your pocket for your cell phone
>"D-don't... Anon, j-just... just go."
>Fluttershy writhes beneath his dad's grip, trying to lessen the pain on his scalp
>He forces his eyes open, more tears spilling onto his cheeks as he pleads
>"P-please... I d-don't want him to... to hurt Angel... please j-just go... I'll b-be fine."
>"There."
>Fluttershy's dad pulls his son against him, wrapping his arm around Fluttershy's shoulders
>"See? He doesn't want you here. Now go."
"Or what?"
>You desperately hope he'll say that he'll call the police
>"Or this one..."
>He shakes his son
>"Is going to need a new pet bunny. Isn't that right?"
>Fluttershy squeaks, shutting his eyes
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>>27453942
This motherfucker.
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>>27453755
Please, I beg you, don't do this to me writefriend
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>>27453942
That bunny isn't the only thing that's going to get cut.
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>>27453942
God dammit, why do plans never work?
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>>27453942
One Million years Auschwitz
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>>27453942
>Angel squirms, but can't seem to get free
>"P-please..."
"Alright. I'm going."
>You step back out of the house
>"And if I see a single goddamn cop on my front lawn..."
>He jostles Angel, and the rabbit chirps in fear
>Arms leaden, you swing the door closed
>The last thing you see is Fluttershy's miserable face as his dad drags him back into the house
>You step back, leaning against the rotten wooden railing

>"You didn't call them?"
>You're talking to Dash now, having pulled your car back into school
>She waited in the parking lot for you, and now the two of you are huddled in the back seat together
>You're shaking badly, and a horrible green pressure is rising in your stomach
"I couldn't. He said he'd kill the rabbit."
>"It's just a rabbit, though. I mean, I know he'll be sad, but..."
"I know."
>"Don't you think it'd be worth it?"
"Probably."
>"Then why not just call them?"
"I don't know. I guess it kind of feels like giving up. Like I'm letting him win."
>"Dude. You're gonna get him put in jail. How does he win?"
>You shrug
"If he kills the rabbit, Fluttershy's going to keep being miserable. And if he's still miserable, then his dad wins."
>Dash leans back in her seat
>"I guess. Still doesn't seem right. We could just the police in there to bust him, even if the rabbit doesn't make it. In the end, he gets a better home, right?"
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>>27453883
>>27453755
Remind yourself that overconfidence is a slow and insidious killer.
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>>27454050
>>27454329
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>>27454302
New plan: break into the house at night, free damn rabbit, take BananaHush and call the cops.
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>>27454302
Please continue.
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>>27454448
>get arrested for kidnapping
>ggwpnorethxbye
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>>27454302
I hate you writefag.
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>>27454302
None of this would have happend if Stalin was alive.
Think about that.
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>>27454302
Oh wonderful.
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Bamp
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>>27454302
Sheeeit
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>>27454302
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>>27452747
Not so fast, Mangotango. I'm wise to you.
I ain't reading any more of either of these stories until after I'm 100% assured a happy ending.
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Boop
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>>27454302
Fuged
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Patient yet amorous waiting for more writefaggery. Any anons want to become new writefags for the thread? Ey? You know you want to.
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up
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>>27459900
Town
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>>27460213
Funk.
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>>27460271
You
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>>27460817
Up.
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>>27460888
Check'd
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Finishing up an update for a different thread, then going to get back to work here. Which story would you guys like to see update first, Dash or Flutters?
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>>27461373
Dash. And then immediately Flutters.
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>>27461373
>>27461414
Seconding Dash, but do whichever you want to.
I certainly won't mind.
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>>27461373
The flutter one ended with a cliffhanger and I want to know what happens next.
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>>27461945
This, but since Rainbow's hasnt continued for a while I'm perfectly fine with both
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>>27462389
This.
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9th page
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>>27463714
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>>27461373
Speaking of updating stories, any word on your Derpy or Trixie story getting started again any time soon?

Dash first
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>>27465213
The derpy story is probably dead. The Trixie got an update about a month ago, and I'll hopefully finish it sometime over the Summer.

Got distracted with IRL shit, will be updating tonight.
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LIVE
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>>27466328
IN
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>>27466956
I DON'T KNOW HOW TO CONTINUE THIS JOKE
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I WANNA ROCK AND ROLL ALL NIGHT
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>>27467951
And party everyday
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>Dash is now all in on saving Fluttertrap.

Fuck Mountain is still a possibility.

>She also still thinks it's a guy.

Wait a minute...

Am I going to be bamboozled with a jealous Dash thinking Anon was only trying to help because he knew flutters was a girl all along and she didn't? leading her to come up with all sorts of paranoid thoughts?
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>>27468123
>Dash is now all in on saving Fluttertrap.
Based waifu.
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please
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I need more Dash green in my life
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I need more Butters green in my life
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>>27469004
>>27469050
Aaany second now..
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>>27397086

>"Hey! Look who made it!"
>You walk by yourself to the Canterlot University fields, where you immediately see the Wonderbolts arrayed for practice
>Spitfire is the first to notice you, waving you over
>You drop your gym bag near the front gate and jog over to them
>The rest of Spitfire's teammates turn to wave to you as you join them
>The team is smaller than you thought it would be; just Spitfire, two guys, and three other girls, two of which looks similar enough to be twins
"Hey! I'm not late, right?"
>Spitfire shrugs
>"Nope. In fact, you're a few minutes early. I like that."
>She claps you on the back, and your heart soars
>The other Wonderbolts nod to you in acknowledgement, taking a step back to leave you a clear path down the track strip
>"Alright! So..."
>Spitfire steps up behind you, rubbing your shoulders
>"We like to put our rookies through a few tests. You know, just to get a sense of where you're at. Make sense?"
"Yeah, totally! What do you need me to do?"
>Spitfire's hands move across your traps, the stress of the day leaving you as you're filled with a triumphant energy
>You knew they'd accept you!
>"Well, we're just have you run a few laps for speed, first. How about a 400 for speed?"
"My speciality. Can I start now?"
>Spitfire grins
>"That's what I like to hear."
>She steps back, and you strip out of your tracksuit, down to your running shorts and jersey
>Spitfire nods in approval
>"Alright! Three... two... one..."
>She primes her stopwatch
>"Go!"
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>>27469440
Senpai is back!
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>>27469440
>You take off, sprinting like mad down the track strip
>It occurs to you that they might just be trying to wear you down for the sake of wearing you down, but you don't care
>Right now, it feels physically impossible to run any pace but your best
>You feel so alive, for the first time since that brief moment with Anon
>They actually like you, you can feel it!
>And they don't know anything about the party, or about your attempts to be a boy, or anything
>You... you might have finally found some real friends!

>Spitfire high-fives you as you finish your first lap
>"Woo! Nice work, rookie!"
>The rest of the team takes turns whacking you on the back as you jog over to your gym bag, reaching inside to grab yourself some water
>Spitfire checks the stopwatch, whistling
>"Fifty-point-two seconds. Not bad at all. Better than I could do, at your age."
>She gives you a satisfied nod, and the pride blossoming inside you swells
"So, am I on the team?"
>Spitfire laughs
>"Slow down, hotshot. That was our first test. We've got a *lot* more before we decide if you're ready for initation."
"Initiation? What's initiation?"
>Spitfire just gives you a wry smile
>"Oh, you'll see... If you're good enough that is."
>She winks at you
>"Alright!"
>She jogs over towards the far end of the field, where a row of hurdles are set up
>"Hurry up, rookie! It's time for your next test!"
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>>27469686
>they're going to haze dashie
>she's gonna get drugged in some way or another again, and then, abused
j-jeff.... i don't think my heart can take this.
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>>27469686
>"Oh, you'll see...
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>>27469699
For fuck sake, not again!
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>>27469686

>The next two and a half hours are some of the best of your life
>Every test the Wonderbolts throw at you, you destroy
>The pride grows on Spitfire's face as she watches you leap across hurdles, sail through the air during the pole vault, and blaze down the track during the distance runs
>By the end of the day, you're absolutely soaked in sweat, and your entire body is beat to hell and back
>But this is easily the best you've ever felt
>The rest of the Wonderbolts have disappeared back into the locker-room to shower up, leaving only you and Spitfire
>You jog over to her slowly, your legs feeling like they're made from some sort of gelatin substance
"So?"
>Spitfire lays a hand on her shoulder, her fingers digging into you
>It hurts slightly, but you don't care
>"You did great, kid!"
"So I'm on the team?"
>"Almost, almost. Go get yourself cleaned up, alright? Then you'll be ready for initiation."
>She gives your shoulder one final squeeze, then a gentle shove in the direction of the locker rooms
"O-okay! I'll see you in a bit, I guess?"
>"Yep! Just gimme a few minutes! I gotta prepare!"

>You jog back into the locker room, pausing only to grab your gym bag, your body threatening to collapse at any minute
>Still, your own excitement keeps you going
>You can't believe this is actually happening!
>They like you!
>They're proud of you!
>They're actually happy to have you on the team!
>You're so happy you could burst into the song, if you were the kind of person to do that kind of thing
>The inside of the locker room is... well, not as fancy as you'd hope for a University facility
>You keep to the right for the girls' lockers, winding through a dimly-lit, windowless hallway further into the complex, the ground sloping gradually under your feet as it leads you below ground
>Your shoes slap against the tile with each step, sending unpleasant aches up your thighs
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>>27358434
Hmm... This is giving me ideas
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>>27469900
Something bad is gonna happen, I can feel it.
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>>27469900
Oh god please no
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>>27469900
Oh fuck here we go again
>double dubs
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>>27469900

>When you reach the end of the hallway, you're deposited into a narrow, low-ceilinged room containing multiple rows of lockers
>The other girls are nowhere in sight
>Maybe they left already?
>You grab a locker for yourself, pulling off your shoes and socks first, stepping on to the frigid tile with your bare feet before working on removing your jersey
>It sticks to your skin slightly, as your sweat has soaked through the thing fabric, and getting it off feels almost like peeling away a layer of skin
>Your breasts are covered only by men's tank-top, which you remove next, letting the dry air evaporate the sweat from your chest
>Your shorts go last, joining the pile of soaked clothes forming on the floor next to your locker
>Naked, and feeling vaguely self-conscious, you resist the temptation to cover yourself with your hands as you creep away from the lockers and into the showers
>The tiles are freezing under your feet, and the chilly air goes from refreshing to unpleasant after only a few seconds
>You duck under a shower head, and start a spray of warm water cascading down over your body
>You sigh, allowing yourself to relax for a minute as the sweat and grime is washed from you
>Just as you're starting to get comfortable, the slap of feet against tile alerts you to someone else's presence
>Spitfire steps into the showers, completely naked
>"Hey rookie."
"Oh! H-hey..."
>Instinctively, one hand moves to your crotch to cover yourself, while you drape your other arm across your breasts
>Spitfire chuckles at your awkwardness
>"Don't worry, kid. Just let it all hang out. You don't have anything we haven't seen before, right?"
"Y-yeah. Heh. Wait, who's we?"
>"The rest of the team, of course."
"Huh?"
>As if to answer your question, more footsteps reach your ears as the twins -- Cloudchaser and Flitter -- enter, followed by Fleetfoot
>All three are naked as well, and all three give you an uncomfortable once-over
>Flitter even whistles
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>>27470157
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>>27470157
Oh my, is this lesbian gangrape?
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>>27470157
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>>27470157
>"The new girl's really built, isn't she, Spits?"
>Spitfire grins
>"She is. I'm looking forward to having her on the team."
>The other three form a semi-circle around you, looking you over
"Y-yeah! I mean, you know, I work out a lot! Heh!"
>You back up against the wall, where more freezing tiles sap the heat from your back
"So, um... I think I'm done with my shower now. I'm just gonna go get dressed, and--"
>Spitfire grabs your arm
>"Hold on, rookie. Why are you in such a hurry? You want some quality time with your new teammates, right?"
"I, uh... c-can' I get dressed first?"
>Fleetfoot lays a hand on your shoulder, her body uncomfortably close to yours, to the point where you can feel her breath on the back of your neck
>"And why would you want to do that? You're not embarrassed to be around us, are you?"
"No, but... I..."
>"Aww! Look how nervous she is!"
>"I know, right? You think she's a virgin?"
>The twins step towards you now, each of them placing a hand on your hips
>You bite your lip, trying not to run away
>They're just your teammates, after all
>They're just messing with you, right?
>It's just a little good-natured prank...
>R-right?
>Spitfire circles an arm around your waist, pulling you body against hers
>You go rigid as you press against her, the sudden shake of bare, exposed intimacy sending your brain into panic mode
>"Cute little thing like her? I bet not. Right Dash? You've got a boyfriend somewhere, yeah?"
"I... I..."
>You choke down the lump forming in your throat
"N-no."
>"No? Girlfriend, huh? It's okay, we accept all types."
>Her arm starts to trail lower down your back
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>>27470271
Jef
Jef wat r u doin
Jef
Stahp
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>>27470271
FUCK
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>>27470271
"I, um... I d-don't... I've never..."
>Spitfire's hand trails across your butt, giving you a little squeeze
>The other girls press in from all sides, their hands trailing like spiders across your flesh
>You suck in your breath, hardly even able to string words together
>Spitfire cackles
>"Never? Well..."
>The girls press against you, forcing you out of the showers and back into the locker room
>Spitfire moves away from you, sitting on one of the wooden benches with her legs spread
>"I think it's time someone broke you in."
>Flitter grabs one arm, and Cloudchaser grabs the other, twisting them and forcing you to your knees
"Ah!"
>You cry out in pain as they bend your face towards Spitfire's exposed, glistening vagina
>"This is an exclusive team, rookie. We don't let anyone on unless they're giving us something in return."
>You're so close you can smell her arousal, its pungency filling your nostrils in such a way as to send you deeper into the spirals of panic
>You struggle in vain against the twins, but they're stronger than they look
>Fleetfoot, meanwhile, unzips her gym bag, pulling out several long, knobby, twisted plastic tools
>It's not hard to imagine what they're for
"S-stop! I haven't... I don't want to! Please! D-don't make me..."
>The grip on your arms slackens, but not enough for you to escape
>"Make you? We're not making you do anything, Dash. You want to be on this team, right?'
"Y-yes, but... I c-can't... please..."
>"If you say the words, we'll let you go right now. But you can forget about ever being a member of the Wonderbolts."
"I... but..."
>You could leave now?
>You could just go back to join the highschool team, and...
>And then what?
>Everyone there hates you, or thinks you're a laughing stock
>These people actually like you...
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>>27470321
God dammit Mango why
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>>27470321
>pulling out several long, knobby, twisted plastic tools
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>>27470321

Damnit dash. That's rape culture
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>>27470321
I have most doubtful boner in my life.
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>>27470321
>"You want to join us, right Dashie?"
>Spitfire caresses your chin, turning your face up to stare into her eyes
"I... I r-really do, but..."
>"Well, we can't just let anyone on the team. They need to prove themselves, right?"
"Y-yeah... but I c-can't..."
>"You can't? Well, if you can't even do this for us, Dashie... we really don't think you'll fit on the team."
>You gulp
>Today has been amazing, the first time you ever felt any genuine admiration and respect from your friends
>You could...
>Just this once, maybe...
>It's worth it, right?
>To finally have real friends...
>"I promise we'll be gentle~"
>Spitfire pats your head
>You hang your head
"Okay..."
>The twins keep your arms pinned as you bend your face down towards Spitfire's crotch
"I'll do it..."
>"Good girl."
>Spitfire strokes your hair as you timidly extend your tongue towards her cunt
>A jolt of pain rocks your body as Fleetfoot's hand connects with your ass, sending a loud *smack* reverberating through the room
>Something hard, and painfully large begins to force its way up inside your body
>You wince, tears streaming down your face as Spitfire's taste fills your mouth
>Her hand entwines itself with your hair, forcing your face in deeper
>"Welcome to the Initiation..."
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>>27470354
>tools
That's mean it's going to be double penetration.
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>>27470389
M-mustn't masturbate to lesbian hazing.
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>>27470389
I hope after that she will go to Anon for some comfort.
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>>27470389
Unf
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>>27470271
Jeff, please, I beg you again, I beg you from the depths my cold dead heart, dont do this to me
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>>27470523
>>27470389
Jeff, please, I beg you from the depths of my rock hard boner, do this to me
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>>27470523
>>27470547
And these are two sides of me right now.
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>>27470389
>inb4 the guys do the same thing to new guy recruits
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>>27470719
>Dash finds out about this
>Tries to join again as a guy
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>>27470389
I'm hard and legitimately sad at the same time.

What the fuck, Joff Mangam?
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>>27470389
Was a good story, but now it sucks. Bring back Reverse Trap Fluttershy, I'm done with Jeff.
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>>27471336
:'^

Flutter story will be updating tonight.
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>>27470389
I don't even watch or have anything to do with MLP. I only came to this board because a friend of mine used to watch the show.

And yet I find myself still occasionally popping by to read these stories, odd right?

Anyway, good work so far, I only wish it wasn't so sad. Seeing people go through pain, even fictional ones always gets to me... And yet I keep reading lol.
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>>27470389
REEEEEEEEEEEE
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>>27471434
THe beauty of MLP is that they have a "good" pool of writer. Sometimes its hit or miss.
Heck I used to write stories here too and never watched a single episode
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>>27471691
I've only watched seasons 1 and 2 and I have 3-4 stories in progress.

[spoilers]>mfw I haven't touched them in months.[/spoiler]
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>>27470389
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FLUTTERTRAP WHENever it is convenient
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>>27470389
>Losing your virginity like this
>not giving it to anon
No winners here only losers
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>>27473355
Anon is just as bad in this story
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>>27473363
Anon is straight dumb as hell. Then again I am kinda more likely to pick up on the fact that she is going through serious turmoil due to my own experiences.
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>>27473430
At least we agree that this is getting unconfortably depressing
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>>27473355
I feel that feel as well.
It's a fucking disgrace
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>>27470389
If there is one thing I learned from Jeff's stories is that he will always make me loose my shit with rage, but in the end it will work out unless sad fic. But goddamn he knows how to make excellent villains.
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Bamp
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>>27475442
Boomp
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>>27473355
This.
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>>27471336
Now we need a rape scene in Flutters story. You know, her dad would say something like "If you want to be a woman I'll make one from you!" and then feels happen.
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>>27477480
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>>27477480
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>>27477480
Dude, no.
My heart couldn't take it.
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>>27378583
Did somebody say short hair?
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>>27479540
Moar?
>MOAR
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>>27477480
No don't you fucking dare. Please Flutters does not deserve it.
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>>27479540
Moar please?
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I thought this was a tomboy thread, but it seems more like a feels thread.
Why can't I just have my happy sexy times, /mlp/?
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Clearly the author enjoys fluffy abuse.
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>>27471336
This. We already know that jeff rymes with drama. Turning every scene of your green in a hopeless nightmare is redundant and feels like a lack of creativity from you. Surprise us for fuck sake, the flutters story is far more enjoyable because it's hard to tell if it's going to turn right or not.
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>>27479540
short haired girls is best girls
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>>27480296
Your opinion is agreeable, Anon.
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>>27480296
Short hairs are my kryptonite.
Got any short haired gilda?
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>>27477480
>I'll make one from you!
>Let's get down to business,
>To defeat, your cunt!
>Did they send a daughter,
>When I asked for a son?
>You're the girliest son I've ever met
>But you can bet, before we're thru
>Flutters I'll make man outta you!
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>>27477480
No, fuck you.
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>>27480296
>>27479540
My niggas.
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>>27470389
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>>27480237
>that pic
God dammit anon, it's too soon.
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>A thread supported soley by one writefag
You lurkers should be ashamed
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>>27485578
Fine
ill try...
Time to oil up these rusty skills

Ill be stealing the flutter intro
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>>27485761
Good on you mang, be the change you want to be.
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>>27485799
hmm...
Too rusty. ill need some time.
night
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Bimp
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>>27485927
Liar.
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>>27485761
Do it, faggit.
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>>27454302
"You're right. But still... you've heard how he talks about that stupid rabbit, right?"
>"Um, no? Today is the first time I've spent any real time with the guy."
"Oh. Well... it's pretty much his life. In fact, it's probably... oh, shit."
>"What?"
"It's probably been his only friend for a long time."
>"Oof."
"Yeah..."
>"So... leaving the bunny behind isn't an option?"
"Only as a last resort. I don't want to see what'll happen to Butters if he loses Angel."
>"Alright. Makes sense."
>Dash kicks back, trying to appear calm despite the worry you can see reflected in her eyes
>"Then what's the plan?"
>You lean your head into your hands, letting your breath out in a huff
"That's a good question. I have no idea. His dad's a fucking psycho. There's no way he'll let Butters just take the rabbit."
>"Yeah..."
>Dash kicks off her sandals, her toes fidgeting with the seat's linoleum
>"I think I've got an idea, actually."
"Yeah?"
>"Mhm. It's... kinda stupid though, if you're cool with that."
"If I wasn't cool with stupid ideas, we wouldn't be dating."
>Dash chuckles, elbowing you in the ribs

>Fluttershy isn't in his usual corner the next morning, nor anywhere in the cafeteria
>You scan the halls of the school while Dash heads off to meet with her soccer team, hoping for any sign of your reclusive friend
>The longer you go without finding him, the worse the pressure in your stomach begins to feel
>His dad did something awful, you're sure of it
>When the bell signaling the start of homeroom rings, you lean against a row of lockers, breathing heavily to try to calm yourself
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>>27488994
Oh no.
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>>27488994
>Getting through your first class is hell
>What happened to him?
>Could his dad have hurt him that badly?
>Or even killed him?
>No, he wouldn't go that far
>You're overreacting
>His dad is bad, but he wouldn't...
>Would he?
>Only ten minutes have passed in the first period
>How are you going to make it?

>"Mr. Anonymous?"
>Twenty minutes into class, Ms. Harshwhinny's voice interrupts your daydreaming
>To be perfectly honest, you're happy to hear her
>Your own imagination is taking you only to increasingly darker places
"Yes, ma'am?"
>"Is everything alright?"
>The entire class turns to look at you
>Looking down, you realize that you're soaked in sweat, and pale as chalk
>You've clenched your pencil so hard it's snapped in half, one of the shattered ends poking into your hand, causing a thing line of blood to drip down your fingers
"Yeah. I'm fine."
>Ms. Harshwhinny, as always, is not a woman to be easily mislead
>"I see."
>She sighs, getting up from her desk
>"Come with me, Mr. Anonymous."
"Huh?"
>She steps out into the hallway, motioning for you to follow
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>>27489038
>"Now, Mr. Anonymous, tell me what's wrong."
"It's really nothing, ma'am. I appreciate the concern, but--"
>"Anonymous, I understand that my class isn't exactly the most riveting experience in the world. But no one does this..."
>She grabs ahold of your bleeding hand
>"...to themselves over 'nothing.' Now, if this is something you'd rather now share, I'll understand. But you can't honestly expect me to stand idly by when one of my students is so obviously suffering. That would be disgustingly unprofessional."
>You bite your lip
>How much do you trust Harshwhinny?
"Do you know Fluttershy, ma'am? He's in my year."
>Harshwhinny considers for a moment, then nods
>"I believe I do. Had him in my Intro to Economics course last year. He was a good student, if not very talkative."
"He hasn't shown up today."
>"Oh?"
"And I'm worried. His... his home situation isn't great."
>A flash of understanding shows in Harshwhinny's eyes
>"I see. Well, I can check the attendance record for today, to see if his father sent in any notice of his absence."
"Please."
>Harshwhinny pulls her phone from her pocket, dextrous fingers scrabbling across its screen
>"Apparently his dad registered a sick notice some time around five in the morning."
"He did?"
>"Indeed. The record says he called us almost four hours ago."
>She stores her phone back in the pocket of her jacket
>"Now, about this family situation. Is this something I should be notifying the police of?"
"I... I'm not sure yet."
>Harshwhinny frowns
>"I see."
>She starts back towards the door to the classroom, then reconsiders
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>>27489097
>"Well... as he's your friend, I'll trust your judgment on this, Anonymous. But if you need my help or advice, for any reason, let me know."
>She scribbles something down on a piece of paper, and passes it into your hand
>"Now, do you feel up to continuing class? Or do would you like me to excuse you to the nurse's office?"

>After Harshwhinny's class finishes, you go back to wandering the hallways for the twenty minute break period
>You still don't see him
>Harshwhinny's phone number is now stowed safely in your wallet
>You hope you won't have to use it, but if Fluttershy doesn't show up today...
>Well, you have a feeling you'll need some help
>"Anon! Dude, where is he?"
>Dash grabs onto your arm, looking worried
"I don't know. His dad reported him sick this morning."
>"His dad? Oh shit, dude..."
"Yeah. If he doesn't show up by the end of the day, I'm thinking we go get him."
>"No, dude. You know that's a bad idea."
"I can't just sit here any do nothing."
>"I know, man. I know. It sucks."
>Dash leans against the locker
>"I barely know this guy, and I'm worried sick. You must feel awful. But, come on, we gotta stick to the plan."
"But if he doesn't show up..."
>"Then we'll make a new plan. Come on."
>She pulls you into a brisk hug
>"We're gonna figure this out. I'll see you before lunch, alright?"

>"Before lunch" takes absolutely forever to arrive
>You end up doodling in your notebook for the entirety of your history class, unable to focus
>No matter how much you try to focus, your mind just runs circles through all the awful things that could be happening to Fluttershy
>You hope he's okay...
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>>27489171
Lurking please continue.
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>>27489171

>And then, just as you're heading back to the cafeteria to attempt to choke down some lunch, you see him
>Fluttershy's hunched over his locker, dropping his books inside while avoiding eye contact with anyone around him
>Despite the heat, he's dressed in a thick, long-sleeved sweater
>And, okay, maybe you lose your cool just a *little* bit
>And maybe you kinda, sorta, you know...
>...run up and hug the everloving shit out of him
"Butters! You're alright!"
>You practically tackle the poor guy into his locker, wrapping his tiny body in your arms
>"A-ah!"
>He struggles for a moment, panicked, before realizing it's you
>"A-A-Anon! What are you... p-people are watching..."
"He didn't hurt you, right? You're alright?"
>"I, uh... y-yeah. I'm fine..."
>Even through the sweater, you can feel his heart hammering through his skinny chest
>You break the hug, holding Fluttershy at arm's length while you examine him
>He averts his eyes, and a tiny tremor runs through his body
"Butters? What did he do to you?"
>"N-nothing. I'm f-fine, I promise."
>He fidgets with the sleeves of his sweater, the cuffs drooping down over his hands
>"Were you r-really worried about me?"
"Of course! Holy shit, I thought... I thought he'd done something crazy..."
>"Ha... no... n-nothing crazy, j-just the usual."
>He realizes what he said just before it's too late
"The usual? What's the usual?"
>"It's n-nothing. I'm f-fine, really."
>He goes back to fidgeting with the sleeves of his sweater
"Butters?"
>"Y-yeah?"
"What's under the sleeves?"
>"N-nothing! J-just... I, y-you know... was cold..."
"Even though it's seventy-five degrees outside?"
>>
Who's lurking?
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>>27489675
Anon should take Butters to the spa.
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>>27489675
>He back up against the locker
>"It's... it's nothing serious."
>Fluttershy holds up his arms, sleeves slipping down to reveal dark purple bruises marring the pale skin of his forearms
"Jesus."
>"It's r-really nothing. He was j-just in a bad mood yesterday, and..."
"Butters..."
>You sigh
>He's clearly not in the mood to be chided right now
>The poor guy looks like he's barely keeping it together as it is
"I'm just really glad you're okay."
>You give him another hug, this one much gentler than the first
>Fluttershy leans his head on your shoulder, squeezing himself against you
>"Th-thank you so much, Anon..."
"For what?"
>"For t-trying so hard to help. And just for... for c-caring what happens to me."

>You eat lunch with Fluttershy, of course
>He's pretty averse to eating in the cafeteria, so you carry food up to the seldom-used third floor of Canterlot High, and eat together in the corner of an empty classroom
>Where, as usual, he tells you more about his stupid rabbit
>And god damn, you never thought listening to stories about someone's bunny would be so enjoyable
>Hell, he could be telling you in-detail about the Rwandan Genocide, and you'd still be happy to listen to him
>You're just so glad this poor fucker's okay
>Well, as okay as he can get...
>"And then I t-took Angel downstairs, and he sat in my l-lap while I was drawing. And he only b-bit me twice! He's r-r-really getting a lot better."
"Yeah? Can he do any tricks?"
>"Well... him not biting me is already k-kind of a trick... heh..."
>Fluttershy holds out his hand for example, where you can see it's pocked with a half dozen tiny, angry little bite marks
>"But he's a g-good bunny, though. He's really sweet, he just has a bit of an attitude problem."
"Huh. Sounds like Dash."
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>>27489675
>"The usual? What's the usual?"
We all know what.
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Bump of life
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>>27489934
Light of my life, I bet thee to continue
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>>27490622
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boop
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>>27490042
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>>27348550
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Bumping for more reverse fluttertrap
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>>27495227
Bumping for more reverse dash
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>>27495903
>no reverse ponk
Sad
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>>27495929
>Reverse ponk
Neh
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>>27496459
what do you mean "neh"?
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>>27496503
Dude, how the fuck would she work as a reverse trap?
Atleast Dash is tomboyish by default and Flutters is already shy & withdrawn.
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>>27498275
Ponk can do what she likes.
You know she's the kind of gal who'd get plastic surgery just to make a prank work.

>Be Anon in Humanland.
>Go to college with ponko puh, your friend who you've known since kindergarten.
>Go to her place one night.
>Play vidya with her, watch movies.
>She wants to lewd you.
>You think lewding with her would be fun.
>You foreplay a bit.
>Clothes start coming off.
>It's just like kindergarten, naked fun times all over again.
>Your face is against her belly as you take her shorts off.
>FLOP.
>That's a penis right there.
>Right in your face.
>Pinkie laughs heartily at you.
>"Hahahahahapffffffff you should see the look on your face!"
>Her throes of laughter make his cock slap your face repeatedly
>"And now that you're down there, how about you give my lollypop a lick?"
>You wrap your lips around his firm rod and get to work
>It's only fair, after all the time's he's done it for you
>Oh that Pinkie Pie, what prank will she and the med students think up next?
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>>27498409
Go back to that terrible general I wish would die already.
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>>27498409
A deal's, a deal Anon...
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>>27498409
>Trap Ponka
Fucking unf, m8. If she was in Pinkamena mode it would be 10/10.
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>>27499396
Ohshit, you got the story that pic was made for?
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bup
>>
bop
>>
New bread when?
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>>27502004
As soon as this one 404's, hopefully. I won't be able to write for a few more hours, but I'll show up in the next thread with newly-updated pastebins and more green.
>>
Boom. Bam...bop. Badaba boom...
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Any stories concerning feminine penises?
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>>27503302
I like this idea too. Maybe we can make next thread sissy & tomboy thread? So we can have greens for both traps an reverse-traps?
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>>27503398
oh shit, forgot this was a tomboy thread and not a trap/reverse trap thread
disregard >>27503302
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>>27503416
But this thread already turned into reverse-trap thread by Jeff. Why not embrace all forms of traps?
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>>27503398
>>27503437
This.
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New thread
>>27503874
>>27503874
>>27503874
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>>27503877
Thanks, familia
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