Anon in pony prison #39

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Ha.
First post.

>>27456437
SUP!

>>27456437

Is your pastebin updated?

http://pastebin.com/u/Iron_Tarkington

Y'all forgot a bin

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>Be CrimAnon
>Finding work in the pony world is tough for a guy, let alone an alien one.
>Sure there were plenty of jobs were you could be nothing more than some eye-candy for desperate mares.
>But fuck that noise.
>”FREEZE CRIMINAL SCUM!”
>And there’s the cop.
>She shows up whenever you decide to simply go outside.
>Walking past the police mare you flick her on the nose, watching with satisfaction as her snout scrunches up.
“Nope got grocery shopping to do.”
>The mare has for a reason you’ll never understand followed you in an attempt to catch you doing something illegal.
>She never would.
>Your particular act of deviance was so well concealed the only way you’d be found out is if you professed everything yourself.
>And even then they would probably never figure out what exactly you did.
>”Ok, same time tomorrow?”
“Yup.”

Alright, I have a small amount of green to give you all. About 1k.

>Three quick raps on the door wakes you up.
>An unknown male voice calls into the room, sounding slightly annoyed.
>”Anyone in there? It’s lunch time.”
>A moment or two passes, and you can hear him call out the same thing to the room next to yours.
>You slowly stand up as the room spins a bit.
>Wow, maybe you shouldn’t of stood up so fast.
>Stumbling towards the door you regain your balance before looking around, making sure no one saw that. A bit of movement draws your attention to the other corner.
>Chrysalis looks at you with an amused expression on her face, trying to hide a smirk.
“Don’t say a thing.”
>She shakes her head smiling and walks over to you.
>”I’m rather hungry. Let’s go.
>Pushing past you, she goes into the hall.
>You follow behind her.
“So… are there a lot of ponies in this place? I haven’t seen many so far.”
>Still walking and not looking back at you, she replies.
>”Depends on how you’d define ‘a lot’. Give me a number.”
>Damn, she’s kinda bitchy.
“Um, more than a 100?”
>She barks out a quick laugh.
>Turning a corner and going into a hall intersection, you see a VERY large amount of ponies walking everywhere.
“I revise my statement. Is there more than a thousand?”
>Chrysalis smiles.

>>27456670
>You and her make your way back to the cafeteria.
>Beforehand, when the warden let you have brief look into the room you didn’t really appreciate how large it was.
>It was an 100 meter by 100 meter room, with rows upon rows of tables and benches.
>As dozens upon dozens of ponies piled into the room, fans on the roof started.
>Well at least it won’t be super hot.
>You watch Chrysalis split off from your side and go towards one of the many lines of creatures getting food.
>The selection is completely herbivore.
>Not even just herbivore, it’s completely vegan.
>If you were going to be here for a few years, you couldn’t survive on this!
>The only protein they had was some untouched moldy pistachios.
>Hell, there were obvious predatory species here, why did they only have salads and shit?!
>Griffons are probably carnivorous, judging by their beaks and lion/eagle ancestry.
>You look around the place, trying to spy a guard so you can ask.
>But there isn’t a single one in here.
>Repeated once again: What the fuck.
>At the very least, you weren’t even hungry.
>Before you got hauled off, you had a nice large feast of rabbit.

>>27456683
>Deciding to ignore the food problem for now, you move onto the next issue.
>The age old question of ‘where should I sit?’ was brought up once again.
>You thought that when you finished high school that problem would end.
>Of course not, and this time it’s in a magical pony prison.
>The obvious groups of the jocks, nerds, loners, goths, gossips groups etc. were there.
>And of course, an entire table was for just black shirts.
>There was only a few of them- a weird ass mismatched chimera thing, two lanky tanish-green unicorns with their manes colored like a barbershop pole, a much smaller version of Chrysalis, and a griffon with purple highlights around her eyes.
>At the end of the table, far away from anyone else, was a goddamn sasquatch.
>Like the lanky, paranormal looking sasquatch. Even looking at it gave you shivers down your spine. It had tiny, beady eyes staring at it’s tray filled with leaves.
>No other way to describes its appearance other than ‘unnatural.’
>Seeing no other place to sit than with the black-shirts, you start slowly plodding over to them.
>As you get closer, none of them notice you besides the sasquatch.
>Looking at it out of the corner of your eyes, you notice it’s shoulders rise up.
>Its eyes widen if apparent fear, standing on guard.
>Just from its reaction, you know it’s not from this world.
>A creature from here seemed to be unable to show or comprehend any threat of even mild violence.
>Not to mention, why would it have that reaction if it didn’t know what you were?

I lied. 800 words. Whoops.
I'll have a lot more tomorrow, I promise.

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>>27456593
>Sitting in the dimly lit living room you waited.
>The courier would be here any minute now, ready to pick up the newest batch and give you the cut of the last shipments take.
>The knock on the door was the indication you were waiting for.
“Come in, the doors open.”
>You weren’t scared that it was the cops, it was already past nine so well past their bed-time.
>Hearing the door open and close you saw a mare enter.
>”You got the stuff?”
“As soon as I get my fee, then yes.”
>Watching her head swivel back and into her saddlebags she retrieved a jingling bag gripped by her teeth.
>Tossing it on the table in front of you, you reached over and dumped the contents out.
>Golden bits, stacking them up neatly you counted.
>One, two, three, four…
“There’s only four hundred bits here.” It was more of a statement than a question.
>”Business is slow, you saw what’s going on out there. Selling this stuff is getting harder at the old prices.”
“My cut is five hundred, this is what I agreed on with your boss.”
>”For celestia’s sake colt, its one hundred bits get over it.”
“Here’s the thing, I get my payment one way or another.” The mare looked visibly nervous.
>This mare was still new, she never heard of your reputation or your particular tastes.
>Standing up you walked right up to the mare.
>Your form towering over her.
>She was terrified, ears flat against her head and tail tucked under her body.
>Oh you were going to get your hundred bits worth alright.

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>>27456863
>The mare only struggled for a few seconds after you snatched her up.
>Sitting in your chair, her small frame propped against your chest as your hand travelled over her soft tummy.
>Whatever reservation she had were gone as your fingers travelled over the silky smooth hair.
>Quiet whinnies accompanied her constant shifting trying to press herself further into you.
>Some called you a monster just because you enjoyed a good cuddle.
>Minutes passed until the mare had a goofy satisfied smile on her face.
>Standing up you set her down on the cushion, grabbing the tightly wrapped package sitting beside it, you placed it inside her saddlebags.
>Walking to the closet you grabbed a blanket and covered her up, her eyes trying to focus on you but obviously fighting to stay open.
“Get some sleep, a tummy rub takes a lot out of you. The stuff is in your saddlebag.”
>Being a criminal had its perks sometimes.

>>27456670
Holy shit your back. FUCK YEAH!

>>27456349
You forgot the edition and mulp /prison/ page, Op
I though I would win the edition with my Cpr warden green (sad face)
And tfw that pony is in a hospital waiting for his Anon with sadness

>>27456956
I didn't know, no one was posting a new thread before the old one died. Feel free to add it.

>>27456993
Edition is decided by votes, not me!

>>27456874
Yessssss. Culddlesluts are muh fetish.
>>27457011
Don't know what voting thing your talking about, I just posted sense no one else did.

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>>27456874
Is this it?
Is this the end already?
If so well done, if not git writing

ey faggots been out for a while

my green fix of pony prison pretty pronounced

what good green should i start first?

>>27456863
>>27456874
It's super cute, until you realize Anon is selling actual crystal meth.

>>27457055
If you're into traps, Wand of Inferno has got you covered. Otherwise go for PhysicsAnon. He may be dead but his memory will live on.

>>27457516
thanks m8

THE BIN HAS BEEN UPDATED

>>27457516
Equestrian ice is made of sugar and egg whites

Couldn't update because I was in a meeting with my brother and some members of my family.
Promise something tomorrow if homework let me rest

>>27456593
Jesus Christ Anon, spoiler that shit, this is a blue board and we don't want mods to be mad at us!
>>”Ok, same time tomorrow?”
>“Yup.”
Haha

>>27456874
Ok I seriously need a psychologist, now I get boners for damn cuddle greentexts

>>27456670
Ah, you finally updated!
Gonna read your stuff in my phone before sleeping and reply from it

God I love these threads. Cute and funny. But goddamnit since the very first thread, I've always thought that if these ponies turn into mind melted afterglow messes after cuddles, imagine what would happen if anon actually DID do the deed. I mean if I imagine that it exists, but ponies only ever do it for reproduction, and the thought of a mare getting fingered by anon not even knowing that such a thing exists, it rustles my jimmies on a whole new level. Too bad it probably won't happen here.

>>27459139
Is that a challenge?

>>27459218
Yes.

>>27456694
Good for a comeback, juggy

>>27456694
Hmmm, looks like things are getting interesting.

>>27459139
Zew keeps saying they are going to have lewd in their story and they write adequately

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>>27460482
Writefags say a lot of things.
Never rust a writefag. He'll say anything to get off the hook and stop writing.

There will be raids.
There will be greens!
Even if we have to take them from the writefags!

>>27459218
What kind of kinky shit are Anon and Shorty gonna do?

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Reminder that Blue Candle has done lewd things with his sister:

>>You sit on the lap of your sleeping sister as you take a long sigh
>>At least her lap is cozy to sit on
>>Cozy… just like her cuddles and se-
>>Ehrmm…
>>Aaaaanyway

>>27456349
I require pictures, pictures of cute police ponies

>>27460548
>Be Anon
>Tried to take the green from the writefags
>Got arrested and sent to pony prison
>It's basically sweeden
>Meatballs and windmills everywhere
>Long twisty pathways that never seem to end.
>There is no sun, no moon.
>Only the high ceiling and its dark metal secrets lies above.
>The doors to the outside world aren't even locked.
>They don't need to be.
>It's not like you'll ever find them in this maze, after all.

>>27460877
Ghostcest is legal in most multiplicities.

>>27460963
Everything is legal if they cant see you

>>27461144
So if you poke out a policeman's eyes, it's not a crime?

>>27461302
You would feel bad.

>>27460844
Maybe Anon will accept Zakon invite and play Twister with them and Short Fuse comes too wearing something for the occasion maybe

>>27461605
Like a tutu?

>>27462257
I wonder if my drawfriend is free to draw him with that.

>>27462741
It would be cute, lets make him keep the warden hat and use it as the next pic for the thread.

A simple bump

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>>27456874
>The mare was gone in the morning.
>A small “thank you” note and a folded blanket being the only indication that she was ever there.
>Her boss was probably going to ask her why she never came back, even though she knew the answer.
>It wasn’t any secret that you liked cuddling, for some reason the ponies found the act lewd beyond description.
>But again you didn’t care, you got cuddles.
>Walking down the stairs into the basement you surveyed your small lab.
>It was simple really, a small tank for the refining the product and a vat for mixing it all together.
>Getting the necessary ingredients was the hard part.
>One which usually involved a trip to the sea to stock up on the water.
>A little chemistry and before you knew it you created a substance that no one back home would even raise an eyebrow about.
>But here, the potent combination of sea salt and sugar was a high crime.
>If that cop mare ever actually caught you, you would probably face two maybe even three days in pony prison.
>But the payoff was good so the risk, at least in your eyes, was well worth it.
>And again you got some cuddling out of it.

Pic is somewhat related, not really but I find it funny.

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>>27460548

>>27463446
Fuck yeah salt dealer anon. Saltwater taffy must be like crack.

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>>27463446
>Watching the home of that dastardly hyoumane through a pair of binoculars you couldn’t help but frown.
>He was up to something.
>You could feel it in your Cutie mark.
>That mare that left his place this morning, wobbly on her hooves.
>They probably did things together.
>Lewd things.
>He probably held h..he..her close and told her she was pretty pony.
>Did he brush her mane or or or scratch her ears?
>How disgraceful!
>He was going down!
>A quick stop at the station, and a warrant for lewd actions and BAM!! You got yourself an arrest.
>Today you were going to put this vile beast behind bars.

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>>27463756
Noice

I could update if 'twould please Ye me lord

>>27464506
Proceed storyteller.

>>27464525
K

>>27456593
Oh why hello there, is this a mix of prison and rgre?

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>>27464591
Maybe, probably. I just write stuff as the ideas come. If people like it I keep going.

>>27410578
>How did you feel?
>”I still feel just great Chicken! It’s a shame about what’s happening to Witlick”
>She looks confused
“So nothing’s happening to you?”
>”Nope, feeling just-
>The world suddenly becomes hyper focussed, gaining a white glowing background light
>Everyone begins to slow, their movements leaving behind blurred trails of motion
>Chicken speaks, but her voice sounds slow and distorted, much deeper than it truly was
“Anonymous?”
>”J-just fine”
>Your vision fades into pure white and everything goes silent
>For what felt like eternity nothing happened
>But soon your ears pick up something
>The faintest of noises
>You can’t pinpoint its location, as it seems to be coming from all directions
>The sound slowly grows in volume, but you still can’t quite make out what it could be
>Suddenly the noise explodes to almost deafeningly loud levels
>(https://www.audionetwork.com/browse/m/track/clown-feet_67316)
>As it does your vision is claimed by great swirling, intermixing colours, fractals and mirrored patterns flash around your peripheries
>It’s like you’re watching the birth of a rainbow while looking through a kaleidoscope
>But most importantly you’re off your fucking tits!
>You have no shame in saying right now you feel fucking euphoric, tip that fucking fedora
>Absolute ecstasy runs through your veins as you float about in the endless universe of complex lights and patterns
>You lose yourself in the ether of light and pleasure, mind drifting to nothing at all, content with simple existence itself
>But something tugs incessantly at your conscious
“Are you alright Anonymous?!”
>Chicken Scratche's essence swirls around you
>”I’m just fine swirly ghost”
“That isn’t good”
>Chicken’s essence leaves with a sense of worry attached to it
>A golden flame envelopes your body while your mind is filled with the presence of Ember Heart
“Do you need help Mr. Anonymous. You're looking a bit... different”

>>27464684
>You run your fingers through the warm flames covering your body
>”This is so warm”
“OH! Mr. Anonymous, what are you ~ah! Please can you ~hah~ stop?”
>”But this fire feels amazing!”
“Oh dear~ah”
>The flames around your body slowly condense into a more defined, pony-like, shape
>The swirling and dancing colours begin to fade in intensity, parts of your true surroundings flashing into your vision
>Air rushes into your lungs as your body takes a mighty breath, your vision and consciousness returning to the true world, euphoria fading
>Did that doctor just slip you 10 tabs of acid with that spell?
>Amazingly Witlick has only just started rubbing his freshly struck horn; magic forcefully dissipated from his body
>So that didn’t last for eternity as you’d thought
>Chicken has a concerned, semi-embarrassed, look on her face, it could have something to do with what’s in your arms
>Ember was held tightly in your grasp, her body burnt with embarrassment
>Your hands had stopped their exploratory movements once you’d become truly self-aware
>One was thrust up around the back of her head and was running through her mane, pushing her head down onto your chest
>The other was sitting, post-squeeze, but from the look on her face more likely post-multiple-squeezes, on her flank
“Oh my goodness”
>You fling your arms back and release the trapped mare
>”I am so sorry Ember Heart, I swear I didn-
>The flustered mare looks up at you with a sweating face and cuts you off
“Do not apologise Mr. Anonymous, you were under the effects of a mind altering spell, your actions were not your own”
>”I’m still sorry”
>Thankfully for Ember it would seem only Chicken had seen what had happened, everyone else was still focused on Witlick
>Ember, who has yet to get off, wipes her forehead with a hoof
“So are you alright Mr. Anonymous? We may have had a complication”
>For whatever reason this draws the attention of most the researchers

>>27464734
>Which then gives Ember enough incentive to jump down and re-join her peers
>”Uh, yeah, I feel alright, something weird was happening before. I saw a bunch of colours and lost consciousness for a second maybe”
“I saw, but, ah…”
>Ember Heart points her hoof back at you. She’d regained her composure quickly
“Mr. Anonymous please look at your arm”
>You lift your arm
>Something doesn’t seem quite right there
>Your skin, it was… it was rainbow
>Your entire body looked like it had been tie dyed! Hot damn that looks fucked!
>”Groovy man”
>You laugh at your own expense
>Ember’s head tilts in confusion, along with everyone else’s
“You find this funny? It’s pretty serious Mr. Anonymous, who knows when that’ll wear off”
>”Yeah, but at least now I’m the most colourful creature in this world. I didn’t even think you could get more colourful than a pony, hehe”
>Her red mane covers her face as she shakes her head back and forth
“I know Soft Cotton’s report said it was difficult to irk you, but /come on/. Mr. Anonymous, why do you show such a brave face? it’s alright to be worried about something like this”
>”I’m not one to stress, it clouds your judgment. I thought you would have figured that out after we met at the, egh-erm, reception desk”
>Her features mirror that of a very irritated pony
“I’d like to talk to you about that soon actually”
>”Sure thing hot stuff”
>You laugh at your ability to both get the mare to blush again, and subtly joke about her name
>With Ember Heart out of action, preoccupied with stammering and blushing, Chicken Scratch takes lead role
“Well then, it’s clear you have tremendous fortitude, most ponies would have a bit more of a reaction than laughing when something like that happens to them. I wish the same of some of our own team members”
>She shakes her head looking to Witlick who was whimpering due to his sore horn

>>27464778
“Are you feeling better now Witlick, can you describe what happened to you?”
>Dr. Witlick dutifully nods and blinks back tears
“As I had stated I was attempting to end the spell, but then, well, you saw what happened! I had no control over my horn! I couldn’t even feel it on my head! No matter what I tried to do it wouldn’t listen, it was just doing whatever it wanted!”
>He looks up to his horn
“Bad horn!, bad! Don’t do that anymore!”
“Very good Dr. Witlick, Ember Heart please take us through the magical field results”
>Ember recovers herself now that she’d been called upon
>She brings up the graphs as before and you all watch the jagged spike of Witlick’s spell
>It blinks away at the point in time it makes contact with you
>Ember begins to narrate
“Okay so that’s just like every other time”
>The spike reappears, as before, but…
“Here, see! When Witlick tries to stop the spell Mr. Anonymous’ body suddenly lets it out, but it’s not as before, this one has been altered to such a different state that it would count as an entirely different spell”
>Chicken laughs nervously
“hehe, but that’s more impossible than before, Ember it obvious that the instrument is broken, or we don’t know how to read it properly. It’s brand new tech after all, from the Princess /and/ Discord themselves”
>Ember Heart nods
“I’ve been considering that, and it is a possibility. The only way to be sure would be to have either Discord or Princess Twilight here to go over the results themselves”
>Chicken Scratches face turns grave as she hears the options
“I’d rather not have Discord involved with anything to do with Anonymous”
*Sigh*
“Does anypony know how to get the Princess here?”
>Witlick has an answer
“We can just ask Princess Luna, she has a vested interest in this study”
>A general sense of agreement passes through the group

>>27464826
“Alright, that’s our way in. Anonymous, you’ve been through quite a bit today, you’ve earned yourself a break while we monitor your, eh, situation. Hopefully you’ll be looking normal any minute now. Feel free to move around, but you’ll have to have your electrodes put back on”
>”Okay”
>While you strip off your electrode pads the researcher break apart
>Some remain on the deck, writing things down and messing with the equipment
>Others, the majority, move into the adjacent domes, taking out snacks and making cups of tea
>A single researcher comes up to wait beside you
>”And what exactly are you doing Ember Heart?”
“I volunteered as the pony to monitor you. Which means for the next few minutes I’ll be sticking to you like glue”
>”Ha, cleaver pony. So now I’ve nowhere to escape when you start interrogating me”
“Something like that”
>You begin moving toward the domes exit and Ember quickly dashes after you
“Hey! You’re not getting away that easily! Stop running”
>You turn back around to her
>”I’m not running, I was just walking, and whatever you’re going to ask shouldn’t be overheard by the other researcher, so I was moving outside”
>She looks embarrassed
“I-I knew that! And your legs are too long! Even if you’re not running you have to slow down”
>”A lot of ponies just trot to keep up with me”
>Her embarrassment turns to annoyance
“Yes, well, I’m quite sick of /running/, especially from the POLICE!”
>Her shout gains the attention the nearby researchers who look at you confused
>She awkwardly rubs the back of her head and waves the researchers concerns away
>You both silently make your way through the first airlock
>Only once the door closes and the decontamination cycle begins do you speak, breaking the unease that had grown between the two of you
>”I’m sorry about before, but that was a bit explosive don’t you think?”

>>27464851
“Oh goodness, I know, I am so sorry. I’ve just been feeling a bit jumbled today, somepony kidnapped me”
>You laugh clumsily
>The cycle finishes and you walk out
>In the sunlight your skin certainly was a lot more… rainbow-y
>You scan the lawn and find a cluster of bean bags
>”Over there, we can sit on those”
“At least you understand the need for comfort”
>The walk was quick and silent, but by the time you’d reached the soft seats and plopped down your skin had gained an undeniable translucency
>Ember jumps up on your lap and lays down
>”err… Should I be worried about this?”
>You point out your see-through body
“Only if we start seeing your bones”
>She said it with such calm indifference, as if such a thing shouldn’t be worrying to you
>”That’s reassuring”
>She stretches out her forelegs across your thighs
>This Ember character was certainly more cat like in her behaviour than the other ponies you knew, who were more dog-ish, and occasionally bird/bat like
>”Why exactly are you on my lap anyway?”
>You can only make out her widening eyes as she disappears in a flash, spawning upon the bean bag beside you
“W-what are you talking about?”
>”Nothing I guess”
>You would save the poor mare the shame
>”So then, got anything to ask me?”
“I think I’ll start with; Why didn’t you tell me who you were up at Canterlot!?”
>”I did tell you who I was”
>She snorts
“I mean why didn’t you tell me you were the creature I was researching?”
>”Do you want the truth?”
>You receive a quick nod
>”Honestly I just wanted to see how you’d react”
“H-how I’d react? But why?”
>You shrug. What you said was the truth, you’d just been curious to see if she’d freak out or anything
>”As a judge of character? Yeah! That’s it. You lied for me, I know I can trust you now, you’re a good pony”
>Satisfied with the answer, but still not finished she goes on

>>27464873
“About that. I /lied/ for you Mr. Anonymous. That makes me an accomplice to your crime!”
>Her face blanches
“Wait a second… I’m an accomplice to your crime! I could go to jail! Oh my goodness, no, no, no!”
>The distressed British pone rocks about on her seat
>As you had back in Canterlot you place a comforting hand on her shoulder and gently rub up and down
>With a translucent body it’s rather strange seeing how her fur and skin contorts under your hand’s pressure
>”Calm down there Miss Ember Heart, it’ll be fine, I can cover for you. Just take deep breaths”
>She complies and takes a few deep breaths before calming down
“Goodness what a day”
>”So got anything else to ask?”
“Yeah, why were you in Canterlot at all? You’re a prisoner!”
>”It was a pretty uneventful morning down here so I chose to explore up there”
“Eh-ah W-what? Explore! You had an entire Unicorn special ops squad on you! It was chaos in the streets”
>”Chaos? Everyone was just a little spooked that’s all”
>She gives you that look you’d become all too familiar with
>That “What the hell is this guy? He bein’ srs right now?” look
“Why did you take me with you when you ran away?”
>”Duh, those guards were after you as much as they were me. I took you with me out of kindness. How’d that all go back at your university”
>Her generally annoyed look softens
“Well I guess you did save me from the guard, and the university managed to pin the whole event on you so I got away free, also you’re now wanted for attempted bag thievery”
>”Okay, thanks for that”
>She laughs
>”Anything else?”
“Yeah I need to know a few things. It’ll help me decide, and I know you’re waiting for my decision”
>Her decision? This is getting a little weird. Is she going to kill you? No of course not, not after that whole freak out earlier
>”Fine, keep asking”
“Why are you in prison?”

>>27464925
Dis gon be gud.

>>27464925
>”I was starving to death and stole some apples, but then I also assaulted a guard on my way to prison, in fact he was the one who started chasing me today”
“Why did you assault him?”
>”According to the Warden he was being overly aggressive, and he was upsetting the other guards, which was upsetting me”
“Noble enough. Only a couple more to go Mr. Anonymous. Why are you being so kind to me?”
>”I always was a sucker for cuties”
>Now that was the truth. Adorable, usually helpless ponies, just tore at your very soul with the need to comfort them
>Ember Heart's cheeks turn as red as her name sake
“I am not cute Mr. Anonymous!”
>”Really, you look it to me”
“No! Why do you think I am cute!”
>”Because you are”
>She can’t fight the blush, but she forces a serious tone to her voice
“Tell me why, it’ll help with our research”
>Why did you find ponies cute?
>”You’re soft, cuddly and show Neoteny”
“What?”
>”Neoteny, you’re species displays Neoteny”
>She looks at you with her curious eyes, adorable as any pony
”And what is that exactly?”
>”It’s when something retains juvenile traits into adulthood”
>She look angered
“How do I look like a foal!?”
>”Uh, let’s think. Small body with a big head, large eyes, round and soft body features, they’re all characteristics you see in babies, human babies at least, although they’re defiantly in foals too. Human’s evolved to instinctually find these kind of traits appealing to help us protect and nurture our off spring”
“That is interesting. We show the features of your young, and that makes us look cute?”
>”Yes and it’s unbearable!”
>Surprise passes over her face
“Why is it unbearable Mr. Anonymous?”
>”Because I must hug everything but I’m not allowed! It’s inciting cute aggression, and diabetes, all the time!”
>Surprise turns to fear as she backs up in her bean bag slightly
“C-cute aggression?”

>>27465002
>”It’s when something’s cute enough that you feel a warm happiness inside and you can’t stand it! You just have to hug and squeeze the cute thing. But when you’re denied access it causes frustration and aggressive feelings. Well, all you guys are super cute and absolutely everywhere, and I’m not exactly allowed to snuggle every last pony I see, and so, whether I want it to or not your cuteness can… /frustrate/ me”
>Ember leans forward with a raised eyebrow
“You get aggressive, because you’re /not/ allowed to hug ponies? What?”
>She’d said that more to herself more than anything
>”Well not to any real level, but yes I suppose I do”
>She look to the ground, mane falling down to hide her face
“You know Mr. Anonymous, i-if you’re feeling aggressive you can cuddle me if you’d like. If that would help you”
>You ruffle her mane and gently pat her head, all made quite the acrobatics act with that bloody horn, especially when she starts swaying her head side to side
>Your body has become opaque again, and the rainbow colour is fading
>Damn, it did look kind of cool
>”You really are precious. Thanks for the offer, but I’ll be fine”
“Oh, okay… I still have one last question”
>”Then we’ll head back to the lab?”
“Ah-hah”
>”Go ahead”
>She pulls out the “Blood rose” as she’d called it, still in its cylinder of goo and brandishes it at you with her telekinesis
>She looks at you with a great need
“Why did you give me this?”
>”The same reasons I gave you earlier this morning. You can put up with me, but now I suppose I could also say I gave it to you because you were kind enough to help me, you lied for me so I can trust you, and I suppose I just wanted to brighten your day”
“Brighten my day?”
>It comes out quite as a whisper
>For the longest time she doesn’t say anything
“Mr. Anonymous?”
>”Yes?”
“Would you rub my shoulders again? It is most calming”
>You owe her that much

>>27465034
>For about a minute you stroke up and down, massaging shoulder to shoulder
>”OK, we’ve got to get back”
“Thank you Mr. Anonymous, you’ve been a great help, maybe I’ll figure things out sooner than I thought”
>What things?
>You were about to ask when the shouts of a researcher calling you back distract you
>The incessant yelps quickly draw the two of you back to the dome
>You hadn’t met this unicorn yet
“It’s good to see your skin is looking better, we’re ready to begin again if you are”
>”As always”
>Back inside you reapply the electrode yourself, attaching one wherever you find a sticky spot
>”So what have we got now Chicken Scratch?”
>Chicken turns around from the two ponies she was talking to
“Well we know your effect on magic can occur in passive style spells, but it’s happened randomly thus far. It also means we need you to reproduce your shield enchantment at least ten times before we can confirm there won’t be any anomalous effects”
>”I’ll get to it”
>It only takes a few seconds to flash the shield up and down ten times
>Nothing happens
>You try it a few more just to be certain
>Everything seems fine
>In fact the readings of the magical field detector were perfectly normal, mainly because the spell wasn’t interacting with you, just the gem
>That was lucky, or else your encounter with Silver’s Dream Stones could have been much more disastrous than just a peeved princess
>Chicken Scratch sighs in relief
“It’s good to know at least some kinds of magic don’t go crazy with you. It would be quite helpful if we had a spell that caused your effect to arise every time”
>”How about telekinesis, that’s what the Warden used, and it was the first spell I know of to have an effect”
>Although it was the most uncomfortable thing you’d ever experienced
“We may as well give it a try”
>Chicken gestures for a random pony to move up, clearly unwilling to risk the spell herself

K I have work to do

>>27465070
see ya latter writefriend.

>>27465070
Oh shit, wrestling of the minds!

bump from 9

Good night bump

>>27463756
One of these days im going to start watching Jojo.
Nice edit

>>27463709
aw shit mang

>>27460548
You sayin' I'm up for biffs you little vomit?
And by that I mean I've said a lot of things and thus far I've included those things, so trust when I say there will be lewd.
Dirty lewd, with hugs and belly rubs. On the more SFW side there will also be supple pony bodies and soft dripping pony pussy, along with two other orifices.

>>27468174
>Dirty lewd, with hugs and belly rubs. On the more SFW side there will also be supple pony bodies and soft dripping pony pussy, along with two other orifices.

I don't understand how writefags don't even get a semi when writing stuff like this. (Assuming you don't)

>>27468178
>>27468178
I don't. It's probably because I'm the one who's planned everything out, I know what's going to happen and why because I have to make it up. That being said writing lewd is fun.

>>27468225
I can confirm this. I had damn fun writing the lewd my story had and im damn sure I will with Red Candle too.

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>>27469306
FITE ME TINY HORSE

>>27469384
Go home Spike, you're drunk.

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>>27459139
>anon finds the equivalent of a pony cuddle whore and does the unthinkable to her.
>she is shocked and broken. She proceeds to fallow anon around through the rain and heat insisting "they were married now".
>when anon apologizes and tells her the truth he is confronted by something he was unprepared for honest pony tears.

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>>27469548
>the unthinkable
What, does he pork her?

So have any of the writefags actually finished their stories besides mythd? Because i just read physicsanon's green thinking it was finished but was sorely mistaken. Now i want more but i don't even know if he's still writing it.

Blank bump

>>27470018
Long answer: No
Short answer: Where do you think you are?

>>27470682
Sadly this.
All green promps die with a rushed ending ot without ending at all.
See
>Rarity is Anon's daughter
>Star wars general
>Dark souls general
>Anon without a leg
>Anon without a phisical body
>Anon
>Anon

Anon=shit ending 90% of times
Fuck, I hate Anon most of the times but some stories man JUST hook me
I hate/love this general

>>27471685
>Anon without a leg
>Anon without a physical body
I remember those. What a concept

>>27465070
>Something about this unicorn’s movement seems… insectoid
>A green light flows around you and you begin to rise as the unicorn works her magic
>The effects on you are immediate, just as it was with Honey Cakes
>Your muscles twitched and bulged, unable to move, neurons fired signals along your body like lighting, your skin felt singed and tingled, breathing was difficult
>You did not like telekinesis!
>The glow turns red and all the sensations vanish
>As do your surroundings
>White shining marble bricks rush to meet your face as you fall to the ground
>They’re reminiscent of Canterlot castle’s, just much brighter
>You get up from the floor and look around
>You’re in a very elegant room, bookshelf lined the walls along with many tapestries
>A massive bed lies in the rooms centre, a sun emblazoned upon it
>You hear the trots of a large pony coming down the hallway leading to the room
>You crack the door slightly and peer through
>A huge white, pastel rainbow maned, alicorn was striding purposefully toward the room
>Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
>You dash into an open closet as the door bursts open
>The mare walks about the room, inspecting everything as if all were normal
>She knows someone is in here, she’s try to hide the fact she’s looking
>Her subtle search eventually leads her to your crude hideout
>You crouch down as her searching eye is pushed against the crack between the two doors
>Dear God you’re going to be killed by this apparent god, or more likely this was the other ruling princess, Princess Celestia, or Twilight? Blaze said something about a Cadence at breakfast
>You silently pray to whatever celestial being was listening, excluding the one currently out for your blood
>As the closet doors rush open one such being answers your call as you disappear in a flash

>>27471937
>Next you find yourself falling to the ice cold ground of some frigid wasteland, a blizzard was beginning around you
>Fuck you celestial beings
>Maybe the alicorn had found you?
>You quickly jump up, eager to get the snow from your exposed body
>But the wind is ice cold and without insulation you’re sure to die from exposure
>You could always dig as deep into the snow and ground as you could and wait until you teleport again, if you teleport again…
>Desperately searching for an alternative you see an odd swirling disturbance amongst the storm
>Whatever it was it seemed to repel the weather, pushing it away
>Your body enters survival mode as you jog indomitably towards to the disturbance
>It only take about five minutes but by the time you reach the area your body’s pale and shivering, you can barely feel your feet
>The disturbance is some kind of shield, beyond which is a lush farm land and a mighty crystal kingdom
>Warmth rushes over you as you step past the shield
>Too cold and exhausted to do much more you shamble to the softest patch of grass you could find and lay down
>Slowly your body warms in the artificial climate
>But your rest is disturbed by something pushing on your chest
>You open your eyes to see a shining crystal pony laying over your ribcage
>”What are you doing?”
“I have to warm you with my body heat, you’ll die from this cold!”
>Actually you’ve warmed back up to a normal body temperature already
>”I think I’m going to be fine”
>You blink away, leaving the pony to plop onto the ground confused
“Noooooooo! He was too cold!”
>As you enter the space between space moving through the portal opened up around you a bright pink pony with super curly hair bounces by; through the fabric of reality itself
>You re-emerge in the bed of two cuddling ponies, neither of which have time to look at you before you’re thankfully teleported away once more

>>27471991
>You blink around several more times, from sunny beaches, parliamentary conferences, and random buildings and towns, to being miles high in the sky, places too dark for you to see, and what could have been hell itself
>Until finally you reappear back with the researchers, just as the hapless unicorn has her horn struck with the baton
>As it hits her you swear you see the form of a sleek carapace underneath her fur
“MR. ANONYMOUS ARE YOU OKAY?”
>Ember Heart and Chicken scratch dive down from the platform to check on you
>”That was that fastest holiday around the world I've ever had”
>Both mares lose most of their concern at your response
“Can you take anything seriously?”
>”Only when I have to Ember”
“Well you have to!”
>The unicorn who was struck stumbles down from the observation deck
“I have to leave”
>With that she’s gone
>Chicken Scratch seems not to care
“Are you willing to try that again Anonymous? It was quite dangerous, but thus far the two instances of telekinesis being used on you have given positive results”
>”Anything for science right?”
>She smiles at you
“You really are the best subject I’ve ever had”
“So, who wants to try next?”
>None of the researchers volunteer, seeing the pain caused to Witlick and the one unicorn who’d run away
>Ember Heart steps forward
“I’ll do it then, if everpony is too scared”
>You feel a twinge of concern
>”Are you sure you want to do this Ember, I couldn’t live with myself if you or anyone else got hurt”
>She smiles at you
“Anything for science right?”
>”Clever pony”
>Her vibrant ruby glow flares up around her horn and yourself
>Once more you slowly rise into the air
>To your amazement the agony normally imposed upon your body by telekinesis was drastically reduced
>Ember’s touch felt soft and tender, gently probing your body, rather than tearing through it
>But faster than usual her horn flashes
>The vibrant ruby leaks to a dull rust red

>>27472057
“Oh my”
>Nothing much happens to you, but Ember has stumbled and fallen to the floor
>Several ponies move to help her, but everyone to touch her suffered the same fate
>You remained floating in the air, Ember’s horn still glowing a dull red
>Chicken Scratch pushes back the researchers trying to tend to the fallen, preventing them succumbing to the same condition
“Anonymous, you have to stop the spell, if we touch her we go down”
>She tosses you the baton which you deftly catch mid air
>Slowly you swim your body through the air, still caught in Ember’s psychic net
>Once within reach you lightly bonk the unicorns horn. The light splutters out and you fall to the ground
>Chicken takes command from above
“Situation’s clear everypony, let’s check on those who are down”
>You get yourself to your knees and gently scoop up Ember Heart
>She comes around as you roll her over to face you
“Mr. Anonymous?”
>She yawns
“I’m so tired, what happened?”
>”I’m hoping we can find out”
“Am I still in PRC?”
>She looks around to confirm her location, in doing so she realises she’s being gently cradled in your arms
>Her eyes meet yours briefly but they soon dart away at the speed of a blush
>You quickly put her down, and she puts a hoof on your leg
“You don’t need to put me down, it’s fine if you needed to work out your aggression Mr. Anonymous”
>”Aggression? Ember I was concerned! Seeing you on the floor like that had me terrified”
“Oh…”
>She goes quite, thinking deeply to herself
>It was obvious she was having a hard time staying standing on her own
“Thank you Mr. Anonymous”
>The rest of the ponies quickly come round, they’re fine, just really tired, and none of them can do much more than levitate small objects
>They’re sent off to one of the side domes for a nap, hot cocoa and a pudding cup, Ember forgoes the nap, choosing to remain, instant that she be there for the testing

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>>27469576
Slipped the tip of his finger in.

>After seeing the condition she was in after fallowing him around for months though thick and thin Anon would eventually cave to her dedication and insistence that they were married, And learns how affectionate a pony waif can be.

>>27472101
*Insistent*

>>27472101
>”So then what happened this time?”
>Chicken Scratch trots over
“We know already; it didn’t take long to figure out. They’re all magically drained, whatever was happening to Ember due to your effect was somehow spread via physical contact, so you’ve accidentally taken out almost a quarter of my staff”
>”Shit. I’m sorry about that, and here I thought I was supposed to be the one in harm’s way”
“Don’t worry Anonymous, they should be better when they wake up”
>Ember resiliently strides up and coughs sickly
>You can make out a small splotch of pudding on her cheek, aside from that you could find no other evidence it ever existed
“I feel fine, I’ll be using magic like normal in no time”
>You pat her head as per usual
>”You’re a tough little bugger aren’t you, I’m sure you will be”
>Her legs strengthen under your touch
“I’m better already, hehe *cough*”
>”So did the telekinesis turn into some kind of energy draining spell?”
>Ember brings up the graph with a very weak and pale looking red glow
“Actually this time when the spell made contact with you, you simply started to draw in all the available magic around”
>You can only see the spike of the spell blink away as normal
>”It looks the same as always to me”
“Oh, that’s because I’ve taken out the readings for background magic, let me put them back in”
>The graph becomes wildly spiked, up until the point that is, you are covered in Ember’s telekinesis
>At that moment all the activity begins to slowly seep away
>After you’d been released from the spells grasp the magic levels rise again
>”Looks like you were right”
“But of course. What I am confused about though is what you’ve done with all that energy”
>”It takes a lot of power to stay looking this good”
>Flashily you flex your muscles
>Ember looks away from your hairless body, blush barely obscured by her manes fringe

>>27472150
>Some of the other researchers have taken down a quick note and you can see Chicken Scratch preparing a slew of questions
>You raise your hand to silence her
>”I’m kidding of course guys, based on your sugar intake alone you need more energy to subsist than I”
>Actually, if every creature on this world had some kind of magical energy associated with them, and that itself required energy to exist, that could be why they eat so much damn sugar!
>The wave of satisfaction at providing yourself a reasonable explanation for at least one thing in this world has a smile growing upon your lips
“You mustn’t give us false information Anonymous, you’ll affect our study”
>”Yeah sorry Chicken, I should have known you guys would..er, don’t worry”
“So long as it doesn’t happen again”
>”I can try my best… So when are we going to move onto these more active types of magic?”
>Chicken shakes her head
“I’m not sure if we should move onto active spells, we’re getting wild enough reactions with the more passive spells as is! We don’t want to hurt you Anonymous, or ourselves”
>You give her your best puppy dog eyes
>”Just one little spell?”
“No Anonymous. Now are you willing to try one more attempt at telekinesis?”
>You sigh
>Most definitely your least favourite spell in terms of comfort and outcome
>”I can go one more round, but after that do you have a massage spell or something? This is really tensing up my muscles”
“I suppose I can ask if anypony knows such a spell”
>”Thanks”
>Chicken addresses the remaining researchers
“So, who wants to try next? I’d do it myself but as this projects leader it’s imperative I remain in a lucid state”
>No one volunteers
“You can have an extra pudding cup back at the university”
>With the incentive in place all the researchers step forward
>Chicken pulls forth the closest, pale yellow, pony


I'm done

>>27472211
I didn't proof read this either so expect errors

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>>27471685
>Tfw followed Dark Soul's biggs story with Havel
>Mfw he didn't finish it
Also I had the Anon without a leg in favorites in fimfiction, writefag died or never delivered
I hope to never die in the progress of finishing a story

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>>27463709
>The court system here had to be the biggest joke you’ve ever had come across.
>Looking over the warrant you directed your gaze back at the now smiling police mare that has done nothing but hound you.
>”I got you now.” She said.
>Apparently it wasn’t the illicit salt and sugar combo that id you in.
>It was some obscure law about cuddling, and how the police mare had witnessed a mare leaving your apartment.
>That’s all it took.
>Seeing a mare leave your apartment.
>The judge granted the warrant and here she was to arrest you on nothing but circumstantial evidence.
>Well MommAnon didn’t raise a fool.
>There was a little something you made a while back for just a situation like this.
>You kept it in your wallet just in case this mare ever got this gutsy.
“Here you go.”
>Holding it out she snatched it straight out of your hand.
>Holding it in her hooves her smile lessened a little, then completely dropped, and finally settled on a horrified expression as her eyes scanned the writing.
>”You’re accusing me of STALKING?!?!”
“Not just any stalking, super stalking, according to the pony laws. And the warrant you just delivered is your own proof of that.”
>MommAnon always said “FUCK DA POLICE” before smacking you upside the head with her wooden spoon.
>You miss her sage like wisdom.
>It’s bailed you out of trouble before and even now in a different world it still helps.

>>27472364
Based MommAnon does it again

>>27471991
Did we get sucked into Pinkie's web way?

>>27472211
Based.

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>>27456349
fuck the police

>>27473172
No, the police fuck you.

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>>27473179
not if they can't catch me

>>27456863
>>27456874
I need more stories like this. Of criminal anon using cuddling and doting to get out of trouble or achieve his aims. Someone link me pastebins please.

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>>27472364
>Watching the little blue police mare getting chewed out by her boss was pretty fun.
>You almost felt bad for her. Almost.
>But being a badguy meant that you had to somehow take pleasure from the fuzz failing.
>At least that’s what the union pamphlet said.
>Along with a bunch of other rules.
>Like which lawyers to call and how to spot other union members in prison.
>The dues you had to pay were well worth the membership.
>Plus you got dental.
>Shit was tight yo
>Okay you need to punch yourself for talking like that later.
>”Mr Anonymous.”
>Shit your dads here! FUCK!!
>”Excuse me sir.” A soft tapping on your leg brought you out of the fear of your dad arriving in this place.
>Oh sweet baby jesus in a polka dotted dress, they meant you.
>”On behalf of the department I would personally like to apologize about our overzealous officer.”
>The police chief, by the looks of it was giving you an official apology after the whole fiasco.
>Nice
>”I’m not sorry one bit!” the mare cried indignantly.
>”Hush, as I was saying, we’ll ensure she’s a bit more careful about jumping to the wrong conclusions.”
“It’s alright, no harm, no foul I say.”
>A quick wave to them both and you were on your way back home.
>Your record was still squeaky clean and by all rights you were still considered the unassuming naïve colt by the justice system.
>But you had a business to run.
>Those illegal drugs weren’t going to make themselves.

>>27473608
>>Those illegal drugs weren’t going to make themselves.

I don't know, a lot of illegal drugs kind of actually do that.

>>27456349

>>27474178
for the last time weed is a god given plant, that if it so happens to catch fire, may or may not give you the munchies and make you a bit horny. Also in the mood for a nap.

>>27474636

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Hey guys, I got a weird ass writer block and got in mind something else to write for some reason.
Call it a One shot, or who knows.

>You are Grace Manewitz
>Part secretary, part provider of lovely special services to the local community of Manehattan. Also fan of the feathers and fond to sweet honey
>Your service is kind of private
>Well… it was, but you still hold the “private” word in it
>It all started one day with the assistant of Miss Polomare
>One day the poor girl couldn’t lift a single hoof for her work! It was so sad and you felt bad for her
>You were always holding to yourself the urge of jumping and help her. You were just a secretary and… your boss would get angry if you missed even for a minute your job
>So you called her over that day and proposed her something to undo her stress for all the hard work. Your idea had a bed, some clothes and pillows in mind
>Miss Pommel… at the start didn’t want to cooperate with you; she said that Miss Polomare needed her support almost 24/7! That’s so messed up, you thought.
>So what you did next was…
-Some months ago-
“Come on Miss Pommel, just once and you’ll feel good! I want to help you; Miss Polomare seems like a… tough boss. We both know how a boss here in Manehattan can be strict, so that’s why I had decided I would help you relax! Come on, just for once! What do you say?”
>You say insisting to Miss Pommel in an attempt to help her, she wasn’t looking very confident herself
>”I… appreciate that you care about how I’m… handling my boss and work right now… but I don’t have time to relax! Maybe if she decides to give me a free day… then I can accept whatever you say it’ll help me relax. But now…” She looked at all the fabric she had in her back. “As you can see… I’m pretty busy.” She took an exhausted sigh. “Like always…”
“But-“ You say but Miss Pommel didn’t hear as she went back to work, leaving you alone with your own duties

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>>27476321

>It was a shame she didn’t accept something you were willing to do for free. Something you knew she would like, something new to experience with… but her boss was… the bossy kind of boss
>You had two choices; wait for her to be free or… interfere her job
>One or another, you wouldn’t like what the consequences would be
>You knew Miss Polomare was busy with an oncoming event and you certainly didn’t want to interfere, but maybe… maybe you could
>And so you did
>Next morning you had a note from the Fashion Week competition
>Of course it was a fake note along with a fake signature from the pony managing the event, but knowing this pony ego…
>”Ah! The event wasn’t next week? It was next month? These are good news! Mmhkay.”
>…she would fall for the bait
>”Now I can plan more dresses that sure will be better than my poorly competence, hehehe… mmhkay”
>Oh please stop that, just go away and give Miss Pommel her free day already…
“Maybe you and your assistant could take a free day for this, don’t you think? Ponies need often a break so they get more energy for what’s next”
>But Miss Polomare was in disagree with you, her face already showing difference from your point of view
>”Plu-ease sweetie, you don’t know how’s this fashion business… you’re just like any secretary. You do your job, get yourself a break if you want it, but we don’t take breaks, mmhkay”
>Oh pony feathers! This pony is for real!?
>You can’t stop here, she is going to discover that the note is fake and she is going to be mad over at you!
>Think, think, think!
>…
>You thought of something that could work. Well, it worked in your mind, maybe it would work with her…
>Ouh… here goes nothing

>>27476329

“What if you… I don’t know; design some clothes for ponies on their spare time?” You go back at your typewriter and you do as if you were writing. “I’m not a fashion mare, I know, I’m just a secretary. But ponies sure could use comfortable clothes for their spare time, don’t you think? Just think about it and get in the mind of those who use their spare time by…”
>It takes some seconds for her little brain to get the answer, but in some seconds Suri replies by saying
>”Having spare time… how couldn’t I think about that?” She looked at you. “Well, I’ll give you that one; maybe my assistant or I can get a good and comfortable design… in one day!”
>You were internally saying “Yes!” Miss Pommel would definitely go with you and you would help her relax!
>Now you just needed her to be here and…
>What if… she doesn’t come?
>You need a plan B
>”What are you writing?”
>Oh birds! You were writing randomly at your typewriter. You stop and pick up the page
>EasAoahbSasTjia39sdEmnabfRanonafEgmctgGcm1pt2534xv<oibGfniggzigerspffst- was what you just wrote
>You just throw the page into the trash can
“N-Nothing! Just a draft of what I’m going to write later! Hehe! Heh!”
>She seemed suspicious for some seconds, but shrugged and ignored that
“Oh right, before you go… do you know where Miss Pommel lives?”
>”And why do you want to know that?”
“Can’t tell you why, I just need to know her direction, that’s all. You know it or not?”
>You just say direct so you don’t waste time in an excuse to say
>”Mmmhkay…”

>And after all of that? You finally got what you wanted to do. Miss Pommel accepted as she didn’t have anything else to do. You swear she wanted to work more and what Suri said about the spare time was a test for her
>Poor girl, you hope this treatment you are willing to make relax her
>You invited her that day to your apartment

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>>27476332

>Of course you had to be prepared by bringing the necessary like, pillows, flowers, perfume and exotic lingerie between other not so important stuff
>You had to wear a hat and sunglasses to buy the lingerie… how silly of you entering a store with sunglasses…
>Good thing the socks fit you perfectly… you didn’t had time to measure them as you really didn’t wanted to say too long in that… store…
>Neither other ponies did. Even the cashier was with that look on her face that said “Oh please Celestia, let me go home already, this place is too hot for me” or something like that
>Your belly highlight with these black socks…
>Ugh! Why everything black has to be so lewd!
>Time passed and soon it was night, Miss Pommel soon would be at the door knocking it
>You had everything prepared, even the room smelled like a valley of roses!
>You hear knocks and you know it’s her
“Come in, door’s open!” You yell from your room and you hear the door opening
>”Unmm… Miss Manewitz? W-Where are you?”
>You don’t say anything and hold a seductive pose on your bed
>You left petals from the main door leading to your room. No one would miss something like that and of course they would follow the road
>She slowly opens the door and you hold your pose with a sly smile
>She peeks her muzzle first, she slowly enters your bedroom
>”What is all of this-“ For a moment she stands without any word looking at you, she blushes and her legs looked like she would faint in any minute. “M-M-Miss Manewitz?! W-Why I mean w-what I mean w-why are you like that?”
>You giggle slightly at the confused mare
“I told you I would help you relax, didn’t i?”
>”I… I…”
“Are you rejecting my help?” You say with a sad tone. “I just wanted to help you…”
>You were sure a lot of things were going on inside Miss Pommel’s mind
“At least take a sit dear, don’t worry, I won’t bite”
>Only if she asks of course
>”Emm… Umm… Ouuhkay…”

>>27476364

>She sits like a foal that was being grounded
>You walk near your window
>”M-Miss Manewitz! P-Ponies will see your… your…”
“What? Naked body? Hehe… we don’t usually use clothes, silly! Although I have to say I look quite irresistible, don’t you think?”
>Miss Pommel for a moment was biting her lower lip along with a tiny blush in her face. She nodded a little still shy
>”Well… socks are…”
“Lewd?” You directly say. Is not like you didn’t buy these socks this day for this occasion, right?
>Wait you did
>You walk and sit near Miss Pommel, she was blushing the more you came closer to her
>”P-Please”
>You look with a charming glance at your shy guest and before she starts trying to reject your help, you use your hooves and grab her head slightly, slowly moving it on your lap
>She was slowly accepting it, but she had a hard time adjusting to it
>You slowly start to pet her mane. She had a silky mane… it was like touching fabric…
>You look deep into her eyes and give her a tiny smile along with your usual bedroom eyes
>She closed her eyes for a moment but quickly opened it, starting to blush a lot as if something was happening next
“Dear, can I call you Coco?” You ask as you continue petting her mane
>”Y-Yes…” She shyly answers
“You love your job?”
>”Yes…”
“You love this treatment?”
>This time she doesn’t responds, but slightly nods after some seconds
>You stop your petting before Coco starts sleeping in your lap. You wouldn’t mind but you have something more special for her
>You slowly move and leave Coco’s head on the spot you were sitting
“This is just the starting.” You say while giving her a little kiss on the forehead. She, of course blushes a lot. “Did somepony tell you that your cheeks look cute while blushing? Tehee”
>Do you feel dirty? Quite a lot. Are you helping a pony who needs a good time? Yes, you are

>>27476369

>You start moving the sheets of your bed and reveal your two medium but comfortable pillows
>They are very special because inside there is not regular chicken feathers, nope, inside there are feathers from good quality! From a pony with the talent to sleep so well, his feathers somehow are godly!
>Anyway, they are /two/ hundred percent to left you with a pleasant experience, enough for little Coco for today!
>You call her over you and she slowly approaches
“You aren’t going to need that in bed, aren’t you?” You point to his little bow she was using around her neck; she placed her hooves around it, slowly taking it off. “Here, let me help you”
>You remove carefully her bow and you place it over a desk in your bedroom
>Coco was so nervous that she didn’t know yet if she had to smile or not. You slowly remove your glasses from your face but Coco shakes her head looking at you. For some reason, you know she wants you to have the glasses in bed
>Atta girl…
“I know that we don’t know much of each other…”
>You grab her by her sides and you fall to your pillow along with her
>Pomf
“…But maybe we can know a little from each other tonight?”
>Coco’s eyes were wide for a moment from the sudden grab, yet when she felt the pillow, her eyes started to close little by little, entering into bliss, even giving a little sigh of happiness you appreciated
>Good your guest is as comfortable as you right now
>You take advantage of how relaxed Coco looked and started doing your magic. Your left hoof started to adventure over her body. With her neck you used your two hooves for a moment to carefully tickle it a bit; Coco was already giving satisfaction sighs and giggles
>You moved to her belly and the moment you do, Coco yelps from the contact
>”M-Miss Manewitz… please…”

>>27476378

“Stop?” You don’t even stop after saying that, you continue your labor. “Don’t be so formal, call me by my name, Grace is just fine.” You continue exploring her belly, her fur was so smooth that you were almost envious about it
>”G-Grace… please…”
>She was whimpering at this point as your hoof started to navigate in unknown new lands
“Yeah…?”
>Your hoof travels to north now, slowly going to her neck and slower to her muzzle. After some sighs from her part, she finally finishes her sentence
>”D-Don’t stop, please…”
>You smile and your hoof quickly goes to her nose, making contact with it
“Boop”
>”A-Ahh…~”
>The entire night went quick as you two continued snuggling, cuddling and even you gave her a back massage with your muzzle, secretly kissing her a bit there
>Your job was done and Coco looked so positive as she cuddled with you
>You pet her ears once more before you talk
>It was time to tell… the true about today
“Before you sleep… Coco… you need to know something”
>”What is it?”
>You take a gulp, this was way harder to say than what you thought
>Okay, relax Grace… you got this. If Coco doesn’t like what you did… well, you just have to accept it
“That… note from the Fashion Week Miss Polomare told you before? Is fake…” You say in shame. “I wrote that note so you could get a free day and… you know, have fun with me...” You weren’t looking at Coco, but you were evading her glance, all in shame of what you did for Coco
>You knew it was wrong and there would be consequences
>”Miss Manewitz…”
>She is indeed mad over at you…
>You deserve a punishment…
>You were waiting for Coco to leave or give you a speech on how angry she was for you lying
>…But it never happened. Coco Pommel embraced you in a hug, a warm hug that you swear it lasted forever

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>>27476381

>”I thank you for wanting to help me; I didn’t know you were trying to do this. And… as scared as I was in the beginning, I have to say… this was… lewd.” She then grins at you; it was surely a bright smile. “But it was fun, relaxing and something I’m sure I would like to experience again…”
>You smile back, trying to return the smile but you couldn’t smile as she was smiling at you right now
>She looked like a new Coco, a bland new pony ready to take over the fashion world…
>You hoped she would one day
“You can always tell her you discover by yourself that the Fashion Week is indeed next week, maybe she’ll give you points for that.” You stare in her eyes for some seconds, her smile not leaving her face. “Mmmhkay?” You say to break the silence
>You two giggle and laugh together
>It was a lovely night…
>You get the sheets of the bed and cover both your bodies, your left hoof resting near her belly and her hoof resting over your shoulder
“And remember, this is our tiny secret…”
>”Mmmhmmm…”
>You two nuzzle for the rest of the night until you two fall asleep together

>And the next week? Coco Pommel was free from the chains of Miss Polomare! Well… maybe she decided to quit, but the important thing is, when you finished working one glorious afternoon without many papers to write, Coco was near the road you take to your apartment, along her side was a white pony with a stylish mane
>You knew who this mare was, she was the dramatic pony from weeks ago who won the competition against Miss Polomare and another background ponies. Maybe Coco is working for her now? You wouldn’t blame her; her previous boss was a total bully
>It surprised you that she called your attention for some reason. Yes, she wanted to say hi, she’s your friend, but… why near your apartment?
>”Good afternoon Miss Manewitz.” Coco called you almost blushing; her friend was looking at you with those marvelous eyes

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>>27476387

“Oh Coco, you know you don’t need to call me Miss, even when I’m not working, is not problem at all!” You took a pause and looked at the white marshmallow pony standing at her side. “Friend of yours?” You simply ask to Coco Pommel
>”Yup! I think you remember seeing her some time ago”
>You nod
“Yeah, I don’t recall your name though. A pleasure to meet you, my name is Grace Manewitz”
>You lend a hoof as sign of courtesy and the pony accepts it
>“My name is Rarity, the pleasure is mine, my dear”
>So….
>You look at Coco, waiting for an answer. She doesn’t say anything… well, she seems to be still shy…
“Are you showing her around? You two look like both were waiting for somepony, heh…”
>Rarity nods and was the first to talk “Indeed, we were waiting for you! Coco told me you were as amazing as a Spa! I just couldn’t hold myself and I wanted to see it by my eyes!”
“Uuuuhhhh…..”
>Yup, as you heard, Coco revealed the secret. Why? You didn’t know
>The next day you woke up in your bed with two beauties at your side, the three of you wearing lingerie
>Even underwear…
>This mare was indeed, lewder than you
>And she spread the secret as a “service” to their friends; one thing went to another and… your service was now a know thing by adult ponies…
>You lost count of how many ponies in Manehattan you slept with
>Mares and stallions from a reasonable age always looked for your services
>At the beginning you were doing it for free, because it was just fun to do. But then as many ponies started to go to your service, your schedule was full each day… each night…
>So you had to start putting a price. First all you asked for was just for the money to buy flowers and perfume, but clients always left you with a tip after they went happily and glad for your service
>Soon you were getting more money that you won by your normal job…
>You were a secretary in the day
>And a provider of cuddles in the night

>>27476395

>Sadly, all happy things don’t last forever…

-One night at your apartment-
“So… your name is Copper? Is kind of cute. You have any issues? Life goals? Family problems? Anything?” You asked the mare who entered your bedroom
>”Not much… just one…”
>One problem? Well, most ponies had at least one. Or nothing at all as they only wanted to cuddle with you
“Wanna talk about it, deary? Come close to the bed, I don’t bite… hehe”
>Unless she asks. Which… you hope she doesn’t, there were a lot of clients who were into that kind of stuff
>She slowly approached your bed, she looked very seductive, more than you…
>”Can you turn around?”
>Well…
“Usually, that’s what I say, but the client is always right.” You turned around and waited for her to do whatever she wanted, maybe she wanted to give you a back massage? Oh yes… “I’m waiting, deary~” You say with a romantic tone
>But all you felt was your hooves getting in one side and the sound of cuffs
>Oh baby… she is into /that/ kind of stuff. If you were a Pegasus, your wings would be erected!
>”Grace Manewitz, you’re under arrest for selling illegal services in Manehattan, everything you say could and will be said against you”
>Foreplay, are we?
“Oh cop, please take me over justice. For I, I’m a dirty mare! I just enjoy when my clients call me by cute names or they stay most of the night with me! I’m just tempting… a tempting… lewd mare.” You take a dramatic pause. “Alas, even some clients who are well looking I give them a freebie! I don’t even need the money!”
>Whoa, you should work at a theater. Why isn’t your talent a dramatic mask?
>”So you do it sometimes for free, uh? Now that will be interesting for the judge…”
>Seriously, she is into her role so well it’s starting to scare you

>>27476399

“Okay, roleplay is over. Can we get back at the cuddles? Mama needs her food. “You seductively lick your lips looking at Copper, for a moment she blushes but looks away
>”Stop it already or I’m calling backup!”
>Ohoho… you wouldn’t mind more than one pony. With Miss Rarity was fun, but you had more than two ponies before! Hope you get a gryphon!
“I don’t mind! More fun for me!”
>She was starting to get angry and was moving you away from your bed
>”I swear if I was a unicorn I would have already zapped you… come on! Move!”
“Wait, you’re a real cop!?”
>”I’M CHARGING YOU WITH CIDER IF YOU DON’T MOVE!”

>How would you know she was an undercover cop!? You didn’t! You never thought something like that would happen
>Or… well, you never thought that this service was illegal
>You just wanted your clients to have a good time
>Aaaaand you had a good time too
>The mare immediately brought you to the night court, managed by bat ponies
>You were already guilty the first time you got there
>It… didn’t help you offered the judge a cuddly night
>Next day you were walking in the prison of Manehattan, along the warden of the place who was giving you your cell
>This will be bad for your record… you won’t get that secretary job again…
>”And this is your cell and your roommate is that one in the corner who is talking with that brick. Have fun you two!”
>The creature rose from the floor and looked at you. HE IS SO BIG! How… scary!
>”Heyo there little mare, welcome to my domains!” The creature welcomes you; his voice was… umm, how can you explain it? It sounded with much care for some reason, although he looked like he was mean for a moment, maybe he wasn’t. ”My name is fuckboi, nice to meet you!”
“F-Fuckboi?”
>What kind of name is fuckbo-
>…
>DID HE JUST-
>”Haha! Made you swear! Ah… always works.” The strange minotaur said laughing to himself

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>>27476405

>You were… astonished, such language, such a creature, such a body
>You are no changeling but you feel his lust for cuddling already
>What a roommate you got…

“And that’s the story of how I got here, you like it?”
>The big creature at your side nodded, smiling at you as he was using his perfect fingers to tickle your ears
>You couldn’t stop nuzzling with him, he was the perfect cuddle machine…
>Adding a minotaur to the list of creatures you cuddled!
>Minotaur(?), check!
>”Sincerely, I’m glad I got such a cute roomie for my cell. Are you planning in cuddling each night?”
“Sure!”
>If they don’t caught you…
>Maybe you could try a new record in cuddles in this prison

And that's what a writer's block can make you do.
This picture, this damn picture started it all.
Welp, tomorrow I'll create the pastebin, I don't know the title tho.

Hope you guys liked that randomly one-shot?
Fuck it i'm going to bed.

Feedback is welcome anytime and it helps me get better in my writefagging!

>>27472110
I'd read it

Also:
>fallowing
Following
>waif
Not necessarily wrong, but the word you're looking for if wife

>>27476483
is*
fuck

>>27475353

>>27456349
bump

>>27477906
Bump a rump

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>>27478482

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>>27478992

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>>27479234
Jesus Christ, I'm gonna some coffee to get through this night now. Cuz I'm sure as hell not after seeing /that/.

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>Exhausting day at Uni
>Homework and shit
>Have a headache
>Gee maybe somene have replied to my-
>Not a single reply
>Just bumps
That tells me I did something wrong...

>>27476422
I liked it. short and cute is exactly my cup of tea.

>>27480916
thread is bump city all the normies are out doing stupid normie shit since it's Friday

No story about guard anon "abusing" his power to cuddle inmate mares? Maybe grabbing their soft tushies a bit?

>>27481103
Anon that's a little. heavy handed.

>>27480916
Its just that it takes awhile between actual posts, we find it better to let you do your thing when your not tired.

>>27476422
>she's a cuddler
>in Equestria
>in a Manehattan prison
>she does it for free
>she doesn't seem to take her job very seriously
>she does it because it seems like the only amount of power and control they have in their pathetic lives

I'm trying to think for a title of Grace cuddling with ponies, any ideas?

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How many of you faggots visit the RGRE Threads?

>>27481892
At the moment, the title will remain "Grace Cuddles and services"
http://pastebin.com/tjAUkeFQ
Since I rushed the end, I kind of fixed it.
If my headche is gone by night, I'll give you guys an update

>>27481892
Holding grace?
>>27481925
I do but I don't know when someone is going to make a new thread. I don't have the pastebin.
>>27481934
Fuck yeah

>>27481947
>I do but I don't know when someone is going to make a new thread. I don't have the pastebin.
wut? there's been a new thread since wednesday and it's only at 400 posts
another dying general tbhsmhfam

>>27481892
Amazing grace

"Amazing grace how soft the fur you Hug a pone like me"
I'm to lazy to come up with a re wording for the rest of the song
>>27481925
I do

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>>27456349
Aggressively lewd pony

>>27482858
10/10 would fuck into a satisfied puddle

>>27476422
Nice, I like.

FUCK ME JERRY

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>>27457516
>>27470018
>>27470682
>Physicsanon is dead.

N-No. It can't be! I just stared reading it today and I'm already hooked!
IT CAN'T END LIKE THIS!

Hullo. New to the thread here. Are there any completed stories you guys recommend?

>>27487348
Mythd stories are a good start with the pet of the thread, Cookies & Cream.
He got two stories, the decond is rushed but I recommend you the first

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>>27473608
>This was all that villains fault.
>The chief chewed you out and took away most of your afternoon nap privileges after that court fiasco.
>So here you were undercover, your new assignment.
>The Canterlot drug scene was one that most of the precincts have been fighting for a while now.
>And if anyone asked you that creature’s arrival and the appearance of the newest drug was just way too out of place to be just a coincidence.
>But your mom, a cop just like you, told you that all criminals mess up, you just had to give them time to do it.
>So you were going to do just that.
>Eventually that weirdo would slip up and you’d be there to put some hoofcuffs on his weird grabbers.
>But again now you’re stuck on an undercover assignment at one of the local waterholes.
>You feel so weird without your hat and shield.
>Deep breaths filly, you got this.
>”Never seen you before, you new to Canterlot?”
>Trying to stifle the shock you looked at the bartender who was now giving you a scared look at your odd reaction.
“NOOOO! No I mean, I usually don’t go to these kinds of places.”
>”Ah, well let me know if you want anything.”
“A glass of water would be perfect.”
>”Water?”
“Or whatever’s good.”
>Nice save.
>”Okay then, let me fix you up something good to celebrate your first time here.”
>What a nice mare, you could tell.
>You always had a talent with judging a pony’s character.
>But you weren’t here to make friends.
>Turning in your swivel seat you eyed the dance floor.
>Somewhere in here a pony was doing something bad, they were selling those awful drugs.
>And you were going to catch them, you were going to catch them redhooved, or whatever color their hooves were, you weren’t racist.
>”Here’s your drink, it’s called a Moon Drifter. It’s our special tonight.”
>Moon Drifter eh, you could use that as your cover name.
>This bartender was helping you out without even knowing it, definitely a nice pony.

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>>27489990
>“So then I said… I said…. What was I saying again?”
>You weren’t paid enough for this.
>A mare you’ve never seen before had parked herself at the bar stool in front of you earlier tonight.
>Naturally, using all your niceness you engaged in a friendly chat and got her a drink.
>And now she was drunk.
>Completely sloshed would be good definition if her swaying back and forth were any indication.
>Looking at the ingredients used in puzzlement you shook your head.
>There wasn’t anything alcoholic in the drink, how the buck did it happen?
>Seeing a movement out of the corner of your eye you saw Anonymous the human walk up with that goofy smile on his face.
>”Hoof’s full I see.”
“Tell me about it colt, this one here had one too many.”
>”How many has she had?”
“Counting alcohol, we’re still at 0.”
>Laughing like it was the funniest thing ever the human sat at the bar, a few stools away from the drunkie.
“So you’ve been busy I hear.”
>”Yeah, word travels fast I see. Some cop tried to send me to prison, it didn’t work.”
>You could have sworn you heard sniffles coming from the drunk mare, probably just your imagination.
“Usual?”
>”Sounds good, any news about the fellas from the north?”
>Those idiots.
>Coming here and parading their stuff around without any care for the police or the ones in charge.
>If Prim got her hooves on them they’d be wishing that they never got in the business in the first place.
“None so far, word is the hightailed it the moment they heard who was in charge in the area.”
::CLUNCK!!::
>Looking over the bar you saw the mare was out like a light.
>A big smile on her face and some drool down the side of her mouth.
>”You sure you didn’t give her any booze?”
“Just get her up and put her on the couch in the back till she wakes up. And no funny business.”

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>>27490174
>Placing the unconscious mare on the couch you sat on the seat against the wall.
>What was she doing here?
>No badge, no hat, nothing to indicate who she really was.
>And judging by Bottle’s uncaring attitude she didn’t know who this little mare was either.
>But back to the question, why was she here? Maybe an undercover gig or something?
>Oh this could be fun, just pretend you don’t know who she is to figure out her game and maybe a chance to mess with her a bit.
>Yup fun times ahead captain.
>You’d play it cool for now, not blow her cover and steer her in the wrong direction.

>>27472211
The first time I have ever posted in one of these threads is just to tell you that you're amazing.
And you've been satiating my desire for warm feelings, humor and intrigue all at the same time.

>>27491294
Thank you random anon

>>27492133
Well, I disagree. I hate you.
Because I can.

>>27492476
I'm also fine with this

In trying not to sound like an ass, is anyone reading >>27490242, just trying to see if I should continue or not.

>>27493093
Of course man, since my two favorite greens died, this is the only thing I read in this thread. Keep going, you have something really good.

>>27493093
It's fun. Keep writing.

>>27493093
It's good keep going

>>27493093
I like your green
Continue if you want!

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>>27493132
>>27493142
>>27493279
>>27493320
Will do.

>Uhhhhh… that last drink was a mistake.
>Tummy hurts like nopony’s business, not to mention your head.
“Celesta ::burp:: just strike me down now”
>Trying to open your eyes was the real struggle.
>Come on girl you got this….. or not.
>Hello darkness my old friend.
>You win this round eyelids.
>”Here have some water, it will help.”
>Praise be to this colt whoever he was, water was the nectar of the goddesses you needed right now.
>Eyes still closed you felt the rim of the glass touch your lips, opening your mouth you felt the cool liquid reach your tongue.
>Swallowing greedily you drank the water as if your life depended on it.
>Your throbbing head reminded you it just might.
>Whoever this colt was, he was a saving grace.
>”Feeling better?”
>That voice did sound familiar though, where was it from? The market? Maybe you wrote him a ticket before?
“A little, thank you.”
>Fighting against your uncomplying eyelids you finally willed them to open.
>And forcibly shut them instantly.
>Him.
>Why did it have to be him. Did you step on a ladybug in your past life or something?
>”Woah easy there. Don’t try to rush it now you might pass out again.”
>Feeling those grabber of his stop your attempt at rising from the extremely comfortable couch you willed yourself from lashing out.
>Gotta keep that cover going
“I’m fine just let me up.”
>”Alright, just do it slow miss…?”
“MOON DRIFTER!! MOON DRIFTER IS MY NAME!!!”
>Nailed it.

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>>27493640
>Moon Drifter as she called herself walked pretty rigidly alongside you.
>Being the nice guy, yeah that’s bullshit, you just wanted to see her spill more spaghetti, you insisted on walking her home.
>You know to make sure she didn’t pass out along the way or get mugged, or something.
“So I’ve never seen you before in Canterlot. Did you just move here or something?”
::Clunk::
>Looking around you could’ve sworn you heard something, it sounding like a brick hitting the ground. Huh, weird.
>”Yeah just moved here from uh.. uh… Baltimare.”
>Racers on your marks
“Oh yeah, I have some friends from there, where in Baltimare?”
>Get set
>”It’s a small neighborhood, they probably wouldn’t know about it. What’s with all these questions, you interrogating me now?”
>Wow this mare was sweating badly now.
“Not at all just curious, you look a lot like a mare that usually makes my life difficult. I thought you two might be related or something.”
>Go
>With that you noticed her visibly stiffen, her gait lessened and she visibly stiffened up.
>Ever seen someone walk like they were on the verge of shitting their pants? Yup this mare looked just about ready to shit her briches.
>”Well…well maybe she thinks you’re up to no good.”
“Hmmm maybe, I think she just has a crush on me.”
>”I most certainly d…. I mean she doesn’t. She probably just doing her job.”
“Maybe but maybe not. Are you sure we’ve never met before.”
>”Oh this is where I live, thanksfreverythinggottagobye!!”
>Containing your laughter you turned and headed in the direction of your home.
>Messing with this girl was beyond fun. You had no plans for the rest of the week, but now…
>Whistling a jolly tune you walked home with a skip in your step.
>This was going to definitely going to be a fun week.

>>27485504
>WOOP WOOP
>PULL OVER
>THAT DICK IS TOO FAT

>>27493939
Mind helping me with it then, Officer?

>>27493998
>PENAL CODE PERMITS ME TO REMOVE ANY AND ALL UNLAWFUL POSSESSIONS FROM YOUR PERSON
>PLEASE WAIT HERE UNTIL I FIND AN OBJECT WITH SUFFICIENT CUTTING POWER TO REMOVE YOUR ILLEGAL GOODS
>RUNNING AWAY WILL EARN YOU A TEN BIT FINE AND SEVERAL DOZEN OF MY TEARS

>>27494034
Its my dick miss officer, I am trying to hit on you. You always get too into roleplay night. If you wont stop no cuddles for a week.

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>>27494034
>Wearing socks in public is equivalent to streaking on earth.
>Anon decided to wear shorts and some running shoes with a pair of white socks since it was a nice warm day.
>Most mares don’t even dare look him in the eye when he waves to them in town.
>Gets pulled aside by a police mare yelling “WEE WOO WEE WOO!”
>Gets arrested for indecent exposure.
>Police mare tells him she’s going to “thoroughly” search him for any more indecent apparel.
>And that’s kids is how Anon met his wife.

>>27494092
Dawww.

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Does anyone here know if there's a sequel to Shawflank Redemption?

Thanks, Fags.

>>27494454
Another potentially great greentext dead. Story of my life. At least we've got headcanon.
Anon makes Iron Will his submissive bitch, has him beat up Irnya, the three of them escape prison and go live on an island somewhere as a herd. They have many human-mino-griffon children and live happily ever after.

>>27493808
Your story has nothing to do with prison, why is it here instead of AiE?

>>27495502
It's got to do with a pony trying to send anon to prison. Close enough.

Besides, it's not like we haven't had something like that before. Remember that Canterlot police pony?

>>27495615
Not even vaguely.

Plenty drunk here
U guys want update later?

>>27495628
https://desustorage.org/mlp/thread/25432889/#25434466
https://desustorage.org/mlp/thread/25520721/#25526254

True, anon does spend a time in that story locked up, but even then its mostly about the mare trying to apprehend him rather than anything else.

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>>27472211
This has been a fantastic fic Zew. Could you perhaps tell us some of the other fanfics or even action fiction that you have enjoyed?

nighty drunk bump

>>27496595
I'm all for getting shitfaced, but you seem to get drunk almost every night.

>>27495920
that fucking gif

Vaugely relevant crosspost/bump
>>27497516
>>27492617
>Anon actually just took a nap in the woods
>Ponies decided he was dead, never bothering to check medically
>Being buried in the forest was just him lying against a tree with a green picnic blanket around him
>Anon returns during the night, with bits of plant stuck to his clothes, since he was stumbling around in the dark in a forest
>Ponies think he's a plant zombie now
>They freak out
>Royal Guard, Princesses, Elements of Harmony, Crystal Heart, are all called in
>Anon puts the ponies all in time-out for being too silly

>>27497538
>silly
Goddamn I've always hated that word. I heard my parents or something say it too much in an incredibly patronizing way so the Pavlov Effect has me automatically getting pissed every time I hear/read it.

>>27496942
I dont want to get drunk anymore...

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drunk bump

>>27493808
More plz

>>27495920
Aside from this thread I don't really read such things

>>27501822
B U M P
U
M
P

>>27499563
Thats a very solid effort then especially for a first fic, well done.

Can we discuss porn or lewd (like, real lewd in human standars) about characters of the story?
Link related
https://derpiboo.ru/901856

>>27503194
>the story
Which story?

>>27503284
Stories*

>>27503364
What would this discussion entail? Making green about random characters? Or talking about how they'd react to lewd?

>>27503194
As innocent as these ponies tend to be, I bet you could get her off without even touching what she's presenting to you there.

>>27503424
I wouldn't be able to resist burying my face in that snatch tho

>>27503524
It's a challenge for both parties, honestly.

>>27503424
>Cookies and cream is ready for sex
>Shows you her marevag
>You take off your pants and she already came
>"That was amazing Anon"

>>27503635
But how could you resist with the thought of those soft thighs squeezing your head as she cums in your face?

>>27503194
When I finally reach the point of writing lewd how would you prefer it be done?
From Anons perspective? Pones perspective? Switch between both perspectives as it goes? Or write it out entirely from both perspectives and have it as two?

Not really related to this thread, but some of the stories remind me of this: http://pastebin.com/xdypi0PQ

>>27503891
pony perspective during lewds then switch between pony and anon after the lewd

>>27503891
Anons perspective

>>27503891
Last one, that way everyone is happy

>>27503667
>mares have problems with being hyper-sensitive and are basically putty by the end of it
add to that Anon being a human and you get a recipe for some passed out happy ponis

>>27503891
Write from Anon's peepee point of view

>>27505657
Best perspective

>http://pastebin.com/mQtapGwV

Be Codename Wing
>You were following Yarn Feather to someplace, her cell maybe?
>She was being very weird about hiding her identity… maybe she feels someone watching her? You would be really careful if you were a spy too
>Yeah, it must be that…
>”Do you like cookies, Gniw?”
>Your thoughts are interrupted by Yarn’s question
>Why the sudden question? Yeah, you do like cookies but, why she asked that?
“Ehmm, yeah, yes I do.” You answer without hesitating
>She seems to be happy with your affirmative answer as she giggles
>You continue walking behind her, but it doesn’t take much for you to ask her the question
“Why the sudden, umm, question, Yarn?” You ask with a bit of curiosity, but Yarn didn’t seem to answer directly your answer
>”Well looks like your friend also likes cookies! So I might ask my friend for some special cookies for you two!”
>You were still confused at what Yarn was proposing. Maybe she had something, like a hobby for cookies? Although her cutie mark tells otherwise
>Yarn Feather stops walking and you two come to a halt. In front of her was a single cell door which you think is her cell
>”We’re finally here! Hope he’s inside too!”
>You guessed right
>Wait, who’s she talking about? She called someone else to this? Is there other spies in the prison? Unless…
>Is The Boss in there!?
>No, no way, his identity is a secret! Only elite ranks from The Corporation know his true identity!
>You don’t even know the gender of The Boss, but for you it always sounded male
>But you wouldn’t mind seeing him there… maybe you could get an autograph!
>Errrr… a rank up might be a better idea. Yeah… since only elite members can see him, you’ll become an elite member! Haha!
>”Are you coming inside or no?” Yarn awakes you from your thoughts and you give a little yelp
>She was inside and the door open, waiting for you to step inside and already getting a bit anxious

>>27506252

“Y-Yes.” You give a nervous laugh and then cough on your hoof. “I was just, thinking about… cookies. You had me thinking there for a second”
>Yarn once again giggles staring at you and you enter her cell
>”Welcome to my cell!” Yarn Feather says extending her hooves in mid fly as if her cell was the big deal
>It had only one thing that you really disliked
>Cats
>Cats everywhere
>Not just two or three, there were like… 9? Ugh, you don’t want to count em’ all… And for the love of everything precious in life, somepony please, open a darn window! It smells like wet cat in here!
>You really want to say something vulgar… but you can’t as The Boss could be in this cell…
>Oh wait, you are talking inside your thoughts right know
>SON OF A-
>”Hey, Gniw!” A voice who isn’t Yarn interrupts your thoughts, a voice you’ve heard before
“Rock?”
>You look in the direction of the voice of your partner and you find him sitting in the chair near the table of the cell along with a zebra you saw before with him
>That zebra again… ugh, what is he doing here with Rock?
“Hey Rock, and… ugh.” You look without interest at the zebra sitting near the table
>”Dindu, just call me Dindu bae.”
>You dislike the tone of this zebra. Well, you dislike most of the zebras you’ve meet!
>How much have you meet in your entire life? Hmm… one, yup, you dislike him
“Yeah… what is he doing here, Yarn?”
>You look at Yarn Feather who decided to bring some cookies to the table. The cookies were from different shape, along with four empty glasses
>”Well, I decided to call him so we could talk about that important thing who I wanted to talk to you since the very beginning!”
>Call him? Is Yarn talking about Rock? Or is she talking about…
>Wait
>No way
>THAT zebra is… who you think he is!?
>As Yarn was putting some cookies on the table, you look at the zebra who was listening to some weird music with his headphones

>>27506254

>You can’t be serious
“Is Dindu the… boss?” You say while you point him with your right hoof
>Rock looks at you surprised and Dindu didn’t quite listen to what you said. He removed his headphones and asked you a single “What?”
>”Dindu, you were The Boss all along!?” Rock said astonish as he looked at Dindu with his mouth half open
>”Only boss I am is from my life cousin, which I’m not doing a good job as boss for the place I am right now yo”
>…
>He isn’t The Boss then?
>”But yo can call me boss anytime you want bae” The zebra says directly to you along with a wink
>Your left eye twitches at the annoying zebra who was trying to hit on you
>You look at Yarn Feather who was now filling the glass of Dindu Muffin
“Okay, you called Rock, I get it. But why is he here then?” You say almost annoyed of the presence of the zebra. You look at Rock who was trying to hide his face under the table. “Rock! Did he follow you?”
>Rock’s face comes out of under the table slowly and he looks nervously at Dindu
>”Right… I forgot, we… Gniw and Yarn need to… have a private time. Is kind of secret and you know… so, emm, Dindu…” He was starting to sweat a little from his forehead. “Can you…”
“LEAVE, NOW!”
>You really hate how Rock can get so nervous sometimes, ugh…
>It’s just a /role/ of prisoner! You need to remind him that he is an agent
>”Right, right. Ah get it pals.” He picked up a cookie from the dish on the table. “Just let me have a cookie and I’ll be on my way out, k?”
>You sigh and roll your eyes in annoyance. Whatever… you want this zebra out of this cell
>”Enjoy the cookie! Don’t forget to drink your drink!” Yarn happily says to Dindu
>Dindu bites one cookie and Rock looks inside of his empty glass. Maybe he was wondering why Yarn didn’t fill his glass yet

>>27506262

>”Why can we drink a drink but we can’t food a food?” Your amazing and superior PARTNER said while holding the glass with his nuzzle
>Why… why you have him and not someone else as a partner? Even a brick would be more useful than him!
>Okay Wing… control your nerves… count to 10…
>1…
>You suddenly hear a hit on the table
>The sound came from Dindu Muffin, as his head was resting on the table with the now spilled glass on his right hoof and a semi-eaten cookie on his left hoof
>As Rock looks at the unconscious zebra in the table, he puts the empty glass on the table and moves the cookie who was in a dish near him away from him
>”I don’t feel like eating cookies anymore”
>What… just… happen?
>Or the cookie that the zebra ate was expired or the drink…
>You take a look at the liquid spilling from the glass, it was a bright green
>”Oh my! Did I put too much punch in his drink? My, my… how silly of me!”
>What did she do to him!?
>Yarn Feathers takes a sit near the now nervous Rock, a cat nearby her holds a blue potion in his mouth
>”Thank you mr. kitty! Mama needs her Spirit potion!” She starts filling the glass with the contents of the blue potion; bubbles start to emerge from the glass. “Miss Gniw, where are your manners? Don’t you know you have to sit in an important meeting like this?”
>A grey lion walks near you and for a second stares at you, you stare back. He continues walking through the cell door of Yarn and closes it with his paw and sits near it, yawning a bit
>This is serious business, you can tell by now she is the spy. She made sure to knock out the zebra so he couldn’t listen to the conversation and how the lion managed to close the door, you could say this is all planned by her
>You nod and slowly sit on the chair which was in front of her. You couldn’t even hear sleeping sounds from the zebra...

>>27506277

>You breathe and exhale three times before looking at Yarn again
>”That’s more like it! Now, let’s enjoy some delicious cookies!” She was about to bite her cookie but as Rock continued to look at the glass of his friend, Yarn could find the concern in him. “Don’ worry” was everything that Yarn said before eating her cookie
>Then she took a drink from her glass, with the mysterious, unknown for you, blue potion
>Yarn Feather took a great drink, her audible gulps could’ve listen in the silence of her room
>”Ahh~” She finishes her drink audibly, showing satisfaction for it
>You two wait for something to happen, but only silence remains
>…You wait for something to happen to her
>..
>.
>..
>…But nothing happens
“Ehmm…”
>Yarn tilts her head while looking at you
>”What is it, Wing?” She simply asks. “Cat got your tongue?”
>Whatever the potion was for, or it didn’t do effect or was just for show
>”Well…” Rock begins talking. “As I saw Dindu fainting from… whatever you gave him, I… or well, we expected something to happen to you”
>Yarn Feather starts giggling. The giggles turn into laughter, slowly getting into a laugh more loudly. The laugh goes for about a minute, until she stops and her head turns to see Rock, then you and back to Rock
>”What did you expect? Me getting crazy all of the sudd-“
>Yarn Feather flew towards the ceiling going in circles and starting to yell from pain or something you don’t know or hoped wasn’t as painful as it sounded
>”Gaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”
>You watched in horror at the spectacle in front of your eyes
>Was she acting? You didn’t know, but wished it was just an act
>Rock jumped into action and flew trying to grab Yarn Feather, only to be hit with her back hoof, sending his body directly to the bed of the cell
>Yarn started to yell more and more until her body finally fell and crashed on the table

>>27506284

>But it didn’t stop there as her body started to convulse
>You were really scared and didn’t know what to do
>What was in that potion!?
>”Wing! Help her!” Rock said from the bed as he was starting to get up
“I… I don’t know what to do! I’ve… never seen something like this!”
>”AYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
>There’s more!? Can’t the poor pony take a break after that?
>Yarn stopped convulsing and she was placing her hooves on her chest, almost as if she was… laughing
>”YAYAYAYAHAHAHA! You two! Your faces! Priceless! HAHAHA!”
>….What?
>You could hear Yarn’s tone of voice different, yet you don’t know what she meant by-
>…
>Logic Level 3 activated
>Was that… a joke? The potion only changes her voice!?
“That was a joke all this time!?”
>You put your two hooves angrily on the table and yell at Yarn Feather
>”A joke?” Rock asks. “That was… a joke!?”
>Yarn couldn’t give you an answer as she continued laughing
>Oh… you really want to give her a REAL reason to make her laugh…
>”Yaya, sorry, sorry. We terrorists can’t let go a good opportunity for a joke like this, yah.” Yarn said as she went back to her chair, stopping laughing and looking at Rock and you seriously all of the sudden. “Codename Wing and Codename Rock, nice to meet you”
>So…
>So……
>So she was the /real/ spy and a darn joker!?
>You put your right hoof on your forehead and annoyingly sigh
>You expected someone who could take her job seriously, not a clown. And what’s up with her accent?
“So you are the spy The Boss told us about?”
>She nodded
>”Why didn’t you told me when we were alone?” Rock said. “I mean, I know you secretly told Wing, but why not me?”
>Please tell him because he’s silly, that would make your day
>”YAYA!” She coughs to her hoof. “Excuse me, I wasn’t myself at all. Yarn can’t use the potion unless they tell her to drink it”
>The potion? Is she talking about the blue potion?

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>>27506290

>And why she suddenly is talking in third person?
“What are you trying to say, Yarn? And what’s the deal with the potion?”
>Rock looked once again to the fainted zebra sitting in front of him. You almost forgot about him…
>Yarn Feather starts laughing maniacally in front of you two
>”YA! I can’t tell ponies about potions.” She grabbed her saddlebag and gets a transparent yellow bottle from it. She opens it and drinks some of it, it smelled like cheese. “And call me by my Codename. Musul Mare”
>That name… you can’t believe it. In front of you, an elite rank spy from The Corporation, the leader of the terrorists… was Yarn Feather
>Or as she called herself, Musul Mare

And that was my nighty update.
See you guys tomorrow.

>>27505593
Think you're right. Plus this way there's double the lewd

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>>27503891
>>27504907
>>27505593
>>27505657

For those interested in that area generally /tg/ has some interesting guides for writing lewd fics

http://pastebin.com/eVp3jXHv - general advice

http://pastebin.com/M5FNyVWH - female pov advice

http://pastebin.com/znDUfbtB - advice for the inexperienced.

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>>27506302
I hate you.
But I hate Zew more.

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>>27506982
fuck wrong pic
I hate myself also, now.

>>27506982
I hate the writefags too

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>>27506982

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>>27509190
What would the Princess of Midnight Cuddles see within Anonymous' alien dreams?

>>27506982
Thanks, appreciate that

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>>27509914
Lots of feel Which she will relate to.

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>>27509914
>tfw literally had no dreams for the past two years
Nothing, I guess?

>>27510621
No Dreams at all? That seems like something is wrong. I dreamt that my cat was fighting a lizard in some penthouse hotel room we were staying in, on his hind legs too.

>>27510951
Most people remember only a small portion of their dreams. he probably just falls at the extreme end of the bell curve.
Same as me... I wish I could dream it sounds like fun

>>27510621
>>27511034
I'm there too Anons, I remember like 1 out of every 50 dreams, and even then its only a small fraction of what was actually there

>>27510621
>>27511034
>>27511136
Even worse that if you had scary-human dreams. Luna just goes into your un-dream and finds nothing but and endless void, just like space was while she was banished for a 1,00 years to the moon.

Obviously, you are an abomination of nature that needs to be studied closely.
For pony-science.

>>27511572
>1,00 years
1,000 years, silly me.

>>27511572
Yo that is a pretty bitchin scenario, Luna just seeing pure nothing in Anons dreams and freaks the fuck out.

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>>27511572
Made me remember this

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>>27511712
fucking kek

>>27511587
In the dream you nothing at all. Nothing forever.
But if you stare in to that big empty long enough you might just hear the sound of faping

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>>27512205
>But if you stare in to that big empty long enough you might just hear the sound of faping

On the subject of fapping, would you eat the juicy moist butthole of a mare if she was presenting it to you?

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>>27512357
Would Cookies & Cream butthole taste like actually cookies and/or cream?

>>27512491
Everyone knows each pony has their own unique, often delicious, taste

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>>27512546
I bet Aryanne tastes like dust and oven then

>Anon finally starts licking Cookies's delicious horse pussy
>By the fourth lick, Cookies came for the eleven time
>Anon didn't mind but the taste on her vag wasn't the thing he expected
"Wait just a minute, this doesn't taste like cookies! This tastes like strawberries!"
>Cookies (an hour later) cries as Anon discover her secret
>"I'm so- sorry Anon! I lied to you! My name isn't cookies & cream! I'm actually" She gives a whimper. "I'm actually Creamy Strawberry!"
>An impostor! You had sex with an impostor!
"Wait are you a girl?"
>"Y-yes?"
>You're safe at least
>Unless Cookies actually discovers what you did to this pony

New headcanon, is easy to know your waifu or husbando by tasting their private parts.

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>>27511572
>>27511587
>>27512205
>You are Princess Luna and you are curious

>you enter Anon's dream and find yourself in...

>nowhere in particular
>you can only tell that you are floating, as there is no wing rushing past you if you were falling
>and that it is dark in here, you can't even see your own hooves, just darkness
>more importantly, you do not feel the presence of Anon, it's like he's not even here, in the dream

>But this IS his dream! He must be here somewhere.

>if only it wasn't so dark in here...
>unwilling to crash into something blindly flying around you cast a lightning spell
>what you see makes you worry for Anon

> . . .

>nothing

> . . .

>there is absolutely nothing in here, zilch, void, just empty space
>not even a surface to stand on
>as the light from your horn dims, you cast an even stronger spell
>only to find it revealing no more than the previous one did

>you have seen a lot of dreams but those of humans are weird

>and there is still no sign of Anon, just more darkness

>this is not good
>no healthy person would create a world like this, if it could be called a world
>unless... Unless it's a nightmare! Of course! It must be. But.. is it really?

>>27513091
>you look around
>this dream feels wrong
>this is not a nightmare, not his at least...

> . . .

>this emptiness is unsettling
>it doesn't /feel/ empty...
>it does, however, feel that your worries seep into it ever so slowly

>"If you stare into the void long enough..."

"Huh?"

>Did you just said that? Or was you thinking? Or...

>"Or was it somepony else?.."

>your train of thoughts have stopped instantly
>a chill runs down your spine
>you /were/ thinking and yet, you heard it, like somepony said it

>quickly reigniting the horn with another spell you look around to see whoever was talking
>but only darkness presents itself for observation
>you are about to bury your face in the hooves when something catches your eye
>in the corner of your vision, for a split second, there... gone now...
>this place is getting to you

>you rub your forehead, trying to get rid of some tension, breathing deeply
>in and out... in and out... feels better already
>you open your eyes and-

"Hah! W-where is my-"

>you blink
>your hoof is right where it should be, still attached to you
>what the hay is going on here?

>"Darkness consumes me?.."

"NO!"

>this place is more dangerous than you previously thoughts
>you must wake Anon up, he is in danger
>but first, you have got to wake up yourself, it's time to leave this nightmare

> . . .

>nothing happens
>you try again, concentrating, searching in the depths of your mind, looking to feel your body again

>nothing

>you can't feel anything, as if your body is no more, as if-

>"As if darkness took it."

>you are stuck here and the void looms over you
>you can'g get out
>you can't wake up

>Somepony help!

>Wake me up!

>I can't wake up!

>Save me from the nothing I becoooooome
Holy crap, this is the longest green I've EVER wrote. And a first semi-serious one.

>>27513104
Keep it goin Anon, can make this go so many different ways.

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>>27513104
>>27513091
Poor Luna. Someone really needs to save her.

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>>27514088
SHINING FINGER!!! bang.